Best Spurning Poems

Dancing breezes
Bursts of sun
Crisp apple autumn day

Leaves twirl upwards with a flourish
Spurning twigs that yearn to cling

Lovers pass by, their laughter lingers
Dark clouds obscure the...

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(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to...

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Great
      Teaching 
     Requires a
   Desire burning
Not a mere paycheck
   To be...

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Sappho, fragment 58
loose translation by Michael R. Burch 
 
Pain
drains
me
to
the
last
drop
.



Sappho, fragment 130 (Lobel-Page 130 / Voigt 130)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Eros, the limb-shatterer,
rattles me,
an...

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-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought...

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Peacefully
                        ...

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My incubus, dark visitor,
draining my love by night,
spurning the day;

Yours is the shadow time when
hypnotic kisses
declare love and make promises
that dissolve with
approaching dawn.

My lover, my...

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The gates open at twilight
Gates for the strong lost at night

The keeper sees everyone that passes by
Through the gates of brass and willoughby

Tormented souls bereft...

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Once to love, much to tears; denotes the journey
Throughout the years; to find the space, the 
Special time, mankind pursues with plans designed
Unsure is oft.'...

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PARABLE IN AN ODE.

My muse guides me to compose,
A Parable in an Ode.....
Once was driving on sodden roads,
Automobile went into overload,
Smoke emissions from transmission,
To car...

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I feel at liberty having you here,
Sitting unassumingly,
In the corner of my lounge. 
Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,
While you remain firm...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXVI

IF ever I had a Country with or without any " Wood " in the aching aping Film...

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Life as with dreams will never last.
   The Sun our star had always shone,
   Until the final Arctic blast.

  ...

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Friendship is....?

The warm feeling inside, we always get
when an old acquaintance is unexpectedly met:
the sound of a familiar voice on a telephone line,
that sincerely asks:...

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 retourne 

Fully relying on God's sovereign grace,
spurning no more what she knows is His light,
Joyce has made a pledge  - let God set...

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