Freedom Seasons Poems

I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Just before the touch of winter’s caress
Comes a moment when my heart must confess
Peace sways eagerly in the zephyr spice
Tempting autumn brings wonders so precise

Just...

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Schools ring out with the sighs of freedom lost,
empty hearts break as a summer love moves along.
Bright wildflowers fade under the burden of frost,
birds fill...

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Written: July 10, 2023
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Along with the season's quiet end,
Where sunlight fades and shadows blend,
A symphony of seasons unfolds,
As autumn paints the world in gold.

The crunch...

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Seasons of life
The hard work 
The pains 
The suffering
The hardship
The dreams 
The struggles 
The fights 
The grieves
The disappointment
The failures
The intimidation
The betrayals
The fears 
The anger
The needs...

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Color my thoughts in burgundy laughter,
Place your hand on my heaviest 
Graves, those that winter in my depression,
Kiss away the buttery jonquils of spring
Erasing winter’s...

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a teeny tiny
mouse shyly skitters among
the crisp-dried leaves and deadfall
the teeny tiny
mouse believes that Spring has sprung
to free him from his burrow

when fragrant flowers
rise with...

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Through Autumn sails the tempests fury,
mountains and winds stand tall in a leaf-maze;
light paints the scene in haze of marbled
pinks, oranges and blues; hues subdued...

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Misting the mountains, the roses
Softly dripping, sliding down petals
Gentling the feelings with emotive
Drizzling across forever, inviting
Even the light to whisper its caress
Kissing away all the...

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So, what does Nature
and Her Winter suggest?

that death is but a sleep
before a refreshing showery
sunny new awakening

that each resting kernel of being
is a blossom again...

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(Rhyming Haiku)

Whenever I view
I jot each line heart pursue
Yet plead muse too blue

Whenever I saw
I am fine if it is raw
Yet mix lines muse draw

Whenever...

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John

Dear John, 
When we were kids... 
just starting to set off, 
you called me
from the Army 
collect. 
It was half passed 2:00 am
and my parents...

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Ticks and Chimes

The pictures on the walls, 
and in my books...
are all that I have, 
from yesterday, 
to remember you by, 
and all those that...

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Devoid of personal exposure to wondrous Spring 
I thank God for His bestowed vicarious experience
via technology’s media encounters
enabling me to testify about its majestic delight.

Among...

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