Introspection February Poems

I hold his hand,
only my snowman,
will understand.

My heart is cold 
my hands are too,
frost bits my nose.

I've always been fond,
of the snowy winters,
and skating on...

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The grass is brown the trees are too,
the skies a darker shade of blue.

The clouds have lost their beautiful white,
the stars are lighting up 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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Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes

The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits...

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its a new day i've gotta make a million today

and either way they gon hate so never mind what they say

i look in the mirror...

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(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep...

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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the...

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