April December Poems

Option 10 given by Jo. Stanza 1 is hers.

Dear December

Soft snow swirls down as cold breeze blows
 A snow-white crown covers the earth
 Life is...

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with arms outstretched 
   girl twirls as snow falls faintly
             ...

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January cools thoughts with drifts of snow and clouds
Floating aimlessly, nomadic

February thrills hearts with frosts of icy cold
Glazed pines, emerald dreams

March encourages tenderness with twisting...

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LESSONS OF LOVE AT ANY AGE

The lake was serene as a sleeping swan
Early evening and the town lights were coming on
There was snow on the...

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April has been called the cruelest month,
and that may well be so.
But sadder by far is October--
ask any tree, for they all know.

October glides in...

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I write this prose for my dear, fair lady wife
To celebrate her Birthday on November 29th
She’s my partner, my best friend, the love of my...

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On a cool and breezy April eve,
I lay down and welcomed sleep,
With no intention al all to dream.
But somewhere in a lofty keep,
Where it seems...

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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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December, December,
No lawns to be mowed,
How grateful am I,
For the fact that it snowed.

No weeds that need pulling,
No trimming the trees,
No flowers need planting,
No tetanus...

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I am the youngest of 12, and I'm told that I bring lots of goodness and joy.
Perhaps you have already met my siblings because they've...

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Flours

Yes, flowers…
No…not flours…

Yes, flours…
every lovely color, 
every lovely shape.

Cakes made from scratch, 
brought to life with egg and milk. 
Sugar sweet, brown or light…
dusted tops,...

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Before you came into my life
                   ...

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December 2017 - Goodbye Old Year

Divided into months is our Earth year,
and January was the first new page.
Month two, cold February, did appear,
then left as...

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Hungry stomach and hungry voice
Choice of the capitalists
Skin and bone girls and boys
Their creature and they rejoice

Words and paints latent in their look
Contents of a...

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The snow outside is white and nice,
And my tears turns to ice,
The other side of the bed is empty
Missing how you caress me so gently,
The...

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