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"carryovers" poems
A New Year… A new year has come! No carryovers! Let us remain in perfect health and celebrate. A new year with new goals, A new year where we will try our best to achieve all our goals, A new year were our goals shall be accomplished, A new year filled with showers of blessings from God, January till December! A new year , another year added to our age With new things everyday A new year, is always New Wishing You a Happy New Year!
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Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 6:35 AM UTC
New Year Poem
Perchance it loves me too? <> Vicki and patty m. <> no one loves the same, the moon, or me, or you two too, exactly exact, or, especially each other every stream of light refracts differentiation, rays scattered and triggering you-know-what it is never by perchance, always by first glance rays that are moon ordained, plotting paths on the river and bay that check my souls consternation asking me nightly, come walk on water, come to visit me, when I am a verdant blue once upon a time, the moon would come to me by early afternoon, so had a doubleheader of celestial admirable moon, for its plotting morning carryovers going all the way occasionally to afternoon sunlight, as if it is like love that passes through a checkpoint, saying, see! a safe transition to the east/west passageway of your humanity heavenly inclusive I’ve loved creatures, human and even better than them, feminine and masculine, never made any difference, for it was never a competition my whole soul went wet, Olson, from then till now, when the love word escaped my lips, troublemakers, happily, the misery it provided was ecstasy, made the poem solutions even better but by now, august August, woe within me, strong the sadness, the end of summer chilling forces, makes sure the dividing line is redrawn and love and moonlight, once inseparable, are again fully distinct and perchance, come September hopefully I’l forget and I won’t remember all the rest, just the best of the best of you two poets scheming, how to enlighten the world with blue moon words 2:16pm,Sunday August 25 2019
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Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
Perchance it loves me too?
Perchance it loves me too? <> Vicki and patty m. <> no one loves the same, the moon, or me, or you two too, exactly exact, or, especially each other every stream of light refracts differentiation, rays scattered and triggering you-know-what it is never by perchance, always by first glance rays that are moon ordained, plotting paths on the river and bay that check my souls consternation asking me nightly, come walk on water, come to visit me, when I am a verdant blue once upon a time, the moon would come to me by early afternoon, so had a doubleheader of celestial admirable moon, for its plotting morning carryovers going all the way occasionally to afternoon sunlight, as if it is like love that passes through a checkpoint, saying, see! a safe transition to the east/west passageway of your humanity heavenly inclusive I’ve loved creatures, human and even better than them, feminine and masculine, never made any difference, for it was never a competition my whole soul went wet, Olson, from then till now, when the love word escaped my lips, troublemakers, happily, the misery it provided was ecstasy, made the poem solutions even better but by now, august August, woe within me, strong the sadness, the end of summer chilling forces, makes sure the dividing line is redrawn and love and moonlight, once inseparable, are again fully distinct and perchance, come September hopefully I’l forget and I won’t remember all the rest, just the best of the best of you two poets scheming, how to enlighten the world with blue moon words 2:16pm,Sunday August 25 2019
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