Short Due South Poems

Even in darkness, I see the four walls
Resentment North while sadness due South
West something lost East pays the cost
Now there is nothing I see
She had left haunted life
Gasping for last breath
Then the ceiling
Headstone tomb
Sacrificed
Life...

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It kills me to see you so heart-less
Here, take mine; to me, it is useless

... Perfectly scienced, just for you
We watched as yours grew wings and flew
Due south, but can't escape the winter
We tried to mend the crimson splinters
But no amount of love or glue
Will fix the mess inside of you

So once again I'll take your pain
A wasted wish for things to change...

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tree frogs are singing
to orange-black tinted clouds
against purple sky

set in the foreground
an A-Frame rooftop peeks out
between long-leaf pines

further off due south
thunder still rumbles and rolls
threatening the peace

a single raindrop
draining from the carport roof
tickles down my nose

the sight and the sound
of the eternal present
in the perfect now...

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Crisp, fresh, autumn air
Fireplace smoke aroma
Sun sets sooner now
Birds, above flying due south
Footsteps crunching on dried leaves

Breath seen in the air
Sweaters worn everywhere
Frost on morning grass
Apple cider heated up
Pumpkins, now jack-o-lanterns

School buses running
Football games on Friday nights
Thanksgiving dinner
Starting up the Christmas list
The Fall season is the best...

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She has Ivy twisted in her hair, day-lilies sprouting from the palms of her hands. 
She dances with the willows, but she cries with the sun-sanken land. 
She lets the daisies dance around her feet, with honeysuckle dripping from the corners of her mouth,
her peonies perking to point due south. 
She is garland, oh sweet garland, a beautiful twisted mess, 
she is daylight, the sun glowing, in a golden headdress....

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leaves fall softly upon the earth’s floor

color swapping from gold to brown

sparrows sing from undressed limbs

as they migrate due south

nestled securely

as they gather

in search of

calm and

warmth

thoughts

of deep

reasoning

as they gather

nestled securely

among defined havens

in lush trees where sparrows sing

scented blooms of pinks and yellows

seasons on around and in-between...

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I am woman, hear me cry
With bloodcurdling screams as I slowly die
Pulled down into sadness, I travel due south
With no hopeful words to spew from my mouth
Buried deep within my shell
I torture myself within my own hell
Of self-loathing deeds, I wilt before I bloom
Fading away in my own world of gloom
I take a little pill and travel due north
To wash away the tears and push myself forth
I am Bipolar, see my moods shift
From melancholy to euphoric, I am whip-lashed in the rift...

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