Lost November Poems

This 30th of November, 
I can be dragged down by 
   men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty 
   I’m...

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It took me years from now to see
I loved the same rain that was drowning me
My early days were filled with joy,
I used to bloom...

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November again! 
Striked euphoria, inevitable pain
clouds dry with no rain
dried are those eyes
and those mastermind lips
clichéd, dumbstruck! only losses, no gain
Little sweetums!
it's your fault,be in...

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Perplexed and dismayed
In the seeming misery.
This bewildered soul so abashed
Within the bodied figure so jittery.

Daunted her deep-felt presence
He wonders, if lost.
Heart sobs within, in cold...

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Harriet Harris née Kuritsky circa November 13th, 
1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
(untimely death sentence ordained ~ early February 1935)

I trot out a poem acknowledging...

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fall 
cool nights 
nice warm days 
hot chocolate 
warm baked apple pies 
colorful leaves 
cuddling up 
kisses 
fun ...

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Reflected in the tender skies, azure dreams,
Compared to the joys that inspire light,
Rustling quietly in the rushing streams,
Promising laughter that restores the insight.

Rising across the...

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Storm 

The waves in the storm raged Pacific Ocean waves became 
deep ravines and tall mountains; in the binoculars, I saw 
an American hangar ship,...

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In the bathroom…bathing in the bathtub
I’m drowning in gloom…grooming for a rub
I’m repenting for hurting myself and others…understand…
These devils in my mind and hands…got so...

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Collisions between yours truly and the missus

Space at a premium
in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44
at Highland Manor,
cuz the spouse
heavily trends toward disorderliness.

She readily admits her...

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All within the taiga glade,
Their raiments gilt in comely shades,
The burgess shrives vagrant souls.
A garth of god for men alow.

Whereinto the roots may grow,
We wayfarers...

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In fog-shawled autumn the memory

returns to me, bittersweet as

cardinal fruits of hawthorn,

the fallen, fading leaves...

lost berry-baby

nestled within

blankets of

morning

mist.



9 November 2022
A November Nonet poetry contest...

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she served me a whiskey
smiled and said hello
although we barely spoke
when we met four days earlier

four days earlier i was running errands
parking on a busy...

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she cried until there were no more tears
then drifted on high into the clouds and out of sight



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on October 25, 2022...

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the cold winter of 1949

The frost hung mercilessly over our town
the woman who had had her nose frozen off
in the winter of 1933, said this...

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