Seasons Humor Poems

Wintertime is cold, but nice -
Water turns itself to ice.

Springtime gets a little hotter -
Ice turns itself back into water.

Summer’s still hotter by degrees -
You...

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If I get to heaven
will I need a pair of shoes,
a pillow or pajamas
in case I need to snooze.

Do they feed you, I get hungry
perhaps...

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Saint Tropez is a summer town.
Smaller than it ought to be, really.
Like when you realize the French quarter,
in New Orleans, is just three blocks wide...

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Winter is very cold 
the wind is bold 
snowman made the centerfold 
brown snow is old. 

 

Spring is in the air 
flowers now blooming...

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He bought it at an estate sale, it had never been used
placed it upon the mantle to himself it did amuse
When company came over he...

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I’m a tightrope walker, strung between 
the hedonistic abyss of winter break and 
the unforgiving canyon of organic chemistry.

The stack of spring syllabuses are a...

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Quote By Poet "When winter goes to sleep, spring awakens." 

There is winter magic in the cool air, 
right now nature is very bare. 
It...

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In numerology twelve has special meanings - they’re twelve days of Christmas, twelve months in a year, and Taylor Swift’s had twelve number-one albums. All...

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There once was a man with a head
Like a pumpkin it was, and called Fred
How they laughed in the Spring
At the pumpkin head thing
Oh the...

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Don’t know that I have
a favorite season 

I mean, Spring is quite
nice, if you don’t mind
sneezin’

Summer, warmly teasing!
Till sunburn besets the host,
unarguably not pleasing

Winter skiing,...

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Within soil's silent phrases
love would love to find flesh
hearing what Earth repeated
timelessly amused again
with pregnant pauses

You know how touching feels
yet can't articulate sacred Mother's mantra
resonating...

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No one speaks of Rapture
anymore

What could one say
short of singing
and dancing
graceful tandem play?

Even evangelists
seem less sure
Rapture is a grace-filled promise
of reward for virtue
and not merely...

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Deep sleep 
seems to be a figment 
of my ruminating imagination

Just as my sex life
seems to be a fading figment
of my dark penetrative 
and glad...

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Tao of the CosmicCrack
crotched between
Great White Father's 
monotheistic Pole
and silently suppressed
polycultural BlackHole

Now ecocidally remembering
what EarthGoddess has brought together
no privileged StraightWhiteMale
could healthily
or safely part

Like baptismal waters
of...

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When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his...

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