waiting for the first snowflakes

leaves

red, yellow, and orange

have long since gone

grass has turned brown

frost has covered the land

afternoon sun is low

in the southern sky

geese have flown

in the blue heavens

south for winter food

squirrels gathered

nuts and stored

them in their nest high in the trees

next-door nei...

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roped together

on a cliff wall

keep going for there's doom should we stall

momentum counts

never look down

you look enchanting in your wedding gown

hope for no rain

dry grips better

black granite's awkward when its wetter

below is what

we left behind

up there who knows what we'll find?

the air is rare

birds swoop and cry

into ragged fea...

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Respect Women, he said

I remember my skin was tight coming in from the low of a Maine night

When she

When she

When she

When she

Discovered my claims of

I could walk better, I ain’t in pain

But she knew something other than how my words were arranged

it were the muscles in and around my mouth, sculpting my face

Or it was the bags under my eyes

She related to when ...

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Living a life of fantasy is such fun.

Once you give your life control to your heart,

you begin to enjoy its every part.

At times listening to heart gives memories,

and you can spend your life with its stories.

I lived my 10th grade in the fantasy world of reality

when I gave my life control to my feelings impatiently.

Something I'll never regret,

not even in the days o...

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I want every part of you on me

Catch my rhythm baby

Let me pound you to the beats of our hearts till our souls get lost

Lets find them in each others eyes

Give me something to play with somewhere to start

Tell me where you want me to finish

That climax we been chasing is within our reach

Why are you running from me entering your domain we have been here to many times

Maybe ...

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Back seat kisses, 

backyard volleyball,

barbecues, 

long walks in the woods, 

sunbathing on the beach, 

smiling, laughing,

talking for hours, 

holding hands, 

slow dancing to George Straight songs,

making love until dawn, 

falling asleep in each other’s arms...

Filtered memories, 

behind the sheer curtain of my mind,

or fantasies, 

found in a bottle

of ...

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I have been posting poems during lockdown based on the concept taken from a much earlier poem called 'Cycle Of The Scarecrow' a fantasy piece which tells the tale of a scarecrow who is brought back to life by a witch and walks the fields of Albion. It is a reflection on the changing seasons and of growing old - and the premise of 'what if I had my time again?
It was released today as a digital do...

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