Long Crispness Poems

(continued from A Year Of Months (January-June)
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A Year Of Months (July-December)

8. July

July now follows summer's song of June;
with sun ablaze, her days are humid, warm.
Great time to languish in the afternoon,
and later, watch an evening...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our...

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Mercy longs-for a companion-
peace faithful holds on keeps hoping, 
forgiveness sustains, love gently uplifting! 


Three hearts cry out one for the other;
their candles lit each swaying together
as they flicker-the-door, opens wide -...

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""Papa" "What about Spring ... ? 



"I don't know Son?"


Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox he knows about it ... .


Kinder yes I think much...

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I arose to the sun beating on my face
Stretching out all the aches and pains
Rubbing out the old stale tears from all the yesterdays
Whipping the sweat of all the left over strength from my pale...

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Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so gentle they seem to speak silence into the spirit –...

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Friday morning, 3am, I'm awake because sleep eludes me. Mr. Sandman has gone out drinking with my friend Beryl, no doubt, and subsequently neglected his charge in sending me off to slumber. It's cold. The...

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Religion in the public square is becoming an endangered species. - Mathew Staver

the lavender moon, in silhouettes of blue
paint my thoughts in melodies,
hues of grace and gentle peace, silent flow 
tulips, roses, lilies blowing in...

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. - Martin Luther King, Jr.


Light, racing from the heavens to the earth
Blazing through shadows and...

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Everything was green and lush as I walked the hiking path,
little did I know that soon I would be hopelessly lost and
entangled by the forest with foliage impermeable.  I walked 
miles. Soon I was...

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In the night I’ve heard them whispering,
Echoing voices carried upon the breezes of the softened
Winds, the detached, disembodied begging for helps
Resolve.
Within the rustling leaves of fall, a crispness of winters
Chilling breathes stinging and biting, at...

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Each Season of Living 
By Michelle Morris 
29/09/2024

The wind picks up 
Changes to the season 
From Summer to Autumn
The raining of leaves 

Gold and orange
Yellow and red
Release what's unneeded 
Trees teach us this lesson 

The...

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We’ve come here from a distant place in search of untold treasures.
The beaches have left us stranded without a place of refuge.
We come here with only one intention, to fulfill our wildest pleasures.
The moon is...

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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 the right color paint
For.  But on good days after...

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Not far from my bustling town of Baiano, which welcomed anyone, 
there was a camp set up for gypsies,
not with dangerous tramps and thieves,
it looked like a concentration camp:
a territory restricted and feared
by the locals...

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It had been ninety three hankering hours 
since we had last spoken. 
A little rift had set our bond adrift. 
This pacing evening, I heard 
a sudden drop in my front door mailbox. 
Thinking it...

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Like brilliant waterfalls do, 
peregrinating down-cascading 
themselves about them in their 
glorious way upon the humble 
streams as they-go, joyful is 
the soul trammeled grateful 
the heart the mind hopeful - 

its greater desire for...

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THE BLOOD MOON

In the crimson illusions of the blood moon,
The creatures of the night howl and swoon,
As the cursed emerge from hallows of the cryptic
Shadow realm, for it is the devil’s night, of incantations
Mystic spells,...

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He was a wandering man that travelled many miles
staying a few days here and there, sometimes a week or two
then his feet would get that familiar itch and on he'd go
searching new horizons for his...

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Dazzling moon in tangerine
Glowing scarlet like warm desire
Azure skies caress the thoughts
While cobalt dreams and crimson
Trees flame to life with lavender

Lilac thrives through a buttery sun
Like lemons laughing through the dawn
Blushing burgundy and cherry smiles
On...

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 Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem 
to strangely dance.  
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she  can, 
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.  
Such contrast this...

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It was always the little things
that caught her eye — 
the carnation crispness of a hello on a tired suit lapel ... 
A gentle smile exchanged for shoddy service
given with a frown 
Yes, it was...

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The colors were talking.
They felt out of sorts.
None of them had
Good news to report.

Blue’s smile was missing
He was “feeling down.”
Brown felt like “dirt”
And was wearing a frown.

White looked quite pale
And was feeling bland.
Yellow was hiding...

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bursting with colour
fall's harmony delights
leaves playfully dance
darkness blankets the sky.

the crispness in the air
sharply pricks my cheeks
tears feel like icicles
stinging, unforgiving, cold.

the beach is deserted
long gone is the laughter
all i hear is the ocean
waves violent...

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You are the river running through 
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows 
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with...

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