Peter A. Witt
Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor. He also writes family history with a book about his aunt published by the Texas A&M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Fleas on the Dog, Inspired, Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, New Verse News, and WryTimes.
About Peter A. Witt
Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor. He also writes family history with a book about his aunt published by the Texas A&M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Fleas on the Dog, Inspired, Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, New Verse News, and WryTimes.
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In Praise of Banging — poem unrhymed
Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor. He also writes family history with a book about his aunt published by the Texas A&M Press. His poetry has been published on various sites including Fleas on the Dog, Inspired, Open Skies Quarterly, Active Muse, New Verse News, and WryTimes.
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Silence — poem unrhymed
"...Headstones mark the life of one long past..."
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Leaving Me Softly — poem unrhymed
"...when the sun casts golden hues over the valley mountains..."
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Poems in the Breeze — poem rhymed
"...tales of soulful scenic wonder,,,"
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Rain — poem unrhymed
"...then the bang of the barn door..."
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Headline: Washing Machine Eats Socks — poem unrhymed
"...I know a pair of each was there when start was pressed..."
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Requiem — poem unrhymed
"... a package being dropped off for storage..."
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Poetic Recipe — poem unrhymed
"Poetry is a dash of salt and a pinch of pepper mixed with silvery shallots..."
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First Squeeze — poem unrhymed
"...zest of orange permeating the breeze...."
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Woke Poetry — poem unrhymed
"...Brevity demands the perfect six words to express love..."
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Old Red Barn — poem unrhymed
"...didn
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Loud and Proud — poem unrhymed
"...singing a song stolen yesterday..."
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Elder Repairs — poem unrhymed
"...too many cracks, too many places where water seeps through..."
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Where you'll find me when my poetry days are done — poem unrhymed
"...see the bluebonnets blazing in a spring meadow..."
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Chickadees were silent at 3 a.m. — poem unrhymed
"...on a night when fading leaves lay still on the trees..."
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Not sure where I am, but know where I ain’t — poem unrhymed
"...and isn't my backyard, no matter how much time we spend mowing the lawn and weeding..."
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Days of the Week — poem unrhymed
"...whispering cowbirds wishing to be great horned owls..."
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Shiny Red Shoes — poem unrhymed
"...she ran here, there, everywhere, around the house, the yard..."
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Chair Memories at the Inn — poem unrhymed
Peter A. Witt is a Texas Poet and a retired university professor.
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Poetry is my wife — poem unrhymed
"...the sudden desire to be alone for seemingly endless hours..."
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On a farm that disappeared — poem unrhymed
"...the aroma of pot roast, sweet corn, fresh baked bread..."
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Joyce's Garden — poem unrhymed
"I watch her clearing wilted flowers from her garden..."
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Silent Night — poem unrhymed
"...random thoughts floated in the shadows..."
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Roadkill — poem unrhymed
"...old men discuss the past at the one diner left..."
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Bananas, Lemons, and Ice Cream — poem unrhymed
"...perhaps it will come to me in a midnight dream..."
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I could forever watch you — poem unrhymed
"...warm with love and wisdom..."
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Living like a Bluebird — poem unrhymed
"...His absence stains my heart..."
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The early bird gets to do the weeding — poem unrhymed
"...the grey of winter was about to be buried..."