Fear Epitaph Poems

The Lion doesn't sleep tonight

What will you turn out to be 
There is always that monster in your dream
It knows you more than you know
It's...

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A beloved king~Prince Philip,                     ...

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My Baby:
Don't be too quiet, yet don't be too shrill,
Don't be too restless, but neither too still,
Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch,
Not...

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Ancient Greek and Roman Epigrams I

Wall, we're astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
Ancient Roman graffiti, translation by Michael R. Burch

You...

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Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along...

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Athenian Epitaphs II

These are ancient Greek epitaphs for lost family and friends, including dogs and other animals ...

Now his voice is prisoned in the silent...

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PRINCESS DIANA POEMS

Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch

Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did...

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Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets")
by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530]
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
 
i who enjoyed good health and gladness
am overwhelmed...

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If you knew my mind
   You would fear me
If you knew my past 
   You would stone me
If you knew my...

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centered
censored
sequestered
senses senselessly succumbing
overload(ed)
with fear/despair
desperate(ly) casting
thoughts to the wind,
reeling them back in

from where?

they wind up
did they ever begin
to fathom fate

is this life?

put on hold
we hesitate
but minds...

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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.



Autumn...

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Tears reunite with my cheeks once again
Just as the dark clouds above start to rain
It Felt as if God was their crying with me
I felt...

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Why do men work themselves to death I asked
It is but a mindless task

Like a drone he labored on
Through the night into the dawn

Man is...

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To you our pain not to know;
What we tell you is never the cry,
Just the inspiration; and that’s one story to you;
If we could share...

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There is beauty in these marked up hands. Once we loved now we stand across from one another not knowing where to stop. The love...

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