Flotillas Poems - Poems about Flotillas

...This woodland stream could be a small English river, it dibbles and dabbles, it meanders, and has the air of an old water way, one that never saw the need to rush or gush. The small ripples pac......

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...When anarchy consumes a barren soul, the hatred overwhelms the beating heart. It sickens minds and steals the body whole then rips the cloth of empathy apart. Existence lies between what evil c......

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...Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor. We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light. Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses its body......

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... The Spanish had armadas; the Americas, flotillas. The Amazon has capybara; the Andes has chinchillas. Kentucky has its sassafras; Madagascar has vanilla. Napoleon lost at Waterloo; F......

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...Prose Poems II by Michael R. Burch These are prose poems (is that an oxymoron?) and experimental poems... briefling by Michael R. Burch manishatched, hopsintotheMix, cavorts, hassex (q......

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...A thunderstorm passed over, gun turrets flash. gray hulls rumble and roll above tumultuous clouds. Evening commences to weep - an aftermath, a damp emotive capsizing that barely touches upt......

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...Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism. Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously. Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently. Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta pot......

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...Lozenge by Michael R. Burch When I was closest to love, it did not seem real at all, but a thing of such tenuous sweetness it might dissolve in my mouth like a lozenge of sugar. When I held......

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...Rejection Slips 2 The Shape of Mourning by Michael R. Burch The shape of mourning is an oiled creel shining with unuse, the bolt of cold steel on a locker shielding memory, the mon......

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...The Evolution of Love by Michael R. Burch Love among the infinitesimal flotillas of amoebas is a dance of transient appendages, wild sails that gather in warm brine and then express one heads......

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...A thunderstorm passed over, gun turrets flash. gray hulls rumble and roll above tumultuous clouds. Evening commences to weep - an aftermath, a damp emotive capsizing that barely touches upt......

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...[starboard port] the ocean—an onyx plate predawn— somnambulant ships preen with a swag of warning lights massive hulls: cargo ships, flotillas, tankers, passenger liners loll; red lights bus......

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...This Regency Dandy flying across the river, Jumping Jack Flash of kingfisher blue that I was lucky t see, this dainty dandy of English......

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...In passing, the waters cleave the landscape heart, Taking on their travel, in their course, parts of the land; In passing, we hikers in that current, Return to the seas and become as the sand. In......

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