Autumn July Poems

A former lyric to celebrate some bode
A lyric to praise someone who is a goad
A lyric in praise of the West Wind - an abode
Of...

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July
July saw the end of school, the kids were winding down,
We spent our holidays abroad, plenty of drinks gratis I did down.
We had some time...

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Spring sashay this way 

Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site 
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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It's been unbearably hot here
With the warm breath of late July,
While the sky remains blue and clear.

Th time fades away with a sigh,
As August arrives...

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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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Best For Last

We bare our souls capriciously exposed,
O'er a chronology gift long ago,
Humbly traipse fortuitous hearts composed,
Traverse fragmented biannual flow.

Oblique drifts of periodical moons,
Guide our...

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there will be no complexion of autumn
to reflect upon these trees in month's to come
just the small shimmer of gold
from the temperate heat of a...

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When spring comes to an end it's time for summer to begin.
June, July and August are the months that are the hottest.
Shinning like a diamond...

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fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during...

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I'm thankful, for the dew resting on the mountain tops and the deep rivers of the valleys.

I'm thankful, for you putting the trees in place...

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As I’m pushed away by summer’s breeze
Flakes of white fall upon my brow
I wish for the earth beneath to freeze
To shield me from how days...

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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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When the clock ticks towards the end of July,
I begin spending all too-hot summer days painting the blue-jay,
A rare and almost-majestic mini, hard to find...

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Popsicle-stained shirts
Romance soon to fade
Draw in the dirt, sip
iced tea in the shade.
Summer leaves its' mark.

Kiss me so slow
Under this sun
Promise it's not
Just fleeting fun

We...

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