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.                         ‘Violin’ was written on a soft dark velvet night,
                As I drifted - in the dreams -  of the flickering -  candle light;
           Ne’er pre-planned -  nor pondered - nor was she - pre-conceived,
        She came from deep within me, appearing  on the screen,
               As did my favorite poem - my darling ‘Cannon Lee’.

                ‘The Love of a Gentlemen’ -  and ‘Where the Heart Resides,’
                   Came from treasured memories - I tried to keep alive;
                   With words - chosen carefully - to create solidity,
                          I brought them back to life - to live eternally,
                  In vivid hues - more beautiful - than all the autumn leaves.

                   Others - fell like drops of dew  - from flying fingertips,
           That raced across the keyboard  - in hopes they wouldn’t miss,
                The chance to share the beauty - my eyes now fell upon,
           Through the kitchen window  - across the river -  and beyond,
            Where fields of liquid diamonds - glistened in the early dawn.

                    Others came in metaphors -  disguising secrets held;
                      To painful in reality - for me to ever tell. 
                ‘The Rose and the Thorn’ -  poured herself upon the page,
                     A sonnet of over-whelming grief  - rising up from hidden rage,
                         Releasing me forever - from my gilded cage.

                        These poems I write - come day come night,
                                  Come candle or come neon light,
                       Come wind, come rain, come joy, come pain,
                They are the life - the Great Creator -  breathed in me;
                                         They are my breath! 
                                          They are my poetry!


                               Author:  Elaine George
                               Written:  January 13th, 2010

Inspired by:  Deborah Guzzi's contest 'How Do You do It - How do you write your poems'?

Authors Note:  This poem was written on route to Bath, North Carolina via Ferry 
crossing.  It was written on a note-pad from the' Hampton Inn' and transferred 
to my lap-top after returning to Swansborro.

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010

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In Silence

And so it was that Autumn would die with a gust of wind she said goodbye Of love mortal she sits subdued sipping remnants of death imbued With curtains drawn she lay in rest in silent prose she relived each breath of life abandoned of weary roads where Winter's freeze would glisten alone And so it was that Autumn had gone in the lonely grips of winter without a song

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2012

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The voice of our Star

Bumblebee’s soar through

The doors of spring.

Sharp icicles melt pools,

Of crisp, elegant, water

That sprinkles the ground before them.

While the wind whistles its tune;

The sun emits black rays.

People rise up, enjoying each day,

As if it were their last.


The sun emits black rays.

Daises bloom, sprouting

Its marvelous colors.

The sweet aroma of the Earth-

Fills the sky.


Brisking their wings-

The clouds veer closer. THUNDER howls-

Into the night.

Shouting its anger-

Snow crackles upon the footsteps of the people who,


Concerned, gathering to listen.

The leaves start to flutter away in the gust of winds.

Specks of fire fall to the darkness.

Azalea petals sail off on another journey,

Across the globe.



Melancholy looms

The clouds hover the sky

Water pushes and pulls of the coast

People lay at rest taking,

Their last breaths of the day.


The once bright, baby blue sky is now purple.

The once vibrant autumn leaves


The once radiant trees

Shiver to the flow of wind,

As the day turns to dawn.

The sun emits black Rays. 

Copyright © Angel classified | Year Posted 2015

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Quaking Aspen

We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our barren branches cling
to icy white glitter.

As the breath of winter ebbs
we watch the crystal spring run-off
growing ever greener with envy 
of how it races down the hill; babbling.
We whisper this to one another
in the crisp mountain air, solemn
as we keep watch.

From our station on the precipice
we behold fully the majestic sun
revering at dusk how it paints the sky.
In the failing warmth of autumn, 
we offer in turn, our own reflection of
magnificent golden sunset skies 
in our shimmering yellow foliage. 

We keep company with pines,
firs, spruces, and other prickly sorts.
Conifers aren’t social, which suits us
as we keep mostly to ourselves.
Sentinels must remain vigilant, after all,
watchful for approaching danger. 
We quake from paranoia, probably.
Our bark is pale, above all, for fear.
We’ve seen your kind before.
Your kind we watch most carefully.
If you look close, you will see
from our thousand dark eyes
we always look closely back at you.

Are you dangerous?

Submission for contest: Trees Personified
Hosted by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

*I loved the aspens when my family would go camping in the high Uinta mountain range in Utah. They are beautiful and they can grow at such high elevation (above 10,000 ft) it's really amazing.

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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The Wind of Autumn

In the night
The autumn roars-
Blowing leaves
To my front door-
Begging me
To let them in-
To save them from
The cruel wind-
That tore them from
Their mother’s’ 
Loving limbs-
As helplessly
She stands by –
For with roots
She is tied –
Empty arms
Reaching to the sky-
As her children die-
One by one




Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008

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A Dirge for October

From this spot I watched your splendor.
My sentiments you did render.
For at the zenith of your life,
Your virtue pierced me like a knife.
For you made death appear tender.

Your metamorphosis was free from affectations.
The hills displayed your dissertations.
You taught that change must take place.
Your clouds blocked the summer sun’s face.
And your leaves were your carnations.

But you remind us that everything must die.
And you yourself also went by.
Your affable breeze went away.
Exchanged for a bone chilling dismay.
And your painting on the hills went dry.

The skies wept tears of white,
as the world entered perpetual night.
The arctic winds mourned for you.
With indignation the gusts blew.
And into our slumber vanished the light. 

Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016

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The Leaf

The leaf has fallen from everything it has known
The wind of despair drags the leaf aimlessly
The leaf can not find refuge from its tormentor
The Leaf begs for mercy

Withered and dry, as others float aimlessly by
Wishing for their company, wanting a friend
But, only receiving an evanescent try
Oh, how fate does not bend

Envy the evergreen
They dance with the wind of melancholy
Never falling from grace, never losing to nature's game
Why are they immortal when the rest wonder the earth alone until death

Crumbling, the wind does not stop, nor does it care too
Falling apart, the earth's soil reclaiming me
Fading away, is this peace, or is this just death
I am lonely, afraid

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2013

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To The Fall

It is raining leafs'
They are pouring down
If you half listen
They barely make a sound..
The birds' they do sing,
They doth' fly south
The tinny tinkling
Taste of morning dew
Is so prevalent...
I can taste it in my mouth

Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2014

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Undressing Autumn

The wind gently touched the colored leaves
Shaking them ever so gently and watched
As they glided gently downward to the ground
Soft and colorful not yet crisp from the
ever changing season's cold
Soon the trees will be barren 
The green dress of summer changed
to autumn's splendid colorful suit
The wind smiled for it will have fun
undressing and blowing autumn's leaves.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2013

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I sit here enjoying nature
From high up on the tree
I gaze an encompassing all that is around me

The weather is cool
With a soft breeze flowing through the autumn  leaves
Colors of greens turning to shades of red, yellows, purples, and browns
Gently falling like a light feather
To the floors beneath the canopy of trees

A light  shower of cool rain
Settles on everything in sight
With sunshine reflecting of the water droplets
Each making a rainbow of it’s own
With colors of reds, yellows, blues, and violets

My attention is caught with the sounds of  movement in the brush
With the rustling  and stirring of the different  colored  leaves
Of shades of red, yellows, purples, and brown
On the floors beneath the canopy of trees

I fly very quietly in pursuit of my prey
Eventually spreading my wings and striking with my feet
To snatch my prey

I am sitting on my perch hooting
Swivel  my head more than 180 degrees looking in all directions
Encompassing all that is around me
Waiting for the sounds of movement in the brush to start again


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

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To Be A Scythe

On the days the wind does blow life gets caught up in how things should go and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow but what of those who never know and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow and the scythes will never come home and all hope of good harvest is then forever gone

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012

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To Summer I Plead

Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps

Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent breeze.

Desiccate the grass that invited conversations
But leave the roots unscorched. 

I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains
But Winter entertained me instead.

I won’t let Spring visit me
Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.

Copyright © Glenn Sentes | Year Posted 2012

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Two Merry Leaves

They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air just like pheasants
Till set in my excellent presence

“Red Leaf,” quoth I unto the leader
“To fly, there is nothing more neater
But weren’t you the least bit affrighted
As thus from the breeze you alighted?”

“Dear sir,” quoth the leaf as he flitted
“To fear, for a leaf ain’t permitted
We’re taught from a bud in the cradle
That even a crash isn’t fatal.”

“I say,” quoth I unto the yellow
“You seem to be such a neat fellow
I wonder how likes you this sporting
Or if you a damsel are courting?”

Quoth he, “All this sporting is splendid
The days of my courting are ended
My lover has flown to the northward
While I am constrained to fly southward.”

Before one more word could be spoken
The peace of that moment was broken
Away flew those leaves o’er the treeses
Borne by the chill autumn breezes

October 25, 2012.
For the contest, Up in the Autumn Air. Second place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012

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Breath of Autumn

You can feel the breath of fall
as she blows cold air across the plain
she whispers to the sun
asking it to shine a few more weeks
while she gathers the bountiful yield
bringing closure to the seasons warmth
night temperatures begin to plummet 
her breathing becomes raspy
as  coldness encases
her labored breathing ceases
with a final breath she
brings forth winters frost.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016

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Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012

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August like a sullen glance
You’re having too much fun
Do continue bear in mind
While summer comes undone

August brang the summers eve
So subtle yet decided
Cleaved as were a maiden fair
The middle year divided 

A wind of change how hot and dry
A new way taking hold
Of packing up and putting down
And turning out the old

A breath of new life here there
Scant amid the falling
Tumbling death across the plain
The songbird never calling

August wakes the sky at dusk
Streamers all amiss
A hunter on the east horizon
Seeks the dawning bliss

                                       Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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You came to us graciously
Allowing summer to say her sad farewell
Your cool breezes refresh us
Your beauty we cannot tell.

A small child gathers your fallen leaves
She marvels at their hues,
“Look Gramma, a red one!”
How wondrous to see through her eyes.

We see God’s hand in nature	
We feel His presence in our lives
Each season is a gift to us
And to live for Him we strive.

Copyright © Myrna Terrell | Year Posted 2008

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Magnification of the Proctor

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****************************By Ricky1024*******************************
Written on July 19th 2015 at the general sect, priesthood meeting in East Brunswick NJ.
"To order to subjugate the 'Inner We' we first need {yes indeed} to hone our spears and message the 'Creator...
"God knows well that we need {yes indeed} to subjugate our world with more of our principles."

"To 'Honor and Respect'{what the HECK} through religion is important and well needed  so, so, very much like a tree without leaves, a boat without a sail, or a blind man without guidance, lets take a deeper glance {by chance}".
"A tree with no leaves will not produce shade, a tree with no substance will produce no roots so no wood {as it should} but we can assist!"
"Resist and join my band!"
"Take your brother and sister's hands! "
If not there will be no lumber to heat and slumber!'
"We need to spread our leaves and proliferate, the subjugate.
"We need to grow tall and produce the seed{ in need}.
"Then and only then my fine, writing, friends} will we be...
"As tall as a tree with leaves that that block the sun and display as we {each and every day} on this great planet of Earth {the place of all human birth} as we...
"More then we have been...

Copyright © Dr. Richard Edward Smrkovsky | Year Posted 2015

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Larvae (part 1)

I am a walking fetus, worm-like crawling alone
Its sad, because as a baby I've yet found a place to call ''home''
Ouch, my stomach is grumbling, from the ever-lasting hunger
Mommy, Daddy, where are you is all I ever wonder
Is this how life goes, I'm struggling day-to-day to live
I shouldn't be feeling like this, I'm a larvae, a kid
It's winter and its cold, I feel walked on like the green mold
This time of the year I should have someone to hold
Not to mention the ruthless autumn that just passed
I was trapped under endless leaves and feeling like I'm masked
Spring, I never saw, maybe I'll live to see the next one
If I'm able I would go downtown and sight-seer near the lake-front
Summer was a bummer, every single day its hot and humid
I'm the prey of the birds, to crawl around do I look stupid
If something is going to happen with my life it has to happen now
I will not sink beneath my anguish but battle on is what i vow
I'm getting tired of almost being stepped on and ran over
As soon as I get my chance at it, this world I will take over
Then I start to fell helpless like now, It wasn't meant to be
Thats when an agonizing pain starts to bind all over me
What is going on, I'm paralyzed, I can't move any of my tiny little feet
Ohh great, now I have a set of headlights coming toward me
I'm looking in fear of being crushed by what seems to be a cadillac
Then the universe spins me around and my whole world turns black... 

Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009