Work November Poems

On Wednesdays I get angry,
and on Thursdays I make pots,
and then I am no longer angry.

When I’m angry I blast Buddy Holly—
but I keep the...

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It got birth in twenty November, 
Month of students are doing paper,
2017 and 19 I become are member,
That is in November.

If you will not be...

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Sitting in the sun, wearing my Mickey Mouse reds,
I feel a kindship to all the other oldies 
Who appreciate loose clothes,
a full belly,
a warm cat,
a...

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A blank, white paper.
Hate disappointing myself.
Asking for a chance....

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What a beautiful day
Sunday November 8th
Done with meditation 
Manifesting my desires
Accepting beautiful realization
That we have a new president elect
And it’s incredible that we have a...

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November is best month of year
Winter begins, new year is near
It is time to enjoy the sun
Go for walks in afternoon sun
Most people seen sitting...

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November Rolls

(Matching Rhyming Scheme of aabbcc per stanza...)

(a) Cascading steps my day will start,
(a) pictures abound parades by heart,
(b) sprung to brightness startle on course,
(b)...

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Orange reef,

a riddler on relief;

an ancient beat-

a walking priest,

a breed!

An ancient thief-

floating on now,

foraging in the great wild,

...it was like a drum,

oh it was so...

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November 12, 2019
Written: by Miracle man

Temperature sits at sixteen
and wind chill makes it ten.
The coldest I can recall,
an early fall having been.

Leaves are now falling,
and...

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So it is I am here
So it is I am sitting on the chair
So it is I am trying to absorb some fresh air
It is...

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even her name evoked colorful images
Ginger November, a student of mine
quiet girl with ebony hair
a blessing to teach till family troubles intervened

divorcing parents of a...

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November 1968: The Hunted 

Got divorced couple years ago, second time
At first, I mirror myself as a low-life loser

Jack without Jill, McGee without Molly
Ossie without...

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My eyes are red,
   My mouth is blue;
My body is on the bed,
   But the work is due....

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in the drab
grey wetness
of a cold
november morn
barely awake
making his way
through sluggish traffic
crowds off to work
his mind a blur
operating on automatic
a tingle comes over him
an aroma...

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In late November fam’lies gather ‘round
to always celebrate Thanksgiving Day;
with feast on table, turkey golden browned,
they fold their hands pretending that they pray.

They gorge themselves...

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