Seasons Conflict Poems

It's an agony that assails and assaults.
It's a state of indecision that boggles the mind;
It's a heart and soul that's off track and taken aback.
It's...

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I'd give you the shirt off my back
But only because I'd need you to like me
The eyesore that is your beat up honda in the...

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You hold in your hands the sun and the moon
But appear to me so clouded in gloom
Always poised to shed another tear
There must be something...

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Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.

Snow tries to reason,
Get one...

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We first met when I was young.
Curious, expectant, open-minded
We explored each other freely,
Communing face to face
Sharing everything
Seeking each other's company, together
Under the open sky.

Middle aged...

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Thorn thick atmosphere, and protocol..'
What is that? Here.. Is it a result of empathy?
The extract of experience? Washing over me
You, they..Whoever here, refreshing; re-juvenating!
Blessings distilled...

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There are places, things,
and times experienced by us.
Each of these experiences has
a character of its own. Yes,
there may be similarities,
but each is distinct.

The word for...

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The day The Eagle is defeated
The incident shall be repeated:
All transmitting stations televise it, 
The rarely praised tongues loosen in wit!
Born - to - Rule...

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the forest is silent and deep 
we transverse the seasons of sleep 
the depth of unknown regions 
in our collective darkest past 
silent and deep...

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In true-spirited
Resistance 
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.

But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a...

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When the puppeteer finished his last product,
        He was sending them out.
      ...

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I see how it once was 
Days of crystal line Blue skies 
& emerald green seas 
of sweet grass, gently
Swaying …
from Horizon to horizons edge...

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Weapons of mass destruction 
a time for mass production 
this is the way the world will end 
in silence, this is the way the world
is...

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A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons 
continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness;       
images of the...

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It’s a tryingly featured world to be in,
In which every restless heart minds 
Pleasant principal affairs of its own;
Where spurned soul no solace finds. 

It’s...

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