Circe Poems - Poems about Circe

... Sailors Rusty and Oz cruise back from the steely shores of the Bahamas, underway and navigating to Key West. Tired from the ship’s routine, duties, and three long months away. There is a full moon......Read the rest...

... Belladonnic poison seeps from your eyes, like an electric serum of Venusian alchemy, one that paralyzes my sense of pride. ......Read the rest...

...Amóre; what is that, he wondered, before, before her, before the raw Circean glimpsed across the buzzing dance crazed rhythmic beating pulsing room. Erudite, perniciously droll his father was......Read the rest...

...AT THE EDGE Red velvet I step into the abyss If I choose I see crystal clear at the edge Ancient cries of turmoil Grips of control, men being boys Boys being men On the other side of the......Read the rest...

...The Mutterers of Mother's Charms "Worldwide each year, natural disasters kill tens of thousands of animals -- yet billions if you count nonhuman animals." -- Reality washing its hands on......Read the rest...

...Poets, do not be discouraged, neither young nor old, Uncertain verses can pierce stone, or iron, Just believe those you love you, endure the headwinds, To think that at the end of the sea there is......Read the rest...

...Here I am standing on the empty stage looking at all the shadows around me, shadows of the past, shadows of the present and shadows of the future. They appear from all corner of the stage and take up......Read the rest...

... "Envelope" We knew what we were about when we signed up the other side of the mirror mothers become gods for a short while and perhaps long after what servant is......Read the rest...

...Vampires by Michael R. Burch Vampires are such fragile creatures; we fear the dark, but the light destroys them... sunlight, or a stake, or a cross—such common things. Still, late at night, wh......Read the rest...

...If God is good half the Bible is libel. -Michael R. Burch * Willy Nilly Michael R. Burch Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly? You made the stallion, you made the filly and now they sleep in......Read the rest...

...My favorite legend still has salt on it, white freckles left from the sea of Colchis. If you search carefully, you might even find a whisp of golden byssus slipping into your palm. Chart lai......Read the rest...

...In Simple words The devil has no horns She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell She lov......Read the rest...

...Floating by Michael R. Burch Memories flood the sand’s unfolding scroll; they pour in with the long, cursive tides of night. Memories of revenant blue eyes and wild lips moist and frantic ......Read the rest...

...Speechless at Auschwitz by Ko Un loose translation by Michael R. Burch At Auschwitz piles of glasses mountains of shoes ... returning, we stared out different windows. Ko Un speaks for all......Read the rest...

...Vampire Poetry Pale Though Her Eyes by Michael R. Burch Pale though her eyes, her lips are scarlet from drinking of blood, this child, this harlot born of the night and her heart, of ......Read the rest...