January Imagism Poems

Delicately formed snowflakes flutter
down from heaven like diamond lace-
gently brushing her lips
and the frost melts and drips
across a heart- formed mouth,
the scent of her skin...

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I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans,
      it squeaks and creaks in the still night,
  ...

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this just one example of many peoples
   UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
   from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two...

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HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE . . . . 




The shivering grey of gloomy December’s
Sky is  banished by the frost of January ...

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last Autumn colours -
lost in winter snow.

twin vapour trails
on sky November blue,
Canada geese in formation-
head south.

November sombre,December dark,
January,February cold and stark
Rain filled days of slush...

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THE  YEARLY  DOZEN

The slow worry of bright empty January,
Lies here under snow-ridden
Cold-fingered February on a frozen levee,
Endures embattled days with
March’s gales around the...

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I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans,
      it squeaks and creaks in the still night,
  ...

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Miss First January canoed from the clouds
And anchored right beside Mr. Midnight
Red flower on the right, a book on the left
Traveling bag strapped on her...

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She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a...

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SIGNS OF THE TIMES

Wow, this is cool.
Spectacular and groovy
So real to my intellect that I feel that I am a noetic ambiance.
Surreal and extroverted
I am...

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Within the imagination lives a breath of fresh air.
A city full of people sharing and caring.
A man with a limp walks with his cane telling...

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Air breaks 
off in pieces 
and slips
to the ground.

Breath comes
and goes
ruluctantly
like glaciers.

In a window
as big as
they sky,
a burst of yellow

stands tall 
on someone's sill.
Fingers of...

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Written by Gail DeBole on January 5, 2013
Updated on April 7, 2017

With you on the Ground…

And I floating…

Every once in a while

A breeze lifts me

The...

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MERCILESS   CITY

Grimy city blocks worn and cold are lost
In rusted steel and roots of permafrost. 
Faintly emerging from the gloom hazily misted,
The crane’s...

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MORNING  MEMORY


When the cold morning air strikes my face
Through the open window  I think of Edinburgh  
Always cold  fresh  bracing...

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Heavy asleep tucked in the woods so deep in a cabin all alone, a crackling fire and all is 
warm. Through the thickness a light...

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nine o' clock,on a sky deep azure blue

the night watchman nods a morning adieu...

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