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The WindA Poem by Jacques - iNkwireI wrote this hanging out downtown on a Sunday. |
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Yosa Buson translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchYosa Buson haiku translations into modern EnglishPicking autumn plumsmy wrinkled handsonce again grow fragrant―Yosa Buson, loose translation/int.. |
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Yamaguchi Seishi haiku translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchYamaguchi Seishi haiku modern English translationsGrasses wilt:the braking locomotivegrinds to a halt.―Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation byMic.. |
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How Long the NightA Poem by Michael R. BurchHow Long the Nightanonymous Middle English poem, circa early 13th century ADloose translation by Michael R. BurchIt is pleasant, indeed, while the sum.. |
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Nothing in our laughter as we fell...A Poem by Michael R. BurchNothing in our laughter as we fell...by Michael R. BurchWhatever winds encountered soon resolvedto swirling fragments, till chaotic heapsof leaves lay.. |
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Love StoryA Poem by zainulLemon tree and lime butterfly dance with joy |
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STARDUSTA Poem by Anuja SharmaImagination of your own World!! |
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A Soft BreezeA Poem by JasonJust a set of haikus to help myself realize that some things are unobtainable, despite being within arm's reach. |
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Southern IcarusA Poem by Michael R. BurchSouthern Icarusby Michael R. BurchWindborne, lover of heights,unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,you climb, skittish kite . . .W.. |
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Love Unfolded Like a FlowerA Poem by Michael R. BurchLove Unfolded Like a FlowerbyMichael R. BurchLove unfoldedlike a flower;Pale petals pinked and blushed to see the sky.I came to know youand to trust y.. |
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The w(ie)ndA Poem by LaleThe cue we need to hear. |
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MOTHER NATURE'S FURYA Poem by SJ MullinsDescription of a storm |
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Grandpa Vonnegut and the Galapagos ghostsA Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madnes..You have to be willing to lose everything that doesn't matter, if you expect to find something that does. |
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Autumn LeavesA Poem by MaximumFlightUnder the autumn wind,send the leaves to share a message.Colors, blend together,mend together these wounds infected. Leaves, whisper from far away.. |
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25. The Reich And a Pair of BoxersA Chapter by Peter RogersonTHROUGH THE GATES OF TIME -Part 25 |
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ANITA BREASTWORTHY’S BRAA Story by Peter RogersonA silly tale. What do you expect on Boxing Day? |
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