Dan Hanosh Poems

Through the trees, opaque
billowy pillows, splash on
an azure canvas, sailing furiously,
beyond my view.
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I move my pen across
the parchment, sometimes with
such precise strokes,
proceeding without
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A dark gloomy scene
fills my window pane
a cool breeze blows
suggesting rain
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The time was not right,
is it ever, you had
your life, I had mine,
infatuation, maybe, maybe love.
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That fateful day in
September, fear surfaced
For a nation, once again.
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fills my senses
browns, oranges, yellows
meld into the sky, a
back dropp for this
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Bombarded by worries
of money and time
maybe my dream needs
to be put on hold
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her silken fibers worn by the wind and rain
cling to her feeble shoulders a painted facial
tautness grainy as parchment screams for the sun’s
sweet rays her smile beams brightly clover among
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Many years have past since
I’d been a gung-ho youth of fourteen
Vietnam had been a child-like fantasy of
glory and honor cradling me proudly
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Nothing matters
when happiness alludes
not the environment
not peace not family not
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