Long Relived Poems

THIS IS THE SECOND 1/2 of my "Tiny Town Events" piece, posted separately, (one half at a time), due to Poetry Soup's poem maximum-length requirement.
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Italian version. (continued from first part)
Tale è l’orror  che assale la mia mente
Di quanto ho visto e rivissuto prima
Da ridurla al silenzio più opprimente.
Pian piano poi risal verso la cima
Creando ancora immagini e illusioni
Senza...

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Coping with Agoraphobia well you are basically pent up 
in your home for me it finally took it's toil my therapist 
came to my home because I was basically limited spending 
hours in a room...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined...

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I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.

I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together...

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Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't say
if...

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Summer Haze
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't...

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"Before the party begins,"
said the Permaculturist to her pupils,
Yang on the Left,
Yin twins on Right,
processing nondually,
"a brief reminder.
of how to enter a room with appropriate balance."

"This Party Door to life is not hinged for the...

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Ancora in sogno vaga la mia mente
Nell’ignoto esplorando come Ulisse
Quando uno squarcio si apre immantinente.
Un uomo curvo col cappuccio nero
Che in tempi oscuri per la chiesa visse
Mi si rivolge in modo triste e altero.
“Per evitar...

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One fine blustering autumn day an old man puts on his boots pulls up his trousers off he goes,
If anyone wondered where he was going it was to a forest a good long walk it...

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of...

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The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows, perched and cawed
at busty old Miss Trudy

While Trudy curled her...

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Within the pillow case universe, on the sacred night of Halloween,
There was a disturbance in the natural force of the candy zone,
And this is what began the legendary saga, of the goodie treats
Positive sweetness vs....

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It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family and their...

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A Family home stands empty
dust has gathered where once the surfaces gleamed 
silence, no voices and laughter
now greet as in times now gone. 

The day has arrived, dreaded, put off for so long
Parents passed within...

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Was there something of an issue there,
With a wondering sheep being lost, 
Just at that time when the shepherds, 
Were on the way to rejoice and toast? 

I rather think that, most definitely, 
The shepherds...

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IN THE BLUEBELL WOODS AT SHOTLEY BRIDGE

Shotley Bridge woods must  no longer exist
Though I looked for them often as an adult.

Eventually  I stopped looking fior the woods.
However, I often recalled them in my...

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Old Jack hated Halloween night.
The constant ringing of his doorbell
he didn't like. So he turned off his
household lights.
   His wife said, "Why did you go and 
do that, Jack?" he replied "They
won't see...

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I was caught up in a rapture when I encountered him for the first time. 6’1, Brown eyes, Style 
beyond fly. A caramel cream tone, that draped over his “perfect for me” physique. His words...

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Just as I’m nearing my Autumn years
There comes a moment echoed in my musings
Whispers of affection from the tears
Who have gathered to remind me that I have
Many memories to sort through,
Remember… just remember…

There were many...

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It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were...

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Peyton, a thirteen year old boy
Looks on, pose for a photo; 
He’s in for a test with sound health 
Going to rejoin school   
After long break for crucial treatment
And awesome wait 
After the...

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Pass a million cars on my way
Back to the small room that I called my home
Getting stuck in traffic physically and mentally
So fast and alone

Little dusky dewdrops cascading upon all my memories
Of that year
Back when...

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Day’s labor done and task set aside my eyes are called to the glorious beauties of horizon’s setting sun, while whispers of gentle flowing breeze bring memory of home.....cleansing my soul and signing end to...

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A young lady’s soul was trapped in a life of moral decay.
She was born and raised underfoot; painful memories were all that were made.
She often dreamed of marriage and having a child to call her...

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