Best Southwards Poems

Rather lost, they stare over the divide,
how best to circumnavigate this obstacle?
They can see a path gently sloping down
but it is far off to the north two days ride.

West is back from whence they had come,
east is an impassable cliff of sheer rocks.
They can not...

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southwards
to the sun-
follow the light,
annual migration's
begun-
nomads
of nowhere,
without a care
baggage,passports or cheap
airfare...

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Nineteen nosey newts nudged nasty nautical nannies
Eighteen eager ermines excitedly edged everyone’s ego 
Seventeen sacred slugs sat sideways searching seagulls
Sixteen slippery snails slid southwards sipping sangria
Fifteen flowery foxes fell forward fondling fuchsias
Fourteen frantic fleas froze fighting frightening fanatics
Twelve twiddling tigers told thirteen tasteless tales
Eleven elderly...

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When we first met, in love we used to glide
on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans,
now we slowly totter,and try to hide
our orthopaedic socks and thick long johns.
We still hold hands like back on that first date
but now it's less a gesture, decades...

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Cruising southwards to LA from Sac
a midnight filled with songs ‘n Luna, 
light-etching hills in a black infernal…

It was a leviathan’s back on which I
felt the tires unrolling a chilled grief ~

Owlish-full, a hypnotic moon, ‘n Dido
reminiscing tunefully about surrender
negating white flags and loves forlorn...

Inside...

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The stars were twinkling
as the moon danced
sending beaming rays
to float over the earth.

Casting shadows over all
in the still of the night.
We lay entwined
fingers wandering southwards.

Our breath hot and passionate
as we danced the age old dance.
Reaffirming our love as
slowly we rose to climax.

By the river reflecting
the...

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Crimson twilight, stained glass sunsets bled
Frost tipped flowers of summers fled
Migrating flocks, southwards led
Gatherings to break bread
Chrysanthemum spread
Autumnal bed
Overhead
Wind sped
Red


11/07/19

For 'Rhyming Nonet' contest
Sponsor: charles messina...

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The summer day I stood outside
And lifted my face to the sky,
Turned my face to the sun,
Without fear of consequence;

The busy December morning
I ran through the snowstorm,
Laden with packages
And stopped to feel
Snowflakes melting on my cheeks;

The morning I heard music
From the car stopped next to...

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As sunburned skies kiss August goodbye, on molten wings southwards they fly...

09/09/20...

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Why square? I wondered
Drifting together in a stream of faith;
Broken promises, shattered ambitions, hopeful desperation and the misled
Like a river we flow
Revolving, spinning, orbiting
Here, at this very place
Here lies the direction for those who seek
But why square?
A myriad of people from various walks of life
Flocked...

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March is unique here --
Auburn leaves dropping from trees,
Returning to dust,
Chilling winds howling southwards
Heralding winter's coming....

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SUMMER MOMENTS
Long,lazy days,dry and warm
dozing on the lawn;
shadows flicker
across my eye;
blown on the wind,
a brown butterfly;
my fingers reach 
to touch the sky,
swallows, circle,
then southwards fly;
large round spots
splash into my lap
down my neck 
raindroplets,trickle;
Summer,shaded gold
becomes monsoon,
berries rot beneath the
bramble. No breeze tonight
trees pose statuesque,
flowers icily still,
time...

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Have you ever known a skier’s mind
when the leaves turn yellow and red?
As frost forms before the drive to work
and the lawnmower is put to bed?
When all you feel is a bracing chill,
and southwards all the large birds have fled?

The first taste of what is...

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Measure of society by embarrassment,
being a part of that state establishment.
The informed shared interest that knows,
wasters that claim to be the institution vows.
Bound to rigid ness and as politic direction sold,
crippled down industrial economics manifold.
They speak about the future with excuses of term,
the apparent freedom...

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* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, 
    * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
    * as then ,
    * they...

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