Seasons Vanity Poems

Holding all I hold that’s mine.
A modern king. The gifts of time.

Allot no grip nor means to hold.
Today in grasp yet drifting old.

Begotten days become...

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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.

I lavished...

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I see that life is but a cycle of seasons,
what occurred in the past,
is destined to manifest in the future. 
Just like nature, life is...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands...

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A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch
 
Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon...

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the stream of time keeps flowing
without affirmation or negation
meaningless revolutions of doomed creation
earth, sun, moon and stars

today is yesterday’s tomorrow
time extended, a lengthened moment

springs, summers,...

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fiery red the leaves
shout -- look at me but wind and
rain just smile goodbye...

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                   ...

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Drip me wet, dry me
In heat blazing from your core
Summer stalks the trees

Wringing them dead dry
My veins collapse, and my leaves
Pants in sizzling air

You too...

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