Short Amherst Poems

There was a young poet from Amherst,
Who planned to marry Vince Pankwurst.
They made vows to wed,
But soon Vince was dead,
For the bell of the town hit him head first....

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Late September holds onto the summer
  like that promise you made
    —you can never forget

Late September holds onto the summer
  as shadows fall distant
    —and memory regrets

(Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)...

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Late September holds onto the summer,
  like that promise you made,
  —you can never forget

Late September holds onto the summer,
  as shadows fall distant,
   —and memory regrets

(Train: Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)...

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A birds joyous flutter of early May grand,
          bulbs pop yellow heads, from green woken land.
          Crickets and peepers work second shift chatter,
          as a voice out of Boston, announces next batter.
          It`s Springtime in Amherst, Smith girls in light sweaters.
          Where Emily penned hope, as the thing with feathers....

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Whilst in Massachusetts,
Amherst to be precise,
We watched the flickering fire flies
As lighting crossed the skies
And thoughts of writings past.

DEAR EMILY

Come a lady 
     walk with me,
Come a dear 
      as poets be,
Trading words
      of rhyming things,
Thoughts of birds
       preening wings
String moments 
      as beads or pearls
In a necklace 
      from other worlds....

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