Long Aborning Poems

There was a yesterday,  pulling at my mind,
disclosing the expected mundane self
reacting,  not inclined to throw the clay
upon the wheel, to love without a cause,
to walk the forest path seen overgrown again
and yet...

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Great Spirit whispers on breathing breeze; 'It is time',
puce plume in saffron noon signals hunt's aborning,
ThunderBeasts' harrowing hooves erupt Great Plains grime,
soon will ail, widow's wail like a wild dove's mourning...

Ancient wisdom, ebony eyes, high...

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The snow started early in the morning.
Last night's darkness guaranteed a miserable day.
By night the land was covered with winter's décor adorning.

Huddled we by the fire as winter raged with scorning.
Last night's freezing air told...

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I could sit around and bemoan our country’s woes
Pessimistically wrestle with the problems we face,
Convince myself that all is lost, in our death throes
See only a lousy future for the whole human race,

I could spend...

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I think I won’t write any poems today
Let some ideas fester and come to term
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say.

Many of my thoughts make me squirm
Some ideas, temporarily lost, will return
Let some...

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Waking on this grey fall morning;
in the air there lies a warning;
rising angst as fears aborning; 
feeling late November’s chill.
Darkened clouds obscure the daybreak, 
as I nurse this aging headache;
warmer days are but a keepsake
gone...

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DOOMSDAY
By: rontwigger
The dark evening sky rages with you, black riddles,
Crafted in the villain name of so much politics.
And all of a sudden all the senses are in awe,
Waiting for the morning that would start anew.
With...

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Amidst the cool breeze of the dawn, the hope is on aborning.
For every tear down the face of the sky,
There is a rainbow smiling.
For every sinister's shadow, the silent sentinel is on watch.
Ready to spoil...

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Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew 
gardens full of summer love, sweet romance  
here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new 
like the morning sun when it starts to dance 

Aborning sunlight cortef...

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From the painted skies of morning
To the starlight of the night,
Whether day is just aborning
Or in fading of the light,
In the summer days of sunshine
Or in winter days of white,
God is bursting out all over,
His...

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Falling leaves dry fast,
Amidst the fortunes and fumes of life. 
Cascading splash runs aghast,
Before the trashes in strife.

Dirty Ps seem to multiply.
In P D, they hide and fly
Unmindful of the story they make, 
Even if...

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Waiting For Her Birthday Card
by Rick Rucker

This is really hard,
Waiting for her birthday card.

It won't come, of course,
Unless delivered by a Flying Horse!

She mounted the hearse for her Final Trip,
The driver was anxious, he used...

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Colorful are the skies

 lost in their dyes,

Cold are the stones 

displaying their tones…

Captive their surrender 

of hearts in their tender,

Aromas in distribution 

solitudes of seclusion…

Nights in their mourning

 frosts are aborning,

Stranded in their storms

...

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