Summer Good Night Poems

After the glistening stars have spoken,
Night has fallen, soft and quiet, with poise,
Reflecting all the hearts that have broken,
Shattered by the winds, such a ghastly...

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Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
 
 
A kiss that did...

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I always hear the sound of guitars strumming
harmonica music and cowboys humming
when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face

Whenever I look at a...

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...like the stirring wants of summer eves
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Zest oozes the delicate beauty of a bloom.  
Harvest love seeds from several heirlooms
Enjoy the harmonies of an ornate costume
Infusing every dazzling color with...

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     ~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~

All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!

With our hearts, as lanterns...

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A quiet place beneath garden's old oak.
I sit and listen to bird's peaceful call.
Behind are tall bushes, magical stroke--
a secret hide-away to watch nightfall.

Quail had...

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The night walks in the garden;
Those shadows play in the dark;
The moon winks eye in the sky;
Lightning bugs flourishing lit abdomens;
Summer mist humidity sparks;
Morning sunrise...

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But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity

I remember all...

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Pillowsoft

Down among the linens
Stealing between 
Downy feathers

Colored, crumpled, confused

     Pictures...
          Float....
 ...

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August in Athens is always confusing
I spent the evening looking at a white wall the moon had lit up,
waiting for the movie to start.
Staggered into...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give...

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Suppose that I laze upon a swimming pool:
I am hooked around a donut ring, living the good life:
People drink juice with me,  never wilting...

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Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;

Do suggest a plethora,...

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Mixed berry mist
We sit around in your garage
Folding chairs and headlights
Ive never felt less lost

The room starts to twist
you kneel between my knees
There is something...

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