Repealing Poems - Poems about Repealing

... The in-sense of dying night falls in the early morning burn. The mating song of the beast calls in the darkness, hyenas mimicking loved one, per eac......

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...Foolishly I acted in her presence After she left me ,realised her essence an inextricable thread got removed, now my world looks palid She embellished my life, like veggies to a salad Fo......

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...LOVE POEMS II These are love poems by Michael R. Burch: original poems and translations about passion, desire, lust, sex, dating and marriage. On an amusing note, my steamy Baudelaire translations......

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...The Moon as a Metaphor for Your Mouth 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 lo......

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...Where Does the Butterfly Go? by Michael R. Burch for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba Where does the butterfly go when lightning rails, when thunder howls, when hailstones......

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...She was kinder than light to an up-reaching flower and sweeter than rain to the bees in their bower where anemones blush at the affections they shower, and love’s shocking power. She shocked......

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...Roaring Twenties Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs, With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast; And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink, And a memory in-between t......

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...Might I'm wielding, Coping dealing... Blight unyielding, Prying, peeling. Writhing turning, Twisting churning... Mindless yearning, Lauding, purring. Stomach keeling, Curdling, reeling.......

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..."History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme"* like the whine of swine all drunk on wine this viscous valentine vents turbid turpentine volcanic tectonics of violent landmines such slov......

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...Restoring far-off times, With stilted, Georgian rhymes, He tried repealing Fate Two centuries too late. And when he saw the worth Of poems dead at birth, He turned his pen to write Strange......

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...Cast sullenly my line of self submit accentuates addendum, not as wit. The vast confront, an erring of God's cross in tune not with repent, subservient loft! Ah happiness, thy truth is so exalt that......

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