October Iambic Pentameter Poems

It is September and I am still tired
    still yearning for change that I know won’t come
    still searching...

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My heart throbs fast while panic does linger on

beholding child who frees himself from wheelchair

there soaring high toward triumph against pain

devoid of spasm midst sweet...

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A friend of ours just passed away this year-
     a special man within our senior set.
His daughter prayed to God that...

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On Halloween- so many years ago,
our grandkids had a pet named Georgie cat;
   a sweet Tuxedo cat for sure, although-
could offer soothing purrs...

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(English Sonnet)

Somber as death doth pace about her room
The sadness cloaks with black the loud silence
Gone souls she’s loved wait there at her cold tomb
The...

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Ordained special event at birth takes place
The soul divine enters the life nascent
Track at journey’s edge death waits to efface
Time of living the two ends...

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Autumn Fire

The flame of fall’s ablaze in Maple trees.
Their dying ardor loudly do we see.
Hues of red, gold and saffron fill the eye,
contrasting with the...

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The Wall


A near three thousand names called out that day;
   now fifteen years, they've solemnized the date
so labeled Nine-Eleven, to now stay
 ...

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Autumn Love

I find autumn’s approach tinges the air:
Season to season, days faithfully flow,
My mirror, of late, reflecting gray hair
And my wife’s merry cheeks losing some...

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Under the twilit moon she sat and thought,
why on earth her mother and dad fought.
Wishing she never heard the angry words,
through the pain she knew...

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With less tomorrows than I've yesterdays
In looking back I have but one regret
Before that last tomorrow fades away
I wish that I could pay an unpaid...

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I hear the heavy breathing through my trees
And Acorns angering the rooftop slate
Whilst winds invade the Caribbean seas
The hurricane metes out the islands’ fate

The sunlight...

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Words drowned in tears is where my pen will fall,
I tend to dwell in wistful sides of life;
the dead, the lost, the gone, pale ghost...

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I had and lost a love so sweet, so fair
It came about by chance so quick and rare
There was no time to think of wrong...

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As autumn's breeze prepares for fall's return,
tho still some summer warmth may overflow, 
the shortening of days signals the turn
to think about that season's golden...

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