Friendship Good Morning Poems

The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale.
In a sleepy French town.
It opens at ten,
And closes at one,
Till three.
Then on till seven in the evening.
Madame opens...

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*** Poet’s Greetings ***

(Written for Victor Buhaglar)

Does the Malta shore pause its gurgling rush
Of roll-over waves to hush
In appreciation of your hand brushing its ending,...

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Reading my coffee o’er a cup of poetry
                 ...

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6x6

6 x 6 on my way 
to 6 feet down... 

I live in a tent on the sidewalk, 
near main and 7th. 
Just down the...

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Flames

Love is full of moments, 
that are truly intense. 
They have passion, 
and fervor
to be kept, 
for later... 
when the fires dim, 
or even go...

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While You Sleep

The morning is still gray, 
it is just before the dawn. 
I stare out the kitchen window, 
looking for a lost song. 

I...

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My soul is chiming
break free destiny, 
Breathe golden dust,
I fell among stars
Covered in moondust,
Golden Moon here,
Mother Earth, there,
Blue Moon nights sing rhymes
One thousand suns- 
Explode...

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It was a good morning until I awoke.                 ...

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It was a good morning until I found out the truth,
That my dear husband was a two-timing fool.
He was already married to a lady named...

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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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Well up at 3 this morning couldn’t shut the eyes anymore. 
Finally hit the road before 6. 
Took a drive 
up not knowing where to go   
Mind...

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She woke with the joy of her yesterday smile,
her eyes opened up to the day
The morning sun rose in its wonderful style,
bright apricot beams on...

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Written at 5 am, 
 
Well, 5 am we meet again,

Why must you wake me from my slumber that only began at ten,

I must insist...

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With each new day 

~

The night is silent
as evening drapes her cloth
above all that is seen
and shadows sit wondering…
what shapes will find them

Thoughts invade these...

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The thought my words might slip in
in the morning, along with coffee 
and the sun, warms me.

There is no way to know, of course,
if you...

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