Lonely December Poems

It was one day in December,
another day in the calendar,
but for him, a different one.
That day his life took a turn,
fed up with his misery,
wandering...

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Giving gifts ~ required boxes are filled ...

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The winter solstice time is no longer celebrated as it once was, with the understanding that this is a period of descent and rest, of...

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Mascara smudged – through the tears
I see the rumbling truth being preached
By silent prayers, gentling peace…

Doubting the whispers of yesterday’s dream,
I fall to my knees,...

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The pink polka-dot nightgown,                     ...

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I sit here as the sun sets
On my porch nostalgic
Thinking of the not so old days
But my darling is no more
No one to hold my...

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Cold & Windy
David J Walker

They said it on the radio 
this morning
at 7:30

A cold dry wind 
coming in from
the North-Northwest

If I were to invest 
Myself...

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In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here, 
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory, 
It's not fully...

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walking down a one-way path 
straight with the moon over one shoulder 
following the tracks 
as they lead into the horizon 
following the faded imagery...

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Many years ago this very day
An angel celebrated her birth
She had come to see me once in a dream
But I knew not her existence on...

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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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The Christmas Slave

I ponder these days as a lonely man wondering, why live?
 My slaves adore me, but they still fear me, oh why, dear...

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S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare...

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It's delicious springtime,
And yet you cloud my thoughts.
I despise the way that nature restores itself:
Flowers after they have been plucked from soil,
Leaves after they have...

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