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3 Haiku for Spring

Spring is on the wing

Seasons forever changing

Summer on the way

 

Wild geese appear

Robins nesting in tree tops

Signs of spring are here

 

Trees burst into leaf

Frozen limbs no longer bare

Harbingers of life

 

4/14/19

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The Season of cleanse

I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Has...

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Remember the guy

Remember the guy

November the fifth, bonfire night, to celebrate guy and set him alight
Fireworks shooting, up in the night sky, kids watching them going, ever so high
Flashing and banging, exploding in light, giving the kids, a most wonderful sight
The wood is stacked, and been set to flame, for the Children that gathered, 
The children that came,
The flames go up licking his feet, burnin...

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Confessions Of A Self-Berating Splurger - A seasonal ditty

 

I know I’ve got a lot of stuff and no, I don’t need much more.

I know advertising’s full of guff and persuasion is what it’s for.

I know others needs are greater, but too often I forget

As I’m a self-berating splurger, oft wracked with deep regret.

 

No matter if you’re measuring in common, pounds or pence,

Too often it would seem that we have more money than sense.

I kno...

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