Hereon Poems - Poems about Hereon

...Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/ Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/ Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/ His eyes mold maddening v......

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...If you pop off like so Duh you’ll get carbonated by the greater leader/ Who’s lewd and balks will infuse and let loose the Dr. pepper/ True shrewd walks through new hues shake up and fizz out/ Who......

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...Time again to make seal of our love... goodness knows, so long over-due – Needing really to plant ours firmly to define, Something just right for us two ~ of fondness both old and new: the year......

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...LAST DANCE Now at end of journey, standing on verge detaching myself from emotive urge. Hereon death-point, life going to converge. ......

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...As death mimics love itself and clutch a throbbing heart, kindling consolation to savor flight, farther and farther beyond the inner yelps released as vibrating soar easi......

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...Alligator alley always answers Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles Creatively and curiously cavorting Deliberately denying and distorting Elusive energy and enthusiasm From freakish forwarding ......

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...We all are passer byes... Traveling eternity skies In heaven then born in sin; Placed on this earth to be born again Why must we try to be good Why oh, why must we die hereon this world 1/8/1......

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...She eats aplenty, plays, and sleep My cat does nothing more, hereon Dozes well, adept at count'ng sheep Wakes to stretch, mouth a gaping yawn She stands up, bends, and turns a some Lays back......

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...The Fragrance from your flute Wafting in the air The powder of morning in your hair And the Robins in their throat In your smile clouds float Red and pink layer Golden alphabets stare The ......

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...If I may, to my fellow would-be poets, Hereon pose an imperative query (Yet mostly destitute of the greatest urgency), Then I who, in the gross majority of my inditings hereon, Am of quite a Sha......

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...Upon this fairly scribal yet oversize, Very squarish or rectangular tablet, Do I scribble and scrawl these very words, And those of the completeness of at least a brace, A twain, a pair of po......

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...A silly superstition enwraps and grips me, It holds me and will not loosen its vile, crushing deathgrip: It is a numerical one, this foolish superstition to which I have my subscription, For thi......

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...A canticle I think I'll be, A rimed thought, hoary and ancient, Stinking as the dust heaped up empyreal on the hills of The Judean sands; And as dulled and dimmed as an archaic coin tarnish'd.......

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...The best lines always evade me; I can never say what must be said to you, to her, to them... to myself. Mortality whispers in my ear. Mortality dances about my seer Allows it. Justly, for......

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...Creative writing is for those who like to make us ponder, their meanings can be hidden, cause our feeble minds to wonder, esoteric pieces puzzle, leave us with uneasy feelings, better that we ......

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