Vi Poems - Poems about Vi

Sappho Translations by VI Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 121 translation by Michael R. Burch 1. As a friend you're great, but you need a much younger bedmate. 2. Although you're very dear to me, please don't be silly! You need a much younger...Read the rest...

A mask Cracked but standing Not fallen Yet hollow Eyes etched into the ruins Trapped between what remains And what has been lost Thoughts through the rift, A mouth, open yet voiceless Whispers out of place Where the...Read the rest...

VI. It used to be that a child was called a precious gift, so many of them used to die we were joyful if they lived. To kill such a defenseless soul was barbaric and cruel, but oh, how Satan did return, and...Read the rest...

"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet. MIRROR, MIRROR I was in a room, there, I saw a mirror, and...Read the rest...

Story she h-Ad was a b-Ag like purse A-nd not hers...Read the rest...

Moments later, a furious Michael stormed in, eyes ablaze with determination. But the moment he stepped closer, he was faced with an army of Penneys and Guses—four, five, six reflections dizzying his focus. “What?! Which one...Read the rest...

"Busni busni ya habibi, kiss me kiss me, please, my baba." Busat keteer between our lips for the rest of the year. "Busat busat," he said in return as I gave him alf bosa....Read the rest...

Faure requiem Agnus Dei* ...Read the rest...

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Scumann's creative piano technique* ...Read the rest...

I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All...Read the rest...

David Hockney iphones flowers each day so his untitled* still life never stray...Read the rest...

Newspapers read and a grand dinner done, I put out a large lamp awake like Moon, And stretched into my bed wishing deep sleep, Some stars twinkled through the open window That framed in nearby...Read the rest...

Rembrandt van Rijn painted himself* as a sign Over ninety 'selfies' as he aged thus his ego was assuaged ...Read the rest...

Children's Poems VI These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Springtime Prayer by Michael R. Burch They'll have to grow like crazy, the springtime baby geese, if they're to...Read the rest...