Fiddles Poems - Poems about Fiddles

Cassiopeia

...Just like her favorite character Alice, she wears a light blue dress and a pinafore, she pairs it up with white tights and black Mary Jane shoes.   A black ribbon pulls hair tight, she adds something...

Intrusive Thoughts

...
A day so fine, no ills on my mind,
then it's late and angst lays me down 
those rude intrusive thoughts
those bruising, bad night thoughts

They come at night, enter my head,
...

hillbilly hoe down

...hllbilly hoe down
hard piece of straw in each mouth
bibbed overall dance

banjos and fiddles
potluck of fancy desserts
arkansas ham hocks

hound dogs on the porch
homemade corn liquor from g...

Trump I-Fucation

...Trump I-Fucation
Flickering beacon of light.
Red core inflamed.
Elites on the dole.
Narcissists
Me Trumps We.
Fraud:
Ace in the Hole.
GOP Rats pilfer the hold.
Viral blight dissembles.
Empe...

The Last Dance of the Caravan: A Gypsy Tragedy

...She wore a ribbon red as flame,
he carved her secret in his name.
They danced beneath the open skies,
with stars like lanterns in their eyes.

The campfire laughed, the horses swayed,
the fiddl...

Speed Gutter Bunny

...Sexuality marooned jellybean pilfered spigot refugees vomit hazelnut in some static plain cloud cupboard.
A stifled hexed harvest, suffer the stagnant taffy contraception,
Oxidized gut-string lyre ...

Early Spring's Whisper

...

It’s late March, the world still sleeps,
With snow that blankets, cold and deep.
But in the building, soft and clear,
A gentle chirping I could hear.

No trees outside to greet the sun,
Yet...

Tara McNeill

...Tara McNiell - 
your heart will steal,
once the lady fair
fiddles as flames fly through the air, 
but it's only Tara's hair. 
...

No Time for Routine

...The Lep, has washed hands of St. Pat’s, does lean
and fiddles in space, against tree, routine.
The pot at the end of sun,
was found a bit late; one won.
Lep’s blind to the coot who handles gold-g...

Ukrainian Poetry translations by Michael R Burch

...Dear God!
by Taras Shevchenko
translation by Michael R. Burch

Dear God, disaster again!
Life was once calm, serene...
But as soon as we began to break the chains
Of bondage that enslaved us,
...

Down with Put-Downs

...
Handing me his laptop
my older brother Ray says:
    “Hey, look at this!”

The screen goes black
so he mutters:
     “What'd y'do now?
     Here, give it back.”

He fiddles with so...

Sappho Translations IX

...Sappho Translations IX


Sappho, fragment 17
translation by Michael R. Burch

Hear me, Queen Hera, as your delightful festival nears,
you to whom the sons of Atreus performed vows,
those dazz...

helsbeth

...Helsbeth hailed from haunted woods of Hogansville
She appeared in October, her eyes dark and still
A mystic for sure, her aura was filled with red
She used to play fiddles among the dead.

She c...

B-cup Collecting Tips on the Southeast

...the city's sick scar, fuels my descent, into this abyss, where twisted creatures writhe, in the darkness. cyclops with one eye, on the ball, three-headed puppies, sealed behind glass, strippers selli...

Autumn Haunting

...Gold autumn leaves when they drop to the ground
remind those abandoned of summer love, 
falling and making a whispering sound,
as dead ghosts come down to haunt from above.

One spirit does not ...

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