Long Changeover Poems

KING CYRUS THE GREAT

So; here comes the story of that King Cyrus the Great 
Whose history for some of us is still well up for debate

But; it’s such a darn good story, it well deserves...

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March Winds

Stooping their backs while grasping their hats,
The gentleman and lady friend push back
The wind, attempting to gain progression
On the sidewalk to their destination.

One leg ahead, followed by the other
Stepping forward in an aggressive manner,
They...

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On June 25, 2025, a 33-year-old far-left democratic socialist Zohran Mamdani, a Muslim, won the Democratic primary for New York City mayor. Mr. Mamdani is a “globalize the intifada” and “tax the rich” guy, known...

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Inevitably, soon it would be upon us.
Its arrival was imminent.

As I assessed the situation,
preparing for its appearance,
I simultaneously continued to spew inane words from my mouth,
and feigned interest in the inane words being spewed from...

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Like A Phoenix I Rise
By lady Arabella 
 
Like a Phoenix in the ashes I rise above
With a heart full of kindness and love
Reborn from the pieces left  broken
From the words that were  left unspoken
But like...

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The Last Red Rose of Autumn – First Portrait

The last red rose of Autumn signifies a
heartfelt farewell to all of us, as the coming
changeover to the icy-cold Winter season
begins to make its frigid presence known
all...

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my birdies, this morning,
singing sweetly a love song.
the tune in winsome soaring -
to this God’s creation I belong.

they fall autumnal silent.
t’was but a brief flight
to my mind. it was private.
my birdies out of sight.

t’was but...

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Surrendering to cool hues of amber days.
Elegant harmonize blaze outerwear lays.
Phrases undescribable arrays to praise.
Trees sashay into the rhythm breath of calming
Effusion of gold blooms fields flavorful breeze.
Morning glories and lilies requited love,
Birth of sapphire...

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The
imagined force is recast and concentrated into an inorganic
material.

Intentional,
possessing the owner's future with satisfying
charisma.

The
talisman, as some are known to be, is the resulting
changeover.

Better
days lay ahead of the object holders, who will be the subject of...

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If I were an igloos I would be different than the others, 
more flamboyant.
Painted in rainbow colors, 
I would play hip hop music, and I would wear 
a colorful, feathered boa, sprinkled with glitter.
There would...

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Hating isn't for whole of my life,
Yet in here, I have to create a strife.
We shall wait till the poem, I finish
Then I'll embrace thee going swinish.

Grant me now, I'll pretend, 
My hatred will blow...

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There’s rainsong on Sunday morn.
The herald of Springtime reciting.
A chorus of wings in the changeover.
Unrelenting litany of praise from fowl.

Nature, humble and knowing, cheeps
loud and not silent, healing with peace.
Chirping, stirring, Winter to be released.

Forget...

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