Seasons Fate Poems

It was a sad day in May
When you went away
Sadder in June
When you came home too soon.
To find April
In the shower.
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I knowest there'd be rime aplenty,
forthwith I see frozed sea of many
unlearned sorts who'd unread apiece
of Dante's acclaimed centerpiece
for had they'd all, with certainty ......

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Traditional Solitaire potential combinations...

that clenched another win today
February 20th, 2024 
(eight hundred and ninety yesterdays ago 
since June 13th, 2021)
original crafting date of following poem,
when...

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Death Of A Snowflake

Irony is not lost on the dying.
As falling snowflakes no two are the same.
Endless monuments to god’s creation.
They are born in winter...

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There is nothing pleasant in it
At halfway to winter's cold bit;
Summer's going I'm still mourning,
Oh Lord You gave me no warning!

October sure gave me a...

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Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves,
morning dew settles glistening sleeves —
a covering to compliment the green,

a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering 
mist hanging, hushing everything,...

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In 1890, cowboy Bob Womack found gold at the base of lofty Pikes Peak!
In short order a ramshackle town was founded called Cripple Creek.
Hordes of...

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I had a lovely little doll got at the tender age of seven.
It was made of fine plastic, with twinkling eyes and golden hair.
At a...

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“Time is a reckless horse galloping away, but those who can tame it can ride on it and reach destinations desirable” By Poet

 
Time, the...

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Clinging to the angry gnashing teeth of gods,
Cursing the thousand misfortunes there endured
Yet in mortal terror of letting go,
We suffer.

A dying multitude,
We listen to drizzling...

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Dimly breaks   the sun
light fights    the hooded gray
   spiders die    birds escape
   conquered...

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“the fate of winter moths”
sitting on the  stoop, concrete sodden with
the chill of late winter. the air
acquires a coolness like your first breath
after confessional....

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Poetry Soup

Here in this soup 
We have many ingredients
And we need them all
It's the unknown blend of spice
That fills the soul with comfort
Many voices that...

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One's  infinite and unwavering  appreciativeness and
acknowledgements  of One's  gratitude  is miniscule  and 
Colossal of bits and pieces  are...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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