Places April Poems

Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic,...

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From the mind of madness
I am able to write words with such sadness
Slipping into that dark pool
Emotions are just a tool
Embracing this dark tide
Sometimes taking...

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Leading me through the pain
I don't mind the rain.
Hides me so well
From love I fell
Meeting me half way
Forgot what I needed to say
To make ...

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People out there resisting sex drugs and money
Can take it they don't 
That's when its resisting temptation 
But the puppy resistance I'm failing to build...

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I enjoyed traveling greatly, and I had been countless places,
Like lovely fireflies of twilight, on their mellow moonlit races.

On my time away from work, I...

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I thought it was April
When winter came back quick
The snow is falling hard
And the roads are slick

Covering buds and grass,
And flowers in some places
With a...

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Never again will Notre Dame grace Paris the same.
Only ashes will remain of the beloved Cathedral.
Tears flow down her people's saddest cheeks as fire
Razes this...

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The seasons changed from frigid to thaw.
Deep in my heart my Jesus saw.
A need to find someone to love.
So he plucked an angel from above.

A...

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Twenty one years ... what lesson was learned?
Three countries, five states, and thousands of faces,
triumphs and terrors, to be lauded and spurned,
yearning to please those...

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Oh! how I like to be a bird,
It has no worries or cares,
It has the freedom to move about at its whims and fancies,
It can...

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As irreverent as always, there she was, following me everywhere - it is no longer possible to get some relaxation without having her near me?...

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i never want your help.
although, at times, i need it.
i don't accept reality
but i do understand it.
walking the swamps
in the middle of august,
i took rest...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick...

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April begins as a joke in a house of children:
A surprise, a word, a laugh if we’re lucky.
There are still bills and taxes and poems...

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I love you without surrender or

Abandonment, without stars or the

Months fragrance, without need or

Desire.

I love you as nothing is my own.

I love you as the...

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