Health December Poems

the snow falls on her
her fingers red from the cold
frozen winter bones...

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I see all the smiles
The lights on the tree
But I'm swimming in darkness
A sad December for me
I can't feel the joy
The warmth in the air
I'm...

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Time bracketed between

December first nineteen fifty nine and
December first two thousand twenty three
represents sixty six orbitz
one prized Earthling
named Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan
completed round the sun.

About half...

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Sometimes life is a Still Frame and I know others aren't as Broken As Me. I can Pretend My Pain Away but I can't Just...

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Angel of mercy please intercede

Weakest most lame specimen
among human breed
control of my life I willingly concede
wordless son of a gun fires off 
following capricious poetic...

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Sitting quietly on a rock, early to sunrise
feeling the sun's tongue lick its wick
gently against my face
to erase the dew from my brow
the season of...

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Just a poetic (souper) side note courtesy chief
wordsmith brother unaware ye experienced grief
diagnosed as walking pneumonia please bull lief
yours me, he doth care and breathes...

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We wave goodbye, one last time, emotion grand and high.
Feeling days ticking down, nary an eye is dry.
Dodge the door, it could attack, a right...

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Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan

December first 2020 equals
thee above named sibling
whereby she completed
LXIII earth orbits around the sun
therefore incumbent upon me
(cuz yours truly to wish happy birthday

at...

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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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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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December Twenty-Seventh 2016
(My journey began)
Written: by Miracle Man
                 ...

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One More Delivery

Please wait at the door. 
I told the man holding the package. 
He smiled, 
not unkindly, 
but as patiently as one might expect,...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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