Snow Repetition Poems

Dwell in the river and the monster will eat you
While the flakes of snow float over,
Forsake the pleasure and erase the relic
As your internal mayhem...

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Mom and Dad, Dad and Mom
So opposed in their roles, yet unified in their wants.
It's a bitter shame to be old and grey,
Look back at...

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They say I am insane for repeating the same motions -
So why is not the moon; who always pulls the tides of oceans?

The seasons fall...

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(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration)

This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re still here…marching on
With our eyes stayed on the prize.
Let...

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It's the end of our beautiful dream
The thrill is gone, for that reason...
I'm through loving you.

The nightingale that sings in my heart
for you has flown...

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Romance, Passion Shown In Those Bright Blue Eyes

Her bright blue eyes that my soul so endears
warms needy heart, sends it passionate cheers
as if a golden...

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There is a teensy tiny bit of hope in the recesses of my mind
That this house will clean itself. 
That I will wake up and...

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I remember the thaw 
when I headed South to crawl 
through Carnegie's tunnels 
in a Saab that would stall 
in the mist or the rain...

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The holiness is here
			under the trees
			in the space 
			that yearns for stars
			in the leaf mold
			beneath the snow
			in the low flung fog
			rising toward the day
			when the...

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Far Away, Far Away

Children when you dream at night you may see an awesome sight!
Magic fairies in the dew near trilliums of snow white hue.
You...

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Running from the snow-covered mountain
in a thin blue shirt 
that welcomes the cold 

Running to the ocean that lays years away
The neck of a large...

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The breeze is blowing on my shoulders
as I pedal hard through the snow.
My tired legs just won't give up,
my chilly cheeks aglow.

The wind is hitting...

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When I was young


When I was young... life was so carefree
my only worry was how to climb that tree
When I was young... I had so...

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I am from peanut butter
Stuffed in thick mounds into tiny sandwiches.
I’m from short boat rides on the lake,
From the soft hum of the radio
As the...

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This day I wander frozen streets
As cold March rain chills my skin
I cannot sense with hands or feet
Nor hear much of the morning’s din

As cold...

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