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A Poem for February by James Lott Jr.


A Poem for February

its still icey there

Its nice and warm here

We are in the middle of time

Next month brings such promise of rebirth and renewal

I stand in excitement until then

But I need to enjoy February

For what it is

The shortest month of the year

Black History Month

Presidents month

My sisters birthday month

And treat it with respect

Each day that arrives.



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Friday the 13th Eve: A Poem

Friday the 13th: A Poem


Today is Thursday the twelfth.

Time to put any superstitions on the shelf.

Black Cats and Ladders and Mirrors are fine.

So are Not crossing your fingers, picking up pennies and opening umbrellas inside.

Knock on wood.

Knock on wood.

Knock on wood.


Problems don’t come in threes.

Three sixes don’t bring fleas.


Leave the rabbit alone.

Or make a wish on a wishbone.

Beginners Luck has no place in my home.


Friday the 13th is just another day to me.

It’s the day after Thursday the 12th .

It’s the day before Saturday the 14th.

And this poem only rhymes a little.

Now I must throw salt over my shoulder.

But I forget which one!

By James Lott, Jr 2015



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