Spring Anti Bullying Poems

The fire


He stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water
looking out of the window, he saw across the fjord on the slopes
to the blue...

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In the clutch,her gentle touch,away from slutch,outside hutch
Bereft of words
But never the eyes do lie,beneath the blue sky,she and i

a garnet ring, on her finger...

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A warning

National day, every country has one, when they are allowed
to wave their flags, get drunk, and indulge in latent xenophobia 
When the people (otherwise...

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Before I even put it to drive
I saw you in the future 
As if my heart couldnt believe my eyes
The Spring day lovers 
Conquest of...

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Spring this time of year
has left my games behind
who warrants a secret?
I've left my pride behind
when you try to find a reason?
and its fanfare is...

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Whether it is winter or spring 
Whether it is summer or fall 
Let your radiance be ringing 
Like the blow of a cannonball 

The bigots...

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A trip to Wales 

I was driving among hillocks; the landscape was green
it was spring and sheep-dipped in coal dust, grazed 
with their offspring
Parked near...

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The sunlight
was a bright coolness-
the sun itself-

a shiny
buttercup tossed, its petals
plucked and spread

silently
upon the campus, and slung
into an apartment

through unwashed windows,
slicing a chicken-egg -hued
interior.

And within
the sunlit dwelling, sat...

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It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can

My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for...

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I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.

A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.

It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My...

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The end of a friendship 

 I sat in the kitchen of the flat mother had left me,
trying to write a poem, when heard my...

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The meaning of Christmas
In our multi-religious world and lack of Christian faith
I no longer call Christmas by its name but prefer
to call the festive season...

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The master of the dawn said: - It's strange to be here
on the black lips of the fields, and the evening caught up in between...

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Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life. 
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife. 
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time. 
Superb...

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My hearts on the shelf.
I put my heart on the shelf today, without cunning array, or tears in vain.

A closet next to a furnace with...

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