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Sun January Poems | Sun Poems About January

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Details | Free verse |

- Thick And Heavy -


                       The fog lies like a thick blanket over my city
                         It is gray, damp and heavy to breathe in
                         Grey and wet ..... gives me a headache
                     Morning turns to night, without any difference
                         I have to get the light and the sun back
                                 Neither cat or dog will go out
                                  I've heard about rain dance
                           Now I would like to take a sun dance
                              Will you join with me in my dance





09.01.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013



Details | Haiku |

Sun Shines -Haiku-

Sun comes out to play tomorrow it will be back but, snow for Monday. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Eye of the tropical January sun

Exercising belief about unknowns.
Makes sense to take your best guess.
Using history, numbers, extrapolation.
Getting the trajectory right for re-entry.
Few dissenters left for climate change, evolution.
Nuclear power brings a process to earth
that occurs only in space. Dangerous
but necessary? Not a risk-averse weasel.

One among many mammals is the weasel,
not known for its consideration of unknowns
but, for its extreme caloric needs, considered dangerous.
My wife says in England violent gusts
forced a locomotive off its tracks. One interpretation
might reasonably be that the mother, earth,
has stopped mothering man. We're entering
a period of unknowns and must evolve.

What might this involve
and what adjustments are possibly feasible?
Walking rather than riding to the subway entrance,
using less electricity until more is known,
preserving agricultural soils and forest land,
buying fewer plastic contraptions.
My brother's washing his pajamas less often.

None of this may make the slightest difference
in how the earth and the sun and universe revolve.
But we are human and addicted to action,
the probable less attractive than the possible.
Also, there's no percentage in respecting death
unless it's imminent. Better to remain centered,
focused on food, child-bearing, war and the poem.

All driveways plowed, all lawns mowed.
Just in time before the first snow, I raked our leaves.
Two eight hour days. What percent of all time is that?
Draw a ray with point A the first pile of leaves
extending to the extrapolating end of universe.
.01 of Aaron. Zero of Zach.
Hawks playing, hunting, mating, canaries in the mine.

Having been too many places to count.
Sex bars, infant formulas, fire crews, last rites, permanent jobs, traffic
      tickets, judges' chambers, out houses, wedding banquets, boiling
      teapots, frantic centuries, facial tissues, presumed innocent, clear
      intentions, stainless steel.
Spiderweb glove. Deerfly earring. Daddylonglegs seeingeyedog.
Memorized songs. Privatized loans.
You cannot know what you're doing until you've done it.
Erudite sweep the floor. Articulate make the bed.
Infrared town hall. Crab nebula. Your last crap.
Eye of the tropical January sun. Slouching toward temperate zone.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

January blue

January blue

I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay

I fly the skies, on a plane called Jet Blue
With indigo shades, and an azure view
To a southern land, with hot Aztec sand
With nothing planned, and a drink in my hand

Next day I arise, to new sapphire skies
Can't believe my eyes, I'm in paradise!
Look! There's a peacock, and, a Macaw too!
So much to see, and nothing else to do

A local band sings Margaritaville
I've gotta go now, I can't stand still!

John Derek Hamilton
January 24,2016
For Blue contest received N/A

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Dec and Jan

Declination end of the last circle lap
January starts a new journey from last to current
Flow full of ups and downs in inner within
Celestial solar neighborly friends
One at the end the other is a start on time

Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Daffodils Know Why

Forty-two degrees, some gray in the sky;
but still I walk... and what should strike my eye?
Daffodils are sprouting; I questioned why.
"It's winter, what's up?" I asked one nearby;
"Spring is coming!" I heard her clear reply.

Daffodils don't ask why, but still, they speak
of purpose and planning as they take their first peek.
Though to us humans, the weather may seem bleak,
today they saw the sun, the first time in weeks.
They’ll be ready for Easter, April sixteenth.

written January 24, 2016

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017






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