Ix Poems - Poems about Ix

FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings may your Mohican pony-tail grow thick and strong may Africa kiss America with gentle sensation long may salty breath of Cape Town mingle with New York ~ may clear sub-atomic particles continue to dance in humble service with harmonious Awareness may two crows and all Duality dissolve into Unity via your...

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Don is the ultimate user His deals seal you as a loser When Trump holds the cards The lives now in shards Bear witness he’s an abuser The Don has a trick to reveal He’ll dick you and cancel your deal Like hands on your neck Trump voids your paycheck And feels ecstasy when you squeal If acts are life’s indicator Don’s a classic woman...

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if I could fly in the sky, I will declare my love to the people on ground If I could talk to the birds, I will ask them to add some melodies in the scene But you stood across the road, denying something you started The look from your eyes and its torturing action- my cheeks grew warmer But...

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These are epigrams by Michael R. Burch Road to Recovery by Michael R. Burch It’s time to get up and at ’em and out of this rut that I’m sat in. A man may attempt to burnish pure gold, but who can think to improve on his mother?—Mahatma Gandhi, translation by Michael R. Burch A mother's heart is God's ultimate masterpiece.—St....

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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 dazzling kings who did such amazing things, first at Troy, then later at sea. And yet, sailing the sea-road to our island, those mighty kings still could not attain it until they had called...

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"Bahebuk awi ya ostaz, ya baba, ya zaim el wasim." "Bahebik awi ya ostaza, ya amoura, ya zaima." Then the Cree lady embraced the Egyptian Arab man....

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. . . . . . .EN PLEIN AIR . . . . . ....

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La Campanelle* by Franz Liszt ...

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Jan de Vliegher 'Treasury' * a grande scale installation refectory...

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Let me not delve deep on what panned out thence, The gloom of nights deepened still further dense, And there was time I felt a puny pawn, My wanderings meandered when till dawn— A pawn being taken for sacrifice, Through curious halls of the vast edifice, Where, I would go led by a helping hand,...

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August Macke German Expessionist clearly an 'art enigmatist' 'Lady in green'* an example thereof full of wistfulness of a lost love...

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The Tapestry of Leaves Michael R. Burch Leaves unfold as life is sold or bartered, for a moment in the sun. The interchange of lives is strange: what reason—life—when death leaves all undone? O, earthly son when rest is won and wrested from this ground, then through my clay's soft mortal soot thrust forth your root until your leaves embrace the sun's bright rays. The Long Days Lengthening Into...

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Limericks IX Scratch-n-Sniff by Michael R. Burch The world’s first antinatalist limerick? Life comes with a terrible catch: It’s like starting a fire with a match. Though the flames may delight In the dark of the night, In the end what remains from the scratch? Time Out! by Michael R. Burch Time is at war with my body! am i Time’s most diligent hobby? for there’s never Time...

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POEMS ABOUT POETS IX Fleet Tweet: Apologies to Shakespeare by Michael R. Burch a tweet by any other name would be as fleet! @mikerburch Fleet Tweet II: Further Apologies to Shakespeare by Michael R. Burch Remember, doggonit, heroic verse crowns the Shakespearean sonnet! So if you intend to write a couplet, please do it on the doublet! @mikerburch Stage Fright by Michael R. Burch To be or not to be? In...

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I watched a man in a red and black flannel shirt walk into the bathroom holding a box of tofu and then the man in the flannel shirt walked out without it. He is alive and breathing just like me....

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