Son February Poems

Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023

Above title attests 
how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure...

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aforementioned author born 
February 7, 1812
the long deceased (centuries) storied author
I toot and trumpet virtual horn
accompanying pet rooster 
first thing in the morn.

Greetings mutual friend,
hard...

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Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvi highlight of February 13th, 2022

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
insync as a veritable clogged drain oh:
flush with adventure...

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Good news came my way today February 21, 2021 courtesy late father

Papa - purportedly named
after paternal grandmother
Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name
Basia Brana (or Brandla),
she took...

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Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th, 2021

Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf
flush with adventure overflowing excitement.

Apt aforementioned accurate personal description
culmination...

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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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On an eve in February,
As I placed my gears I peruse
What words I have lying around,
What comes to me so heavily
Is the memory of my...

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Morality and self-fulfillment
attainable without belief in God
similarly yours truly
would figuratively crane
his credulity to ascertain Ichabod
mentioned in first Book of Samuel
as purported son of Phinehas,

I reject...

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The windy days of March come and go,
Memories of marriage and children.

Birthdays for the month of March,
Celebrations with balloons, cake and presents.

Happy Birthday to a...

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A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight

exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by...

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2019 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America

Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually...

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I can remember a February 
away back in nineteen seventy-four
'Twas a first meeting of my family
and my intended whom I'd spoken for.

Two hour ride to...

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The Escape 
 
A man coming home from work saw a shadow like a figure leaning against 
an olive tree it was Death, polishing his...

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I hate, I hate
My son is eight,
He shut the door
When he was four

He lost the key
How can that be?
He could be free
But what fun would...

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Where's my baby?
Bring my baby!
She knew something was wrong
Who did she think she was
To risk having a child at forty-six?
The new love demanded it though
And...

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