David Howerton Poems

Less time day ends soon
November warm quiet
gentle whisper of wind
in digger pines.
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Pushed hard (adjusting chair)
didn't feel so good anymore.
Face red, jaws clinched
breath slow waiting
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Feelings short
tight want to yell
anything and everyone.
Yet holding it
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It is sad being in bed
unable to sleep
feeling muscles and back ache.
Take some solace
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Gather handfuls miners lettuce
bright green
wet in early morning
some rosemary
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Old books piled
every dusty room
notebooks scattered
on every stack.
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Well, well
spent most of day
sitting feeling sorry
now stars coming out
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When quiet drained waiting calm
evening comes tired look at book
sit with cup of tea and book
have a wonderful night.
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Spent to much
going through old clothes,
didn't help just made
room more of a mess.
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Listen dream reach beyond the end.
Don't settle for little things
drifting along slow moving sewers
of accepted morality.
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