Best Months Poems

January brash and bold,
Brings the worst of winter's cold.
February's stay is brief,
Green sprouts showing some relief.

March may come in like a lamb
And soon become ferocious ram.
Changeling April flirts a bit
And well may have a stormy fit.

We revel in the days of May
And beg her to...

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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and...

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He's infuriatingly...

pretty...

and I follow myself over his smile to find my eyes, promising uncertainty and chewing on
my bottom lip with the hunger that resides in...

love...

He rolled me over and kissed my dreams, his mouth became my salvation and I nailed myself
to the bedpost as we...

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I always feel like a prisoner in the winter, banished from the outside by the jealous wind. As I get older, I continue to make peace with the cold, but I follow the spring. It is a different door, one covered with vines and stars,...

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Spring and Fall join hands
squeezing sadness from our hearts
     green and threadbare leaves

                    11/11/2021...

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The First Six Months

     January, you remind me to close the door to yesteryear 
     And to welcome the new entry ways you have for me
  
     Febuary, I'm off and running,...

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January Cold
Freezing
Wheezing

February Valentine's Woe’s
Dating
Waiting

March Rainbow
Find pot
Gold sought

April Showers
Powers
Flowers

May Migration
Hummer
Comer

June Summer Night
Night Loons
Full Moons

July Fireworks
Dogs fear
Bombs near

August Humid Day
Sweaty
Fretty

September Trees
Leaves fall
Bares all

October Haunted House
Fright night
Ghost white

November Turkey Jerky
Quick swoop
Flown Coop

December Holiday Shopping
Online
Devine...

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"Suicide doesn't kill the pain-
it just passes it on to someone else"

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weeping from loss I emptied the ocean,
remembering each emotion
     abandoned by devotion-
sights unseen by nude eyes shine,
forgetting your dear heart is divine-
        ...

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It took only two seconds to realise what would become 
A friendship.
Only if it could have lasted.
It seemed we couldn't be separated,
Everyday we spent together.
Then
I fell for you
But, 
You asked of her.
Jealousy fell upon me.
Words were then spoken, 
Thats when everything ended.
3 Months
It wasn't suppose...

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Only six months 'til Christmas...
Yes, just six months to go- 
I'd best start making lists, 
Buying bottles for' ‘rellies' who like to get pissed
And scouring for bargains at Tesco.

Only six months since the last one 
And I've just finished paying the bills-
The credit card's clear...

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There's twelve months for a lifetime...
in all given years,
As days and night times..
shall always appear,

The first three months...
could bring us rain, sleet or snow,
January, February and March,
they come and they go,

Showers, warm weather,
come with April, May and June,
with springtime weather...
bringing summer in full bloom,

Then July,...

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Hello January
     A whole year is over 
     A pregnancy of twelve months 
     with all the symptoms 
     Time is running like a marathon 
   ...

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My grandson fingers his brain

He sings and listens to it but mainly clings
He prods and jabs it

His thoughts are drawn to where he is pointing
They desire his touch
And triumph with each poke and squeeze
But are ever needful of attention

His finger padded larvae crawl up
A new...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need dozens of sword to shout. He only understands the cap of his life when 
January was burn since the inception...

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Bleak February,
masquerading as the month of love,
though no redeeming qualities are born in you.

No purple berry
nor fuchsia flower blooming brightly,
just sighing earth between pale moons of snow.

The garden fairy
sleeps undisturbed in frozen blankets,
waiting for sweet robins to awaken her.

Heavy to carry,
this dreary pause in changing...

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