Art March Poems

Took My New Harley For A Morning Spin

I found a treasure chest without a key
It was full of hope, ocean and blue sea
A few gems,...

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Steam at the mug's brim warms my cheeks
From the upstairs window, glassy as the sea
A distant island's timber speaks and I watch 
  ...

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In this era,
series of crisis bedevil
even the seemingly sane streets.

same struggles our fathers 
marched in numbers to challenge,
stare us in the face.

we polish our shoes,
knot...

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One that won’t my sandals sag
Nor my garments shrinks:
My journeys unduly drag
Nor on me impress that I ‘d soon sink!
A path that shouldn’t me repaint
As...

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Bloom
of green 
leaf cascade
spring citrus whiff
bird cheep and lamb bleat 
madrigals swirl
snowdrops on
winter
blight

Date originally posted on Poetry Soup
 ; 17th April 2021

 Date posted for...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The March

The best-designed plans 
have the tendency 
to not materialize.
Plan B and plan C 
is the smoke of despair.
Overcoming obstacles, 
try a new plan again
that...

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Month of my Heart
The month of March holds a place in my heart
On a lovely spring day love came my way
Forever loving sweethearts from the...

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It’s funny how you can forget a whole week
The days all blend into one 
No motivation nothing to seek 
You never even see the sun...

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The sound of a piano playing a dirge lies in the air. It was the day before general quarantine measures were implemented by the Austrian...

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SEBASTIAN BECK 

The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check 
Didn't notice it had snapped 
Below all the crowd clapped 
But in...

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About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...

One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France...

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it had started to rain on the night that she first decided
 to make her way onto a graveyard scene for it was none other...

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March middleness is much too fleet,
coming in on a creature’s feet.
Is it the lion which brings it on
pouncing with a roar on my lawn?
Or does...

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Between your lips
Only something so beautiful 

Held in silence
I could see

For your pen 
Spoke volumes

Only i could hear
Everything you left unsaid

Sitting on two
Parting to be...

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