Long Annum Poems

(A raven’s shadow falls across the page. A quill scratches furiously, punctuated by heavy sighs.)

December… a month draped in the funereal crepe of the dying year.
Darkness descends with a swift, predatory grace, the sun a...

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Should we invite the neighbors over for dinner?
Their politics so different from ours.
All the more reason. Combat anomie!
He's worried the town's losing population
but opposes immigration. I like immigrants
but hate passing people on my morning walk.

The...

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SHATTERED REFLECTIONS
In the streets we met
In the dimly lit night
They say,” Don’t underestimate fate”,
We finally got a chance to meet,
There seemed to be a barrier on the paths we were supposed to cross,
Our eyes met...

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Already the month
     of August 2018,
     May never become 
     a je June'm
     (Forget-me-not)
     time...

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Space Sonnets

Sonnet 5
    Time Machine
I ever wonder of this machine
If it be invented with sheen
If done who will own Gosh
Keeping it plush and posh
Will it take to systems afar
Is its door locked...

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Blind Jake graduated from school, university bound his he
Blind Jake has come so far, without the ability, pleasure or who knows in his head, maybe even a god given gift not to see, the horrors...

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Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled
Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually
Chicks covered with maternal quills
Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of prey
Just as the Catfishes praise their water source for its...

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Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing...

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I ride a journey to the starry lights 
of the lonely streets of my heart.
Where sadness rules the tears 
of my weary eyes and mind.
Desert sands makes it hard 
to breath easily and feel the...

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TIME MACHINE

The Clock has been set for 1955,
For a journey into my history book,
Time Machine fired up and primed,
So, lets travel back, take a closer look.

Step outside into a strange new world,
Outside the house where...

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scary Mathematics 

you know what,
if this period= math,
then my mood = rot,
ok fine,
my percentage to pass = 0.769,
it is like the value of me = math's dinner,
it will have me so finely dined,
cooked with oil...

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The community cemetery adjoined
the rear fence-line of his property.
Broad, rolling green acres landscaped
with varieties of shrubbery and trees.
Monuments in lines, rows, and diagonal patterns. 
Most of them simple, monolithic.
Carvings, etchings, and brief epitaphs 
carved in...

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WHAT  A  PLEASURE IS  THIS ONE ?

It was a dull an evening Sunday
Nothing except HCL,was in my stomach
Asked my daughter to prepare some snacks
Until now here,she cooked nothing for me...

I am crossing...

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The bugler's piercing call sounds "Reveille" at the break of dawn.
Young horse soldiers rise, rub their eyes and stifle a gaping yawn.
The brawny Irish Sergeant bellows, "Up and at 'em lads!
You belong to me and...

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Daddy’s Christ’s Mass

Come and celebrate with me!
I will tipple a drink in my kitchen with thee,
Where I have made egg nog for this annum,
Nutmeg and meringue floating in a sea-sized cut-glass bowl.

Others are on horses...

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On this day the yellow flowers bloom

The sun still shines after a million years

Our eyes are sparkling and not shedding tears

The world is so bright; there’s no place for gloom

One may ask me why these...

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I attended three sermons in a row 
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.

Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.

Sermon, 
On...

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21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery...

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21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery...

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Every November it happens.
I see diaries on display.
The lightbulb moment, I'm inspired!
I must keep a journal every day.

Every January starts off well.
In keeping a promise to myself,
I faithfully pen the goings on each day.
It's apparently...

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Update on Alternative to radiation and chemotherapy:

Way back in 2013, Anthony Hudson - no doctor but a scientist and musician - experimented with sound-therapy of a different order.

His results in busting up plasma cells and...

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Sun sets in medallion and tangerine,
           clouds embrace eventide as it ascends.
God’s perpetual annum sets the scene,
     this perfect image of...

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Yearning for earnings

An annum for my God may be hundred years of His day
My plans included His will, to guide all the steps of my way
But neither “Yet” nor “already been” was granted; I cry
Still...

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An aria of dawn breaks, I’m at ease,
           above the sapphirine skies sunbeams glow.
Morn rises in the east as night does cease,
   ...

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