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Shall We Meet December Soon?

Shall we meet December soon?

November is just for a week.

Shall we meet a new moon?

Will you show me the trick?

 

 

What have I noticed at my age?

The time flies, New Year comes.

I'll write carefully a new life page,

A page will be without any harms.

 

 

The time of the year suddenly changes,

I had no time to see many stranges.

I hope that my heart will be...

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I stepped outside and the sound of my feet made me nervous as I slowly walked along a neverending thick white floor.

The snow clung to my boots as if to find some warmth or maybe a hug.

Within minutes my hands were stiffened by the icy air that felt strong enough to slice through my stone cold fingers.

I should have wore gloves, I said to myself as I made 2 fists and buried them deep insi...

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December Collage Poem: Waves

Swansea waves words at passing poets

 

The twenty-fifth day is long and in others souls,

A week later we enter the next chapter with

New raging goals.

 

Kissing capitalism's ass and not mine

Highway traffic moves in waves,

Or should that be it crawls like a crab

 

Marrying a woman from East Texas

She cooked Christmas pudding for dinner each night

In peanut and r...

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December Collage Poem: Disappointment - Part 2

Crossing over reflections

Mirroring his own life

 

Life is disappointing; but love is always

beautiful, even across dreary railway tracks

kniving through his childhood

 

Hair kissed under Homeric stars

Whatever the weather.

 

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Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night

 

Pining with your sisters

in every other garden.

Laying used and violated

next to the shed.

 

Tinsel traces

like expensive jewellery

draped from your

denuded, coat-hanger, limbs.

 

Ribs of dry twigs

poke from your green dress.

Ripped and torn

by seasons greetings.

 

Where once your heart

beat fast and true

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