Bradbury Poems - Poems about Bradbury

...I must here expound of ( the Bradbury pound ) so bear with Me 'soupers' and even share this around..How treasury notes, can any Nation re-deem, its a ladder to exit your Countrys debt; (thats obsc......

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..."Sunsets are loved because they vanish." - Ray Bradbury Days like this, I could forget If they were all to vanish, Come to an end in a sunset Black clouds I'd ever banish If they were all t......

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... Someone decided to give me some advice on the art of writing the other day. He told me that I should only write about things I know. But I’ve lived an uneventful life. I found my soul mate at the r......

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...If people would only read some Dickens, they'd know that 'bedlam' begs confinement, not release If people would only read some Bradbury, they'd shriek at the horror of m......

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... ……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins…… Alas, corn on the cob, cool drinks, gone! Our choice summer, sang its last s......

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...I have known: of wise detectives catching crooks of "Thought Police" revising books a shipwrecked family named Robinson of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic Heathcliff's heartbreak,......

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...That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different. RAY BRADBURY, "No News, or, What Killed the Dog?" NOT MY BRAND like being cau......

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...Burn by Michael R. Burch for Trump Sunbathe, ozone baby, till your parched skin cracks in the white-hot flash of radiation. Incantation from your pale parched lips shall not avail; y......

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...Sometimes, I wake up from Sweet Death’s dull sleep, And find, I’ve not been living as I could, My friends tell me they tire of seeing me weep… I feel like I’m a boy, not flesh, but wood… My nose ......

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... I hear that woman crying in her room each night. Why is she doing that? It gives me a fright. Her husband calms her down to silence. What they do each night does not make sense. This i......

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... Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan 33. on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec leurs in......

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...this game of faces played out pages fast, fret filled thoughts, dark places stuffed full brilliant cast, dream parts falling barked out loud, haunting muse keeps calling hid by gauzy shrouds......

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...Murky water left to drink floating particles of death Erie presence leaves discontent As something wicked floats in it. The bone chilling chilly wind doth blow off Lake Erie with flurry snow. ......

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...Here, beyond the realm of air I've given what this job remands For everything I've e'er held dear My closest friend, the 1st, is near But with a glass between ou......

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......inspired by 'Dandelion Wine' by Ray Bradbury Green Town, Ohio, where memories congregate, sneakers and time machines, grandmas and cookies; leaping tall buildings and smelling t......

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