Scarcely Poems - Poems about Scarcely

...There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh! Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly! The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound, But a bla......

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...after Because I could not stop for Death, by Emily Dickinson Because I would not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. A wilted bouquet in one hand— a reminder of life's mortality.......

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...We dwell in this body-mind, which then grips us in its bind, that bemused by senses five, in truth we’re scarcely alive. We wish to heavenward climb but are hemmed in by space-time, hypnotis......

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... Day after day, week after week, when rush hour traffic’s at its peak, I’ve had to sit and wait and wait, knowing that once more I’d be late And have to face the boss’s frown, who lives the other ......

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...Dusty roads take me out To the furthest reaches - To places not thought of Way off highway stretches - To the rocky vales where A lonely thrasher calls And scarcely people hear H......

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... I sailed an olive boat into the center of the sea alone to find a cure for my loose heart not the spring-back type, noble with elasticity but leap-forward lecher-wild binding to any skirt......

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...I wait for the sound of keys at the door, A prelude to your eyes in mine, For your presence to affirm me more, Like the timeless aging of fine wine – Left un-tasted now, ‘til evermore. The......

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...There sits along a well traveled road, a house forgotten so long ago Brown faded logs, bleached from hot Summers seasons Stand proud against its kindred trees Its roof top still shelters the mem......

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..."Cantus Troili" from "Troilus and Criseyde" by Petrarch translation by Geoffrey Chaucer modernization by Michael R. Burch If there’s no love, O God, why then, so low? And if love is, what thin......

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...|SEVEN MINUTES UNTIL OUR DEMISE {"Seven minutes left; the insistent buzz in my skull would never abrogate, it preserved on being continuously strenuous. My whacks on the veneer of the tiles went......

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...Gefunden (“Found”) by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Into the woodlands, alone, I went. Seeking nothing, my sole intent. But I saw a flower......

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...“To Edward Young” by Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock translation by Michael R. Burch Die, aged prophet: your crowning work your fulcrum; now tears of joy tremble on angel-lids as heaven extends ......

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...{"Hands reach out to my entire entity as in response I thrash against my restraints, the ambiance I sucked in suffocated my lungs, and the smoky brume in the enclosure made me convulse rearwards and ......

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...Kindness consists of love in action, not just feelings of warm fuzzies. It’s done not in self-interest, but is repaid in other ways. Staying selfless, not selfish, not transacting one-sidedly, ......

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... scarcely minded an eventual indulgence an added lustre to life natural & normal isolated idosyncratic away from the sphere of lif......

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