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Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Until I cry: NO MORE SHALL I TAKE
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...


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Abigail

Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision

Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing 

Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When

Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.


                                - Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -


Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To

Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And

Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom


                                  - Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -


Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting

Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.

Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled 

Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The

Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The 

Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from 

Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched

Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.


                                     - It Hit The Back Harder -


Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand

From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.


                                      - He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -


"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.


                                       - His Hope For Her Had Withered  -


Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,

Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles

Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,

Never Fully Understanding Where She Was 

Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.


                                        - Her Words Stifled By Mucus -


Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,

He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.

It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected

Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,

Delicately Supporting Her Neck.


                                         -  And Laying Her Down -

                                                         - He Kisses Her Forehead -

                                                                       - "Goodbye My Sweet" -


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Sanctuary Found

S  S  S  S  S  S S  S  S         Surely 
A  A  A  A  A  A A  A         Arrogance has 
N  N  N  N  N  N            No foothold in heaven. 
C  C  C  C  C             Can conceit claim your favor, God?  
T  T  T                  They think You cannot see their callous hearts.  
U  U  U  U  U             Unfair! their lives are so easy.  
A  A  A  A  A A             At last, I see their end.
R  R  R  R  R  R R  R        Refuge, you are!
Y  Y  Y  Y  Y  Y Y  Y  Y         You reign!


an acrostic rictameter
inspired by Psalm 73:17


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when she says no

this was inspired by a relly good friend her name is aleera her like other girls were raped by 
a stupid man so i just want to post this to show you that i care for you aleera i hope he rots 
in jail

W en your with a girl respect her
H e raped her and other women too 
E nough is enough 
No more

S he loved you and you took advantage of that
H e lost all of her trust she’s afraid now 
E ven if you say sorry 

S he will never forgive you
A ll of her family wants you to rot in jail
Y ou said she wanted it when she said no
S ee you are nothing but a looser your nothing
S he is now happy with out you
T o your info next time when she says no that mean stop
O n the next time you try to do that
P robably this time she wont be afraid and she will turn you in


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Intricate Tsunami

Time Drains it,
Into The Nuclei
Mixed memorandum
Exits Life Exquisite.

Descent Failed,
Rigorous Vigor
Ammends Extatica.
Inhaled Through Alveoli,
Nearing your Destination,
Safe for brief minutes.

Intricate Tsunami,
Time Drains it.

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Acrostic on both sides, right and left of the poem.

Time Drains it boxes in the main body of the poem =]

Enjoy.


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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


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Winter Wonderland Acrostic

White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.

Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside?  You have to be very bold.
Lazy me.  I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do?  Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me.  I’m in the mood to get laid.

For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge


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It Sounds Good

It sounds good coming from our granddaughter
Grown up words she does not slaughter 
This is what they mean to me
In an acrostic form of poetry


T rying hard to grow so fast
E nrichining each moment that goes past
C atching the gaze of boys who drool
H appy in knowing she is so cool
N ever behind the clothing trend
I mpeccably dressed she can transcend
C osmestics now her latest phase
A lluring, her looks do amaze
L aughing  with a winning smile
L ovely eyes that could beguile
Y et an innocent young child

P erhaps through school days’ time will show
H ow fast this young lady may grow
Y ielding to the work and tests
S itting sometimes taking rests
I n order to see all around
C leverly her brain will bound
A chieving all she can possibly reach 
L ater relaxing on a beach
L oving the days of school for they say
Y es the best days of your life have soon gone away

E xpectations we will have for sure
M aybe she will reach them and endure
O r just in case ours are too high
T hen set her own to reach the sky
I n order that she will one day
O btain a job with exorbitant pay
N ot sit around and waste her time
A s that would be a dreadful crime
L astly remember she is still a child
L earning her way in a world defiled
Y earning only to find  herself

These are just three of the grown up words she will say
A child growing up who should take time for play
Use her brain to achieve the best she can be
It matters very much to me, for I love my granddaughter you see


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In the Moment

Inside your eyes is where time stands so still
Nuance of romance sweet my heart does thrill

There is no other place I'd rather be
Held in your arms is what life means to me
Eternal bliss you kiss into this time

Mad rush of passion tastes of the sublime
Oh, how your loving makes this moment last
More touches and my melting happens fast
Eternal pleasures in this moment live
No holding back, your all is what you give
To time I say, "Now bow your head in shame"


 For "In the Moment" is my lover's name!

Eileen

Late for contest. I had relatives staying over and have been busy. This poem is an acrostic done in iambic pentameter. Enjoy


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911—Underground Overtime Night Workers (Acrostic)

Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively

Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
 
© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.



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Evening--Acrostic




Every sunset brings back same melancholy
veil of twilight weeps over the silent earth
even chirping crickets stop to listen to her cry
nest bound birds forget their songs for a moment
in the sky stars wake up one by one
nobody comes though my door is partly open
gardenia too forgets to send me message.







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Placement --3rd (Oct--2013)

Contest--Acrostic poem

Sponsor--Andrea Dietrich

© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)


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Take Time Out

L one(ly) days need not be gray
O ffer yourself time away 
V isit the ocean blue
I ntrigue yourself with a sunset hue
N ature in her beauty can cure
G iving the soul a lavation, to make pure

T ake away the strain of stress filled days
H eavenly beach, spend time in sun's rays 
E levate yourself to where Angels play

L augh, twirl and spin
A ct like a child again
U rgency is pretend
G rant yourself time with a friend
H ave more than one week a year
T o make your life happy to bear
E nough relaxation and rest
R epent your dying, tired being to zest

O ften we ignore the signs
F or when it is our time

L isten to your body, your brain and heart
I promise you will not regret this part
F or there I have been, many a time
E venings filled with loving the laughter of life - so fine.


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Time

Take time to be experience and experienced to be lived. Life is everywhere it implies anything. The cruel we wish for others can turn out to be the future we are planning for our very selves. The eye that sees evil is the eye that duels evil. Lack of amity the sense of humanity fading away float in time with open mind... A quest; a chance of riddled thought: An Answer; pained and overwroughtelected to be eliminated, my words are my deeds. I was not born to be bound but to fight for what I represent. Infinity squared, then seeks to find If bravely we have given all, for who can ask more of a man than giving all within his span, it seems to me, is not so far from – Victory. Therefore, the fates are seldom wrong, no matter how they twist and wind, It’s you and I who make our fates, we open up or close the gates, On the Road Ahead or the Road Behind. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken before God's last *Put out the Light* was spoken. Underneath the wagon where people search for answers while the question was never been asked but the look was already given. That simply lies in the steps we take and the fear.  Sensational revolutions the dynamic quell of life living in the wish and expectance of death! Let it be your wish equivalent to your will just when you have seen and experienced the sweetest tripods of life as life dimension its intact in tripods. When you have live to a certain point left with no other choice captured in sorrows living an unwanted life as if you are been punished. Its all a matter of time.     


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Only love keeps us dreaming

Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
 And every time it works out, you'd like to cash out
 Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side
 I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
Hope that we are destined and not testing out our luck
 Through all of the hands we hold, we’re losing in stamina
 So fade this scene, everyone’s watching a scripted lullaby
 Whatever your heart may feel won’t amount to the sex appeal
And every time it works out, you'd like to cash out
 Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side
 I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
We'll shimmer and grind our teeth 
At the thought of our competition fading
 We'll speak in monologues
 Well I am waiting, I am waiting
This could be a test of desire, so stay 'til the lights burn out
 Dreams are unoriginal, and movement traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
"If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
 "If you play your numbers..." 
Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs
 Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen
 Sight but without depth perception
Sight but without depth perception
 Sight but without depth perception
 We'll shimmer and grind our teeth 
At the thought of our competition fading
 We'll speak in monologues
 Well I am waiting, I am waiting
I'm writing for playing on an empty hand
 Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end? 
I'm writing for playing 
Is ambition all we'll ever have?


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Unemployed

Unbelievably
Numbing
Experience;
Monotonous
Planning;
Lost
Optimism;
Yesterday,
Everyday…
Demeaning


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If I Need a Friend Maybe Run Acrostic

(from Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkle)

If is such a weak word, it branches, crackling under foot.
You know it, but you use it to sing me into sleep, never suspecting
need dangles down upon my head, tickling and wrapping
a comforting hand upon my qualms. If lets you back out
friend, but you wait more patient than the coming of snow.

I'm me, its enough. My ifs and ands are more numerous than leaves
sailing as I kick them about. Leaves don't crackle, they weep
right into the concrete meaning of our existence. Uncertain moment
behind a closed door.  Certain moment under a bed of dirt
like hugs from relatives you've never met before.

A friend though eclipses the daylight, becomes lightning to
bridge over or explode into laughter, where do I put them?
Over one shoulder like cast spilled salts? That seems sly,
troubled. Can I weave them together and have life?
Water offers that but slips away, how then bugs? Ducks?

I slip into water as easily as ifs are thrown into the winds.
Will my hair blow like an arrow toward fate or does chance
ease into icicles. They're weapons, ifs, ands, buts, maybes.
Your friendship is such, dressing and undressing like fashion
minds the sales racks. Still though, I'm glad that you and ifs are here.


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Beach Time

B ack to the lake for some fun in the sun,
E veryone will be there it’s gonna be fun,
A ll together until the day is done,
C ooking some dogs and roasting some buns,
H ot sun blistering since the day first begun;

B eing with the friends that we’ll meet,
L ather up sunscreen, to block out the heat,
A ll our friends here at the beach,
N ow the foods done, who’s ready to eat,
K nowing this day is truly a treat
E ating and joking until the day is complete,
T he burning sand baking our feet;

B elieve me when I say it was a blast,
I  hope that our fun won’t end fast,
N ow we have memories that I know will last,
G ood food good friends, time went too fast,
O ne day soon we’ll have to revisit this past!


~Tirzah Conway~


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Teaching a Young Lover

The first time witnessing the twain mountain peaks,
High above the echoes of our heart beat,
Erected I stood, in awe I stare, with eyes devouring nature’s beautiful souvenir.

Below the Twin crags fingers softly stroll along a sweat drenched path.
Inch by inch digits artfully tread around a shallow furrow.
Racing heart beats are like the wings of a thousand sparrows.
Down in yonder valley two fingers gently creep.
Skin shivers on the mound where the fescue freely grows. 

Along the cleft, in the distal knoll, a tributary streams.
Near the wet land is a cave, a place of fertile dreams.
Desire drives daring digits to dive deeper into the warm unknown.

Tell me lover, tell me more about the birds and the bees.
How did the stork bring mother a girl like me?
Every time you’re next to me, what is it that I feel?

Blazing like a fire is this tension in my blood.
Enthralled me with your touch
Engulf me in your love. 
Serinade me with these words: "I love you, oh so much."


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Thanksgiving

T houghtfully open heart in thankfulness
H onoring God for graciousness, unlimited access

A nd remeber all things in appreciativeness
N ot forgetting air we breath, blue sky we have in excess

K nights and princesses; children of the Living God
S ing a joyful song praising Him don't put on grand facade

G ive of yourself in thanks and rejoice in His love
I nvite the Holy Spirit to dwell within your heart dove

V ictory can be yours each step of the way my friend
I f time in God's presence in praise and worship daily spend

N ow is the time in His presence and purpose to remain
G ratitude said for all of life's pleasures even life's pain.


S tillness and quiet each day spend time thank God for each and everyone

This is a combination Acrostic and couplets..
My understanding that Acrostics do not rhyme but mine is actually couplets written in poulter's measure..A person who sold eggs would sometimes give a dozen eggs for a price and sometimes if the hens were laying extra good a person would get 14 eggs of the same price..Lucky them..So 12/14 in rhyming couplets..

Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Count Your Blessings
Date Written: Monday, November 19, 2012

Finis


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Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....


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Captcha - WHKT

Where did yesterday go?
How quickly it passed me by.
Keeping time from escaping my grasp,
Tis an impossible task.


8/6/13
Kim Merryman
For Adam Hapworth's Captcha contest


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Photo

Picture a moment in time
Held captive in a frame
Old memories come back to life
Treating us to glimpses
Of treasures from the past


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Time

There never seems to be enough,
	When having fun, and doing “stuff.”
If only we had reserved some
	Instead we find that we now have none.
My how it does seem to fly,
	Often to the point of questioning why.
Especially at those times it’s discovered
	That, from wasting it, we never recovered. 


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Everytime I Look Around The Corner

I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/ 
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
 I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/ 
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
 I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/ 
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
 The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
 I try and overcome my own selfish greed/ 
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/ 
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
 But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
 Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/ 
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
 help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/ 
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....


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Tardis

Time
Altering
Dr
In
Space


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Vanity of skin

Beauty's power is what you seek,
Everlasting things you want,
Always skin perfection on the cheek
Under seductive eyes that taunt.
Towards shapes and shades and light
In small glitter boxes stays your full delight.
Finesse, longevity and everything godlike;
Unless you want time to succeed,
Loftiness is just the friend you need.


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sunset

Beautiful sunset.
Earth meets the sea.
A time of wonder, a time of glee.
Children are at play.
Happy in the day.
Bejeweled and bathed in flickering light.
Lovers embracing, holding on tight.
Another day closing, the end of a dream.
Nothing remaining, it’s part of the scheme.
Kaleidoscope of colors will slowly die.
Even the fireflies don’t know why. 
The fires are lit and a new life unfolds.
Beyond in the night, moons light holds.
In the rising of the stars, the day will fade.
Nightime settles on our lonely glade.
Gone is the light, the dark closes in.
Only till morning a new day begins.

for beach blanket bingo 6/14/2011
also entered in all summer is in 7/10/2013 please disallow if previous contest entry is not allowed. 

Russell Smith


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Fall Foliage


F ire on horizon this time of year,
A utumn ushers in winter’s sear.
L ight slowly fades a bit each day,
L ess time now for outdoor play.

F loods of colour on the trees,
O ccur before the big freeze.  
L eaves scatter as rain falls, 
I t’s our warning - winter calls.
A maple leaf gives the best show,
G olds, reds, orange all aglow.
E njoyed by all - a Thanksgiving.




Written August 27, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest
“Autumn Acrostic”


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Another New Year

Again it begins, another round
New in name, same in sound.
Overrated and welcomed with pride
Til tomorrow comes and it's tossed aside.
Happily declared with promises and dreams,
Eve comes and goes without losing steam
Rushing away as time moves on, coldly.

Night turns to day. The date changes, only.
Eventually the hopes and dreams are gone.
Withered and wasted, but dreamers move on.

Yesterday is gone, and so are easy days,
Easygoing life torn up and washed away.
And this new year that's come is just the same.
Really the number is all that has changed.


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Will You Follow Him

F  ollow Him wherever He leads
O  ften though over a mountain steep
L  eading onward into troubled seas
L  earn to trust Him in every deed
O  pportune time is now here
W aiting will put your soul in need

H onor Him for He is near
I  nto your heart invite Him
M inutes tick now is the time