Sarcophagi Poems - Poems about Sarcophagi

... My quill scratches here in this cold, musty, dark room with it my papyrus scroll. We are all of us entombed Last night, echoes of coming fright, impending Doom Once more, another step forward f......

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...Consequence by Michael R. Burch They are fresh-faced, not innocent, but perhaps not yet jaded, oblivious to time and death, of each counted breath in the pendulum’s sway falling unheeded. ......

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...A frigid surface blanketed by snow, headstones shimmer in the light, glistening marble and granite are icy shadows sporting lost names. Herein lay stories of the past, heroes, begga......

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...Nucleotidings by Michael R. Burch “We will walk taller!” said Gupta, sorta abrupta, hand-in-hand with his mom, eyeing the A-bomb. “Who needs a mahatma in the aftermath of NAFTA? Now, that......

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...Rejection Slips 3 Rejection Slip by Michael R. Burch Whenever my writing gets rejected, I always wonder how the rejecter got elected. Are we exchanging at the same Bourse? (Excepting presen......

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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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...Rejection Slips With over 5,700 publications if I count poems that have gone viral, I suppose I shouldn’t complain … but I do have some poems that have never been accepted for publication. Here ar......

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...Musings at Giza, Egypt by Michael R. Burch In deepening pools of shadows lies the Sphinx, and men still fear his eyes. Though centuries have passed, he waits. Egyptians gather at the gates. ......

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...Have we, in our wanderings through storied lands, tramped upon purple earth cradling the sleep of kings? Perhaps, far beneath our ambling feet, in crypts sealed by the amnesia of centuri......

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...that has been, was so raven that you were hugging vanity for the deportation of death as a living; fake predicates of a genius like words falling as bucketfuls of lies, back to back coffer......

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...A pyramid tour On my bucket list Approach by camels Cross an oasis Play mahjong with sheiks In hot desert tents Where harem girls dance Through wafting incense Explore monuments With anc......

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...Songs take voice in rampant whisper 'Pon the skyways of the Night, Where truant Sun's no longer sway O'er Moon's solitary reign... As once again I durst there go, To that lone moss-mantled Kee......

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