Long Allergens Poems

If you want to keep 
             your expanding 
              ...

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Someone smells like smoke.  I can barely stand to sit here.
Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near.
A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear.
I jump up, because her smell is...

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I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining.
Rain does not usually kill people, I replied.
But lightning can, and thunder is scary.
Lightning has never hit me, I replied.
It will probably get me, he...

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I was sitting outside in the garden,
and stroking me cat on the back,
when I must have brushed on a flower,
which angered a wild bee to attack.

Accidentally I made the mistake;
a mistake that brought me to...

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I find myself starting a sentence here
The growth of a seemingly logic idea
Photosynthesizes in my mind
It starts to disappear
When the sky begins to shift
And across the river I drift
I end up over there
Where “the grass...

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"Within the Contained Behemoth"

we think we travel
strange universes

in our planetary
reconnaissance devices, 
transporting initial 
contact communication 
for exporting 
potential new lives
for resettlement,

perhaps we are the
internal world 
of God,

we are 
the good 
and the bad 
of an...

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ALLERGIES

I’m tired of these rains of salty tears
Caused by allergens in my atmosphere.
Since allergies last the entire year,
Why they’re called “seasonal” isn’t clear.

The stinging spores are always near,
Welling and swelling and telling, 
I fear, of...

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The Business of Autumn 
David J Walker

1.	The season of dry clouds and Canada Geese
        Arrived over the weekend

2.	The weatherman says the freeze was 
    ...

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On the frigid wings of the northern breeze 
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away, 
clears the mist from shining sky out of freeze, 
song of birds brings life in ambiance grey. 

On silken leaves’...

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Dead dried leaves,
and i bleed for reasons unknown,
I'm the last breath your life receives.
No king will fill the high throne.
And once again my chromosomes make me gasp alone.
Only mortals seems to bleed..

Allergens leave me allergic...

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We sing your praises long before you’re due
and after you’ve departed—all year long!
You bring green grass and flowers into view—
plus bugs, torrential rains, and winds so strong.

You come with warmth to woo the Earth to...

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Her brilliant red veins can blind you
The shimmer of her leaves is deadly
Her allergens will find you
Thoughts of her vines weigh heavy
Ur mind will find no cure for her poison
Itching at ur desire
Memories burning with...

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Dust floats on air as if it belongs there,
and it accumulates on everything.
Dead skin, spores, and mites afloat in midair
will adhere to pretty much anything,
sullying surfaces to which they cling.
Dust bunnies gather, morphing into balls...

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