Journey November Poems

if only you and i
could take the winding path
that would stretch
these long november days
so they might never end



AP: 3rd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022

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Cape May holds a special place in our hearts.
On the day after our engagement eve,
We journeyed to old Cape May town,
And celebrated with her by...

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Mother would patschke
early that day in the kitchen,
and recruit any guest, who
blindly ambled thru front door
suddenly trapped unwittingly
squarely (triangulated) into kitchen
forcibly impressed to help

set up...

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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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My journey is not long but my dream is
I search for the fastest way to reach my destination
But time tells me, “Take one step at...

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Vacuum
by Michael R. Burch

Over hushed quadrants
forever landlocked in snow,
time’s senseless winds blow...

leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed,
if still mostly concealed...
such are the things we are...

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November skies bare all
Perched precociously 
Up stark naked branches
The old abandoned nest

Hatchlings of yesteryear
Outgrow familial nest
Leaving warm comfort behind
To spread their wings

Freely roam expanse of...

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If I could paint November
would I paint it brown or gray,
or the deepest shade of burnt umber
to announce that Winter's on its way?
How do you...

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Oh I love the sound of the rain
   a softly spoken spiraling sustain,
marathon runners against the grain
   all soon lost within...

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An autumn pallet of colors so bright
Makes my heart sing with delight
When the weather gets cooler, 
And the nights are so much darker
I dream of...

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Reflecting back on my past, I think I'm better here
We've lost a lot of spirits, innocent lives taken every year
Yet, we are not the solution
They...

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I remember my candles glowing
Every passing night I wake up with loads in my eyes
My head begin to pound as if garri and pounded yam...

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Dark Novembers

It’s the silence that is killing
this cold November chilling
Natures beauty with frost, stillness, color but no sound.
A wiser woman knows the inner temperature of...

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Michelle ~
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If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the...

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