Brother April Poems

How do I still know your birthday? Walking in halls ,,search" i say. 
But when i look at you, the view dosen't feel like a...

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I ask myself a rhetorical question regarding...
the durability, longevity, and tenacity of *****sapiens,
after screaming headlines report one after another atrocity.

How did the human species...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving,...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz...

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April filled with love
Pretty blue skies with big clouds
Rain will bring a bath
Iris and flowers will grow
Lovely gardens springing up...

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Have seen tent cities stretching out so far
The forgotten ones sleeping their car
Going without simple things
The happiness that running water brings
Eating yourself full pushing yourself...

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Beautiful
Through the looking glass I can see
All the things I dream can be
A beautiful day
A heart opened all the way
Nobody with a day wasted
All have...

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The Showers fall gently
giving all plants a drink
it is watering time
pretty flowers in pink
wow back ground of key lime  



The Showers fall gently
are they...

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man, man

you search yourself and you search yourself for life
the same as when macaca is searching for lice:

- with the monkey sister you nibble on...

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I.

When he was born, within the early spring,
It was the year Nineteen Seventy-Five.
All hearts were warmed with the joy he would bring,
Knowing as he grew...

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April is a wonderful spring month                   ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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Rain

As I set here quiet, 
I gather my thoughts. 
I pray without the pomp...
of a beginning or an end. 
As He is always with me....

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Empty Glass 
Stained

The house is empty. 
The dogs...
are barking again. 
This happens, 
and.

It is left hanging there, 
for a reason. 
The word...
Says little and less,...

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