January Nothing Poems

You say you're old, but I don't see it
Your wrinkles are just lines of wisdom
Your hair is not gray, but silver
Your eyes are not dull,...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly
poor righteous leftist sole.

Great way to begin the new year
mine little feet about size nine wear
sneakers...

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 To Bill Brooks on precarious subject of “Kama Sutra”



while twisting toes to head - consider - imagination bend instead

January 9, 2021...

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No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie

upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

Attempting nightly ritual
nsync with sole and
instep of beat
January second 21:08
two thousand twenty
footwear equipped with
custom made cleat

proudly standing tall
(think)...

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Oh bleeding I'm
its thorn!

O' ROSE 
tell me how can I pluck you


whispers coming-
"be the LOVE 
lovingly come near
hug me closing eyes with inside
feel there is...

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Like wine in storage,
The cellar of my perception ages
Buried deep in its recesses
The past and future abandoned 
  —time no longer the vintner

Fermenting in...

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Sweetheart, view eternity by gazing
     love's forever in my eyes.
Visibles fade in forever's phrasing,
     though surely time...

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The yellow and blue sky
The grass where we lie

The black and blue pencil
The pomegranates that we steal

The crimson tongue of fire
The snake in lyric lyre

The...

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NOTHING LASTS FOREVER


Hour glass sands surely slide
On time’s shoulder they ride
Change in certainty transient site
Like flipped grief and delight.

Your sun blazes hay day
Can’t keep cold...

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Twelve-year-old Cliff was moaning in his sleep.
Again--bad dreams of Bob the Bruiser who
lived right next door. Bob was a thug, a creep
who picked on smaller...

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V-oice loud in the crowd switches
I-nto a one mild muffle; 
C-hoking itself by soft, 
K-ind verse that warms
Y-our soul.

O-n twenty-fourth January, 
B-eautiful sound unfolds in...

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S-ince January 17th, '97, the world has been in many changes; 
M-arital tie though is untouched, no cuts and no damages.
I-ngrained and not broken as...

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Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015

Like an Appaloosa’s rump, 
The sky was so flecked. 
Or with sparkling diamonds,
That God had bedecked.

The aroma of fresh hay, 
Had...

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