Part Poems - Poems about Part

This whole world is upside down With everything that God doesn’t like This whole world has become the Opposite The opposite of Reality It’s a Like Rabbit Hole just in Lewis Caroll’s Alice in Wonderland masterpiece. What...Read the rest...

Today I’m grateful for being part of a love that flows along with ease… That is heavy enough to keep me grounded Yet light enough to float upon the breeze. That radiates just the right amount of heat To keep...Read the rest...

Dr. Mark Hall undertook the task of unarming the rigged satellite there in the secluded part of the lab. He is trapped in a section that, due to an oversight, has no substation. He must...Read the rest...

I thought of writing about another High School Social Studies book report. This is an intriguing piece riddled with a complicated set of circumstances. I chose to write it as a short story as it...Read the rest...

Oh America The Once Great, What Happened? I am young, but my eyes are open. I see the rot, the disease festering beneath your golden illusion. I see a nation gasping for righteousness, While the wicked dance...Read the rest...

Oh America The Great, What Happened? You were the land of the free, the home of the brave, But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved. A nation built on...Read the rest...

Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part III ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I was also with Eormanric for many years, as long as the Goth-King availed me well; he gave me six hundred shillings of pure gold beaten into...Read the rest...

Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew, for a long time kept a careful peace together after they had driven away the Vikings' kinsmen, vanquished Ingeld's spear-hordes, and hewed...Read the rest...

Widsith was a traveling minstrel who "sang for his supper" but may have been prone to exaggeration... Widsith, the Far-Traveler, Part I of III anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 680-950 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Widsith the...Read the rest...

The Wanderer, Part III The wise man contemplates these ruins, considers this dark life soberly, remembers the blood spilled here in multitudes of battles, then says: “Where is the horse now? Where, its riders? Where, the givers of gifts & treasure,...Read the rest...

The Wanderer, Part II Awakening, the friendless man confronts the murky waves, the seabirds bathing, broadening out their feathers, the hoar-frost, harrowing hail & snow eternally falling… Then his heart’s wounds seem all the heavier for the loss of...Read the rest...

The Wyrdes were like the Fates, controlling human destinies. The Wanderer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem translation by Michael R. Burch “The one who wanders alone longs for mercy, longs for grace, knowing he must yet traverse the whale-path’s rime-cold waters, stirring the waves with...Read the rest...

People lie to me about big things, people lie to me about small things. They lie about what's dear to me, they lie about what doesn't bother me. They speak highly of crooked beings, they downplay important things. I'm told half...Read the rest...

Hello Darkness, my old friend, I'm afraid we have to start again, The visions planted in my head, Fake nutrition we've been fed, An agenda thats just for one, Evil's son, Within the sound of silence, In a web, I walked with...Read the rest...

He viewed his name as an awkward constitution for commoners to address so plainly and nonchalantly. Adolf held a preconceived opinion that a simplistic reversal of his name would suffice. To avoid an embarrassing brouhaha,...Read the rest...