Short New England Poems

Killing it are
The new England
Patriots...

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horizon of haze 
smoke pours into New England 
from Canada’s blaze...

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Nutmeg
maybe their
stated nickname-
connecticut their plain
domain...

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New England River
Industrious beavers
Building their dams
Making sancturary
For the spawning
Young salmon...

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powerful new england storms
                                  can't get to church on christmas
                                  nor easter...

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Rock turtles in blue waters . . .their crawl so slow it’s imperceptible


2/20/2016  Based on a beautiful picture of a New England shoreline....

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A New England country dance
In a 'contre' version from France
Evolved in a solo line-
From Connecticut to Maine
This style found worldwide fame...

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Coach Belichick must have stumbled
New England gets the Jet’s jumbled
Game signals to read 
All exposed—was this deed
An interception play fumbled?...

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I saw the workers come out today
They’re from New England
Four seasons in the year
They came clipping flowers
Some saved for the next year no doubt...

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Boston Strong
To me
Means so much
So much passion
In this town
And New England states
For all I’ve 
Traveled never seen
Anything like it
Why haven’t I 
Written about
Them before...

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AUTUMN TREES

Leaves colorful
turning changing colors fall
From New England to West Coast
beautiful pungent skies




11/1/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR. ©2020
PENSEE POEM TYPE...

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       I offen soffen neether content nor intent,

       eether explicit or implicit about 

       devices to rearrange things in

       the Care-ah-beein Sea or

       pahkin karz at Hahvad

       in  Bostin....

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I knew the women had arrived by the stultiloquence of the room
Chatter went up another twenty percent when mom arrived on her broom
Annual witch’s gabfest convention was a hit in New England today
The frightened ancestors of Salem’s accusers knew when to stay away....

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I am not shallow blind
Just a Simple person kind
cradling to my own poetic code
My place of occupancy
 a New England abode
attempting to lead,
an ordinary life
Free from lust,
greed,and strife
All to satisfy
Jesus and God
And when i'm done
Only they to applaud...

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YOUNGMAN FROM NEW ENGLAND


There was a young...man from New England
so excited visiting his cousin
he was single and lonely
his lost love left for Finland
she left him at the park so cold hearten
  


  For Contest: Tradition Limerick
  Sponsored by: Viv Wigley...

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Quahog burrows deep in mud …
By bubbles it’s betrayed … 

“We’re gonna have a clam-bake!
Bring your waders and a spade!”




A quahog is a large and very tasty type of clam, native to the New England coastline.
The name will be familiar to all fans of "Family Guy" ......

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There are caps on the water, snowflakes in the sun
This mixed weather day is welcoming fun!
Left over happy leaves are blowing free
Clouds are scattered in blue sky as far as you can see
Shimmering sunlight is on water, when the sun shows its face
Reminding Northern New England, this is a beautiful place!

Heidi Sands

11/8/19...

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You are a human being so vile. 
How could I, with you, myself, defile?
Yet, you are an angel. heaven sent, 
my time away from you, misspent.
Where is your needle on my dial?

It jumps like New England weather
or a breeze blowing a feather,
Up and down or in the middle,
I cannot answer this riddle:
Do you and I belong together?...

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Dutch cruller, rich and sweet,
Belgium chocolates, nothing like them.
Scottish kale, made into tasty broth.
New England crab, pride of the Atlantic,
Cuba’s sweet and sour daiquiri.
America’s tastiest eggnog, made instantly sour by the sight of one small dead titter mouse.
One teeny tiny mistake, but I may never drink eggnog again....

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Shine a candle in the shadows
break the glow stick green
Conquer those New England days
You know what I mean
Tree limbs tapping at the window
frost on rivulets grey
Open up the blinds and melt them
into words you've yet to say
Soak in bubbles brought to boiling
swirled in steam and sleep
Break the silence with emotion
I am yours to keep....

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I tap my foot restless...
The snow continues to cover. 
In a torrent- my torment.
Taking my sweet years with it. 

As I age and forget. 
With all that remains- I regret.

I retreat in my cave and curse the gray days. 

A thief in the night, I awake…to an empty chamber- my heart. 

I cannot take another New England winter. To face myself in the mirror....

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Fallen leaves upon the ground,
Luxuriously spread and interwound.
Producing a carpet of bedecked Autumn Leaves,
Displaying an image you can't believe.

Rose Dust, Corn Silk, Ruby Red and Dark Green,
Not forgetting Almond Brown, Orange that paint this scene,
This array of colors found in New England towns,
Come together and become Autumn's Crown....

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BABY BOOM BAM

balding oaks — tires blend Autumn leaves crisp notes.
the full foliage of pines spritz the lane in Christmas furs.
picture perfect stroll, auto snapshot arranged in year’s portfolio.
baby boom bam — colors come alive — cheerful scene
no longer rests in New England...baby’s born in the South too.

11/24/2019

*Movie: “Baby Boom” regaled the beauty of Autumn...

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With measured shovelsful of sod
The old man slowly labors,
Making sure as not to trod
On nearby sleeping neighbors.

One shovel deep and one pick wide,
Graves neatly set in rows.
Perfection so this soul who died
May rest in sweet repose.

The old man never slows his pace
His reaper soon made grim,
For he knows the one who takes his place
Soon digs his grave for him....

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dawdling 'neath moonlight
her effulgent eyes expand~
fishermen's tide gauge 


6 April 2022


Black Cat Haiku Poetry  Contest (Premiere)
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
7th Place




Notes:In New England it is said that you can tell the time of day from the size of a cat's pupils. A cat's pupils will be nearly closed at low tide. The pupils will be opened at high tide.(www.poetbay.com)...

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