Circa Poems - Poems about Circa

the High Honor "boulé de tout fort" or "le coq d'une fort" ...

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His tie knotted tight at the collar pinches the neck, he’d love to holler Her corset pulled tighter than a drum she’d like to scream, but can only hum ...

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City life, for kids, before the onslaught of helicopter parents and mandatory parental involvement in every aspect of growing up. We played baseball, no umpires, the bases pieces of cardboard, scratched in dirt, or chalked on the pavement. Four neighborhoods abutted each other. We, the children of the game, formed teams, formed...

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Too stoned to care wild eyes and hair My friend and I dare to order four pizzas Where are your friends the manager inquired Oh, they’ll be here in a bit ...

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No mechanical diggers digging Standard oblong shaped holes The only effort needed being To manipulate the controls. We dug our graves by hand And the sweat of our brow A craft that seems outdated And no longer any use now. Each grave was dug to An Individual coffin’s shape With an allowance made for The handles and the rope No deviation of the sides by Even the...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 (untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935) I trot out a poem acknowledging birthday of dear ole mom, who succumbed, lost lease on life nearly two decades ago, who frequently asked me, but never received acknowledgement during her livingsocial years did abjure (as the sole son) communicating HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Test...

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Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S (just in time for end of summer reading... recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence) intended food for thought indulgence. A boys' life aborted miscarried golden opportunity for adolescent romance to be courted. Amidst a raft of fellow (Brandywine Valley Y.M.C.A) resident campers seething with hormonal secretion to canoodle who, didst excitedly quiver donning a "NON FAKE" lifejacket coursing down swiftly moving Youghiogheny river (evidenced...

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Inspired by the painting Orange and Book by Raphaelle Peale. Viewing the painting required for the orange. It's an art I have perfected Studied long and hard for With utmost concentration The perfect peeling of an orange I sit, with intention to read But instead, slowly and with precision the orange is peeled My mind is focussed yet unencumbered There must be no...

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Circa 1595 ( Shakespeare ) Circa 2023. ( A Parody ) This royal throne of Kings, this sceptred Isle, ...

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Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005 untimely death sentence ordained approximately six months prior to mother dearest celebrating her seventieth birthday, though the last three years of her life impacted courtesy hysterectomy to remove malignant growth, which severely limited mobility of once vivacious former Arthur Murray ballroom dance teacher when she exuded youthful innocence. The remaining lines comprising following...

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My Fair Lady Winner of 2022 Glamorous Granny Contest I know it's deemed in polite society unacceptable to enquire or speculate upon a ladies age But you to me as other's look young enough to be rather better suited to be in a beauty pageant than entered into this here most auspicious contest But what more deserving winner could this contest have...

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Yours truly jogs his memory to write about witnessing bats appearing at twilight swooping mammals (in search of prey) quite silently whooshing thru the dusky night flitting to and fro, hither and yon across the darkening sky analogous to erratic zigzag pattern traced courtesy skittering kite resembling little black birds (think chimney sweeps) predicated espying them from height of about five feet and ten inches beautiful creature...

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Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time future time traveler looks back one century ago, oceanic waterways overladen with green slime, yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme far from madding crowd, nevertheless yet lovely bones and flesh quite spry, still considered prime (moost procreative, prodigious, and progressive) stage, since (case ye didn't know) approximately eight...

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****Dedicated to my bestie and those late nights and early mornings filled with turbulent tears and triumphant takeaways from early lessons and heartbreaks**** Here I am again, coming to my end. Again, and again, and again. Same face, same lips, same eyes. Same kisses, same promises and the same dressed up lies. Always falling for this...

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Professed paean pronounced and adroitly produced upon spirit of deceased named Boyce Brandon Harris. First year anniversary since cremains distributed across four winds his soul remains alive within me. Impressed upon mine consciousness birthdate announcing home birth April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air head populated with black curly locks, when he uttered that initial blare, nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks inherent...

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