Son October Poems

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even...

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‘Tis three years today
Since you went away
Oh darling Son of mine
We had no inkling
On that sunny day
‘Twas a Friday in October 
when you...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even...

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Today is ten ten,  
Day when you born,
Eyes you have open,
And see the sun.

In every new season,
Death will come soon,
God forgive his sean, 
And...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son...

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Professed paean pronounced
and adroitly produced
upon spirit of deceased
named Boyce Brandon Harris.

First year anniversary since
cremains distributed across four winds
his soul remains alive within me.

Impressed upon mine...

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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020...
at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship

Boyce Brandon Harris cremains
(approximately one fourth entire contents)
offered, interred, and eulogized
within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator...

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On October 04, 2020 I turned sixty six years young and I still remain a beloved daughter of Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son. ...

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My faith sees everyday as radiant
Gleaming with bright spiritual revival
Since God blesses beyond mere survival
Assuring His grace, indeed abundant.

With heart always yearning for serene bliss
Blessed...

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It happened one October morn
Long before I was born
The year was nineteen twenty four
A summons dropped through the door.

PC Gorst peering over the fence
Asked Tommy...

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Some people may think perhaps that I was blowing....
Kisses unto His beautiful moon as His majestic Son after
Arriving at this place ? But the fact...

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Leaves of the Appalachian hills.
Turning red and orange.
Burnt burgundy into smoky dreams.
Rainy days for you and me.

Is this not America?


October is warm this day.
Son playing...

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The October storm
In the valley would form
The rain and hail damage would perform
And meteorologists would predict another such storm

In the old house man is holding...

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His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And...

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