Summer Iambic Pentameter Poems

For all this time, I couldn't call it - rape.
I couldn't use that word, and make it real.
Like plowing a field before it's harvest,
or pruning...

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Pendulum clock grandfather caramel pear 
    Pacified cogs set time tamper potential 
    Tranquil hands erase a thousand arousals...

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The night before the longest day a man
Went walking on the chalk path on the hill
Collecting stars. He had a little pan
To sift them as...

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"Years come and go so fast- from start to end
               ...

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Oh, how I love a peaceful summer day
when trees are still, and fields of grass stand tall.
In tranquil air, the bird songs drift away-
in tunes...

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7/25/21. Hope Cycle

Grief, like Love, is a seasonal thing.
It comes and seems to last forever,
Driving its tentacles deeper
Than it seems possible to penetrate;
Forcing the oozing...

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There's nothing we can do, the doctor said!
     It was December, nineteen-seventy.
At once, those words exploded in my head
  ...

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Hello September


By end of August, leaves curl on the trees;
   the hues of brown and yellow catch our eye.
The deepened shades of green...

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Really? Iambic Pentameter.

    Oh well, this is where you really put your foot in it.  No! Not your mouth!
Not the hokey...

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They met aboard a cruise one summer day;
     their days and nights were filled with ecstasies.
     ...

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Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap...

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The wonder of your smile is always there,
   just like you gave me on that special day,
      when...

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ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things...

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ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things...

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SARAJEVO SNACK
Speak softly to the tune, it plays out in the night,
and never think that Sarajevo hasn't named the song.
Division is the rule, and ...

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