Long Forenoon Poems

I was going to be late to work again, as it was one of those days,
When one small mishap after another, made for way too many delays.

Lateness had become a genuine problem, to a person...

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I awakened to butterscotch sunshine, pouring through my window;
And I lay there for some moments, feeling the balmy wind blow.

I would have basked in it longer, save for a job that I enjoyed;
And being late...

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The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours from time...

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Who killed the president?
It was a fine forenoon when the pilot left the ship in Wilhelmshaven
in Curacao, bound for Maracaibo, Venezuela 
the sea was like a mirror at ease being back on the ocean
Then came...

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As the beams in departure
darkness, they crawl slowly
taking charge and ready to rule
that surrounded shell above all
slouching in their aging gray
fresh again after sloughing its light
as plants in shift of their breath
and creatures, they creep...

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The Spanish queen and fooball

This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second 
half of a football match between England and Spain. 
England,...

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No wonder snail keeps to its shell
And tortoise prefers its crap
Ocean homes fish exclusively
Balance diet makes no cage home for bird 
Nest is a chosen home for its kind

My bed
So spacious so comfortable
Spring-less but wood-strong-prove...

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Guerrilla war in the Athens


Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting 
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for...

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Autumn's Wink at Winter

Stares at the glit of a harvested moon,
felicitous sways northernly...

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Across the moor
To Wicken Fen
Where brume swallows all
Into mire, of the life,
                       ...

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Revived to pop out as an empty nester 
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and willed at country’s metropolis. 

The heirloom edifices occupying moiety of...

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What if..

What if; it wasn't a lockdown forenoon 
Mommies whisking to kitchenette 
Daddy's out with newspaper headlines 
Little cubs denned in their late quilt and wishing no schooling today 
Rest world racing themselves to indulge...

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The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze
And the windows were kept close
Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse
Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose. 

Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the...

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This has been done or this is to be done
This has been half-done or not to be done 
He seldom minds, whether it is done
He will take you and you are done.

The acts of tomorrow,...

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A forenoon mist increased toward absence,
whilst every part of listless shadows clears,
vibrant October stage thousands of cheers,
as columns of trees in theme bring balance.

Advents of crimson hints and orange glaze,
dew exhaled whispers, upon ousted leaves,
the...

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Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky,
In a lush and cool garden of delight,
The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye,
Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight.
His melodious song praises the divine One,
Whose luminance descends in a...

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The forenoon Show 
 There is a ship anchored close to the shore
in the bay, I wonder what the cook is doing now
perhaps he is chopping onions for frying
with a bit of meat from lunch...

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Night goes wrong gone by gone
Eleven sharpened by bell tolls
Last wipes failed in scrambled line
Shake the grip till bleached
Squeezing of faith blows a worship dirt

Night closes sins by wrong summon
Twelve pointed by curved hands
Silence gasped...

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Her eyes scream silver carnage,
The glitter of white death,
The glare of shining ice
In the gloom of coffee shop forenoon.
Clouds obscure the sun
As pain destroys his lungs,
Searing orb light
Scrapes his face,
Freezing rips his flesh.

Her glance,
The flash...

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A good advice

I bought, a for- the- old scooter, after some pressure from families and friends, and yes, also my stupid wish having seen the bike on the internet, where happy people were driving around...

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The splendid patency of the ocean so vast
Becalmed my eyes when the sunset orangish
Rimmed the depth of the blues far…
The beacon beams glinted by the ebbtide
The waves bravoed to the het up coast
By the breaking...

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Nostalgia 
The heat is unusual even the olive grove 
looks tired, old trees gasping waiting for 
sundown. Yet the evening is still hot and 
no breeze soothes tired leaves. 
Every august I tell myself that...

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*Image of San Francisco Street Neighborhood by Pixabay.

A Superb Forenoon
This superb forenoon down the avenue,
flower gardens, mostly lawns, up this part.
There's Sammy and Tammy, "How do you do!",
naught Baker's ... close, Cooke's, love their fine...

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seafarers’ paradise

seven men drowned 
when a ship sank under gigantic waves
seven weeks later 
they appeared on the Island of Saragossa
where singing shanty is forbidden

but seaweed is served in 7 variations
by a female ship cook, the...

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August Forenoon 
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up 
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have 
died but the price of coffins stay...

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