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November and December

change in the seasons; change for the Santa Claus.

change in attitude. do we change at all?

give up the spare change you collect all year long. 28 more words

Just Thinking

A Broken Watch

Here am I,
Trapped in time,
Between old rhymes
And dark dark lines.

I watch and 77 more words

Poems

Stuck At The Minus

Do you remember the time you forgot the time?
The clock raced but you were encased
in this perfect moment,
with me.

Icicles reached for the ground from the tips of branches… 154 more words

Poem

Untitled Lines

The age of dreams has died
forgotten with each morn
which binds our waking eyes
to imagination’s dawn

Poetry

Glimpses

I mix about and silhouette
with spices, airs and colors.
It is jumbled, though – my palette-
perhaps wearisome for others. 71 more words

Poetry

Glimpses

I mix about and silhouette
with spices, airs and colors.
It is jumbled, though – my palette-
perhaps wearisome for others.

I may pepper paste with sweetness, 65 more words

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The small hours

Five a.m. It’s very quiet
not a sound here to be heard
Just the ticking of the mantle clock
and an early morning bird 27 more words

Poetry