Long Crosswords Poems

There will be times
A brilliant sunset
when I will
A microphone 
see something,
The scent of lilacs
smell something,
A roaring fireplace
hear something, 
A starry sky 
taste something,
A full moon 
touch something...
A big snowstorm
reminders of you...
A walk at the seashore...

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their park, their bench
was serenely quiet
leaves playfully danced
as pigeons quickly took flight.

he caressed the colourful scarf
she had knitted with love and care
he wept tears of remembrance; 
her smile, her joy, the scent of her hair.

a...

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Quirks and eccentricities (I’ll show you mine if you show me yours)

I have my favorite fork and spoon
Also gotta drink from my favorite glass
Never fasten top button or tuck shirt in
Guess that shows a definite...

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Middle child of seven siblings and has had a troubled childhood
It has made me a stronger person, just not easily understood
Had a baby at seventeen and had to grow up in a flash
Now tends to...

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I'm only 17, balancing my love,
and brightening my future...
17 the age where the life's so easy,
but still it has the turbulence.
Friends leave and the new comers
are expected to be frank...
The nights always seem more peaceful,
than...

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                   Sunrise aglow, she plucks a flower from his garden,
       ...

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I’ve mentioned how I love celebrating those big moments in our life…
weddings, Christmases, birthdays…you know the ones I mean…
but how I also love the everyday moments of wonder and beauty…
you know…those moments in between.

It stormed...

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They loved to work on puzzles…puzzles of every kind
anything they could do to help improve their minds.

He would sit beside her as they completed crosswords
(always the left side he would choose)
He would help her with...

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I love celebrating the big moments in our life while we’re alive on planet Earth….
birthdays…weddings…family reunions…holidays and births.

These big moment are special to us…we know exactly what they mean…
but there’s also a place within my...

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After the betrayal
The veggies are being chopped whole day now by me
Lady fingers, carrots, cabbages, cauliflowers and chili.
The mocking eyes of each one make me thoughtful once again
Turning back, seeing them I feel myself bare,...

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lately i tend to get lost within myself.
my mind has become a maze,
and i was never good at mazes.
i would start from the end
drawing through lines to get to the start
because it was frustrating to...

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Ah!, the morning coffee, crosswords puzzle and a pretty face in the background;
That's my day starting with brain and belly when your guts say, Ping! then you can do anything.
 
And the morning mist lights...

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I love puzzles…puzzles of any kind…jigsaws, crosswords, writing poems…any puzzle that stimulates my mind.

In a puzzle I can see the big picture as I search for the right piece…the right word…the right rhyme…while realizing the...

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I'll be quiet as I'm leaving
I'll get you a latte
Don't ask me why, there's a big surprise 
Awaiting you today
I'll be back by 7
Be ready at the door
Bring a little bag with you
Some basics, not...

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One day let's just sit together
Both our legs in the other's entwined
We'll read each other short stories
And prose from the great poets of time
I
Then let's watch some old movies
Your choice for what is in store
Can...

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MY   PARENT


My mother, a good woman,  hard worker,
She-bear in defence of her child -
Once went to school to confront teacher 
Who’d  left marks on my neck from a beating,  
Promised...

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I still roll over in bed at night expecting to hear her snoring.
I still awake before sunrise and to no one whisper, “Good morning”.
I still get dressed in the dark, so the light will not...

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I will beat you black and blue 
and even add in purple too, 
I’d rather not be hurting you, 
have a chat and lager drink 
exchanging thoughts that we think 
end the night with breath...

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S--t Happens!

Does sharing s--t with others make one's poems poetry: 
Blank verse or rhyme with meter win if metaphors disguise
The fact that truth is absent: is there love in bigotry, 
A plethora of nuance monkey...

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Iron grips of discipline is strained.
Heats of the moment is sparsely contained.
Powers are overlooked in childish innocence.
Tolerance is not for mockery from aberrance.
Simmering hope and openness of freedom.
Alas, who can stop these steps to martyrdom....
Hearts...

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Those early days of passion when we went at it like rabbits
 now long since have been replaced by crochet, crosswords and such habits.
A sudden wave of passion and straight up the stairs we tramp,
only...

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he reminded me of a tree
feet rooted in the soil
his gaze surveying distant hills
that strained towards the sky

she lived inside the house
inside her head
travelled instead in a chariot
made from dreams

sometimes he brought her gifts 
a...

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watching semi-nightly from the banister above,
I'd catch the old man sitting,
rustling his newspapers and drinking cups of joe,
sipped on black and steaming hot,
with eyes of deer, determined and disinterested.
without as much a hint to a...

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Christmas Eve;
mired in her melancholy,
wrapped in present reveries
that she alone may open,
though there'll be no new surprises,
only loss, and somber songs 
to accompany the pictures of her son;
(forsaken by the light she's not quite 
ready...

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Christmas Eve;
mired in her melancholy,
wrapped in present reveries
that she alone may open,
though there'll be no new surprises,
only loss, and somber songs 
to accompany the pictures of her son;
(forsaken by the light she's not quite 
ready...

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