Fettle Poems - Poems about Fettle

...Our outside road may have a billion steps, but the inward journey has just one: this step. By poet. The geese fly back to the light ove......Read the rest...

...'wind is pounding in my heart' It tears across the steppes and plain, it guides my mind and eases pain Whithin the yurt, upon the road, it whets my mind; eases the loads I've rode it's Breast te......Read the rest...

...A Tango on the Lake When Hooded Grebe are wooing a mate Magic’s made in tangoes on the lake Lovebirds perform synchronised in tune Bewitched beneath a bedazzling ......Read the rest...

...The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame. Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame. I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence. At first, faint flares, yet before lo......Read the rest...

...[Inspired - with much gratitude - by Jan’s poem There’s No Knocking On Heaven’s Loo Door and Caren and Tom’s comments on it] *** The toilets in heaven are cold on yo......Read the rest...

...Thick bubbles of tea leaves, whistling in the kettle. Most times, the mule was a symbol of obstinacy. I don't mean bored but yet didn't grasp the fettle. We're stuck here, so we'l......Read the rest...

...Our thoughts are whispered in the cool night breeze. I often fall into this snare when I opine around your demise. The breeze whispers, and the spirit hangs tight for my appease. ......Read the rest...

...a 4 lane bi-way east and west; first come upon passing of a dead skunk; Next comes a squirrel and then another skunk on the north side of the lane; just there laying on their sides dead as nails;......Read the rest...

...The trees sway to the dance of the wind Lightening strikes and crawls the skin From the graves, the spirits do wallow fuming against nature and what is to follow. The owl hoots it's melody scr......Read the rest...

...in quietness divine the xanthous zephyr balm a citrusy ascent to sip on Summer’s tea a lovely day is spent in quietness divine a fine fet......Read the rest...

...State of the Art (II) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. What the Poet Sees by Michael R. Burch What the poet sees, he sees as a swimmer ~~~......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poems (II) Kin by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore 1. Shrill gulls, how like my thoughts you, struggling, rise to distant bliss? the weightless blue of skies that are no......Read the rest...

...Sonnets XXXIII-XLI The Folly of Wisdom by Michael R. Burch She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must bend down to her to understand. ......Read the rest...

...Sedated, but now in full fettle Yet I cannot boil the darn kettle I can’t turn on tv But can go for a pee My hubby must be on his mettle! Having been sedated I am not allowed to ‘......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets I The Wonder Boys by Michael R. Burch for Leslie Mellichamp The stars were always there, too-bright cliches: scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew as baffled poet......Read the rest...