Short Last From The Past Poems

a lot scribbled on
last page of past diary
next one hardcover


January wind
Dodging electric wires web…
Kite sprang in to sky...

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Today, is fresh...
rain fell last night
today is new
last night is past
all mistakes are gone
today is new
fresh start today
my flowers grew...

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FREE AT LAST, FROM THE PAST..
NO MORE TEARS, NO MORE FEARS...

FREE AT LAST, SUNNY FORECAST
NO MORE PAIN, WAS INSANE...

FREE AT LAST, FORGET THE PAST
NO MORE DAYS, SCARED ANYWAYS!

FREE AT LAST, HAVIN A BLAST.
GOD SAVED ME, ALAS I'M FREE!!...

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One last poem in the waning light,
  one last poem I’ve yet to write

One last poem to end it all,
  one last poem the future calls

One last poem the past repeats,
  one last poem tomorrow speaks

One last poem the old renewed,
 —one last poem my work is through

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)...

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He looked around, in Past he found
Pieces of shattered dreams
A mosaic there everywhere
Bleeding tears between the seams

A Lifetime lost in horrific cost
Of Disappointment's blows
A story there in disrepair
Is where his mem'ry goes.

At long last within that past
A mind-finger probes the view:
Decisions made had betrayed
The dreams he had want to do....

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Saying ‘hello’ around the world
is more than a vocal projection
It’s a movement of lips, swaying of hips,
and at times complete physical expression

Saying ‘hello’ in Asia,
calls for your best leaf of tea
While Europeans make do
with much less conventionally!

For Africans and Caribbean’s alike,
the cordiality of our 'say'...
could make ‘hello’ in the morning,
last until well past midday!...

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STOOD     UP


Wet corner,  bricks uneven,
Rain driven in lines horizontal,
Cutting knife-edge of gale. 
Distant bell chimes eleven.


Turn up  coat  collarband:
Imagine why she’s late
For this our regular date;
Light cigarette with cupped hand.


She does not come,  likely never will.
Clock pointers slow to stop,
Bolts go home in door of tobacco shop, 
Last bus strains past up the hill....

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Madge, do you sometimes sit down and hear
The songs that winced across your fence, do
Think of the desert place our childhood grew up
Drinking those songs like anesthesia, old
Things now, but lasting more brightly to bring
A sense of distance from the lost, and a sense
Longing for the past, a sense of wanting things
To last, and the past to try again some part
While from away the haunting song teases the heart...

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DUST STORM AT SUNSET

Walking long on brittle road,

pause awhile with time slowed,

see dusk descends on trail,

veils the adoring faces frail.

On road not travelled yet

dust storm surges at sunset,

twilight hours race, ending fast,

day’s last gale blows past.

Hope, dying light will last

until I rise from dust.


April 1, 2019
Rhyming checked on Rhymezone.com
Grammar checked on PS Grammar Checker...

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SHOOTING STAR   OUTGUNNED


A  single rocky  space  ship,
A sizzling visitor,
Flashed in our pan,
Dashed in and ran.

A fleeting meteor,
Meeting our fleet of clouds,
Marked the blackness with one
Streak  - bright, brief, and gone.

Evaporating fast
Its last trace was past.


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Note.

Meteors collide with the Earth constantly,  and thankfully are 
destroyed by our own atmosphere....

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