Winter Abortion Poems

February 13th, 2023 - old man winter gave a one...two punch

Overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round...

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For the contest "This or That" set by Edward Ibeh



These charming chimes of chaste memoirs
of "us" tinkle,
making me recall the moment
your river of periwinkle passion...

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Addicted to Love

I am addicted to you 
sweet child. 
You made me laugh, 
from your first smile
to the first time
you called my name. 
Nothing from...

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Junction point
Nobody knew I am on the road
Except for Ronda,

I had new responsibilities,
The money helped to  survive with food, heat, and electricity,

Every Monday
I go...

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Variant Seasons
David J Walker

I
Indecision has never been 
my intention

My lifes work summed up in 
short sentences 

I greet the morning sun 
head-on

and about-face to the...

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Far Away

You, 
are not here. 
I wish that you were. 
The morning is bright, 
like when we were little, 
and there is a rooster crowing....

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A feeling escapes, as night coalescing winter. 
A cancerous sorrow innate. 
A Familiar, a servant of Sinners.
Faithlessness, neglecting to find  eternity.

Here she moves along...

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Jars
Jagged remains 
jars of jagged broken glass 
youth swims into the past 
the end of spring 
the start of wages 
earned in the meager life...

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All the following are true: you love him. 

He loves you. 

You are not ready to be loved like that. 

He confesses how long he’s...

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I kissed your cheek in front of them all, and in doing so, I think I damned the both of us. 

You, to be left...

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Harvest Moon

Gather in the field, collect up the harvest, 
stay together and be aware. 
Do not stare into the night, too long…
Get up with the...

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Winter

Crisp cold mornings, 
they make me think of you. 

Your hair was always messy, 
and fell everywhere about your shoulders. 
Your eyes were windows into...

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ICE         NINE

The sourceling of anti-matter,
morphed in, a slithering form.
From Darkness's anteroom chamber-
The wormhole, in escape-
The place where...

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Winter. Saturday morning it was.
I woke up, called me my boss
"You're so lazy, you can't work anymore!"
Do you know, how were in a big loss?!

Couldn't...

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Going on town look around don,t. Mess be  winter dress  smart as a bat look  cold is no joke cloves HATS AND...

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