Flagstones Poems - Poems about Flagstones

...a forgotten hope chest – linen s!t!i!t!c!h!e!d with love by candlelight c r u m b l e now to the mere touch— past companionship … forgotten s n a t c h e s of conversati......

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..."My dear fairy, for whom do you wait, that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?” Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched, Arms a-droop so qu......

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... Spring things arrive, assaulting eyes unused; Hollowed by a winter grey, whitened paint infused. Bleeding sudden kaleidoscopes to landscapes, Cacophonies of endless greetings, drowning pain......

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...Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched. Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed. The music stopping abruptly, he listened to the sound as the ......

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...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......

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...Insidious fingers of flickering phantoms Cast in the bloody gold haze of frozen pain, sorrowing. Reveling players reaching past the present memories, moments Cemented in ashes. Merriment mars t......

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...THIS WORLD OF DEW This world? Moonlit dew flicked from a crane's bill. —Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Seventy-one? How long can a dewdrop last? ......

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...colored craving things arrive reaching tender to assault eyes unused in wintered hollow months grey and white and plain becoming sudden kaleidoscopes bleeding into landscapes, drowning p......

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...I love the tranquility there is a peace like no other where hidden birds sing melodies and little creatures scurry and time stands still I like to read inscriptions on tombstones in the dappl......

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...Advice to Young Poets by Nicanor Parra Sandoval loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Youngsters, write however you will in your preferred style. Too much blood flowed under th......

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...My first was beside the outside loo, 'cos my wife said not indoors thank you. I made her a table from an old headboard, She was pleased, I knew I had scored. My second was in a closet, 20 floors ......

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...There is no Path but there is where I have trod. There is no Path but there are promises. There is no Path despite the signs. There is no Path despite the flagstones. There is no Path......

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...A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, wh......

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...you May- think me odd perhaps strange peculiar and off the wall- but I like to wander cemeteries among rows on rows I love the tranquility there is a peace like no other w......

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...you May- think me odd perhaps strange peculiar and off the wall- but I like to wander cemeteries among rows on rows I love the tranquility there is a peace like no other w......

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