Past Perfect Poems - Poems about Past Perfect

...Coming to the promised land. South Florida home of the newly wed and nearly dead. I watch the clouds role by for today seems like yesterday and the day before. The same faces pass my eye. I say hello......

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...Where have those years gone? In ninth decade when I brood, They’re here on their own— As my life’s second childhood— In memories all marooned! Wish I’d not grown up, There were times when I f......

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...These are lullabies I have written as poems. Midnight Lullaby by Michael R. Burch I. A measureless rhythm rules the night— few have heard it, but I have shared it, and its secret is mine.......

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...Let's make a pact: let's forget the past Footsteps from behind, there are no more Thorns that are love bonds now Past perfect. ..passed on!... PS studing Erivas......

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...His Limbo Soliloquy Actually, I like lockdown. I already was before COVID anyway, but now I’ve got my privacy. No family feeling forced to visit ......

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...Final Lullaby by Michael R. Burch for my mother, Christine Ena Burch Sleep peacefully—for now your suffering’s over. Sleep peacefully—immune to all distress, like pebbles unaware of raging......

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..."Reigning Cats and Dogs" Posted 6 Dec 2020 the difference between dogs and cats is dogs have owners, cats have staff who's supposed to read the signs that say 's......

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...These are peace poems, prayer poems, hymns and lullabies I have written for family, friends and the world over the years ... Peace Prayer by Michael R. Burch for Jim Dunlap Be calm. Be sti......

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...Sappho's Lullaby by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy Hushed yet melodic, the hills and the valleys sleep unaware of the nightingale's call while the dew-laden lilies lie listening, glistening.......

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...One moment too late, a misconception what happened to a time well spent scorched by anger, bedeviled by sorrow, entombed by history One day was thought to be bad enough yet it expanded and a week......

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...SIXTY EIGHT For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater Those heady days are not beyond recall The nights and days when we first did it a......

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