Xiv Poems - Poems about Xiv

The divine flame, the torch of eternal truth lit, And passed it onto Pope's Leo XIV trembling hand Who, fervently, prayed to our God almighty, Peace and love to bring, upon men's tormented land. © Demetrios Trifiatis 09 May 2025 ...

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Sappho Translations XIII by Michael R. Burch In these 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. Groom, to whom can I fairly compare you? To a slender sapling. (115) Rejoice, most honored bride and groom! Rejoice!...

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"Aywa, aywa, aywa niq kusy." She softly whimpered. He kept going at her while making her so much wetter. He began breathing on her neck while panting harder and faster....

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Czech Frantisch Kupka begaan his art abstracta with 'Piano keys* he found fame creatives in the verticl plane ...

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At this very moment coolies screamed, ‘train', We scampered packing up our bags and bales, A long-awaited train’s a certain bane, But this one turned a boon, such were the tales, An English gentleman hailed our hero From his carriage and we parted to go Our diverse ways—to our cattle-class seat, There was no chance...

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Gold plated is Kilmt's'Der Kuss'* with Gustav rated an artistic 'plus' in the style Vienna Secession a vauableb painting so full of passion ...

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At any given moment, someone is stocking shelves Putting the ping-pong balls next to the beer, Ketchup next to the hot dog buns, Strawberries next to the shortcake mixes. In the parking lot cherry pits line the concrete gutters All things in their proper place....

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some people smile with their eyes some people frown with their eyebrows some people celebrate with candles & fireworks some people mourn among cans of black beans like the woman I saw, sobbing with her eyes & mouth in aisle twelve some people don’t have a safe place to cry...

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It was at this point 11 o'clock At night. Damian Left Molly and Checked on the seven. Everybody Was fine. He returned to Business. Molly was no longer Afraid she knew she was in the Path of annihilation master of Gratification, the complete Conversation. He began Touching her softly. She let him Kiss her body. It became...

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Damian Stood with the front Door opened and said, "Family! We will be leaving in fifteen Minutes. Do whatever you have To before we hit the road. Use The bathroom whatever! Come on!! HAKIM!! About 7 minutes later they swarmed. The seven ambushed Damian. Attempting to climb onto him As if he was a tree. Damian's laughter echoed Through...

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Early Poems XIV Am I by Michael R. Burch Am I inconsequential; do I matter not at all? Am I just a snowflake, to sparkle, then to fall? Am I only chaff? Of what use am I? Am I just a feeble flame, to flicker, then to die? Am I inadvertent? For what reason am I here? Am I just a ripple in a pool that once was clear? Am...

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Did this vampire think I would not comply? Chance expected me to let someone die; Blood lust has taken away my conscience, compassion is no match for violence; Being treated horribly for so long can really do nothing but make you strong; All the anger that was never addressed, the woman I once was there’s nothing left; Suddenly everything...

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I love a mouth that tries, And a heart that bleeds, Yet is still determined to live— Despite the absence of peace And absence has its beauty, Without needing to be filled with Anything—absence is profound as a Drop that fails to reach its end The anticipating sound Of its final plunge— A drop that dissipates before it hits The promiseless bottom I love a...

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My poems used to rhyme before you Now they don’t Gifted hands, sharp words Making the suffering my master Green eyes like branches on Christmas tree They can look like the honey you put in your tea Every line in your body has still her name in it The name of...

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