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Details | Quatrain | |

The Rose

Tis the rose that wants to live
That rails against the frost,
Tightly closed, the petals warm
The autumn heart that summer lost.

The dew that drips from rose to leaf
Like tears from cheek to breast,
Once was cold, now shimmers warm
To earn, at last, its' rest.

The blackened bud, once struck with cold
Appears to others dead,
But burns within, a passionate soul,
And heart of bright and crimson red.

And bursting forth it cannot hide
The will to live within,
Its' bold and subtle softness tells
Persistent hearts can win.

Craig Cornish
This quatrain poem was written twenty plus years ago and was inspired by a true frost bitten rose at a truly emotional time and its story and message is real and still lives.  I brought the rose in and put it in a vase and it opened to be a perfect rose and like the rose love did the same.



Details | Free verse | |

AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Pages

Seasons come 
And seasons go
In all of the above
Her colours flow
 
Just like pages
In a book
What the seasons bring
Are worth a look
 
Spring brings life
In many ways
The sun radiates
From warm awesome rays
 
The summer oozes
With blooms and colours
Greenery greens
Canopy covers
 
The winter decides
Who lives and dies
The reader dissects
In passionate cries
 
But the season for me
Are the Autumn Pages
It's decision to end
In colourful stages
 
 
This poem came to me as i was reading poems by Autumn Page.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php


Details | Free verse | |

Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

The sun had a way, of lighting the fires that would often die, and turn to ash, and dash our hope The wind had a way, to spread the flame, to light the way or die in vain Sun-ripe gold and red leaves have lined each trail and every road with heavy brilliance Our eyes, perhaps unwise, were often blinded by the glare But embers, frozen there, remained alive Approaching autumn, there is new fire Ripe with the sun, we have been shaped and formed grieving over postscripts, of a faded summer sky while the outstretched arm of autumn reaches through the trees--- Her leaf-fluttered hand opens fingers wide brushing passed branch silhouettes, to look into the sky and has tossed the evening embers to light our way
________________________________________________________ For Gail's Contest: Where Frozen Embers Still Burn 8/27/14


Details | Pantoum | |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.


Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Details | Free verse | |

Transitory

“Look up,” she cried,
And the rains came swiftly,
Overwhelming her youth
With migrant purpose.

Summer’s demise,
So abrupt,
Interrupted her sound-scape,
Giving her pause.

“Look around,” she said,
And autumn bowed to her,
A colorful character
In shades of golden afternoons.

Sequestered among
Such vividness,
She found solace and comfort
Through the grace of experience.

“Look up,” she laughed,
And silver dusted her hair,
Weighing the diversity
She wore as a crown.

Abstract changes
Became her teacher,
A benevolent
Yet unforgiving presence.

“Look around,” she said,
And spread her arms wide,
Dancing in the perspective
Of winter.

This life is transitory,
Best marked
By the seasoning
Of one’s attitude.


Details | Tanka | |

Gracefully Bows As She Leaves

Forest alive now
Autumn colors brilliant glow
Poplar_ Maple grow
Colors seen_red, yellow, rust
Auroras of autumn flow

Elegantly dressed
For the last ball before snow
She smiles at artist
As he gathers paints blends shades
Painting her colorful gown

As sunlight dances 
Against gown that glows with dew
Gracefully she bows
As bare limbs begin to show
Last of grace before first snow


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Inspiration

I never knew I'd be in heaven
In the autumn of my years,
Or that I'd be immerged
In the brilliant art of words,
Or float above operatic notes,
Or view ballet through
My elated tears.

I never thought I'd meet
Inspiration face to face,
Or feel it rise within me
With a poet's surrendering grace.
I just know that I'm contented
As profound love keeps flowing
From my impassioned heart.
This is the gift that artists
Of this world yearn to impart.

© Connie Marcum Wong


Details | Verse | |

Sunlight



~ My golden love of autumn morn touch so delicate this heart torn with amber streaming light adorn and peaceful hues of grace You touch this soul, again reborn a loving interlace... You rise above the mountain height's with calming rays of loving light where ocher words of hymn's recite and emerald vale receive I lay in warmth my soul ignite's as one with God, I cleave... ~ ________________ Rime Couee


Details | Rhyme | |

The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Details | Rhyme | |

When Autumn Comes

When autumn comes to drop it's leaves.
Unreconciled, the branches greive.
To enter winter's long goodbye.
Awaiting spring, again to sigh.

Amidst the heat of summer's sun.
The planted seed will soon be done.
Only the rain of heavens love.
Can help the plant rise up above.

The seasons we all have to live.
Are waisted if we don't forgive.
A heart that's full of pain and sorrow.
Requires hope to meet tomorrow.

When someone needs a helping hand.
It's nice when they can join the band.
To know that they can sing along.
To harmonize in life's long song.


Details | Free verse | |

Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song
 In early morning’s misty light
 Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
 In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
 Turned yellow gold
 Surround her so pretty,
 Her song to me. Yes, I know 
the lark sings to me 

Its cheery new day song,
 As if there were no tomorrow –
 It whistles in the evening 
as if there were no
 Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
 By another, oh! What a lark!
 What a pair they make!
 I remember those same two larks
 Not far in the past –
 
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
 Day after day and through the summer; he
 Could go nowhere without her.
 He, was the one who sang to her
 Each new morning, the one
 Who courted her till each sundown,
 Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
 
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
 The one she could love forever, together
 They had built the nest for their offspring
 Now grown,
 Now gone.
 They’d been inseparable from day one,
 Even bickering, just two souls
 Disagreeing - still, he sang
 To her in the morning, sang to her
 Under the setting sun, and
 
In the autumn of their life
 They sang together, cheery
 As if there were no tomorrow
 Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
 
This morning
 I let out a sigh
 Remembering so well
 The dream I once held
 So tight.
 Will it come to pass?
 The answer came
 From the larks song each morning,
 Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
 Whistle in the evening,
 As if there were no yesterday,
 And I sing each day
 With faith.
 I whistle each evening
 To not let the sun go down
 On the morose, My love,
 
I will not let you down.
 
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12


Details | Rhyme | |

Stone Flowers

Posted - 08/18/2005 :  16:22:45       


In north-west Indiana
on a meager patch of ground,
stone flowers greet the morning,
stillness there, no other sound.

I walk among the headstones
taking note of those I knew,
thinking about their loved ones,
how their courage saw them through.

There is no stone to guide me
to the one I came to see,
his ashes had been scattered
on a hill of sapling trees.

Thirty years have come and gone,
he would surely be amazed,
little trees, now fully grown,
all aglow in autumn blaze.

I stand in awed silence
as the sun comes streaming through,
my Father was my best friend
and the greatest man I knew.

 


Details | Quatrain | |

Into Autumn we Walked

We waved goodbye to the summer skies
As we walked below the last canopies of green
Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms
Appreciative as we witnessed her scene

Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed
Butterflies and insects buzz out another year
Yesterdays scents captured in our minds
Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears

The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes
Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall
We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze
To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral

The evening descends absorbing the light of the day
Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black
Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark
This seasonal change shows no lack

Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park
Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views
We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes
My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-9.php


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn Captured

Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting

I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture

The bluest of sky seeps through a canopy I behold
Mirrored on the stream it's dreamy blues unfold

Ancient stones sit like islands in the sun
Creating ripples of motion in downstream run

But it's the avenue of colours that delights my eyes
Season after season she always leaves her surprise

Greens mix with golds, ochres yellows, reds and browns
A spectacular collage paints this bright Autumn gown

Within weeks to a month until the last leaf falls
Then her seasons move on as Winters installed







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-11.php


Details | Imagism | |

Adventures Of The Little Red Ribbon

A cold, cold autumn wind,
Tickles my edges to the frills.
Making me wave to the people,
And starts to give me the chills.

Now a stronger gust,
Lifts my silken body free.
My shiny red skin shimmers,
For all the world to see.

Soaring like an eagle,
Two wings flapping bold.
Gliding past a homeless man,
Who tries to bear the cold.

Whizzing by a baker’s window,
Scents of pastries so yummy.
Glazed delights all so tasty,
Oh I wish I had a tummy.

Well, I suppose it’s best,
No watching calories or fat.
No diets and no exercise,
Well, what do you think of that?

Flying high with no care,
And free with utter delight.
Floating about until dusk,
That soon shall turn to night.

Few leaves play with me,
Falling from nearby trees.
Racing past me quickly,
Riding the autumn breeze.

My red serpent tail,
Rattles like a song.
Descending to pavement below,
And starts to slither along.

As I creep on by,
Hunting no prey at all.
Slipping down a storm drain,
Floating with the fall.

Tunnels with brown water,
Lead to a murky lake.
Silt crowds around me,
No fish here for Heaven’s sake.

Out here in this lake,
As one fisherman sits.
He nibbles on peaches,
And spits out the pits.

He carries at his side,
All that he holds dear.
A lonely soul he was,
Fishing this time of year.

He snags on my end,
And reels me to his side.
I curl up into a bow,
There is no reason to hide.

He smiles down at me,
And I gleam back too.
He places me in his pocket,
Knowing just what to do.

A few hours later,
He brings me back out.
To show to his daughter,
Who now begins to shout.

Her happy little grin,
A cheerful girlish giggle.
She waves me about,
Making me wiggle.

She shows me her dolly,
With old muddy hair.
And places me in it,
For me to take care.

I will make her pretty,
My red silk does shine.
This is where I’m happy,
I knew so all the time.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sweetly Fragrant

Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's  way

To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine

To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon

Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm


Details | Sonnet | |

I am Jacob

Not now the Egypt of my death for I
Have not seen my Bethel yet, nor have I
The coat of many colors made, let me meet
First the soft Rachel of my enslaved years
My heart for her cannot yield to defeat
No Esau can assault my love with fears
Bend me only fore the God of the sky
Bow me to meet his boundless sovereign eye.

Then I shall rise my new name a crown for kings
And bring that boy to bulwark mortal joy
In this Canaan, hear now my Rachel sings
Fox wit and grace, and love without alloy
I am Jacob, heir to the promise of God
Not yet to Egypt desolate I trod.
                   ii
Look now this sky, more blue than all I know
Taste this water, how calm the rivers go
Feel now this peace, the angels singing slow
And yet all these hours like a prison seem
Like solid bars around my silent dream.
It is not for heaven yet I toil today
My treasures I lay in love, and toil still
Till my bright Rachel heeds and come away,
Only my longing shackles here my will.

How then met I her  soft moon's loveliness
First amidst the thirsty creatures, I am
Jacob, I see His will, his plan to bless
If I be steadfast, and trust in the Lamb   
                   iii
I am Jacob, let me yearn, time's tame bars
Shall not my spirit's wings detain. Let toil
Not think it's too hard for me, I keep stars
In my loins to light my hope. Dreams recoil
Where love pushes me; my Rachel will be
Mine. This prison then of Laban's folly
Shall not crush my faith, in chains, yet I'm free
For grace my ransom paid. You may tally
Time in seconds brief, my God tallies it
In years. I am Jacob, soar my spirit
Now away, on angels ladder let me stay
Till Rachel brings anew my autumn day
For I shall claim atonement's jubilee
When her arms are wrapped tightly around me.
                 iv
Come now, my Rachel, give me jar and string
Let me from the deep well draw, let me bring
Cool as praise the water up, I'm Jacob
Sit here awhile, and with your servant sup.
Fairer art thou than Esau's riches now
Better than Isaac's legacy that I stole
For you the labor of my life I vow
More precious than Laban's cattle or gold.
How beautiful thy face, thy dove's eyes shine
Brimming my darkness with sweet stars and moon
Surely you are that bride, that gift divine
You are my soul's Eden abloom in June
Come now, Rachel, give Jacob jar and string
I claim you a kingdom for God my king.


Details | Rhyme | |

Tamed by a Red Rose

I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
 
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
 
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
 
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
 
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
 
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
 
Leaves flew
In sporadic directions
Tree's cried
Like hurtful infection
 
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
 
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
 
Staring, watching
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
 
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
 
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php


Details | Free verse | |

Down Fall

Pride and prejudice has been ripped from me,
and my strength has abandoned me,
yet my will still crashes against the 
breach within.
My citadel a long forgotten fortitude
left to rot and decay.
As my soul seeks refuge in other hosts
to take and mingle while balancing
my mental ballast before it erupts.
With guilt peeking in on me 
to remind me i'm still in debt.
While my Autumn years have yet to arrive,
I feel vandalized,sterilized,and alone.
The very root system of my essence
has retracted the twilight of my descent
is not as dark as one would imagine,and
yet I am still a minor in time and
I can not consent to my downfall.


Details | Acrostic | |

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
!!


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | I do not know? | |

A Ray of HOPE

Blinded by the lights;
But in a rainbow of the night,
A lone star
Shines just as bright.

With the rise of the muffled cries
 Of joyous pride,
A priceless moment captured in time.
As I stand within a crowd,
A memory is to last a lifetime.

With inpatient feet,
As the heart starts to beat,
No thought was conceived 
To what could be.

But here we stand,
Listening to the music from the band.
The ground starts to rumble,
For there was no fumble.

While at the end,
And all smiles aglow,
I look toward you,
 That gleaming star,
For that shimmering Hope you Bestowed on us,
And say, Thank you.


Details | Haiku | |

Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


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4 Jon On Our 22nd Wedding Anniversary

Your love is
quite sensational –

Your laughter tastes
    like spring-time rain

Your tears smell
    like sweet lemon flower petals

Your voice looks
    so 
    deeply 
    majestic

Your heart sounds
    like exquisite violin and harp concertos

And your eyes!

Your eyes feel
    like early autumn sunset’s amber-gold lengthening glow

Oh, my love, your love
is entirely, completely,
embracingly

Sen-sational!


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After Light the Fire

- a solo nijuin renku -

English version by Liviu Martinescu

the first butterfly
erupting crater
or sap at work in the grove

           a mountain sprig on fire
           two irises in bloom

the flames of those feathers
illuminate the cup
of our last tea

           the book as well as the candle
           transgress reality

winter moon
a spark of burning ice
over things from the past

           from the depths of the mirror
           render me this person to the snow

in your absence
moths swirl round
my eyesight

           the spurt of o symphony
           advancing in a mass of wax

sacred scarabaeous
that can only survive
by devouring itself
           
            how the passage of thoughts
            through the lamp bulb can hurt

two suns for one town
in a subterranean star
space is no more

            how the rainbow soaks up
            the light of angels

giving the wheel a spin
I could see against the spikes
her dreamlike face 

           the silence of the falling leaf
           on sizziling shoulders

sun-flooded gate
the moon bouncing off
every blessed chestnut

           when autumn comes the form takes off
           to the world of my other self

the blind musician
warming his hands
the red tulips

           I will only be able to play
           during that hour the clock utterly lacks

home again
the wild rose
curls round the guitar

           May wind dilating the fire
           after the light had its chance




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Legend of the Red October Run

Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.

There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.

By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.

“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.

The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.

Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.

Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.

No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers?  The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.

The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense 
   and find a way to win? 

Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?

Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.

It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be 
   ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?

The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.

Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.

Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.

Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.

Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered.  Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
    had been renewed,

There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.

For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.

But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.

At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”.  Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.

The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.

Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.

Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.

Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.

To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.

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Drop of Destiny

A thousand drops approach the fold.
Their mission, moisten, grains all whole.
To be lost when kneaded, tossed, or rolled.
Or mixed within the mixing bowl

For a lonesome drop, all hope depletes.
For surely will never be found.
This drop that missed its mark complete,
and splashed upon the ground.

To evaporate by afternoon
For the summer's call is warm
Sent drifting toward a midday moon
Soon to be one with the storm

It sees no point in constant whining 
over what may lie below
For in clouds it's found a silver lining
and is proud to be H2O

On a journey of falling, then drifting away
Spanning the world entire
A distant thought, that fateful day 
When measured and destined for fire

As summer rain, or autumn sleet
A drift of arctic snow
The ups and the downs do tend to repeat
But It's better than being the dough!



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Fox,Wolf,Coyote

P.D.'s Inner Quest.........................

__________
The Fox


 
rusty reddish coat
social in a cunning act...
a fox lingers free


 
a pre-dawn scavenge
vale of unknowing awaits...
slight movement, cautious


 
retreating homeward
a secure haven to feast...
anxious pups await

 
 
__________ 
The Wolf


 
passive and active
a painted face of beauty...
canis lupus thrive


 
the alpine pair climb
slow and deliberate movement...
together for life


 
a new season comes
basking in autumn sunlight...
a brilliant trek dreamed 
 
__________
The Coyote


 
opportunistic
along the foothills searching...
a lone Coyote roams


 
proud and elusive
a desperate plight to sustain...
a silent rain falls


 
a gift forsaken
preserving natures balance...
the jackal cries pain...


__________
CONTEST



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Change of Season, Change of Heart

 




T'was the autumn of his life,

It had not been easy for it had contained much strife.

Now that the light was growing more dim,

He realized that without much change his eternal future looked quite dim.




It wasn't that he did not believe, it just had not fit in with the life he had led,

Looking back, he wished he had made those better choices than the ones he made instead.

But time has a way of slowing us down so certain things more clearly we see.

Like how unimportant our priorities are when we humble ourselves in prayer on bended knees.




We are but servants to a just and mighty God who only wants to give the best to all of us,

But there are too many who serve the wrong one, the one who likes to see us fuss.

He leads us to believe we can do anything we choose,

( this counterfeit god ), but in the end he knows it is our soul we stand to lose.




He said with time on my hands, Lord, I've read your Word and understand,

How foolish and wrong we all are when we don't follow what you command!

And like children, this, when we obey, we in turn show our love for you,

And when we are disobedient, we offend you in all we do!




So Lord what days I have left, I will do my best to serve just you,

And follow your word so pure and true.

And when my course is run, and on that final judgment day,

I hope to hear “enter in” are the two words I hope to hear you say.


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Marriage and Love

Marriage gives life to love and love gives life to marriage.

In marriage, love means:
To know in your heart you were meant only for each-other.
To know that Heaven grew you apart and brought you together after the time you were meant to be molded to fit each-other.
To discover what it is to be best friends forever.
To discover what it is to love someone more than yourself.
To discover you are actually only a half and how much you need the other to be complete.
To discover the bonds that form when times get tough.
To discover how much more joy is multiplied when there is someone you love to share it with.
Each day is a day of discovery, a day to build your love, a day to make your bond stronger.

Marriage is:
To together choose one way, not one's own way.
To respect and honor with love the other over oneself or anyone else.
To compromise with each-other but never compromising each-other.
To know you are loved, cherished and needed whether fat or thin, well or ill, chirpy or
grumpy.
To live life's summer, winter, autumn and spring always being there for one another. 
To blend as one that over the years you feel as one and speak as one.
To be savored like wine, enriched by the passing of time.
To honor Marriage is to honor its Maker. To commit in marriage is to commit to its Maker.


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LOVE FOREVER FADES AWAY Leave you my tears

 LOVE FOREVER FADES AWAY!!!!   wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

Waving like the sea,
Your decision was bias.
You ought to give me wedding ring,
But set my dreams on fire.

Can you answer me for the single reason, what made you do this?
Was it the beauty? Was it the caste, or the complexion?

You said I am your love at first sight.
You were the one who took the initiative and intended to keep it up.
You were the one who delightedly filled my heart with zeal of love.
You were the one who elegantly filled the warmth of love in my soul.

Confronted with an unsolvable dilemma’s where there is no right answer, we always know the answer to everything.
But what you did? You just made false promises.
Still you define it as the love, true love?
Or the love that vanished with no reason.
Answer me, answer me, my thee??

Near the bandra reclamation,
Sitting at the amusement park,
You were the one who excitedly expressed your thirsty feelings.
You were the one who stared at me without closing your eyes for a single second.
But you were the one who set my dreams on fire.

You said you will ask your parent’s for lifetime commitment?
But I will ask you one thing, if you feel your parents will understand and decide your love,  then why you fell in love?
If you know that story wont line up with an happy ending, then what made you do this?
It’s just the pain you mounted on my heart. You just broke my heart.

When you blamed, that it’s the caste, it hurted me like hell.
Answer me my love, what made you do this?
I was happy being single.
Then, why you disturbed my life with no reason?
Then, why I got so much acquainted with you for all season?

It’s was so easy, that you picked up different slices of life but why Castism you did my almighty?
In the bruising darkness just left with ashes of memories, lying my face down in ignorance.
You broke my trust for all the life time in my way.
But still you left the happy prints, as a hope of ray.
It’s because of you, Love forever fades away.
But still left with the mementoes of yours, reminded me every day!!










Details | Free verse | |

Twofold - A Gift Returned

Through autumn chill of a twilight gray
My thoughts were as scattered as leaves in wind
I spied her walking, she looked alone
Alone, alone, in the cold afternoon

In utter gloom without a face
There was something compelling that caught my glance
In her stance, as she slowly passed 
A kindled sparkle in her eyes
Her ragged shawl, her worn out shoes
Yet still a smile, came shining through
Her figure dark, still carried on
I could not help, but turn around...

I wondered what her story told
What trials and pain, had brought her here?
No place to dwell?  My eyes welled up...
Caught up in tears like winter's rain

I called out "Please, ....what is your name?"
Am I a fool, to chance this game?
How many seasons have waxed and waned
Since last last I offered a heart of hope
To one who wears no wrap or coat?

I could not pass her on this road
I begged her now to share this load
I had this gift, though it was small....
What good, if I ignored the call?
I may be foolish....but do not care...
I am now compelled to share it all

I witnessed hope, and it was pure,
And I was sure

My money so well spent....I have no doubt
The sun is coming out, a light turned on...
I find my eyes are wet...the chill is gone
She's cried such grateful tears, I taste my own
I owe her more, than she could know
My heart so filled with gratitude
              ..........And I have grown

________________________________________________________


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The Wind

One moment a howling
Between forest and field,
Wind’s next moment bowing
Gentle feathers it wields.
 
Invisible shape and distinctness of scale
Wind answers to far more than only one name,
Typhoon or Cyclone, Tempest gust, Arctic gale
Moving the clouds aloft with little acclaim.
 
Harbor to winds that warm the Chinook
Wafting gently across moist Zephyrs,
Stirring waves untamed by grapple or hook
Tossing boats with ease and good measure.
 
Sometimes gusty and pure cold
Or the heat inside twisters,
By land and sea wind is bold
Oft raising blight or blister.
 
Power for sails or massive windmills
Making turns in the night and by day,
Wind remains hopelessly homelessly chilled
Constant churn keeping true rest at bay.
 
Winds have no real home or place to be boss
Solar winds in deep space, Greek Mistral—nature’s broom.
High swirling clouds—hurricane is aloft
African Sirocco, Arabian Simoom.
 
Tornado winds reach, winding down from above
Crossing flat plains, massive destruction they cause.
Wind shares in the draught and quite often will shove
White caps cross the seas to no Sailor applause.
 
Wind is a whisper between lovers and friends
Or violent blasts causing many to flee.
Wind may be broken to laughter—it depends,
Or angrily redressed many would agree.
 
Wind is enormous power and great force
Around every day for our unique use,
Invisible—merely harnessed by Norse,
Wind will forever remain on the loose.

© 2014, Michael Wegman


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Seedling Sky

Drifting languid, light 
upon the damp breeze,
the seeds of milk weed fairy fly
upon the aching air.
Snow white, weightless, dancers
skirts upturned before the coarser green
of velvet lawn they flee.
Backlit as virgin lovers 
upon the meadow’s spawn.
The castle walls dare not belay
the upward loft with daunting gray 
for on fragile wings in autumn damp
The world is full, a whorl in white.


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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To My Fellow Poet, Imaginist

There is a small group of poets I come across sometimes
who write in a very lucid and vividly concrete style which totally enchants
me because, unlike myself, they seem to do it effortlessly. They also
use images that are so unique, I can barely manage to think up
such unusual figurative language. For that reason, I made up the word "Imaginist."
One such poet who wrote in this style was Sondra Ball (recently deceased) 
who published the successful ezine, Autumn Leaves. Although this poem of mine
could refer to other poets I admire here at Soup as well, I dedicate it to her. 

It's not an easy thing for me-
that which you do with mind and 
matter ( paper; ink).
How the world so differently you see.
You startle senses with your
imagery.
Oh, were it so I too could seize
a moment;
throw it back to you
new (and incredibly concrete).
I think that would be indeed sweet.
God gifted you this thing–
this creativity,
and yes, you use it well,
in fact, beautifully.
Though what you do
day in and day out
may only come to me
infrequently,
I will plod along,
my words
to tout (or to flout)
what life is all about.
For you . . .
who fails to hesitate,
Time hasn't long to wait.
Pen in hand, do continue
to, most fruitful one,
proliferate.

For Amy Green's Contest: Wow Me With Inspiration
And now for PD's the free verse (old/new)Poetry Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Romanticism | |

It Was Always You

It was always you
For love sings thy name
The cool wisp of blushing lips
The chorus of springtime's first kiss
Which my heart still proudly bares
Without refrain

I can still feel your smile
A warmth that spurns
Winter's deepest dire
Shivering fears erased
Imperfections embraced
By the fingertips of faith's fire

It was always you
Who stayed trembling skies
Summer tears lead astray
As jagged nights bled day
The hand of autumn assuaged
For you always held mine
Without refrain

You are the rock
That shields my soul
The mirror time cannot break
Nor I could ever mistake
For being alone

It was always you


Details | I do not know? | |

Sun Following the Shadow

Past harks out in chirp, those sad lores
that have dried tears wrapped in autumn leaves
hopes and aspirations raped till blue
grief taped tight like glue.

Years went in events failed
in wounds ,salty fingers railed
everything tried 
eventually cried.

Now is no better
just got a broken one
and a bone setter
cracked three
as I tried
the jump,
did I crash
with a thump
that I did
did not matter
I won
a gold
in my hold
did ..!

This day and this hour 
seems like I pay well for
what I do win
with hard work or sin
with perspire or grime
but it is not all lime.

Dunno what holds in dark
is there any spark
away from the bloody stark
there is that green park
where I sit and ponder
eyes going yonder
did I not do enough running
should I not stop gunning
let the targets walk
let them stalk
you run
as a shadow
and let them follow
like sun.


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Morning Commute

Today,
The beggar woman on the corner held a sign that said:
"Dance Teacher, laid off, anything helps."
And in the 60 seconds my car sputtered indignantly beside her,
I watched the feral lines in her face
I imagined her skin was soft, and unobtrusively without confession
Swaddled in a thin gray sweater,
I romanticize,
That she threw this on, as she walked into the sharp Autumn air
Veiled in a gleaming burst of creativity.
Her body warm from her feet dragging across the floor
To the songs I secretly like
I ponder shamefully
How many pliés, and twirls and graceful arches with her arms
were made before tripping onto this corner?
Gossiping mouths of freeway on-ramps
That become our living rooms, kitchens and halls.
I love her anyway
When spectators throw dollar bills instead of roses
Out of cocoons
that smell of white mochas


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Above the Rest

Guileless, autumn lay upon a land 
past the tiresome days of summer,
above the tender roots of jaded lawn
blanketing the bulbs for nubile spring
left in kindness ~
calling winter's winds
to rest…

Wasted are the teeth of winter
on the bloodless throat of fall, 
no dinner will the withered rent-shirt 
of well spent life make
only a soft and cozy remnant 
left in kindness ~
where winter’s hoary form
can rest…



*Inspired by Bob Quigley's tanka
Autumn's Death


Details | Alliteration | |

A worrying Flower's Wisdom

Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!

For I'd rather,
    Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
Than
     Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!


Details | Ballad | |

JOY

As the autumn of life drifts in
The lights of my eyes grow dim
With the joy of my years
Still beside me here
There is not much that I will fear

As the winter of my life arrives
My voice will be just a whisper
With the joy of my salvation
Waiting for me at the station
I will in quiet adoration kneel

In my mind spring will beckon me
The baggage  old and beat I'll leave
With the joy of my life just within sight
The constant yearning will cease
As perfect  joy will become complete
~*~




Details | Free verse | |

My life like the autumn TREE

My life like the autumn TREE!

Share that i can not,
a leaf of my life's page.
It seems like a wilted flower,
trying not to let the dry dew seem like pathos.
The root is fresh and strong signifying hope,
one of the branches of the tree
is like the quilt of dry leaves waiting to fall onto the
soul that needs dusting so that the newer ones
replace the dull lost memories.
Shaking these dry shriveled leaves i try to erase
the unimportant/unwanted memories,
trying to replace them with fresher more meaningful reminders.
Perhaps like the tree gives shade,
 My life too can give another a share of some happiness.

I muse at how my life seems – like the autumn TREE!


Details | Free verse | |

The babbling brook

clearest water flows gently
along and over my naked feet
the touch of its  almost tacit sound 
deafening beauty for a  calming mind
thousands of tiny goosebumps 
showing the numerous  surprising shivers  
trying  to make sense  

the softest sofa  of fresh leaves and little twigs
spread a narcotic palette of autumn perfumes
coloring the signals of my soul

a generous friendly fire of chestnuts and acorns
compose a  beat and feel  of rhythm of the forests
tapping on my shoulder and head
changing every breath that I take
while softly knocking
at future’s door


Details | Free verse | |

When The Tides Of Life Roll

When The Tides Of Life Roll
(Anaphora)

When morn awakes by the bluebirds trill
When the robin songs echo on the hill
When the tides of life run against you
When your dream rainbow is shining through
When again the dim hope lamp burns
When hopeful once again world peace returns
When crazy foolish tensions fill the day
When it is time to pause and pray
When the winter wiped away its frozen gloom
When again the glorious spring flowers bloom
When spring is showing all it’s glory
When nature is telling it’s timeless story
When your love is held by a strong cord
When  your faith is blessed by the Lord
When your guiding light does forever stay
When you shall walk the glorified way
When spring flowers bloom so bright and gay
When sunshine beauty blesses summers way
When autumn struts proudly across the land
When everything looks so colorful and grand
When the tides of life roll do not grieve
When you know that heaven provides all the need

Erich J.Goller
Copyright 10. 20.2011



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The dream Pegasus

The dream Pegasus


 
Tonight my eyes do not make and feel the light
As a century of re crucifixion
To ride Pegasus in a injured dream

 
Muse comes on as bride without veil
In distress I close even the pipe- hole of the soul
the flavor of pain does not ruin the spring on Olympus

 
Oh remained the space that do not violate from anyone
Sacrifice of blue rhapsody in a autumn lethargy
Painful prelude to the contract with God

 
Tonight I want to suffer until the bone
Albanian cardiac vein to screech and sing through the Illyricum
Infinitely to love and never hate

 
And what about if I die asleep from fatigue
Does it matter why crutch fate in survival suffers bruises
Zeus heart do break where we planting and harvesting tears and nostalgia

 
Slave to love in feuds of this anti life
Captive of goodness above pantheon of a concrete symphony
on your wings bring me to kiss Hestia Pegasus 


Details | Rhyme | |

To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow


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Emancipation

Emancipation
Unfettered-Set free-
My soul is longing for Home
Where the wild ducks fly to winter
Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans 
Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes 
That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks 
And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun
A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze
From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies
I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image 
A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise

© Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




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Through the seasons of life

I was born on a snowy day
not cold at all
in my parents' embrace
as love surrounded me.

 
I walked in the spring
with a bit of chill
but warmed by the beauty burgeoning
as trees dress in green, the air fragranced filled.

 
I walked in the summer
with the sun in my eyes
Tear filled by the joy of nature
as I walked with you by my side.

 
I walked in the fall
with great wisdom
for all that I learned, the value that I know
what remains is the love I feel and own.

 
And the cold gave me the strength to endure
learning to stay warm inside
And the beauty of youth
gave me the dreams that I could fly
Through summer's heat and thunder storms
I learned that love is what makes it all worthwhile
And in the Autumn I felt no fear
For God had carried me all the while.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright 12/01/11
 


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THE VALLEY IN AUTUMN

THE VALLEY IN AUTUMN	

From my perch atop Baybury Mount
I’m watching clouds
Slowly present their moulage,
Like post-gale shrouds.

It’s autumn
After a rain,
The sun in position
casts gray shadows on the plain.

High,
Oh, high!
With Olympian eye,
A while to bathe.

Palmer Lake steams -
An elongated kidney form - 
And the clouds, in reflection, seem…
Seem to impassion the now distant storm.

Everything’s so clean,
So newly born, pristine.
Old Baptist church, modest steeple rising, seems tall,
Come alive in the scene overall.

The scattered farms,
With their few fine cattle grazing,
Have, from autumn coat, gained a certain charm, 
To one, long in residence, quite amazing.

Yes, I have to, closed-eyes, in wonder, shake my head.
“This is my valley!” I vigorously proclaim.
In mind’s most subtle vision, put to bed,
I’m nestled in her greenest meadow, there would I remain.
    


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Forward

Slowly moving stream
Carrying autumn leaves on
A journey, forward


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Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


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BARNEGAT BAY

Down on the waterfront, with a fine view of the bay,
Through autumn’s first of many leafs bathing Barnegat Bay on far-descended glory
See where the shivering sea-gulls go and play in year drops
All is a compliment to receive before those hungry lovers.

The ocean, blue by the depth water on-coming winter
And, driven by drifting winds off-shore a visitor smiled in front of this magnificence,
To find a pretty grace from God’s beginning.

The eye-filling day is full from the introductory clouds of flesh and yellow leaf
She will fall more and from the off-shore sea-gulls keep playing, and without
A sound they narrow in circle everywhere and a visitor must write a last
Note from his stay: a welcome-song on the grain of sand because more 
Leafs will fall… More sea-gulls will fly and play, and, driven from this unspotted 
Site, a visitor will kiss the sun and not spoil the natural work within him.

There is a trinity of consecrated laughers in such spectacle to whom
We poets dream and through light and show of autumn how picturesque New Jersey 
Glowing underneath the sitting sun. 


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Fall

 Fall is my favorite time of year.
 I just love when you ride in the country and see all the pretty colors of leaves on the trees.
 See the kids having lots of fun jumping up and down as the autumn colors fall to the ground.

 The air is so crisp and clean and you feel alive.
 The wind blowing through the trees is so nice to hear.
 Children everywhere running and jumping with such a cheer.

  Fall brings out the child in us all.
  Not too far behind is the holiday season
  we all look forward to.
  Bright lights, decorations, toys and all,
  But nothing could come close then watching
  the fist snowflake fall.


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A place to make my mark

I look at my life and the journey I’m upon,
As the sun hits the horizon it marks the dawn.
My life is like a chess game and I the pawn,
As I take my next move the pathway is gone.

Gray skies are simply some clouds passing over.
Perhaps my luck is changing I find a four leaf clover.
I wait for the return of the sun, it raises my hope.
My future is before me like a carrot dangling from a rope.

Sometimes the descent is far worse than the fall,
Maybe I should run and pick up the ball,
In the concept of time I remain rather small,
I gather up some speed but then hit the wall.

I look to my heart surely it knows where to go.
What was previously new, the cracks begin to show.
I had hoped by now that I would just know,
You must plant a seed for something to grow.

I look all around and take in all I see.
All of these things become part of me.
I see some leaves fall and know what shall be
Haunting shadows, cast by the lifeless trees.

For now the colors take my breath away.
The air is so crisp on this autumn day.
The animal scurry to find food for the winter
The fabric of life becomes a tree that has splintered.

Although the fabric is tattered and looks worn,
I wonder to myself why was I born?
Is there something I’m missing or is it in front of me,
The closer things are the harder it is to see.

I wander down the street and take a seat in the park.
The sun starts to set, soon it will be dark.
Life seems to glow or perhaps it’s a spark
As I look for a place to make my mark…


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Hidden

The innocent child still crying,
That you nailed up on your wall,
Her tears are freely flowing,
As the autumn leaves do fall.
The wind of time still blowing,
Across the lonely way,
As the soldiers march to battle,
On this bright and sunny day.
I couldn't get the words,
To leave my knotted throat,
I couldn't get my loved ones,
To leave the sinking boat.
I couldn't think the thoughts,
That could protect me from the light,
Couldn't see your beauty,
Hidden in my night.

And now the end is coming,
Riding on the wind,
To blow away illusions,
To blow up everything.

The riders horse is thunder,
The swords are flashing high,
As the angels of destruction 
Fall from the darken sky.

A million times I told you,
Whispered in your ear,
A million blessing hidden,
Behind the demons of your fears.

The innocent lamb is bleeding,
As the lightening flashes by,
The autumn leaves still falling,
From the sadness in your eye.

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The Five Seasons

In this autumn of our season how the gold and silver vie
in heart-warming brilliant colour, precious as the days gone by,
though our spring and summer's ended and we walk in given grace,
each seasons owns its treasure, and reveals its hidden place.
A sure and certain promise, dulls what wintertime portends,
There will be another season, and this one’s without end. 


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Dimensions

Time is filled with so many dimensions
Rooms of this and that
Here and there
Now and then
What was and what is
Is now gone never to return
Like an autumn leaf turns to gold then turns to fodder for the worms
Time is so transient 
Like life here and now
At the Cross and beyond the cross 
Is
Eternity
A different dimension


© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012


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How I Long For--

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my 
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--

Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a 
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--

Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing 
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--

Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--

Eye is twinkling...praying for 
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--

My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me

YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!

How I long for Your mercy...


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The Mystery Of Life


Mystery Of Life


The Springs of my life have gone astray
Gold leaves of Autumn swiftly decay
The Bird of Youth has flown away
But then…he was never meant to stay
Winter’s chills have finally sprung
My seasons of life have all been flung
Yet all my songs have not been sung
In my heart and spirit…I’m still young!

LOVE is the answer to life’s mystery
Envy and greed lead to misery
Treat your neighbor, as you would like to be
And wonder of wonders…so will he!
And when the curtains of night are drawn
And death comes to call at early dawn
You’ll leave this earth a better place
You’ve made a difference in the human race.

Copyright2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)



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Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



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The Apple Tree

A breeze brings a crisp bite to my skin,
the warmth of a soft jacket provides the warmth I need.

Somewhere,
I can hear the sparrows chirping,
Robins singing their songs.
Even Crows screeching, casting small shadows on the day.
I don't even care.

Those shadows won't cross my mind for today,
I want this to be a good day.

I only fought a little uphill,
the grass slightly brown from the Autumn air.

My apple tree of gold, scarlet, and honey hues stood on top of the hill,
with branches stretching for the sun's kiss.

A smile,
a tear from the corner of the eye escaping.

A tire swing gently sways,
giving the reminder of happier, melodious memories.

The tire was weather worn,
and the rope ripe with age,
the tree's youth had fallen to.

Crunchy leaves echo and mask the silence I was seeking for,
the bark was rough under my fingers.

Just like the months have been.

I laid out my patchwork quilt,
and slept the day away in peace.


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She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



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Easter Is A Special Time

Easter Is A Special Time Easter Is A Special Time; In the Northern hemisphere it’s Spring. A time when baby lambs are born, Yellow daffodils are king. In the Southern hemisphere it’s more like fall; Leaves turn to their Autumn colors; Winter lies just ahead; Just as our Creator orders. Regardless of the seasons, Easter is a time for us to rejoice. It’s the time Christ died and rose again; Of eternity, we were given choice. Christ’s resurrection hope is sure; God promised us redemption; He promised us through his Son, That we could all be forgiven. Although Sunday’s not God’s Sabbath, It’s a special time to celebrate, His love for one lost world; Christ’s resurrection to relate. It gives us hope of a future; Beyond the state of death; The hope of the Second Coming, When he calls to the dead, “Come forth!” Because Easter is a special time, Never let it pass by, Without rejoicing in God’s miracle; Christ’s resurrection upon which we rely. So celebrate this joyous Easter That your sins are forgiven; That God loves you so much, He gave you the hope of heaven. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


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HABIBATI

In my revelation 
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing 
I sing.... 
In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving 
Upon the face of waters.... 
My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors. 
She descended from heaven unto my waters.... 
I bathe her in the brine of my tears.... 
Subtle in her long braids.. 
Floating in my spirit singing to me. 
She intermingles her essence with my burning desires, 
Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion. 

Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you 
But I am nearer to death! 
Withered like clouds, 
Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice, 
And life is but an old, ill man 
Thus, I am still waiting...! 

Life bears a resemblance to death here, 
The eyelashes of the room enclose me, 
A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher 
Thus, I am still waiting...! 
Am I truly alive..? 
Or, is there life living in death? 
My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me 
And I am still waiting.. 
I stroll... 
I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist, 
Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul, 
And the water soaking the stones of my heart. 
In your voice is the murmur of fabled water 
Whispering to the sands and stones, 
What will come forth, and that will go into a dream, 
An eminent dream that will live in concert 
And leave with autumn winds. 
You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain, 
The pain indwelling in the depths, 
Glittering apparently in the spirit 
Like a frozen pond in winter. 

It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute 
Filling the air with melodies. 
Melodies which are chanted by gods 
Who cry and moan with the sad tune. 
They pray, and call, 
"O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?" 


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Pathway to Peace

Deep longing of the soul
Seeking subtle satisfaction
Wandering through the day,
Plagued with unrest
Chasing the wind
Gliding with autumn leaves
Another year to culminate in gloom?

O searching soul
Rest is prepared for you
A bed of hope to lie in
A field of dreams to harvest from
There is but one way
If you will, I beg you,
Do not stray
The path of peace was made for you
…and marked on Christmas day


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A Vision of Hope

Where does our hope lie?
Is it in the autumn leaves as they fall and scatter?
Does it fly with the Robins in the sky?
Some say it's in the dark stormy clouds as the rain splatters.

Where does it come from?
It's a gift from God, the one, who created the blue-sky.
The Bible is a map or guide, a balm.
It tells of God's amazing grace and love where sin does die.

Why do we need it?
It steps in when things go wrong if to him we do cry!
The depth of its passion keeps from the pit.
If we on Him learn to rely, He is there to supply.

It's not in disguise.
We must take hold of it if we expect to survive!
Sometimes it happens to be a surprise.
Jesus our Rock, is the source, He makes the moonrise.

The sacrifice for all,
is Jesus, the master of everything both good and wise?
Can you hear the voice of the Savior call?
Who opens the eyes of hope so all may see the sunrise?


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Come Take A Walk

Come take a walk down by the sea
Feet wet in the sand.
Let the breath o f nature feel your lungs
With the scent of salty air
Here troubles seem so miniscule
Your problems wash away
As the waves pass through your feet and toes
Baptizing blues away

Come take a walk on mountain top
Soak in the rays of sun
Wind blowing through your face and hair
You feel the hand of God
Walk in love with the autumn breeze
Not a problem or a care
As the beauty of the earth so rare
Takes away your cares

Come take a walk with me my love
In grassy fields of green
Your hand in mine time passes by
Together we will fly
The smell of blossoms feels our soul
Forever we will be
In love in life forever more
Together you and me


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Know Your Mother, Know Your Earth

The waves they rock
This ship so fierce
'Twas silent night
Now screams do pierce.

The waves they roll
And curl and crash
We watch with fear
On rocks waves smash.

The morrow comes
The sky is bright
Our ship survived
The stormy night

The waves, they lap
Upon the sand
We safely dock
Upon this land.

Neptune the sweet
A lulling force
The night has shown
His maddened course

We move so swift
From Triton's lair
The trees are thick
The valley's fair.

I sink my toes
Into the earth
And thank Mother
Who gave this birth.

This world can be
So treacherous
Yet Her beauty
Is clear to us.

I see sunlight
Dappling the ground
Carpet of leaves
Of Autumn found

She's a Temptress
Beauty unmatched
Gentle and fair
 Our hearts are snatched

Yet like all Eve's
Her temper's foul
Her seas deadly
Her winds do howl

Turn on a dime
And see Her morph
Your wife's fury
Is just a dwarf.

So watch with love
But watch with fear
And hold Her close
To your heart dear.

Nature Divine
Nature Fair
Nature Changing
Nature Beware


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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


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THE UNBOLTED LIGHT

-

  Falling like snowflakes
on webs of forgiveness
spinning through clouds
in the unbolted light
searching  so softly
down dark Autumn pathways
hoping to find our way in the night.

  Savoring rain on the bowers above us
thunder still rolls 'round the cusp of the dawn
out on the horizon we turn to remember
the loved and the lost
and the ones who go on.
 
We were so sure
 we made the right choice
but we were young
 and cares were so few
those who would guide us
have  gone on before
and left us wondering what to do
 
God in his mercy
has shown us the way
as we pray to him each night
once we understood
 it all seemed so simply
Just follow his love, in the 
UNBOLTED LIGHT




                                Written with my niece, Johnette Loefgren


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Barren Scene Seen

Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .


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MOMENT

In a brief moment, I held the time so tight in my hand,
My children hood, the blues, solitude, and morning lights. 
Remembered in time, when didn't existed in remembrance.
Rest in a field, looked above the sky as a white canvas,
Become to draw with my eyes, the destiny in a deep sky.
Full colors of spring, soon will turn so pale in autumn 
Petals of roses falling on the ground, living the perfume,
Retained into a glass bottle, hand who was kept the time.


Breathe in and keep in a fresh air inside of an old lung.
From the memories, pick up the blackberries on the road.
Brightness morning sun; is a gift to the eyes for moments. 
Lives; supported by columns, crossing bridge of the time.  
Why do expect love, from the distant harbors? No more!
Just a warm breeze is feeding ours thoughts from the east.
Golden lights, & glows moments, were in time full of life

Should I be a nave of the time, to follow the sun?
Sweet evening memories, never will say goodbye.
Soul was wearing in moments, save those eyes so bright.
Invisible was the time, and doesn't feel the sun set goes on.
Precise flights route over high clouds crossing tropics,
Where dream has no border, is following the hills of east.


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In fall I do

The leaves of Autumn fall beneath my feet,
And the wind gently blows,
thoughts of passion filled nights of love,
My heart begins to glow.

To the east the sun ascends,
As does this mans heart,
My mind wanders through fields of you,
I think this is loves first start.

The beginning of our friendship,
A journey to the end,
The thought of me loving you,
The warm embrace of a friend.

Could this be the reason,
The reason is so bold,
But this how life should be,
From young until were old…..


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When Skies Break Loose

Raining down upon our thoughts,
dreams so dreary leave only stomach knots.
so mighty and tall they towered us all, reflecting
the sapphire sky so blue, Beholding our trust
yet on the day they danced to dust....
 
The ground shook, The waves cried,
The sky broke loose and collected the souls,
The ones worthy of leaving us all, Leaving in fall.
If autumn could cry its tears would rain goodbye, To
brothers and sisters, mothers and misters.
As the skyline collects our lovers it blisters.
 
Sunken in air, the city in despair, with thoughtless care
we all drown in stare. But the city's heart is for all to share,
Don't you be shy why for you its there, sew in that heart and mend
up those cracks, we all carry weight that is breaking our backs.
Someday we shall all fade into the sunset, reunite with the ones that
we've leased to the stars, cleansed of scars as we fly with our lovers
among Saturn and Mars.
 
For all left in that lonely zone, frozen to the cold hard bone, Just
remember your not alone, untie those knots, for your lovers dreams are
raining down upon our thoughts.


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THE SISTERS OF THE SEASONS

Rhythms harmony in sweet
Melodies enchantment. 
Let the dance continue,
A waltz of seasons.
The sisters of the timeless,
Dressed in adornments finery,
Await their turn to stroll across
Life's eternal ballroom once more.
Each steps motion, lighter than air,
Choreographed by mother nature
 Herself.
An owed to beauties personification
In it's self, these gentle ladies
 Of elegance’s quality.
Father times orchestra, plays a 
Mystical tune, as each partner bows,
And curtsy's, in graces reverence
Of respect.
White gloved hands placed in one
Another, to take their spin, around
The world of man again.
A shifting swirl of gowns, and soft
Music playing ever so effortlessly,
It appeases the one spiritual being,
On high, to watch this magnificent
Display, on the stage of his creation. 
The heaven's fill, with a million
Diamonds of stars, set to the musical
Compliment of harps, played by
Divinities angels from above.
The echoing winds sway to and fro,
Captured by thus such reveries joy, 
From these divine immortals.
The night becomes a living identity of
It's own splendor.
Behold a paradise in full blooms
Glory, it is the enchantments spell cast,
From the sisters of the seasons,
Coming out party held beneath the
Moonlight.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Autumn

Amazed by Earth's beauty,
Understand the change,
To which when it's sunny,
Unexpected for those see the season image from their cage.
Many don't understand about fall,
No matter what, fall is the most beautiful of all.


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the affair

spring and summer fly quickly by 
now a trendy autumn colour brings change 
to the night air that can no longer bear 
the warmth between our hands 
and the smile clings with the strength 
of a dying leaf 
against the pull of a heavy heart 
that knows the wind will blow 
in ways we ignored when first we explored 
not so long ago 


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Song of Gratitude

The day is bright with autumn chill and scented air is brisk and pure
And silent gardens are put to bed, as end of year draws swiftly near
We hear the music of the trees, of rustling leaves of red and tan
Let's sing a song to thank our God, for lavish beauty of this land
While autumn drops across the hills, with stain ablaze in amber glow
And hearts are filled with peace of mind to know He keeps a watch below
The wind seeks out the apple tree and rises with celestial zest
And mighty oaks drop acorns free,  soon squirrels will scurry to their nest
Where ample harvest from golden earth, and flying geese bid sweet adieu
While loved ones gather around the hearth, our Lord, these blessing come from you
And when the trees are stripped and bare, a world takes rest, to start anew
We bow our heads in silent prayer,
             For things like these and many more
                 We sing our song of gratitude.....






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Inspired by "Hymns of Autumn" contest
sponsored by Brian Strand


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Dreams Begin to Dim

Dreams begin to dim, fading
Light begins to show, invading
 Swirling into wakeful focus
Lavender, white, autumn crocus

Dusty lilac daybreak dawning
On this misty autumn morning
Merging into dreamlike wonder
Rousing to the sound of thunder

Clinging onto fading dreams
Dancing, golden sunshine beams
Lazily you start to swim
As mystic dreams begin to dim


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Heroes Who Never Die

There has been oh so many
And many are still around
They surround us old and young
For in our hearts they can be found

They can be members of our families
Who inspired us in many ways
It could be a writer on the Soup
Who displayed their way your ways

They could even be in the field of sports
Or even on a movie screen
But the ones who are heroes much more
Are in the places we will never have been

They are the ones who fight for our future
For when they are lost, we cry
They are the ones who lay down their lives
For they are " Heroes Who Never Die " 



Inspired by Bryan Josh of Mostly Autumn who wrote 
   " Heroes Never Die " in memory of his father




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php


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THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN

Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.


Details | Didactic | |

Ecstasy

Welcome
The time around filled with juvenility
The season solaced by the aura of odiferous 
The world primed with unity
The love lived over by the essence of glorious.

Dream
A life lived on top of the world
A garden sated by the aroma of flowers
A nation saluted with laud
A peace blessed by the solemnity of prayers. 

Blend
With the music that dance with your soul
With the rain melded by the rays, rainbow
With the life soothed along pride
With the macrocosm by the end of brow.

Pray
For the day, a prayer unspoken for live out
For the clouds silvery cottoned by autumn newbie
For the hapless longing for a day out
For the solitude by the event foregone. 

Adios 
The Time you lived today
The Nature that you acclaimed
The earth that you live on
The wishes proclaimed. 


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KIDS,DON'T KILL MY BIRD

He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!


Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!


Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!


He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?


Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat:  you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!


Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to me...to test me how compassionate I would be?


Details | Rhyme | |

Lovely Person

                                    Lovely person dwell with me
                                    Help me find a world so free
                                    Hold me in your gentle arms
                                  Protect me from this world's harm
                               I need you so to comfort me
                               To walk and talk and hear my plea

                        My heart is wounded I'm lonely and lost
                              Tossed in a pit with walls of salt
                      And each time i try to escape from my sorrow
                 The salt stings my wounds unhealed for the morrow
                                   That is why i'm sad with grief
                      Mellowed and withered like an autumn leaf

                              Take me with you wherever you go
                            Teach me to love and cleanse my soul
                               Answer me, with your mystical powers
                                Oh, you my love, my heart requires
                            So to the world i cry out this plea
                              Lovely person  dwell with me.


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SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM

      SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;

The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.

There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.

There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;

and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.

Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.

Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.


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Autumn Dreams

The sun shines down warmly on the frost below
It changes to water and then starts to flow
As it heads downhill as it continues to grow
But it stops in its tracks as the cold wind blows.

Leaves explode in colors as they float through the air
Although they are dying they simply don't care
They finally make their decent down to the ground
When approached by the wind they make a rustling sound.

The air smells so fresh it breathes new life in me
As I look amazement and wonder of all that I see
The frost just vanished and appears as mist in the day
Soon it won't melt so it simply will stay.

The cold wind speaks to me it asks me to choose
Winter is coming win or lose
The leaves drift from one place to another and then back
As you pass through the threshold you see what you lack.

Darkness gets longer as the daylight is less.
Epitaphs on tombstones are the spirit's address
No one is left as the snow starts to fly
It seems autumn is upon us and summer has died.

With winter right behind me I can feel the freeze
The haunting shadows of trees without their leaves
Coldness so bitter a shiver goes up my spine
Love and hate become a very fine line.

I dream of warmer days when I bask in the sun
Running down the beach and splashing for fun
The faster time goes the faster I run 
The Memories are lost as I come undone.


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Adieu

Leaves still clinging golden and true
after the first Autumn snowfall.
Boughs waving windy good byes to
the last of the yarrows white pall.

Fallow fields of rye long gone by
who also wave heartfelt adieu
as the wild geese cry flying by
so neatly arranged in their queues.





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the tree

He was a tiny little tree
With branches so slender and thin
With leaves so soft and tender
The roots so light but tucked into the ground so tight
He was a tiny little tree
Free spirited, innocent, fragile

Until the forces of nature came
Screaming at him, shouting and beating him to death
But the tree held tight, and fought for its life
He braved the storm to survive
The tree survive but almost without a heart
The tree grew, with branches hard, firm and without a care

Not the warmth of sunny summer days touching his face
Nor the beautiful flowers of spring caressing his chest
Not the calmness of the autumn whispering in his ears
Nor the softness of snow falling into his palm,
None of these, Could soften the heart of the wounded tree
Nothing could break the spell of pain that engulf his spirit

Until a force so strong yet so gentle came to embrace the tree
A force so loud yet so calm, so firm yet so patient
The force’s hands nurtured him, though the tree ran far and fast
Hid from valley, to mountains, to the top of the hills
The force patiently followed the tree
The force never left the tree

Then one day the tree woke up as if from a very long and tiring sleep
It realizes the force was a no ordinary force
It was the softest and yet the strongest among all the forces in the universe
Its power is phenomenal, inevitable, and unexplainable
Ahh, yes it is the force he longed waited for
It is LOVE, the greatest force of all

The tree is no longer a tree now
The enthralling spell was broken
The tree turned into a MAN, a no ordinary man
He is a man, one with the force, one with love


Details | Lyric | |

I See God

I see God's face in each sunrise,
I have seen His face in the dew.
I can see His face in each raindrop,
That falls as tears, from skies of blue.

I see God's face in each springtime,
On dew watered blades of grass.
I oft gaze at flowers and marvel,
Why He gave man such class.

In summer, God's in fields of grain,
And in the mighty oaks that bend.
But most of all He's seen by me,
In the face of a Christian friend.

His face I see each autumn time,
As leaves float to the ground.
I'm reminded that in each snowflake,
His face there too is found.

I need but to look about to see,
His stamp is on the great and small.
I'll not traverse life without Him,
For I know not the hour He'll call.


Details | Free verse | |

Transcend

Open wide, my sisters. 
Prepare your hearts 
To make welcome the light 
That would ask us 
To become mothers, 
Bringers of the dawn. 

Release your burdens 
In this human condition, 
For the time is now. 
Seven generations 
Of unborn ancestors 
Depend upon our attention. 

Eldership has come 
To the autumn of our medicine. 
Let each word represent 
What we would teach our family. 
Here is where matriarchy must begin. 

Our Grandmothers are dying 
As moments slip 
Into eternity, 
Yielding the future unto us. 
Transcend your fears 
So we may attain our purpose.


Details | Rhyme | |

Avenues of Autumn Turn

Grassy verged mounds
On a country roadside grace
Where a canopy of browns
Declare autumn in place
 
The branches rise
While winter nears
As if they were praising the sun
Allaying their fears
 
For after their fall
Another colour may grace
In crystal form
And the lands will embrace
 
The whitening ices
Grounds barren to white
Crisp starry skies
Like sparkling lights
 
With a flick of her switch
She turn spring on
As the buds appear
Singing a totally new song
 
Through the bright months they grow
As the temperature warms
Natures miracles
In all shapes and forms
 
Our smiles get wider
As the summer blooms
Fragrances aplenty
Like scented perfumes
 
And here we are
It's autumn again
The seasons like great symphonies
Always proud and replaying




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php


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Autumn Fairy

The Autumn fairy
To my garden she came
Bringing colours and sorrow
As winter gains

Her role in life
Is to console the plants
To ensure their tomorrow
She willingly grants

Trees so massive
As they bow to her words
For the truth she speaks
Never a season absurd

Perennial plants
Continue the hope
And the evergreens
In winters soak

For come the spring
Previous whispers she said
As you look all around
Sights that will turn your head

So come the next fall
When the leaves drift down
Look for the Autumn fairy
Wearing her Autumn gown




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php


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THE MEANING OF RAIN

As it beat on my window pane 
I hear the sound of the autumn rain
It is a indication of my pain 
It falls from my sadden eyes
It also falls from the black skies
I hope it will rain tomorrow
It fills my day with an empty sorrow 
When you see rain what do you think of 
Do you dream your friend or a lost love
Nothing ever feels the same
Especially when you see and hear the rain
Have you noticed rain never quenches thirst
After the rain the sun appears first
When the sun’s rays pierce the sky 
Birds in all their glory will fly


"Rain is nature's chicken noddle soup."


Details | I do not know? | |

On Crimson Petals

on crimson drenched petals

and scarlet folds

dew

like tears, like blood

clings to the delicate flower

withering in the breeze

like tears, like blood

falling, dripping

from eyes wounded at having seen too much

from a mind numbed into a solitary prison as such

like blood, like tears

flowing freely with nothing to hide

except the ache that lies coiled up tight inside

tears and blood

drowning the soul

in a torrential flood

of pain, of torn thoughts, of wasted moments entire

like tears, like blood

drowning, smothering

the will

and quelling all desire

like bloodied tears

trickling down

clipping at the being

with emotion-less shears

consuming the soul with countless fears

of today, and tomorrow, and the passing of the years

as the dew clings to the delicate petals, and intricate folds

of the crimson flower

drenched in scarlet, bloodied tears

knowing not what the future holds...


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

ZEN PIPES



 



Clogged - up to the eaves
time to roll  one's sleeves,
is this the way of zen
raking the leaves again,
observing one's thoughts, but never
tying the two together ?
Asking of mother earth
what was ' I ' before birth
and of the autumn sun
what will ' I ' be when I'm gone ?
When letting go would  say
dont grip your life as booty,
colourful hints of red
voicing  a dying beauty ;
tossing thoughts with the leaves,
clearing a way for Zen -
what  I  heave to the wind
the wind may blow back again :

Fancy I hear a voice -
' You are the trees turned yellow,
turn you to brown despair,
'til you are ripe and mellow,
three pounds of flax for a rope -
hang you on threads of hope :

 
The whole edifice of  belief
is built on the ancient brain,
clear it away and let it flow-
and rain, rain, rain ;
Love  speaks through nature
with such sad empathy,
and is this less than the swirl
of  grouts, in my cup of tea,




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Utmost


...dedicated to all my Soup brothers and sisters


A lady at a window writing,
measuring her words with strict precision.
She takes a sip of tea
as if to fuel her imagination.
Memories go drifting by - a brother
playing basketball, the softness
of a springtime rain, the anger
of an autumn sky, a flash, 
and thunder rumbling.
Smells and sounds, grist
to her mill. Nothing spoils
her view until her best attempt is done.
Still dissatisfied she tweaks
and fiddles, substitutes a weak word
for a stronger one. At last content
she sets aside her pen.
Yes, they will know her now,
know the beauty of her mind,
and know that she will always do her utmost.


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AIR OF AUTUMN COLORS

leaves falling,
wind blowing.
colors so unique,
weather so fatigue.
a rush of autumn light;
faster the days goes by,
a touch of mesmerizing feeling,
deep in the mood for changes.
seasons that means so much more;
lies hidden in the core of cores,
fading in the light cool breeze,
this is the time of the year to chill.
to think about the things to come,
to whether the weather under the sun.
to enjoy the last warmness of the year,
before the special holidays come near.
an air of goodwill that still sets;
founded on humble pride,
like the different autumn colors of leaves that doesn't lie.


Details | I do not know? | |

Four Season's of Life

Guess it’s now my time to ask
If this is another difficult task
Maybe it’s time to know the real reason
As the world changes another season

Winter keeps my heart frozen for a while
Until the spring leaves sprout with a smile
I’m out here playing under the sun
Until the autumn wind steals the fun

As I get to know the reasons
I appreciate more the seasons
Even if I know I’m heading for a difficult day
I must get up and think for the day.


Details | Haiku | |

Hip

Hip roof house adorned
With a yellow wig that glows
From sun light dancing


(Go by this house many times in a week but happen by at a time when the 
angle of the sun with such that the autumn colored leaves looked like a wig on 
the house top.)


Details | Sonnet | |

The Tritest Song


“Renewal…Easter,,,April love…rebirth”
Are easy, archetypal terms for when
Fresh shoots begin to green the thawing Earth
And fill with sweet clichés this poet’s pen.
At least I know what Spring is not—
The “cruelest” month’s not April, no,
In spite of Mister T. S. Elliot
Whose Spring and soul were both of snow.
But he was young.  Age brings surcease,
And Spring, forsythia and daffodils,
As flowered sonnets sprout, increase,
And decorate the rain-swelled rills.
Thus, in the landscape of my autumn brain
The hues of yellow and of green remain.
03-23-83 


Details | Ballad | |

OF TAPESTRIES NOT YET MADE

The whispering trees

Shed some leaves

Upon a wind that blew

To a castle door

A message for the Summer Queen

Of tapestries not yet made

Or the reason for

 

The Summer Queen

Gathered every single leaf

Blew a kiss to the whispering trees

Closed a Castle door

Took the Great Winding Stair

To her chamber

To begin  ….

The Great Forest Tapestries

 

Leaves of every colour

Every shade

Of bark and bough

Through the seasons

Of tapestries not yet made

 

The Summer Queen

Touched all the leaves

They came from one tree

In all its’ life

As a seed

Sapling

Mature

Tall and green

To the end

As an autumn leaf

Gold and brown 

  

The leaves were carefully laid

In a basin of jewelled bronze

A trees’ life in colour and shade

For a Summer Queen to make

Of tapestries not yet made

 

 

Trees of magic never die

They live on tapestries

A soft leaf

Texture of bark

To be seen in the galleries

 

In shades of green

A forest within the Castle walls

Soft leaf

Texture of bark

Of branches unseen

 

You felt the power 

Of a tree

A soft leaf

Texture of bark

Most of all

Its’ heart

In a tapestry not yet made

 

 

 


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Rugged, Rustic and Beautiful

In the country of the clans
Scenery abounds
Around our cities of old
And our villages and towns

Rugged and rustic
Greens, grays and browns
Adorn our countryside
They are natures gowns

Plants come alive
At the start of spring
New buds appear
Awaiting joys do they bring

In the summer sunshine
They burst into life
Colours so delightful
Radiant and rife

The autumn closes
No longer the colours parade
They are like scenes in a play
Their fading blooms, are summers last serenade

As the temperature falls
And the winter months settle in
We also enjoy it's beauty
Until the spring, springs again

In the country of the clans
In our mountains and glens
Natures seasons delight
Amen


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The Color Beautiful

I saw you just the other day.
You stood there all alone.
I watched as the Suns shadow beat down upon you.
Your eyes and mine were both hesitant at the glimpse of shade.
You stood so firm and adamant, 
Your posture was mine to admire and to please!
The color beautiful was everything that I had ever imagined it could be!
I could see the winds tousling through your flawless shiny hair,
A cool breeze tenderly caressing an unexpected stern face! 
You stood so tall. You were bigger than anything I had ever seen.
I watched you shiver as the cold draft reached from underneath bringing its sharpest autumn air.
You stood there completely impervious to time, person and to place.
The color beautiful captured hidden chills inside of me as I embraced that very same breeze.
I could feel the warmth of your breath upon me,
You stood there with a true look of total awareness.
I could no longer feel my heart quicken to beat, 
For I had lost every one of my God given perceptual senses.
I could feel your warmth covering over me baring my only gift to see.
You stood as a man with much honor and pride.
Such an obvious completeness!
The color beautiful instantly became everything in this world to me.
Because in your eyes you left no doubt that I am still your princess!


Details | Free verse | |

The Long Night

The air hung heavily
depressed by the golden fall
of the sugar maples leaves
ripe with the sweet smell of Ida Red apples.

Rain-washed the breeze blew
through the clapboard’s chinks
into the closeted rooms of man.

Rabbits, raccoons and deer forage
amongst the autumn crops of chard and kale.

All of creation
prepares
for the long night.


Details | Ballad | |

CHRISTMAS CAME ON A FROSTY DAY

Soft dawn light... 
Broke in the east 
Pink and red, 
in late December 
Christmas came on a frosty day... 
What I can remember..... 

This time, so long ago 
So many years passed by 
Yet, I remember 
The cold winter in that December 
The geese long since gone south 
Honking cry, 
in an Autumn sky 

I was a merest wisp of a boy 
All I ever wanted.... 
was that toy.... 
I was seven... 
You know... 
On that frosty Christmas day 
Back then.... 

Cold winters, come and go 
I am old ,you know... 
Yet, I remember that Christmas 
On a frosty day, 
back then.... 
In deep snow... 
I was seven.... 

Most of the family have passed on, 
gone to heaven 
I remember how the candles shone, 
long ago 
I am old , you know.... 
I was seven.. 
Then... 

We were poor, you know 
back then... 
Long ago 
I was seven... 
A mere wisp of a boy 

I am old now, 
but I still remember 
My favourite Christmas... 
My favourite toy.... 
I was seven 

Christmas came on a frosty day.... 
Like so many since then 
I still have that toy... 
By my bed 
I am eighty seven, 
you know... 
and still a boy..... 


Details | Free verse | |

fences

the dog in the neighbor's yard
trots his little path between the two fences
over and over....back and forth
the grass is threadbare when he runs
spends a moment hawkishly staring out one fence
at the world going by
angry barking at a cloud
then trot to the other fence to see what has
transpired there
a rain begins
he trots back and forth
leaves begin to fall
he trots back and forth
the wind gets chill
he trots back and forth
isn't my life such
sitting here at my fence
looking out at all of you
trotting back and forth looking out your own fences
trotting back and forth
in our own little universes


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Dear John

Dear John,

Forgive me for asking
For the ignorance I concede
Oblivious to a man’s true love
Oblivious to betrayal’s true creed
What can I possibly say
To silence a snapshot of pain
One frozen frame of infamy
Stinging like a coarse autumn rain
I wish I could have been there
To tell you myself
To stand before your convictions
So you could see for yourself
I know you can’t hear me
Or even know that I exist
But a heartbeat can't be silenced
When courage has two open fists
Please believe me 
Though you’re no longer here
You’re in my thoughts, Mr. President
And I too...will never live in fear


Details | Lyric | |

Seasons

Season’s


The defining  moments in my life, are like the seasons in me.
The season I was in, determined who I’d be.
Just when I started understanding it seemed the season turned.
The things that I lost became what I yearned.
In the spring time of my life I was foolish and young.
There seemed little consequence for all that I had done.
I hit the road running, never looking back.
Never seeing what I needed, only what I lacked.
So much around disappeared, then it all  was gone,
These became the moments for which I longed.
In the summer of my life, I basked out in the sun.
No responsibilities, my only interest fun.
The days were warm, full of light.
It seemed like the future was nowhere in sight. 
In the autumn of my life there seemed so much change.
Everything in my sights, seemed out of range. 
As the leaves began to fall I thought my life was turning.
Smoke just filled the air, from all the bridges burning.
No matter what I tried, I couldn’t save myself.
Only to awake, seeing someone else.
Then came the winter season, with the cold wind’s blow.
The seeds that I had planted, lie dormant in the snow.
The door slammed behind me, I couldn’t see where to go.
Things that I thought I knew, I didn’t really  know. 
The world outside was dying, but I wasn’t really trying……...
Now it seems that life has come full circle again.
A new beginning from the ashes of the end.
When I thought it may be over, spring time returned.
It carried the message of all that I had learned.
To truly love, you must set everything free.
Then you can realize all that you can be.
With eyes wide open, I finally can see.
That everything I needed was right in front of me.


Details | Sonnet | |

Help Yourself First

Why do you weep there, lonely soul?
Do you feel that you’ve lost control?
Have you not a friend to assist
To guide you through your autumn mist?

Do you not wish to turn around?
Can you not find solid ground?
Can you see a friend to guide?
Or, are you destined to just hide?

Can you see the future, so near?
Have you given up and into fear?
Lest you be prisoner to thine soul
Can you not resume control?

For you must decide to make your change
Unto your life, you must now rearrange


Details | I do not know? | |

The Butterfly Tree

She frolics on an autumn day
running wild through a blood red glen
the leaves on her train leap up and dance
swirling around her as she sings
softly
to a bird in her hand:
she sings of the butterfly tree.

The bird leaps up
he spreads his wings—
he sours through the fall foliage,
up , up,
to the blue sky beyond
where he warbles upon breeze
lovingly
to the crimson sun:
he warbles of the butterfly tree.

The sun turns away 
to shine among the dark
he courts the quiet shade
chasing away the silver moon
who hides beneath a laughing brook
he flirts among the dappled light
as the world begins to whisper
loudly
to the silver shadow ‘neath the brook:
it whispers of the butterfly tree


Details | Rhyme | |

Those That Awe

Rosebush has ceased putting on green growth
After some debate, clipped the roses
Last two of the summer is my thoughts
Cool nights tells me that soon fall's day closes

One is a red bud slightly open
The other is a tightly closed baby bud
To enjoy their beauty in den
Now available to all that come in

After putting them in the glass vase
There spied two buds on purple Iris
Reblooming is timed for fall's race
Into winter just barely misses

The kiss of frost's deadly bite this night
Delighted to see small purple bloom
Which soon will fill air with fragrance grand sight
Hungry insects will feed on nectar with delight

Each one graces the Autumn air
With it's own specialness and blesses
My day with appreciation of simple goodness
Of God preparing beauty to be seen by those that awe


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making It great in 2008 (part 23): come before winter

It's been a good year and now Autumn has passed
and Paul, a servant leader of Christ had given his last
winter is on the horizon and Paul's season was about to end
so he wrote a letter to Timothy and mentioned all of his friends
Paul had come to realize that time waits for no one
he understood that his time on earth was about to be done
come before winter he wrote to his fellow Christians
come before winter so I may see you all again

he had fought the good fight, he had finished the course and stayed true to his faith
he had came through all his trials and tribulations with God's saving grace
it was his final season and in the spirit he had lived
he testified about the goodness of God and the cause to which he did give

when you walk in the spirit, when you're in step with Christ
you'll be more aware of the seasons and the purpose of your life
Paul was most perceptive of his imminent departure from this world
so he penned a letter to his dear fiends from the confines of his prison cell
to Timothy, to Luke and to Mark he wrote these words
to tell them about spiritual warfare and the lessons he had learned
he cautioned them to stay diligent on the Christian battlefield
and to come before winter as his time was about to yield

It was a few good friends that he most wanted to see
fellow brothers and sisters in Christ true disciples of Christianity
it was a few good friends whom had always given him support
and always had his back in whatever spiritual battle he had fought
he also named some people who at one time had did him a wrong
and said that God would repay them for their actions before long

come before winter, come before it's too late
to fight the good fight and possess a true faith
come before winter and please don't hesitate
just stay the course by making it great in 20008


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I Stumble When I Fall

Who am I
this wounded earth 
this silent battlefield
but a lonely tree
rooted in earth
harvested bright seed
thou art here 
to comfort thee

Bury your ear
to the ground
listen for that sound
earth does speak to thee

Yet  I reply that I stumble when I fall

Peach winds surrender 
decayed leaves rain down 
like a wooden soldiers
on hallowed ground 
bare autumn trees embraces me

Galley of angles spread your wings and rejoice in sound
Feet planted firmly on the ground
Remember I have found that 
I stumble when I fall


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ODE TO THE SEASON.

 O! THE NAME SEASON!
 OSCILLATING MY HEART!
 GLARING MY EYES!

 TINY BUDS PEEPED SLIGHTLY WITH THEIR ODOUR IN THE SPRING SEASON.
 TREES SCATTERED TEARS OF LEAVES IN THE AUTUMN SEASON.
 BIRDS CAROLLED THEIR GLITTERING GAZALS THEREIN MOONY SEASON.
 THE DEWS FLING THEIR KISSES ON THE GRASS IN THE WINTER SEASON.

 PEARLY EGGS SPLITED CALMLY THEIR NESTS IN THE SUMMER SEASON.
 MOTHS HAVE WREATHED SINGING THEIR OPERAS IN THE BRIDAL SEASON.
 CRICKETS WELCOMED WITH THEIR  RINGING BELLS AFTER IN THE RAINY 
SEASON.
 YOUR PLATONIC BLOOD PAINTED MY HEART, BRINGS THE SEASON OF 
LOVE!!!


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DEATH

The yellow worm with elusive legs

And sluggish smell stealing stealthily

Into nerves and veins-

camouflaged under

dark leaves

shining like skin of cobra

It creeps like snail and keeps its 

surreptitious advances invisible from mortal

eye, 

A gust of wind blows off the candle

church bells toll within ageing cells

Lord Yama stalks trampling yellow autumn leaves

Under his stamping foot,

gates of Hades stand

wide open ,

new growths bloom and blossom

on graves 

sucking putrid plasma of his

predecessor,

amnesia saveswalls of souls from

defacing -

Stripping us from the coffin of life

 where dost Thou leadest us all thus incognito

 Tell us Ye sullen shadow,unmask Thy enigmatic ugly

face 

or bestow upon the mirthless mortals

The cursed boon of i,mmortality.


      
    
  
 
   

 
 


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Our Exceptional Bond

Here we sit at each others side
A beautiful daughter of innocence
A devoted mother filled with pride

Her gorgeous long flowing hair 
With stunning big brown eyes
My precious gift; a miracle
The most valuable sentimental prize

My mother and my best friend
Her splendor and intelligence alone
Could derail any type of negativity 
For optimism and strength she has shown 

United together as one, our loyalty now in place
A unique special bond unlike any other
Of dedication, trust, and grace

As time has passed we’ve come to realize
The meaning of life and what it entails
It’s not about your monetary possessions 
It’s about the tiniest loving subtle details 

© Autumn Mae Franklin & Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Peace in a Hectic World

Peace in a Hectic World
   
 
The Cold Wind Blows
It speaks loudly as I venture along.
The autumn leaves are falling.
A reminder that Winter
Soon will be here
I try to keep my heart warm
though reminders of death
all around me
The leaves have fallen
The cold has set in.
But Wait! ! ! 
There is beauty all around me
All of creation
a gift from thee
The deer and the animals they run about.
The streams and the rivers running.
Almost speaking silently...peacefully
Truly in this hectic world
There is peace 
There is peace


Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2005 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


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The Glow (Senryu)

Your touch makes me glow like bright leaves with Chlorophyll in the autumn breeze © Joseph, 10/30/07 © All Rights Reserved Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows: the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms which maybe satiric or humorous.


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Autumn Girl

On the scattered leaves
On this Autumn day
The most beautiful girl
In season display
 
Wearing the most gorgeous gown
Of silvers and tans
In slender fit
She delightfully stands
 
Her lovely brown hair
Down her back it flows
Her pretty face
Radiantly glows
 
As she strolls through the park
In a setting so pure
I had to rub my eyes
To know for sure
 
In graceful pace
The trees sway
To honour this beauty
Who walked their way
 
As they shed more leaves
They gently fall
Like Autumn snow
Around this girl


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love3.php



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In Loving Memory

As I lay back in the tall grass
An uncontrollable emotion tears deeply into my heart;
I attempt to understand, "Why?"
Why has God taken one so precious?

Just then, a soft pile of radiant autumn leaves
Forms a plush pillow, and my senses sharpen.
The warm sunshine and a soft gentle breeze
Lovingly touch all that we call life.

Birds in their melodious splendor,
Fly close , and deliver special messages.
Colorful flowers wave gallantly in the wind,
Each having a unique life of its own.

The sound of crystal clear waters 
Carrying crisp and vibrant fallen leaves,
To a distant and Heavenly destination,
Bring fond memories of those we will love forever.

Suddenly, in the midst of floating clouds far above,
Images of those held so dear touch my heart.
And they appear in fond  memories-both comforting and touching.
Only now can I begin to understand, "Why?"

All of these precious souls who we feel we have lost
Are lovingly watching over us from Heaven above,
Helping God create a Heaven on earth,
Enhancing and spreading beauty with everlasting love in their hearts.


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AUTUMN

Autumn weaves its tapestry
Of colors bright and bold
A symphony of nature
A royal vision to behold

On mountains high and valleys low
Everywhere one looks
The master artist paints a scene
Unmatched in picture books

Then as the tapestry unravels
We reflect on seasons past
Wondering why the beauty
Of autumn can not last


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WINTER

           As autumn bids the land farewell
           And winter's visit starts
           An air of pure enchantment 
           Stirs something in our hearts

           The sleeping earth is covered in white
           As the snow falls gently down
           A sight to behold as the sun comes up
           The trees adorned in ermine gowns

           The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns
           On the hills children shriek with delight
           The odor of hickory hangs in the air
           Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright

           Yards are dotted with snowmen
           Each with a jolly bright face
           Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes
           With a shawl of silvery lace

           Footprints dot the landscape
           And in the wintry chill
           A majestic stag stands regally
           A king upon the hill

          Winter is a masterpiece
          Designed for all to see
          A living showcase arranged by God
         To be enjoyed by you and me


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Gautama Told Me

an apparition prophetic
a blond flowery baby girl
be it a sacredly bald monk
we live flashlike lives
i keep my legs fingers arms crossed

won't tell me honestly
when to start or stop
my religion is now at its most
let's continue like autumn rustles
and die like wild quacks

stir me a little more
so that i am a hurricane
calm me to death
so that i am spoken of

dead end is meaningless
pathless grounds i traverse
go up with the angels
down with the mad

you try a mosque in the rise
when the sun begins its smile
flog cheer and crucify

the happy end is in the middle
somewhat off the way
i write to you
go to all the joints of body
be no more little


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A Long - Expected Vacation

    The troubles we face
are rising like the sea itself
      The waters
are rising up around us
        Time for us 
to take a vacation
       An inner vacation
prompted by reading 
        the famed 
 tale of the One Ring
 We shall leave these shores
         Travel to lands full of
mystery and wonder
           A respite 
from clocks, cars and clutter
          We'll fly on gossamer wings
to new and unknown sites
          O! to see the elves
as they head westward
          to watch as dwarves work
their magic in stone
         to speak with wise wizards 
and enjoy the Shire in autumn 
          full from a rich harvest 
and honeycombs dripping
          with the sweetest honey
Yes, we'll take a long - expected vacation
          Our real lives
lie somewhere near Middle Earth
            Waiting to be discovered


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Simple Pleasures

A walk in the park on a bright autumn day, a child on a swing set who just 
happens to glance your way. 

A bowl full of ice cream, a sunset by the bay, these are life's simple pleasure that 
we enjoy each day. 

A cry from a baby, a bark from a dog, or a whisper from the bird who just happens 
to pass along. 

Standing still for just a moment to even remember your alive, is a simple 
pleasure you can achieve even right now, while reading this with a smile. 

In all we are, and in all we do we have much more than most people do. 

We have our freedom, we have our lives, and we have the gift that simple 
pleasures are not millions or houses that one must buy. 

So the next time you want that diamond or that jag you just can't wait.Just 
remember there are children who would love to just run and play. 

So, smile for those who need it. Cry for those that can't and at the end of it be 
grateful you had your simple pleasure and it was such ah blast. 


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THE SEASONS AS THEY CHANGE

Looking out across the valley
brings pleasant memories
of times I stood here drawing
the water, sky and trees.

I've watched the seasons as they change
from wintertime through the fall,
embracing the challenge each one presents
as I've drawn here at the wall.

The springtime with each bud so new
and the summer in it's strength of green,
the autumn with each changing leaf,
there's just so much to be seen.

But I realize that as I've been creative,
my efforts are imitations at best
of the work of One who has created
a Masterpiece far above the rest.

Douglas L. Ace


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AUTUMN MIST


Sun glowing bright
the early morning mist
This ethereal light
is what I have wished

Soft crunch of frost
on an autumn leaf
Red and gold,
swirled and tossed

Soft misty light
Ethereal glow,
deep in autumn wood
The place I know
Red and gold,
swirled and tossed
upon white frost

The sun brightens,
golden glow
This autumn mist lightens,
a memory long ago

This moment I want to last
Soft misty autumn glow
This moment has passed
I have let it go

Red and gold..........
autumn leaves
Swirled and tossed
upon white frost
on this day I hold

This autumn wood
the place I know
I would go back if I could
To enjoy ethereal glow
This place I have missed
This place I have wished

Autumn light,
soft and bright
Red and gold leaves,
frost kissed
in misty white




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Autumn Pantoum

On this autumn day
In the heart of the city
The sun will have it's say
The leaves look so pretty

In the heart of the city 
Joy fills the air
The leaves look so pretty
It's life without care

Joy fills the air
This day is a dream
It's life without care
We are not what we seem

This day is a dream
Heat from above
We are not what we seem
From the sky comes love

Heat from above 
The sun will have it's say
From the sky comes love
On this autumn day


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Epilogue

I remember being loved very much
Of loving you too in the day, in the night and  . . . 
And I remember waking in the early morning
Before the sun rose
Before the moon fell
I remember watching the sighing of moonlight across your skin
How it rained just for us, for you in March
And how the skies shaded the sun on that one-day in October so slightly
I remember our children
And Mary
Rhane
I remember our first child and the way you smiled in those first moments

I remember
In the sighing of my life I remember you
Watching over me
Loving me
Always loving me
And . . .

I remember dying

Growing old together with laughter and tears
Of looking back on our life together
Of being eighty-four summers old and new 
Of celebrating your eighty-third autumn and spring
With our children
And our grandchildren with their squealing laughter and “Nana, Nana!”

I remember my last breath
And how my eyes fell upon you to the last

I remember dying

My story . . . 

It was supposed to end there


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Colour Me

Joy comes in the mourning, 
and you color me true
Colour me red, 
and you colour me blue

Lavender sky dancing 
 on sugar plum clouds
Olive green corn stalks 
 nestled on a farm
Curious black crows 
 nobody wants to know
Orange blossoms planted 
 in soft maple hair
Ruby red slippers
 and no place like home
Crimson red sunset 
 reflects in indigo eyes

Colour me bright, 
and colour me bold
You bring autumn leaves 
painted green and gold


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Change of Season

 Gentle white clouds
beam forth
Kisses of late autumn sunshine.
Flora select the sweet nectar 
from untimely, fading
  deep shades of colors
   hiding the burden
  of approaching winter
underneath 
September’s pleasures.


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Something Light

The sun climbs up a great big hill
To land upon my window sill.

The spider swings from tree to tree
Trying to get away from me.

The little limbs yield to the breeze
As it wanders through the trees.

A cat sneaks across the grass
Toward a mouse upon the path.

A little squirrel searching for seeds
Looks at me, his eyes say 'please.'

A sassy Jay calls me a thief 
It wasn't me who stole his seeds.

A little rabbit we call Billy
Looks at us like we are silly.  

An apple slice he will eat
Nod his head and cross the street.

The weeds have such pretty flowers
Then jump six inches after a shower.

The autumn trees begin to glow
And shed their pretty leaves below.

The owl wakes as evening nears
He hoot, hoot, hoots for all to hear.

The night waits and bides it's time
Waiting for the moon to shine.

As I kneel at days end
I thank you God for all my friends.

                      Cile Beer


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Untitled

Sweet to my eyes under her spell I was hypnotized
Falling over words a fools dance trying to observe;
Her beauty set off on a journey reaching the shores of
My heart, bound to eternity

Walking into a deep felt emotional moment
Nothing has the ability to mimic it
Something pulling from deep down setting forth
A kingdom with two crowns, a peasant and a jester clown

There still is not a sound a king without a crown 
In addition, the queen is no more around
Bitterly shaken there's no mistake; 
In the way, her love left this king 
in his bed sinking beyond despair

Crying to feel; the memories reveal, in that no one could  steal
Tears trailing down hitting struggling tormented by the sound
Her voice travels with remnants expelling 
In everything that in his world exists
Longing for the sweetness, he knew in her lips
The autumn filled scopes her beauty never escaped
Love continues remembrance the only thing left for his love’s sake 


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Wind

Wind


It’s evident that this element has been here before time
Is it all mine?
Just for me, this spring breeze seeping through my window
Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t
What is it?
Composed of Oxygen
That feels so good when it’s hot
But, hurts when its not
Sometimes it brings pain as a hurricane
Or, gloom as a monsoon
A typhoon is the perfect storm
Did it destroy the dinosaurs?
It’s much more than alight breeze
In springtime it’s a tease
In autumn it carries the leaves
But, doesn’t carry disease
It’s colorless, odorless, and tasteless
But so powerful
It’s invisible, but you know it’s there
Because you can feel it, can’t you?
It shakes you bones when it’s cold
In the snow you get chills from it
You can conceal it for a minute
Is it the same wind that flows with the Nile River?
Did it deliver Columbus to America?
Is it the same wind that causes mass hysteria?
In the Sahara Desert 
Did it blow the nose off the Sphinx in Egypt?
Is it the same wind that caused the leaning Tower of Pisa?
Did it help create the continents on Earth?
Was it there when Mary gave birth?
If so, how?
Is it the same breeze I feel right now?


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Arise!

  under the boughs of her personal tree
she counts her wishes,one two three
theleaves fall down so she cannot see
  she falls asleep for a thousand years
the world revolves around her fears
she knows it all but never hears
  the cormorants along the shore
dive for love and evermore
but that's not what she's 
waiting for
  the sentinels address the sky,
pour out their seven bowls and sigh
but she just lets the time go by
  dreaming bouquets and a ball
dancing with her prince so tall
whirlling,twirling through it all
  until the white lord sharp of tongue
brings to mind the old and young
on his stallion he will come
 to brush the autumn leaves away
from where she sleeps
until that day
when he will take her hand and say...
   ARISE!


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Watch the World Turn

The world turns,
Changing every second,
With every whisper of the wind
Every movement of the sea,
Every song of the birds,
All the earth is in motion

Look at your surroundings
And see the change incarnate

Watch as spring first begins –
The flowers in their bloom
The trees all green and glorious
The sky a crystal clear,
All the world seems light and weightless
We see nature and smile at its beauty

Watch as spring bursts into summer –
The sun shining brighter,
The air feeling warmer,
The heat healing the earth,
All the world is free and cheerful
We feel fresh, vivacious and content

Watch as summer rolls into autumn –
The leaves turning all shades of orange
Nature taking on a deeper hue,
The cool starting to finally sink in,
All the world begins, school, work, and play
We adjust to a new routine 

Watch as autumn fades into winter –
The air getting crisper,
The days becoming shorter,
Glittering snow falling softly to the earth,
All the world is comfortable and cozy
We settle down to warm by the fire

Look at your surroundings,
And see the change incarnate
With every breath you take,
Watch the world turn.


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Seasons

                                                                Seasons

                                                   Springtime has passed,

                                                       Summer is a blast,
                                      
                                                 The Autumn mist is near;

                                    Yes, Fall has come and it won't be long,

                                                    Till winters chill is hear.

                                    With Seasons bloom the darndest things,

                                                The Willow's shad the bee,

                                      There is much surprise to wonder of,

                                                  Just take a look and see.

                                    Yes, nothing but pleasures for all to find,

                                          And believe it or not,  they are free...


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AN AUTUMN KING

The growing of a boy
To a man
Steps learned
The passage of journeys
Of the heart
Of the mind
Of the trees

There can only be
One Earth King
Love can never die
He lives
For, he is part of everything

His crown
Now decorated with leaves
From an Autumn Queen
For a boy born in Autumn
Became a man
Became a king
Became everything

The Whispering trees
Sent a leaf
For a new King to wear
For a King crowned
Upon his knees
The responsibility to bear
Of Heartstone

The new King stood up
Proud and tall
With Autumn leaves in his crown
The gathering of the Elements
The Seasons
The Winds
Celebrated in the Great Hall

Faeries , flew
Trees, whispered again
A beginning
Something new
For a king
A beginning
To a new reign

The Heartstone  glowed
For a King
Who stood tall
An Autumn boy
The joy
The love
Brought in to a hall

A sense of sadness
For the passing
Of an Earthen King
His face
His stories
Now on the Tapestry of Magic
That hung in the Great Hall

His love
For everything
The Learning of the Wise Ways
His humility
Is what makes a great King

The leaf
Given by the Whispering Trees
Glowed
Upon his cloak of forest bark and leaves
He kissed it,
and believed

A sense of joy
For an Autumn King
The tears that ran down his face
Were tears of sweet gentle rain
For a boy
A  new  beginning
Born in autumn
Became a man
Became a King


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The Nature of God

The voice of many waters
Rivers, oceans, seas and falls
Extol the Lord of all the earth
From mountains, vales, hills he calls
In the fresh summer air
And in breezy autumn winds
Through the lowest grass, highest  tree
A still small word begins
Beneath rocks and atop plateaus
In open plains and inside caves
None can hide their faces
From the truth that Jesus saves
Ominipresent in all His creation
And the darkness is as the light
His sun does shine by day
And his stars all shine at night
To reveal His face and essence
The way that he sees yours
For all power empowers, never forces
Listen to his praise outdoors


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Earthbound Angel

On what would seem my darkest hour.
And as I was starring blindly into the void.
A voive of reason and calm fluttered down
from the heavens.
A soldier i am not 
so this was not Elysium.
But yet, I stood before golden threads
frolicking in the in the autumn breeze.
Glistening emeralds and the purest ivory.
It must be heaven or some part of it.
This modern day angel but gave me peace
and calmed my heart.
Bonded in pairs of eternal gold we were wed.
And this angel of mine for me she bled.
Giving me salvation and a child.
This modern day angel is my wife.
My guardian angel for life. 



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Autumn Breeze

A warm breeze to soothe away my pain
 A gentle nudge a kind reminder
 that with every momentary loss is gain 
that all things go through the grinder
 to stress less is a small blessing 
swinging in the strong arms of a breeze 
this notions makes all of life at ease 
watching the dandelions dance in it 
to be lulled to sleep with it
 to receive a small reward because of it 
the sassiness of the wind to taunt us so
 to create chaos with one blow
 so i adore its simplicity
 the simpleness that is 
an Autumn Breeze 


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Autumn

Crimson and umber tones swirled in delightful displays.
Glistening and dancing underneath warm, shining rays.

Soft breezes shower trees with aromas when they sway.
Flamboyantly exhibited high on each cool autumn day.

Elegantly you lovingly drift to the earth, serene and gay.
In piles you rustle while the children scamper and play.

Soon hues of winter will blanket in white, blue and gray
How I wish the stunning insignia of autumn would stay.


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AUTUMN MIST

Sun glowing bright 
the early morning mist 
This ethereal light 
is what I have wished 

Soft crunch of frost 
on an autumn leaf 
Red and gold, 
swirled and tossed 

Soft misty light 
Ethereal glow, 
deep in autumn wood 
The place I know 
Red and gold, 
swirled and tossed 
upon white frost 

The sun brightens, 
golden glow 
This autumn mist lightens, 
a memory long ago 

This moment I want to last 
Soft misty autumn glow 
This moment has passed 
I have let it go 

Red and gold.......... 
autumn leaves 
Swirled and tossed 
upon white frost 
on this day I hold 

This autumn wood 
the place I know 
I would go back if I could 
To enjoy ethereal glow 
This place I have missed 
This place I have wished 

Autumn light, 
soft and bright 
Red and gold leaves, 
frost kissed 
in misty white