Child November Poems

Twenty first century civilization gone?... I askew.

Ah... what luxury to wax poetic 
as freedom to trumpet thoughts, 
ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane,
especially if president...

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This is your watch woman on the wall informing you that a joint Democratic/Republican
Federal Trade Commission is in the name of 'digital equity' going to...

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November gray, predator's prey
Spark of the day stretched away
The month of gloom 
For so long....don't stay! 
Though time would fly
Yet it's preferential
Cause August slipped away...

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At the end of NOVEMBER
The hurricane season ends.
NOVEMBER sits between the
Beginning and ending of Autumn.

NOVEMBER is among the four months
With 'Ber' as its fourth syllable.
I...

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Along the lost lanes of my life
Where pain and hope Blemish and blend
The child I was, and I, Traverse
An Enterprise of pock-marked maps
Whose stone doors...

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The petrichor of fallen leaves
and coldness of the sun that grieves.
The lovers’ laughter in the wind.
Their purity shows they haven’t sinned.
    ...

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THANKSGIVING ON FOREIGN SOIL    thanks

It was November of nineteen seventy
At an orphanage in Vietnam
A group of weary soldiers
Served a dinner so sublime

The...

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Twas like every November before it, 
But this one came with an air of uncertainty,
For the drums of celebrations had halted in may.
When Owen celebrated...

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NRIs (Non-reading incorrigibles) always start their public school careers not in August or September, but rather on November 16th, because November 15th is the day...

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Many questions have I parried
lost love despairing hopes so daring
burdens I've carried
mistakes so blaring long though tarried

A flower born from seed through thorn
snow-flake adorn trees...

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She woke
this morn
to find her world had
(seemingly) changed.

and yet,
her child was the same
but for a day of age more;
her toes still
added to ten.

her window looked...

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Blood Red Poppies

There's a field far away where the poppies grow wild
A sea of blood red drifting in the breeze
They swoop and they swell like...

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There is a field that we all know
That passed a torch where Soldiers go
Those that fell fought to the end
From that field they did ascend

To...

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Your new bank card is on the way,
praise god for all his/her ways
if you can't beat 'em join 'em (I say)
Oh lord have mercy on...

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Tuesday afternoon in November. 


Well this is, the ending of another day I’m looking out
 of the window the road is clean and tidy after...

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