January April Poems

In the glass of January, I found sanctuary,
A sip of new beginnings, a common melody.
Gulped down resolutions, though they proved fake,
Choked on cut ties, decisions...

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A fierce and angry snow storm swarms around me.
I trudge to the house, my feet pink in my cold wet socks.
There are frosty icicles on...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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having eyes to see in the dark I'll call that the best gift


January 2, 2022.
The Best Gift Poetry Contest,
JCB Brul....

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analogous to expending precious Air Supply
embellishing, modifying, revising, et cetera
a poem crafted about fourteen months ago.

I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite...

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I revised a poem written 
January twenty second
last year – two thousand twenty one
regarding gratitude for Medicare 
Insurance to foot the bill
concerning ability to heal
courtesy...

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Open the gates of time and let me savor its moments 
allow me to ignite like a lantern in the dark of night 
watching firework...

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January cools thoughts with drifts of snow and clouds
Floating aimlessly, nomadic

February thrills hearts with frosts of icy cold
Glazed pines, emerald dreams

March encourages tenderness with twisting...

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1582 France switch from Julian calendar
To Georgian calendar
Does it matter
Then council of Trent
No pun intent
 Hindu calendar spring equinox
 I bet you thought this was...

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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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My ode to tax season ...

With compelling circumstance
thousands flocking to our door
braving elements of chance
what does new year have in store?

As they enter our domains
follow...

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A short twirly skirt
           Thigh-high white boots soft and lovely
     ...

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The First Six Months

     January, you remind me to close the door to yesteryear 
     And to...

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Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.

Bonnie...

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The astrologers have set a date
for an unique celestial phenomena;
why would the translucent Luna
turn ginger and then deep red?

Back in January it resembled a huge...

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