Long Novembers Poems

Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                            ...

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I enjoyed traveling greatly, and I had been countless places,
Like lovely fireflies of twilight, on their mellow moonlit races.

On my time away from work, I often went someplace exotic,
Like astronauts out in space, viewing galaxies...

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Spanish verse

DERECHO DE VENIR A TU CORAZÓN

Estoy viniendo, viniendo de la mujer de Dios;
Vengo para usted con todo el poder de que Dios puede reunir;
Viniendo de usted y no otra;
Vengo justo en su corazón;
Y cuando...

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We are not defined by weather
for it was summers touch that fated us
We met most certainly like comets in an October sky 
Unaware of love at first sight 
Dimmed by the light of a blue...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard 
Shuffling through the old woods discarded leaves.

For i have seen...

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The ignorant ones claim, 
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen 
how I've slaughtered 
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine, 
undisturbed nor provoked.

You are the singing...

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Always we’d  break up. We’d get back together,
passion-thirsting in hot summer’s weather.
We’d quench our desires from love’s brimming cup.
We’d get back together; always we’d break up.

Not long would it last, and around the fall,
you...

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The snow falls red
Amidst Novembers smoking breeze
Memories pass as bleeding trees
Soldiers, heroes, all who fell
Amidst the broiling troubled shells
Their broken limbs
And punctured skins
Scream fear into the winter meadows
Eternally marching through the shadows
Men who once stood...

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November, December, 
I couldn’t bear to remember 
To joy and faith I say goodbye 
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die 
As my senior days become to fade 
Wipe away the innocence of the games...

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We are called a "shadow", they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams,

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We are called a "shadow", they say we should never have existed at first.So they treat us like mere entities that exist only in their dreams,

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The scent of oceans, a certain coolness
of wind over water wanders these city streets
where oleander blooms wickedly 
in the ruby assignation of the heart.
An occosional grayed gull, bonded to the Seine,

grown fat with pigeons and...

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Novembers force, blows winds of gale,
a sailor seasoned, may navigate swift, 
lessons learned from time upon thy ship. 
Hold fast against fierce winds in thy sail. 

Captain, my Captain, I fear our fortitude. 
Yee not...

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Dark Novembers

It’s the silence that is killing
this cold November chilling
Natures beauty with frost, stillness, color but no sound.
A wiser woman knows the inner temperature of the soul paints the
landscape to match their own
a fool discovers...

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The first time I saw you
Two Novembers ago
My heart filled with pure and utter love
To the point where it nearly burst

The way your glassy green eyes sparkled
The way your messy hair never really sat right...

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It would seem some days,
We just waited for the day.
To find out where we are,
And today I feel okay.
To explain the million reasons why,
The seasons truly fade.
We've forgot the bluest skies,
Beauty found in summer shade.
The...

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upon the fall evening of Novembers moon.
there is the call that makes a small tune.
some may guess it is a familiar sound.
others may find it hard and never found.
it is known through the the land...

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It’s a rainy day in November
The sun I can’t remember
It’s dark when I rise
    And to no surprise
        It’s dark when the work day ends.

It...

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All too brief are autumn's days
Yet beautiful whilst they last,
A last vestige of warming rays
Before winter's bitter grasp,
And October's hues and shades have past.

She has gifts though to bestow
Bounteous before she leaves,
Berries ripen in hedgerows
Apples...

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A few wet, wind scorched leaves,
are pressed like Victorian mementos
upon the wooden walkway

The trees in this forested park are tattered,
or stand like blackened forked skewers
piercing the stark air.

Autumn fell too far, too soon.
Winter grabbed the...

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I sit here watching the embers, 
Admiring their smouldering glow, 
How through many cold Decembers, 
They have warmed me by burning slow! 

When I want to relax myself, 
I sit here watching the embers, 
Or...

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They were a strange family, the historian remembers.
He thought they hid out in the house each of the Novembers.
Habit of not leaving during hunting season, he gave a remind.
We looked for a photo, and this...

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