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Best Poems About / On APRIL
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April
Still an irritating wind;
Vestiges of stubborn grey
Jibing us of recent winter blight.
Its coming though like perky breasts
Pushing through a blouse
Teasing, pleasing in its tantalising play:
Warmth of youth in April sun
Simmering off depression,
Brains retuned; remapped for fun.
April is a portal
Smoothly transitions
Delicate dispositions suchlike mine,
Easing hunched bodies into
Summery smiles.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mark R Slaughter
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April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you cant stay -
You have to move on till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
Youll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
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Mark R Slaughter
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I'm April the seventh
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with drops of rain beating my heart away
with drops of wine dried in my mouth
and tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
sitting in the dark room
after a head over heal night
and the tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
I'm April the seventh
Lazarus's Saturday and children's bells
all tinkling across my street
all tinkling across my heart
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a scarf around my neck
and high heels on my feet
and the tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a book I'm about to read
a cigarette I am about to smoke
and the tango I've just danced
it's April the seventh
I'm April the seventh
Lazarus's Saturday and children's bells
all tinkling across my street
all tinkling across my heart
it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with a kiss left on my left hand
feet shuffling all along the floor
and the tango I've just danced
all tinkling across my heart
Miroslava Odalovic
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APRIL and a FOOL
APRIL and a FOOL
Aprils Fool day
Preceded her
April Fools day
by just one fool;
ME
That day before
I had a Life,
the next day
I had a wife;
SHE.
As Aprils Fool
on April One
I said we do
and thus began
the fun.
Smiling impatiently
The Fools of April One,
SHE and ME
Became a
WE
April Fool
Im single still!
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Rhey W. Hedges, April 1,2007
RHEY W. HEDGES
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