Nostalgia Morning Poems

Sunday morning sardines
Sing trademarked sermons
No gain, guitars must be clean
To harken out the predetermined

Donation cards in cursive fonts
A prayer for a new patio to
Crosses finished...

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Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful...

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Raining, silent as the morning’s lovely kiss
Promising “to weep the tears that never learn”
With heartfelt prayers, hopes that love won’t dismiss

Embracing gentle joys who cause...

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Oh what a day in the old, 
The African sun rises, shining bold, 
Father leaves at 5am, to tap palm wine, 
Mother goes to the...

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A solitary child really,
Shotgun under arm,
Wandering the flood plains 
On Billy Bulson’s farm,
Hammer uncocked, 
Chamber free of charge 
Enjoying the sensation 
Of wandering at large.

Not shooting for pleasure 
But...

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I grew up with Country music
Loved its simple themes
It’s been my constant joy
For ever or so it seems.
Bobby Bare’s on the Bose
Singing a tear jerking...

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Words
are simply
noise now
that morning
has come -
not envelopes
of meaning tucked
into the soft folds
of sound -
or whispers
that caressed 
when you were still
and felt
the contours
of something
holding you -
before
the...

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let me linger here
a moment longer
in the arms of your memory



posted on October 24, 2021...

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Like the early morning mists 
That rise from the waters’ depths
Memories emerge in swirls and twists
Foggy shadows of lives past 
Of them all, childhood scenes...

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Saturday Morning November 1964
My twin and I have a TV Guide in front of us
We are thrilled because we got a colored TV set yesterday.
In...

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The frosted grass reflected the tangerine skies
As the sunrise starts a dance across glistening fields,
Peeking through bare oaks and green towering pines
As if to sneak...

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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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Yes, we were forced into national pride,
Singing the anthem at assembly time,
Little patriots to the core,
God saved something in times of yore!...

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Christmas
morning
begging for
the luscious
scent of hot
cinnamon rolls
traditions and
memories



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on May 7, 2020...

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Morning Thoughts
By: Miracle Man
1-10-2020 

This morning,
 Shadows from days gone, whisper past;
Of other times, other people, other places.

“Dust Bunnies” from psyche’s unswept corners,
where so long...

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