Imagination January Poems

I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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Donald Trump must be permanently lambasted...
and ewe know what else...
furloughed & barred from Whitehouse

Ducks of former self proclaimed Grand Poobah
getting lined up and goosed as...

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I was reading by a lamp,                                       ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Resolutions each January I feel I must do.                 ...

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On beginning to compose a new poem...

Assaying thoughts gambol,
scuffling as in an affray
née crushing, jockeying, stampeding...
demanding equal airplay
gushing as metaphorical think
spigot turned on full force...

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Moving joy
Turmoil of wing's of dove
Jumping in life side walks
Dancing in Streets 
No colours beauty vanishing slowly
Darkness of society snatching imagination
Beauty of love blooms
Magically everything...

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January blue

I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay

I...

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The job is to lit in night,

From Sun,leased out the light,

Edison is the master,

Taught Lincoln,not history but how to become a history?

A philanthropist,

Giving all light...

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Hair gets lighter,
Skin gets darker,
Water gets warmer,
Drinks get colder, 
Music gets louder,
Nights get longer,
Life gets better!...

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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the...

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The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to...

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How could you distinguish between a tear of joy and sorrow~~

blank page of a diary with dry teardrops asked me this question,

the answer was not...

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We were in a car,
you and me
and her,
crunched uncomfortably together,
three people tied
by passionate
veins of aching blood.
And my knees curled at my chest
in the middle of...

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Whistling wind, through January trees,
as the night brings out, those terrifying beast.
Tip toeing softly, across hardwood floors,
strange are the sounds outside my door.
Lights now flicker,...

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