Short Batches Poems

There's a rare blooming 
of sakura this fall
the trees cotton-candy-sweet
antipsychotic-sweet
Blossoms descend in batches
soon to cover the asphalt road
like spilled Pepto-Bismol
I swallow my pill with regret
drift into oblivion
the petals blur in my vision
the whole world tinted pink
by my medicated brain...

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Constantly Came Across

While we were looking at all the latches,
When combined are batches and batches;
No matter what other politicians say,
None of their thoughts work out anyway;
Constantly came across many catches.

Will not cause you to feel that greatly,
So should seem more sedately lately.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet...

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Hopes and dreams are a fickle companion.
Darting in and out as if in no dominion.
Feed them well and they may stay.
Beware, also could they allow so close, then betray.
Ask you, why then will I still chase uncatchable catches?
Say I; the pursuit, without it we all mill about in batches.
Something must be sought, reach far the mind will not go drone.
Perhaps, with luck, goals will be attained, a new life grown....

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You were gone, though you had never left
on a long vacation, from yourself
they'd arrive in batches, every day
no return address, no greeting

Questions, feelings, hope was fleeting
then missing died, one lonely day
as did the heart that still lay beating
in the empty room next door

No warm goodbyes, or teary eyes
no last dance to an old, sad song 
just picture postcards, curled and fading
fading, like our memories...

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The last of the snow, in dirty batches,
Dots the land in random patches.
Stubbornly, it will not melt,
Kind of like how Frosty felt.

As the temps, though, start to rise
We’ll witness all this snow’s demise
And as it seeps into the ground,
It disappears, ‘til next time ‘round.

The crocuses are breaking through,
Preparing for their spring debut.
Impatient to unfurl their wings,
They thumb their nose at snow that clings....

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Gold leaves are stirring 
Beneath my soles, scented leaves 
Like warm gingerbread wakes 
Prepping for the day 
Families give thanks 

See frost white cement 
Reminding me of cookies 
Oh the batches and tins 
This is how we know 
Christmas soon begins 

Red and green fireworks 
Summon a great new year, bang!
Kiss me like your champagne 
Look to see me soon 
Reminisce and change!

11.12.19
Sponsor of "Scented Leaves" - Kim Rodrigues...

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Problem Solving The Wright Way
Written: by Tom Wright
1-20-2020

Sometimes problems appear to come in batches,
and finding solutions is like trying to light wet wood.
This futile attempt is a mere waste of matches,
and the results will be smoke in all likelihood.

God never places a problem at my front door,
without hiding a solution in the nearby grass.
If I get on my knees and to God implore,
the solution will come without an impasse.
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