Wife September Poems

I married one September morn:
a day I surely won't forget
(each  time I think about my wife,
I break into a clammy sweat...)

LOL, loosely based on...

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autumn is peeking
apples for picking~baking
leaves for the raking

 

Date Written: 8/21/2022
Note: Haiku Rhyme...

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Asked to assemble
Things that resemble,
Henry remembers
The Racy Embers:
Months of Baptismal Fires:
For man waiting with criers
Attitude – changing September
And attitude – worsening October,
Kennedy – snatching November
And...

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SEPTEMBER 25, 2021

It was a bright sun, blue sky day,
refreshingly cool, destined to be short
in a post autumnal equinox way, the morning
farmer’s market shimmering with...

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September is in the air                    ...

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How bad can it get, don't ask me that question 
I'm on the 97th floor terrified, 
hanging from a window, gasping for breath
You want to...

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While sidestepping impediments,
Achilles heel stricken with paralyzing zap
chronically inducing captain klutz
to bemoan and yap,
i.e. (think) booby trap
strategically laid down by the missus -

necessitating yours truly
to...

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S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be...

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Clara Oswald Who
The Doctor's secret wife—who knew?
Returned from September's honeymoon
By way of last year's month of June...

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Under the scorching spotlight sun,
this fan stands
fearing losing sight of a star.
Behind, watchers arm
themselves with binoculars.
Our eyes lock.
Lips prepare for
salty launch pad palms
depositing
lover's rockets.
Arms rise...

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September rain
Cape chestnuts rule the veld
In the morning
The wife of kong-tsai
Asleep in my royal bed...

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My wife and I have lived in our present home for more than 14 years, and I think that the loveliest time of the year...

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frantic talent
among willow  shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades

lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon...

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There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by...

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The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese


I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of...

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