Stoker Poems - Poems about Stoker

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......

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...YOU HAVE HEARD OF THE WRITER, BRAM STOKER, HE WROTE ABOUT KILLING, WAS NO JOKER. HE WOULD GO OUT EVERY NIGHT, FOR SOME FOOD AND A QUICK BITE. THEN TAKE SOMEONE HOME JUST, TO POKE HER. 10 10 7 ......

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...1. John Desmond Patrick Keegan 2. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 3. Sally Aline Mae Beller 4. Charles Edward A. Berry 5. Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce 6. Béla Ferenc Dezso Blaskó 7. Joh......

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...Poems about Poets IV The Princess and the Pauper by Michael R. Burch for June Kraeft Here was a woman bright, intent on life, who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye and dre......

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...It's time to clear the highway wrecks for the route my parade will take. I ain't some dead dino, I am Tyrant Rex, always on the make. No more instinct t'extinction, listen to "Zarathustra Th......

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...“I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.” Bram Stoker The successive pounding of the hammer......

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...The devil's work shall not be put off till tomorrow So en-charges many minions to do his bidding for him But just who is the charming fella A shoulder in the shadows Stoker of the fire ......

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...Sonnets LXXI-LXXX Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashio......

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...Various Heresies 5 Tonight, Let's Remember by Michael R. Burch July 7,2007 (7-7-7) Tonight, let's remember the fond ways our fingers engendered new methods to praise the gray at my temple......

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...Caedmon’s Face by Michael R. Burch At the monastery of Whitby, on a day when the sun sank through the sea, and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free, while the wind and Time blew all aro......

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...Caedmon's Hymn by Michael R. Burch At the monastery of Whitby, on a day when the sun sank through the sea, and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free, while the wind and time blew all aro......

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...At Cædmon’s Grave At Caedmon's Grave by Michael R. Burch “Cædmon’s Hymn,” composed at the Monastery of Whitby (a North Yorkshire fishing village), is one of the oldest known poems written in the......

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...If you look at ol’ Bram Stoker, Irish writer of Dracula fame, it can be quite hard to believe that any remember his name. At first just a civil servant, then he managed a London stage, doing bo......

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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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...7/20/19 "I'll be your Joker" Still a registered voter Signed up to be an organ donor And finally became a car owner I rarely use a controller When it's time, I'll man up and buy a strol......

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