Winter Rights Poems

“This is just a beginning”, - thanks, message received
Though I think it's a continuation
I'll be sanctioned for lot more of things they conceive
For the sin...

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When Sunday came, with strong footwear,
warmed by the words of Bolton’s mayor,
from Halliwell to Smithills Moor,
we followed those who walked before,
and fought for access, just...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command
of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads.
Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand.
Heat overuse caused great melt overload.
Alas, Winter thawed--and...

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In his mid-30s but still a boy

Given $14.50 an hour and 12 hour shifts
Six days a week

His driver’s license confiscated
For five slung beers over a...

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If you don’t support gun rights,
there’s something wrong with you,
if you don’t support gun rights,
you’re evil through and through,
if you don’t support gun rights,
then you...

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These concealed agenda,

unravelling soon, 

Stage by stage,

man a captive to man,

manipulated,

"Liberty" is lie,
 
they make the boundaries,

Locked in the prison in summer

separated in winter,

distancing like...

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The High Night of the Dark Wind

Dancing fairies on the lake of ice, 
leaving no marks as they pass. 
The tiny birds, chase them...
not to...

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The Unsaved

I watch you from a distance. 
I see everything you do. 
Your life is hard, 
and the world is unkind, 
mostly, if only at...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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Christmas Princess

I picked you up early, 
we went to your friends. 
I watched as they all…
watched you. 
You laugh lightly, 
and bring joy in your...

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NO

I am not dark. 
I write happy things, 
most of the time. 
I can not help it, 
if I spilled my coffee, 
the phone rang,...

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Sweet Things

Aunt Candy was the candy lady and her name fit just fine. 
She made mountains of chocolates, every kind. 
Whip whistles that popped, crunchy...

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Evicted

Lost our place… again. 
The reason, we could not pay. 
We needed and wanted to stay. 
There was just no way. 

The snow is cold,...

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The Place

I had to move to the big city. 
I miss the trees and fields. 
My world feels closed in. 
The walls ever nearer to...

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