Long Mid september Poems

“ the problem with Equality is that we desire it only with our superiors”


“Equal were all and happy they all were,
Deceits and falsehoods were unheard of there,
Free from all illness, cares and infant deaths
No one...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to...

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Winding  down wrinkled bumpy lanes ,  halting steps not taken back 
Barefoot strolls over hot rough  streets,  skimming across smooth asphalt tracts 
Friends,  neighbors and lovers  after  all...

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To the tree
The standby viewer , the fortune teller who avoided my path,
What was it ? The way I looked? Or my innocence you envied?  you were selfish and heartless or should I say...

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JUST    TOO    LATE

Five  past five
Sign across the glass door states “Closed”.

At the adjacent store I had just left,
There were no more spools of whipcord
For the grass trimmer
Which I...

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I pay the money in the toll booth so I can reach manhattan 
  This act takes a toll on my wallet
    I turn on the T.V Mid September 2001
 ...

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She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches
She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed
She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls

If you should...

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In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand,
Evening descends upon my old and warm soul,
Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer,
As the approach of autumn...

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A SIP OF SEPTEMBER

we met in mid-September

at least i remember

there was me drinking wine 

and you looking fine



rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night

as you recounted your life that was mostly a lie

i'm...

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A SIP OF SEPTEMBER
we met in mid-September
at least i remember
there was me drinking wine 
and you looking fine
I re-named you Miss Delight
And the rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night
as you recounted your...

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A SIP OF SEPTEMBER
we met in mid-September
at least i remember
there was me drinking wine 
and you looking fine
rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night
as you recounted your life that was mostly a lie
i'm...

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A SIP OF SEPTEMBER
we met in mid-September
at least i remember
there was me drinking wine 
and you looking fine
rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night
as you recounted your life that was mostly a lie
i'm...

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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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November on the calendar,
 on the edge of a north east winter
 that teeters on the horizon.
The year's months raced by
 and January dreams slipped away to February
 as March winds began to blow.
Too quick,...

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How could I forget?
Who am I not to remember?
As the little boy marched on with a gecko as pet,
Determined to let it go, by mid-September,

He took it away from the ornamental cage,
Covered it with a...

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Pressed against the seasonal change
 with mid September hurrying to its end in rain
of my mind wanderings that come and wane
 with hint of a memory when I could be young again.

A foolish youth in...

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Bad Years
By: Tom Wright
9-23-04

Twixt hard times, I scarcely remember,
though that's not to say there was no other.
Sleeping nights on a pallet till mid September,
under a willow tree, with Joe, my brother.

The hot July breeze
always brought...

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Sunday drive

Sunday morning out for a drive
Windows down feeling alive
Open road open air
Following the road going nowhere
Country roads are a continuous thing
Fences and pastures a colorful scene
The thoughts of childhood flood my mind
A carefree life,...

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--Her Name is Synesthesia --

 I imagine color so vivid 
  leaving those lips--
   as if a doorway 
to another dimension.

Each hue a photon fingerprint;
appearing in this moment 
a manifestation--
lovely, serene, glowing....

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feeling exposed as mud splatters,
the cotton clinging and drenched
chattering teeth, seething relief
as the sun warms the rancid smile
of bulbous peaches pressing,
depressing and like an eclipse,
a disturbing shadow of unwomanliness.
all at once passionate, lusting, learned,
yes educated...

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The daylight's gone and dusk has come,
The heavens make a mumbling sound
Of raindrops on my window glass-
It brings me to a soulful past.
I travel back to naivety-
My hundred days of love and pain.
But nay, that...

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Outburst of joy from the silvery streaks,
Of skies with blue and clouds that speak -
Silenced by the breeze, the waves flow through
Washing the past...for a life so new.
 
If only my heart could touch you...

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My scars belie my smile and my eyes bereft of sparkle.
Oh God, estival whims cannot bring back my sparkle.

The ruthless stabs of his tenderly touch my heartstrings, 
and I am evermore sentenced to remain without...

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Sitting silently and dreaming,
while the fading day is teeming 
with emotions softly streaming,
   as we face the setting sun.

Saffron skies as day is ending;
into twilight, night is blending;
twinkling stars above are pending,
 ...

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One cool spring morning my husband opened the front door,
And he saw a little bird shivering on the porch floor.
The poor thing was just a tiny little bird.
When he saw it, his compassion was stirred.

He...

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