Deltas Poems - Poems about Deltas

...The elderly Elmer Brown dwelled alone, like a solitary tree on a hill, Loving quiet, glazed life still, in burgundy, sunset moments of until. A widower, Elmer Brown had generations of off......

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...Sappho Translations V by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equa......

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...Sappho Translations III by Michael R. Burch Bed the bride with the beautiful feet, or bring her to me! —Sappho, fragment 103b, translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Ga......

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...“Women can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.” “Man, he lives in jerks-baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk-gets a fa......

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...The white antique porcelain bowl your mother gave us has blue veins that wander over its surface. Holding it up to the light I also see there are fine cracks here and there. Age has made it mo......

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...I had a quarrel with my own life I didn’t want to divulge it to anyone I knew It was then I met the one who in many eyes, Had sparked feelings of sympathy or contempt Confined to a wheel c......

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...why do I care about them we are not of the same breed We are distant all of the same source yet we are different seeds some are good others are better and others are the best epsilons......

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...why do I care about them we are not of the same breed We are distant all of the same source yet we are different seeds some are good others are better and others are the best epsilons......

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...My mind is a dreamy river, that flows untiring - smooth and rapid, murmuring the words it adores, the burbles of its ponderings. These burbles of my musings are simple little t......

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...Warm water cleans my soiled body. Viewing a naked woman, I stand. Washing me and overlooking my sin, “Look, our bodies are beautiful.” Angels were given beauty as this. Muses aspired for beaut......

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...The sand is stained red with our bygone blood, the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti, a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain, caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic......

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...Its strange how a loved ones footsteps are so recognisable even in the sleeping hours of the crust on blur A midnight sigh to tempt or in sadness recognise its merit Deltas are finite increment......

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...Vegetation verdant midst vapor-laden valley Misty cloud-mountains mask mansions' mirage Time trembles, delicate, teasing tender tree-shoots Feathered flyers beat fast, beat furious, beat breat......

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...(Written about 2005, as a sonnet, but I cannot recall why I used 13 rather than 14 syllables per line. Maybe Petrachan? Forgive me if it fails the sonnet test.) For My Wife and Daughters......

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...their councils priced themselves straight out of the mystery market elevation via will power gone idiotic still overrated by all the cackling heads of all the universities deluded that they cou......

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