April Cool Poems

It is cold this April morning

  But I will not turn on the heat
got double socks on my feet
ate a bowl of warming cream...

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Been quiet of late
Watching the change of this worlds fate
So much hate
Had to get away
Not much too say
So I sit around
Sharing what I have found
A...

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When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice

Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies
Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies
Much...

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Friday afternoon year 
April 2032 the weather was 
Just right. Damian sought to
Purchase a barrage of a 13
Bicycle collection. It would be
A surprise for his...

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In the cool of the early morning
when the sun just begins to rise
Mystical layers suddenly appear.
Of soft, serene gray colored dew
with speckles of blue
Flowing gently...

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Time and again
jovial imp does succeed
at collecting aggregate of infinite moments
nabbing, snagging and yoking yours truly,
a fortitudinous erstwhile
citizen banker travels at warp speed
impossible mission to...

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HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY TYPE IN THE COMMENTS THE LAST EMOJI YOU USED??...

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Sight from my canopy-tops,
After dinner, several falling raindrops,
sweltering the ordinary people's roof inside,
Given the still March signal of poise,

Darkness gives still blanket,
However rain crossing the...

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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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Early morning April 8th, 2020 
meteorologic destiny manifested...
rumbling atmospheric thuds,
promised natural exultant
sound and light show
subsequently within minutes
dully rightly appraised as dud,

yours truly forced himself awake
way...

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How cold the sun of April
  first day playing games
  of spring return to winter chills.
Blow ye wild, racing winds
  slip thru...

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cool april sunrays
gone every last trace of snow
goodbye winter blues



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted March 1, 2019...

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after all the windy noise,
i am the afterwards silence,
stillness,
in columns,
never leaving the place,
i am that little drops,
that fall,
but never break,
yet they turn themselves
in to a...

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I feel under the grey,
cold grey all over me.
I search around as I may
for any colour to see.

Across the grass chilled spring 
is tipped by...

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November on the calendar,
 on the edge of a north east winter
 that teeters on the horizon.
The year's months raced by
 and January dreams slipped...

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