Creel Poems - Poems about Creel

...Sappho Translations XIII by Michael R. Burch In these translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used i......

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...He ran to the mountain. They were arguing again. This time it rained warm, covering him the way she should have but yelled instead at father. When the steam stopped rising from the ground ......

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... Oh Monchielle of Love thou fittest me like glove inside His palm, His child, aiming up like a dove of love, truthful and wild. Oh Monchielle of Love unnotched from up above ye kno......

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...Love demands no explanation at the start. When the game of love's in season, There is no governor of reason, All that's needed is a firm, courageous heart. With youth, and charm, and beauty in co......

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...Rejection Slips 2 The Shape of Mourning by Michael R. Burch The shape of mourning is an oiled creel shining with unuse, the bolt of cold steel on a locker shielding memory, the mon......

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...The Shape of Mourning by Michael R. Burch The shape of mourning is an oiled creel shining with unuse, the bolt of cold steel on a locker shielding memory, the monthly penance of flower......

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... Words That Inspire Me By Miracle Man 3/7/2020 Obstacles were not intended to be stop signs, but encumbrances to induce thought Character, is displayed by continuance beyond where......

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...Salvation of a Formalist, an Ode to Entropy by Michael R. Burch Entropy? God's universal decree That I get to be Disorderly? Suddenly My erstwhile boxed-in verse is free? Wheeeeee! E......

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...AUDIBLE HORRIBLE hearing paddling away think silence bouquet PALETTE TRAGIC taste creel caught meals easier bought EMOTIONAL REVERSAL warship bombards feelings cheape......

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...I went fishing with my buddy the seal, I brought my rod, my bait and my creel, We went to my favorite fishing hole, But I thought it was odd he didn't bring a fishing pole, And every time I caugh......

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...My eyes of umber caught in a slumber dreams pull me under, I’m in a trance. My mind asunder hearing thunder, the night has come with another chance. Sleepwalking brings one more dance. My......

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...Ode to a Generous Friend I’ve a long time friend That loves to go fishin’ Where you throw out some bait While doin' 'strong wishin' That something down under Will be there just waiting Tha......

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...I know of a river of more than average Sorts... Meandering, when not dallying to maunder, Between many differing contours And unruly contorts; Where a privileged youth once Happily sought - ......

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...It's January and no snowflakes anywhere! Sad boy, where did winter go? Mad for the delay? He must be sleeping somewhere! Run, run and wake him up, bro! Hurry boy, find him; he is snoring ver......

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...When the chirpful night ceases, The birds freeze, Stuffed on wires-- Heads silent To the questioning sky. They are blessed With never wondering why The world's sanity Is so often in doubt ......

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