Wrights Poems - Poems about Wrights

...THE RUIN an Old English poem about fate & destiny modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it and the Colossus sagged in......Read the rest...

...How undying is your song, Most resplendent English tongue! You’re a tree with countless leaves: Words whose rustling wonder weaves! To the mind your sound ascends And, with swift command, it ......Read the rest...

...What’s in my name? It’s Candler, A name as old as English tax. If you’re of English descent, yours may be too. Let us take a short trip back. The Magna Carta united Englishmen, But created a n......Read the rest...

...On last night's news I heard of an engineer named K_____ who invented the microchip and changed our lives. How the chip now contains a billion circuits which I still don't get but what I do perc......Read the rest...

...To show the light in black and white, Like a laugh to our flight before the Wrights, As far as a kite on a windy cold night, To climb so high and know your height. A fear of life, the ultimate fr......Read the rest...

...by Michaelw1two The bond between, mind’s words once penned and heart’s truth; exasperated thoughts expressing mind’s din, or clarifying those mixed deep within unconsciousness and callous dream......Read the rest...

...ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW Shot with grape dark beauty Perches behind my window – My love- Hops to tickle my heart Skims my dream to chariot Making me speechles......Read the rest...

...- Montezuma Golden on earth he lived upon his land Cortes his rival metalled horse and soldier Spanish grand Aztec warrior a noble race to them a god should come From far beyond their skeleton ......Read the rest...

...SECRET OF FLIGHT The Wrights knew it at Kittyhawk, Albemarle Sound I know it whenever I leave the ground You will know it after this tale unvarnished round. How does a plane fly? Scie......Read the rest...

...Lord have they gone to far given an inch they want the yard from burlesque to grotesque help me to not ever go back that way vanity’s fair ......Read the rest...

...he sits at his desk with a notebook and pen he lets a tear fall and wonders where to begin he looks at her picture and lightly wispers why the last thing he wanted was to say goodbye he wrigh......Read the rest...