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Number and VerseA Poem by Robert RonnowThe question should not be in what ways writing and utterance trope each other, but how both are involved with number. Without relating the technology.. |
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Ibykos Fragment 286 TranslationA Poem by Michael R. BurchIbykos Fragment 286, circa 564 BCEloose translation byMichael R. BurchCome spring, the grandapple trees standwatered by a gushing riverwhere the maide.. |
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StyxA Poem by AnnaThere's something in that darknesssomething passing through its depths;something possessed of fractured lightsomething brimming its blistered lips.I k.. |
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No MarkA Poem by Michael R. BurchNo MarkbyMichael R. BurchA wave implodes,impaled uponimpassive rocks . . .this eveningthe thunder of the seais a wild music filling my ear . . .you ar.. |
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A Psalm for Muhammad AliA Poem by Michael R. BurchA Psalm for Muhammad Aliby Michael R. BurchThey say that gold don't tarnish. It ain't so.They say it has a wild, unearthly glow.A man can be more beau.. |
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Lucid RiverA Poem by iceintheatticDespite the shattering of my delicate bones / I still feel you filling every space of my body / how it soothes whatever that’s broken / water of.. |
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illusion or illusionized?A Poem by iceintheatticRead on - if you wish - no force intended - |
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RemembranceA Poem by Michael R. BurchRemembrancebyMichael R. Burcha coronavirus poemRemembrance like a river rises;the rain of recollection falls;frail memories, like vines, entangled,cli.. |
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Ali's SongA Poem by Michael R. BurchAli's SongbyMichael R. BurchThey say that gold don’t tarnish. It ain’t so.They say it has a wild, unearthly glow.A man can be more beautif.. |
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Got Sleep?A Poem by Robert RonnowNothing more intimate than sleepwake before dawn, go downtownprepare for tomorrow, come home from work late.Most cities prosper undisturbedsleeping pe.. |
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The River of DarknessA Poem by MR.WDeath has washed over me,My face as cold as the most frigid winters day,My heart a frozen lump in my chest,Still I try.The most beautiful sunset canno.. |
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Like the Dream RiverA Poem by Melinda McQueenLike the Dream River Flow, flow, flow, Let it all go. The current strong, It moves along. Its speed, fierce, As the s.. |
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Running RiverA Poem by The Things She NotedDown by the riverNo not that oneThe river near my old oak cabinThe rush of the waterThe brook that babbles on through all hours of the nightI try to a.. |
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Lady LonesomeA Poem by The Things She NotedLife may just be dreadfully lonelyWith moments of communityThat leave me bitterAching for something greaterSomeone greaterThat I may not knowLife may .. |
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Tuscan TiradeA Poem by The Things She NotedUnder the Tuscan sunDripping peachesWet and stickyFingers stuck to my pagesPaper cuts on summer daysBlood dripping down my fingerPeach fuzz painted re.. |
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Coughing CinnamonA Poem by The Things She NotedHe’s sweet like cinnamonJust as bitterHard to swallowHold him in my mouthChoke him outThe dust of the barkToo heavy to float to the topSinking i.. |
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Taunting ThoughtsA Poem by The Things She NotedThe airplanes close to my homeCircling my neighbourhoodTauntingSelf deprivation is only a depravity for so longPitifulAnd then I thoughtHow life was i.. |
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