Flocculent Poems - Poems about Flocculent

...Does March ever quit to be the wildest month? Isn't its fury a serious threat to the crows who munch on anything, they can find? We bundle up not to catch a cold, saving a trip to the doctor'......

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...I saw the the blurry course of my generation destroyed, How I mourned the path. Are you upset by how indistinct it is? Does it tear you apart to see the path so hazy? Don't believe that the par......

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...Good Heart I cannot support but stop and look at the caring, lost love. Are you upset by how affectionate it is? Does it break you apart to see the lost love so compassionate? I cannot help b......

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...Flocculent clouds suck the life from bel-esprit She misses going out and warm springtime sun She desires one verdant leaf upon a tree Sharing feelings with the menagerie what fun But this d......

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...State of the Art (IV) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. Hearthside by Michael R. Burch “When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ......

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...Southern Icarus by Michael R. Burch Windborne, lover of heights, unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace, you climb, skittish kite... What do you know of the world’s despair, gli......

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...World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died on a Nazi death march, shot to death in cold blood, and ......

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...My most popular poems on the Internet (III) A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a ......

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...Southern Icarus by Michael R. Burch Windborne, lover of heights, unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace you climb, skittish kite ... What do you know of the world’s despair, gli......

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...Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected by Michael R. Burch Athena takes me sometimes by the hand and we go levitating through strange Dreamlands where Apollo sleeps in his dark forgetting ......

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...Vacuum by Michael R. Burch Over hushed quadrants forever landlocked in snow, time’s senseless winds blow... leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed, if still mostly concealed... such are......

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...Currents by Michael R. Burch How can I write and not be true to the rhythm that wells within? How can the ocean not be blue, not buck with the clapboard slap of tide, the clockwork shock of w......

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...Postcard 1 by Miklós Radnóti written August 30, 1944 translated by Michael R. Burch Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders, resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, ......

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...Athena takes me sometimes by both hands and we go levitating through strange Dreamlands where Apollo sleeps in his dark forgetting and Passion seems like a wise bloodletting and all I......

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... Snowflakes falling, gently landing- draping bare, outstretched tree branches awaiting scintillating, flocculent, white ermine boas. Exquisite silhouettes agains......

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