No foreign star, no northern cloud,
Could shadow the threads we have independently weaved.
Time clenches today, weaving a mosaic of untold glories,
Forever to reminisce when it fades into yesterday.*
We billowed as kindred spirits,
Minds alike, gaze locked,
Counting grains in time's shifting hourglass.
Our vision darts to words spilling from our lips—
......
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
......
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
......
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Now can you see the monument? It is of wood
built somewhat like a box. No. Built
like several boxes in descending sizes
one above the other.
Each is turned half-way round so that
its corners point toward the sides
of the one below and the angles alternate.
Then on the topmost cube is set
a sort of fleur-de-lys of weathered wood,
long petals of board, pierced with odd holes,
......
No foreign star, no northern cloud,
Could shadow the threads we have independently weaved.
Time clenches today, weaving a mosaic of untold glories,
Forever to reminisce when it fades into yesterday.*
We billowed as kindred spirits,
Minds alike, gaze locked,
Counting grains in time's shifting hourglass.
Our vision darts to words spilling from our lips—
......
In harbor's glow,she stands so tall,
a beacon of hope,welcoming all
With torch held high and crown of stars,
she whispers dreams from near and far.
Through storms and trails,steadfast and free,
a symbol of strength and liberty
In her shadow,new lives begin,
a promise of hope for all within.
"Safe Harbor" is a poem I wrote for my friend and fellow poet Kevin Roberts, who was the founder and first editor of the literary journal Romantics Quarterly.
Safe Harbor
by Michael R. Burch
for Kevin N. Roberts
The sea at night seems
......
Whole atmosphere is
Magnetic
Environment is
Full of magic
I am overwhelmed by yellowish
In yellow
The whole creation is
Watching your feat
......
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