Xvi Poems - Poems about Xvi

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Leonardo di ser Piero painted with such flair especially 'The Lady with Dishevelled Hair' This head of a woman(la scapigliata )to be sure  with captivating beauty& a mysterious demeanor ...

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a young man reaches for green tea with lemon but the shelf is empty and he sighs it’s the tiny deaths in life that prepare you for the big one...

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The time was 11:05. Damian Made the essential announcement "HAKIM the time is now 11:05 We will leave this place at 11:15am. That's 10 minutes from now. So use the toilet, do everything You need to do for your Comfort. Be in the Limos in 10 Minutes, ready to go. When get There you'll have plenty of time For R &...

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Early Poems XVI The Beautiful People by Michael R. Burch They are the beautiful people, and their shadows dance through the valleys of the moon to the listless strains of an ancient tune. Oh, no ... please don't touch them, for their smiles might fade. Don’t go ... don’t approach them as they promenade, for they waltz through a vacuum and dream they're not made of the...

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‘Do you think you can make demands of us? Chance said ‘Why continue with all this fuss? No worries pet you can keep him for now. That is all I will promise or allow.’ At the mercy of hunger I agreed; For now Jordan was not going to bleed; The vampire said ‘You may go to the bank. Eat...

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In those sweet voices, Traces of euphoria and poisons, Pour out in waves, Entering canals Sound becomes delicacy, The body Enraptured —Horripilation— Titillating the flesh Instruments smite the still air— Smokes and oxygen Are not the only source of breath— My tears form in perspired release Those bumps spreading, In the strangest of places, Through the doors. . . Through the windows. . . 2.16.20...

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Sonnets X-XVI Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will emanates dynamism. Otherwise the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us, nor the centering loins...

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lanky love's a sassy spell; airy alakazam, wit's nest callous cauldron oozing nectar wanky witchery, salient bicker its features foil hankering hoists masticated moaning churn coils dark dirge clothed'n rustic rhythm crisp crescendos, masked melody its reeling riffs are worn to trail; etched'n concerto grosso - pored pain throbbing thumping - its hampered hymn bounty blitzkrieg, lame, bruised lyrics love has no worth until it's a trade: partners...

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Love, It is not alone where fingers graze a cheek that the softness of the skin is felt when bathed and pampered aloe'd and perfumed the scent, in the stillness, is coming thru glistening like the tips of the green green grass freshly mowed with the sun shinning down on a finely tuned ... piece of pure imperfection I'm clover sitting close where crimson's crushed...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVI IF you pull a long limp face Long as a mile of lies made of clay Little the wonder no kind of praise Can pull you out of utter dismay Then if you pulled that long clay face Right round the block up your driveway Complain not how your face you deface Your driveway's...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XV & XVI XV IF ever I had a country And if ever I were the Treasury Secretary I'd outlaw all...

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SONNET XVI FOR A GOOD LIFE In a quest to be wise Lord, I’ve sought counsel, I’ve sought for that priceless One, That one rule that will answer to the question of A Good Life. Exhausting an array of examples around, Sampling for the kind of results we desire, What we have now Is a conflicting compendium. Hence, The Sage has dramatically dropped...

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He's messed up the whole earth's morale Donald's not a traveler's pal Because he's a thug We must yank out his plug As Kubrick directed for HAL Author's note: Last line is a reference to "2001 A Space Odyssey." Quite like what happened to the HAL 9000 computer in the film, we certainly think there is something wrong with the...

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evening flight - from highlands to lowlands the sun sets twice...

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