Sep Poems - Poems about Sep

...They said this strange man ate his squirrel: such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles. First he eats its legs, then its body, but omits the heart. That is precious. What? We do no......

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...That neighbour has just banged his door. Again yet again and yet again. I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole. But there’d be no grey matt......

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...It should have said St John’s - with that apostrophe! So many omit the little mark. How could they, when its presence or absence gives us one meaning or the other? A tenant within these apartme......

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...I try to hear your mind, see or smell your mind, taste or read your mind. Is it ballet or violence? The music you love says little to me, I can hardly hear it, but read it, see it; our eyes ......

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...Song Lyrics I wrote to a melody played by vionlinist Diana Yakawa who's Father was among the 520 who died when Japanese Airlines flight 123 crashed into a mountainside on August 12, 1985. She was bor......

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...He places his hand right here, below the one of someone else. That one hovers. He sits. Is this an intermission? Perhaps it will fall, slowly, gently; perhaps it will touch. The pause continu......

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...I like the way he takes that car and makes it howl with such a yowl. Some guys like to drive from A to B. They keep it simple. Others never notice how many see, gaze at their wheels, their roofs......

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...Why does the wind create that howl and with it such a sensation? It's in your heart, your mind, your soul. It seems to reach for your very cognition. You sit, so still, in your room - just sulk. ......

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...Who says I am small to lead and reach a Goal, rain or shine, I walk tall by my actions led by my Soul. I carry no frippery yet I shelter the tall, even in paths slippery I tread w......

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...They knew what to do with this guy: they took Benny into captivity. They knew what to do with this guy: they certainly wanted activity. He knew what to do with these guys: he glared so his eye......

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...He likes to wait until his lingering end, sitting on the beach with fish and chips. Often wonders what life is about. Why is that boat there, that ship farther out, and yet another? Will they s......

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...O Scribes of Thebes, take the noose, burn fiercely the words of Aleister Crowley. For all the wisdom of the hieroglyphic signs lies in union with only one cosmorat-the creator of ......

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...Jenny, they say, will face a tragedy. Is it not something always predicted this way? Will it be Jenny? Or Pete or Paul? We glance every day among those tabloid papers - so many. We read h......

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...We rather wish that someone would lead him to a tree. They can be so useful for life and death. He might look more elegant from a distance. But this one decides to join us ......

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