Best Shortening Poems

If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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My nostrils sniff the air seeking,
the various scents tantalising.
Then I smell the bison and throwing
back my head I howl to my pack.

The bison start to...

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on those ivory sands
If frozen fingers reach for thee, 
arise and fling aside her hands

As you awake on...

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(continued from A Year Of Months (January-June)
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A Year Of Months (July-December)

8. July

July now follows summer's song of June;
with sun ablaze, her days are humid, warm.
Great...

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Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of...

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She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for...

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Kiss me,  I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold...

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Summer says so long as glorious autumn takes it place
Less humidity and cooler nights puts smiles on our face

Cloudy fall wet days give relief from...

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Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change
circling around me, are seasons, rearranged
As we say farewell to our place in the sun
Goodbye to our cove on...

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On wet days, shivering,
we greet late fall,
whose shortening days
bring with icy fingers
hoar frost on the fields at dawn.
Some time before the first light snow,
we take...

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I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and...

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An old man's crumbles........

I am an old man and no matter I say or do.
But still I am living with my stubbornness heart

I have complications...

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In Monorhyme, Iambic Hexameter

From morning’s earliest rays to evening’s setting sun,
whatever could be sweeter than two pals having fun?
Side by side a gallop, how swiftly...

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Shortening nights are approaching all too fast
Warm days of summer are a thing of the past

Farmers busy themselves in the field
Nature’s bountiful crops now yield

Apple...

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The blushing rose can no longer linger
 As summer wanes in its glow
 Autumn's chill, and winter's icy fingers
 Will bring those shivering days we'll...

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