Xii Poems - Poems about Xii

In bed Don loves wearing his gold Where billionaire's come to the fold They need not hold loins But just buy Trump coins While we work till we're dead and old Trump’s deals concern what he can break It’s how this Don hauls in his take The rich on him spend As they must depend On what they’ve kissed his ass to...

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You were my mother until I was forty-one. I was fortunate and lucky to be your son. December has arrived and Christmas is near. Life would be better if you were still here. You were the best woman that I've ever known. But since you died, I've spent Christmases alone. If you and I could share another Christmas, it would be...

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Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any way, shape or form. I now, with all my heart, fully, as much as it is possible for me, blossom to...

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Your death came as a surprise, it certainly wasn't foretold. If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 76 years old. I learned that you were terminal shortly before you died. When your life ended, people were sure to be misty-eyed. If you were still alive, I'd be spending your birthday with you. When I say that you had love...

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"Niq kusy ya maaly el basha," I moaned so softly. "Bizzezz kabira," He said as he kissed the middle of my chest. He is always the one leaving me feeling at my best....

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An Einaudi 'Le Onde'* Ludovico waves his introspective wand...

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'Fleurs et Ceramique' Henri Matisse with diverse technique...

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Heavy and eerie silence reigned therein, The dark rooms looking as sullen as mean, As if they had taken serious offence Against me who had failed in their esteem, My heart feeling contrite was heaving tense, To have halfway deserted my fond dream. No one was there my inner thoughts to share, None who so...

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XII The wife of del Giocondo made famous by artist leonardo Da Vincin'Mona Lisa'* with such style so demure with an enigmatic smile ...

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A gray and white cat sidles up against the splotchy green dumpster and meows despite himself. The plastic lid slams hard at the end of another long shift. It sounds desperately final like the North Springs station, or the highest note of a violin....

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Monday morning most merrily Must have been a splendid Summer sleeping sort of a Night. Everyone was festive and Bright despite being hungry. Damian and Dolly did the Food shopping while Molly Stayed at the hotel with the Children. "Can we have room Service?" Remarked Justin. Matthias and Barrington both Joined the noise, uttering "Yeah, we're hungry, we're Hungry mommy." ...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU XII These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. Both victor and vanquished are dewdrops: flashes of light briefly illuminating the void. —Ouchi Yoaka, loose translation/interpretation of his jisei (death poem) by Michael R. Burch The snow melts the rivers rise and the village is flooded with children! —Kobayashi Issa, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Don't...

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Jordan and I locked the Masqerade doors to find these vampires and learn a bit more; The night air feels so intimidating, we have to be ready for anything; Temperature seems to set off this desire it feels like my veins have been set on fire; Insatiable thirst we have to get there, to hear the...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XII Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch for Beth Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashion, but wildly, in despair. Because you came to me in my black torment and kissed me fiercely, blazing like the sun upon parched desert dunes,...

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