Snow Future Poems

Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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I saw you standing there with a strange look on your face. You did not utter a word around but your eyes and mouth ...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Dreams as vivid as the,
Pure driven snow.
Untouched,
Watching as it,
Falls perfectly and flawlessly.
A blanket of white snowflakes,
Lying on the ground motionless.
A lonely field of white,
On the...

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Written: September 29, 2023
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Walking through the corridors of my dream,
Down the boulevard of anguish, it seems,
Breathing in the knell of an unreadable sky,
Haunt Harbinger hypostatization,...

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Thoughts flew in quickly in sequence
Weighs more as metric tonnes of rod
The mind is stressed and overburdened
Literally more effective than the heart
We set our various...

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The clocks have moved forward. The Lyth Bank lanes
are primrose studded. Sparky celandines
wide open to the sun as winter wanes 
and lengthening days renew age-old...

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Do you ever wonder?
I wonder about so many things.
Will it rain today?
Will it snow tomorrow?
Will I forget someone’s birthday?
Will I like this library book?
Will the...

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"Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place" 

when darkness came
the remaining, 
those beautiful 
transingularity 
neo-automatons, 
imbued with dark matters 
running through the wired 
dendrites...

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Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in...

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On this foggy morning, a ground hog gave us warning,
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My God, my God, why have You forsaken me??    
Why are You so far from delivering me,?    
and from my roaring words of distress?
O my God, I...

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To your place, pass negative noon. 
As the moon drifts over the loss...
images of a different life swimming.
In the depths of the ones fevered past.
Catching...

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Future Tomorrows 
David J Walker

Gray is the color of Winters wind
January dressed for the occasion 
Singing songs in dissonant tones
Dark and sparse the evening

I know...

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October 1, 2021

My Vagabond Heart, wherever you are in place and time... 

This morning, upon waking, I heard the sounds of Autumn calling.
A North wind...

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