Seasons Clothes Poems

They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever 
They are my lucky pants, we will always be together 
They are navy blue nylon,...

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(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)

November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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When autumn leaves on tree branches disappear
And chilly winds spoil outdoor fun
The warmth of a fireplace beckons me to draw near
That’s winter to me.

When snowflakes...

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The day’s a little chilly
(This touch of autumn rocks!)
Yet I will not capitulate
By putting on some socks.

The sun is brightly shining,
But on my bedroom floor
My...

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Dusty chalked,

splayed filet,

forewarned to focus in-
and then die to grin....

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In winter I wear cute pyjamas
They’re adorned with sweet little llamas
We’ve had snow storm after storm
I yearn to be somewhere warm
Like Nassau in the Bahamas!

In...

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I humbly salute you,
For giving me such a visual feast,
As I look at the multi-coloured carpet of leaves you place under my feet.

I humbly salute...

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covers barren land                      ...

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Throughout the Spring and Summer - we travel to many a fair.
We dress up in Renassiance Garb and see various sights so rare.
Vendors lined up...

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It's the most frustrating time of the year.
It's sweater weather in the morning
And then by lunch time
You're sweating like it's your job....

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The Saviour And The Waif

Waif like she lay, half-submerged in the receding flood
Nor heat nor sun she knew in sleep,
Woken from her age-long silence,
The stony...

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My hands are bleeding
My face is dirty
My clothes are rags
This is my reality

Talking to myself in third person
She, her, them
What's with me?
I want to be...

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Animals and birds enjoy no seasons,

In summer,

In winter,

In hot and shower,

Tribes wearing leaves,

Hot summers releasing me from coats,

Cold winters keeping me inside the coats,

Why?...

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As I stand here alone in the cold wet snow; watching it come down all around its quiet a show.
My fingers are frosty and my...

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