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Best Poems From
DAN HANOSH
(11/10/1957)
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And Calmness Comes
Bombarded by worries
of money and time
maybe my dream needs
to be put on hold
forever... But I cant
So I respond with
thought filled
prophecies... Somehow
I justify myself
and calmness comes.
Dan Hanosh
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A Chill
fills my senses
browns, oranges, yellows
meld into the sky, a
back dropp for this
autumn day.
Released,
a leaf tumbles,
slowly
falling, slowly
rotating.
Caught by a breeze,
the rusty fingers
slithering from
tree to tree, branch
to branch.
Floating, plummeting
toward the ground,
its blanket of
velvet leaves, maples,
walnuts, and birches.
Winds catch the oaken
fingers sending them skyward,
rolling them slightly,
across the street,
over the creek.
Swirling them,
toward the surface of the water,
touching, capturing, sending
them far away,
forever.
Dan Hanosh
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Can Words Be Lonely as a Place
The revolving strobe of the lighthouse
dances brightly against the rocky coast
and out of the salty surf rises the rough
rigid rocks from beneath the waters
of the bay a crusty crib cradles its only
child with an island of silt and rock
the oceans mightiest efforts continually
challenge its engineering prowess pounding
pounding
its once stout walls crumble rust stained
brown the crimson roofs faded pink
a tattered shred of flag flaps above the
peeling white paint rope-less clothes poles
tilt worn and weak waiting and the light
still revolves in the night and yet the
darkened door remains solidly closed
forever... now I ask you can words
be lonely as a place.
Dan Hanosh
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Caught in a Breeze
Grains of sand,
sift, through
my fingers,
Falling, for a moment,
tiny particles, adrift,
toward the ground,
Instantly, their
destiny, becomes a thing
of chance,
Caught in a breeze,
some spread their wings,
achieving, new heights,
The rest, slowly,
falling, to be with
the others.
Dan Hanosh
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