Best Afternoons Poems

From nowhere,
a type of sadness descends 
as that which sometimes possesses  
a child on rainy afternoons
when what is vulnerable withdraws
and curls up in a corner 
of the mind to seal
itself with silence. 

It's a sadness that doesn’t 
wear a name, more like a shadow
cast...

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Before iron winter commands the land
The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze
Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands
Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze
On museums of leafy orange haze

Maroon afternoons of apple's sharp bite
Foretells the night tomcats dress as jaguars
Tricking candies for ghoulish appetites
For sweet treats,...

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summer afternoons

hot breath of summer
 even the dark shadows sweat ~
  solstice stupor

sweltering doldrums
 heat waves rise on sallow breaths ~
  only the bees buzz...

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A visit to my village in the month of june,
all that it offers you is a very short day and a lazy afternoon.

       Soft whirring of the fan making heavy the eyelids,
trying in futile to stay open over a...

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In dusty Karoo towns
Sunday afternoons are 
sentences of solitary confinement

Deserted streets
closed doors and windows
No sign of life

One wonders if the rapture
has taken place...

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Ya know….
I’m not here to play video games with my neighbor...to build another world on some 
other plane of existence...I want to be engaged by more tangible realities that 
fester inside the scope of society… not to fiddle in some artificial plot that seems 
just...

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SUNDAY AFTERNOONS
By Curtis Johnson

Mom had a sister not far away, and dad had three sisters,                              ...

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1-21-2013 The Best of Afternoons
Lying awake,I could see the light of day,
Through the door ,that of a keyhole,
Out of my opening eyes I notice, the lazy clock reaches up as the candle light did,
 Somewhat like the night before,
On the wall,my calenders' picture,
A monkey in...

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autumn afternoons
all the melancholy winds
come to visit me...

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still we watch while most of you point fingers at the fat girl while your habits are 
obese… even now I live in fear of what the future holds for me because of how 
much of the meager more you many consume … you’ve made...

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Sunday afternoons
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i abandoned my self, and reached out with all my heart
to a God whom i knew could help me survive
and keep me from coming all the way apart
and for awhile i was so truly alive

now i am better, and so much worse
Jesus helped me...

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we spent the afternoon
throwing ourselves off castle walls
jumping into moats we spent
our time pierced with swords
having arrows hit us and many more
miss us in aching arms in shields
that's what we did sharing blood
and last breaths and mountains
didn't matter and forests didn't matter
we spent our afternoons...

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Footprints on the path of death--
none may return or triumph here,
those still living count each breath--
the mind like a sepulchre dies within.

Who is the judge of unbridled sins?
that delivers ashes unto the ground--
A lifetime ends yet another begins,
on a wintery weekend afternoon.

What of those who...

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I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and...

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In the afternoons
You took long walks by the sea
Or the ocean
With a stick in your hand
You stopped
Drew a heart in sand
And wrote ’I love you’
In the middle.
Joyfully you exclaimed
This is my favourite place
I’ll come here every day...

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