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Details | Free verse | |

Where The Sycamore Grew

The house seemed smaller, now seen with older eyes...
The street seemed narrower, the trees taller..
Where once were open fields across the road
New construction had bloomed
The small fruit orchard had disappeared

But somehow we knew it would still be there....
Strangely different, ...yet much the same

There was an unfamiliar young child's tricycle
On the flagstone path that we laid...
In front of this little house that lies
Beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...

Suddenly, thirty years faded into that autumn day
And quickly had become a springtime of our lives..... 
...of first Christmas trees,..of first anniversaries...
            ...a place where I cried night after night when mother died...
                       ...and spent long, starry nights holding newborn babes....
Yes....it is all still there, in the little yellow house

Funny, but I'm glad they kept the yellow...
It has the same white shutters...
The little yellow house, with a flagstone pathway that we laid
That sits beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...


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Details | Rhyme | |

Winds of Autumn

I called to the winds of autumn
As they wrapped up the dying year;
"Oh stay for a moment and tell me
Of answers I need to hear".

Who is the rival of prudence
Who is the merchant of crime
Who closes the eyes of beauty
And steals the hours of time?
Who brings the winter to age
From the springs of the fountain of youth
Who is the companion of sorrow
And destroys the justice of truth?
Who's the apprentice of Satan
The Prince of the Power of Air
Whose appetite is transgression
With more than enough to share?
Who weakens the power of the great
Who slaughters the wisdom of wise
Who brings the honest and gracious
To depths that others despise?

The winds of autumn now answered
With a voice like a phantom call
"It's an evil afflicting so many
Who drown in the drink alcohol."
This is the spell of the devil
Who casts his net from hell
An addiction with power to destroy
Gathering all who are caught in its spell
For his net will gather the unwary
To beguile lost souls with his breath;
This is the destruction of lost dreams
That perish in the arms of death






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THE OLD OAK TREE


         Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

                   For some; destine to fall
                   upon stony ground, a part
                   of life’s infernal gyration.
                   Yet for those that fall
                   within your reach, to live
                   on within your soul!

         While limbs that stretch
         towards the solstice, create
         vivacious veins as channels of hope,
         a pledge of foliation continues
         to endure what spring has
         furnished; autumn expires. 

                   Yes! If we can but learn
                   from nature’s complex simplicity,
                   that life be of a cycle
                   from the seed we are conceived,
                   then let spring be my beginning
                   winter my exultant eve!

         Let our two cultures
         merge as one, the
         decomposed humus
         to become the sustenance;
         our transfusion the
         new beginning.

                   Let us breathe the
                   fragrance of born again;
                   let each slender limb,
                   stout body bear our
                   tenaciousness, each lyrical
                   leaf our life’s blood.

          Let us mollycoddle each
          precious tear that falls from a
          angry sky; dance gracefully
          upon the wind, embrace
          on moonless nights, bathe
           in summer madness.

                   Let us hear the bluebell call,
                   the daffodil pray, the apple
                   blossom bear witness; the
                   clamour of the field mouse
                   the pitapat of the butterfly
                   the silence of lovers in love.

             Let us be sanctuary to the
             symbolic songstress, scuttling
             squirrel, vulgar urchin;
             a fortress for the warrior
             a haven for the pacifist
             an inspiration for the poet!

 EPILOGUE 

                  The call of springtime
                   we will invoke,
                     logging representative
                      we will gladly choke;
                        nature’s guardian.
                          “This! Obliging old oak.”

Copyright Harry J Horsman 2000


        

         








Details | Rhyme | |

Lives to Live

I need more lives for me to live
In this universe of beauty;
I plan more days to find new ways
Of doing freedom's duty.
I need not more joy than this
For I am life's dear lover;
And when I wage to turn the page
I'd never want another.

The glorious pledge of sunny Spring
With sweet June coming after;
Bring autumn sighs and summers cries
Lost in winter's laughter.
With virgin moons and scorching noon’s
And stars of a thousand nights;
I'd need no heaven if love be given
With all its sweet delights.

There are many splendors for the eye
And such music for the ear;
The mind would reel with all to feel
And see to touch and hear.
There's many ways to spend the days
And more to do what's kind;
For bread now cast on waters past
Returns again I find.

There are such gifted souls to know
And many more to learn;
While a promise rests in earth's warm breast
And unknown stars still burn.
In six days God made all the earth
The bible is known to say;
Six lives I need to plant a seed
Of love with one for each dear day.

But sad if love should fly away
Or hide his face from me;
Six lives aren’t much if I had such
But one’s all that need be.
With unhappy May and sorry June
Sad dawns and weary night;
A sorry world through space was hurled
When love had lost her light.


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My Favorite Devonshire

Past-Life Nightmare
A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared going to bed.
What caused these nightmares that raged in her head?
Even when grown, the torment persisted,
so a therapist’s aid she enlisted.

“Hypnosis,” said he, “might offer some clues.
Why not try it?  You’ve just bad dreams to lose.”
Once under, he guided her to a room --
here people’s lifetimes in books were entombed.

“Find one that is yours,” her counselor said.
Quickly she did, but before it was read,
she felt an ache, saw just a faint title.
The words, she thought, said “Alister Bridle.”

The hypnotic trance now suddenly broke;  
puzzling questions “Mr. Bridle” evoked.
For many years she thought that was her name;
perhaps a past life had been filled with pain.

Who was this man?  She simply had to know!
Seasons passed, summer suns made way for snow.
In Florida now, 1998,
she thought all the nightmares she had escaped.

But strange dreams always catch us by surprise --
when the lights grow dim, our minds fantasize.
Cloaked in velvet, she left her parents’ farm,
stealing away on a late autumn morn’.

To meet her love, she climbed on the carriage,
knowing her folks would forbid their marriage.
Warm-hued leaves carpeted the hillside road,
and her pulse beat fast; she’d soon join her beau.

She thought only of him; joy cast its smile,
but that’s when he called, “Alice, the bridle!”
The leather band broke and wrapped ‘round her knee.
To the ground she was pulled; her horse ran free.

She met death, but past-life dreams recycle,
and she’d never been “Alister Bridle.”



*Based on real events I experienced.
--Carolyn Devonshire

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I first read this gripping narrative as an entry for my contest & I
felt chills when I read this-& to know that it is based on real events makes this even more amazing for me. I placed this 2nd place in my first ever contest :D.

For me (& I think to so many others) Carolyn has a real gifted pen-- she can write just about anything & truly evoke emotions within you. She writes about realities of her life & she can take you with her. So Carolyn, continue writing your gems & we'll continue enjoying them :)

Also, thank you so much for all the wonderful comments, they're truly heartfelt & that's one of the things I love about you. Hugs & love!


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn

Summer is gone now and fall with her beautiful face Softly just arrives. Spreading joy with her colours And thrilling with her magic. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 8.10.2014


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colors

          Autumn Colors

Trees shake old cobwebs from their heads
A kaleidoscopic parade of colors tumbles down
Pretty reds and yellows, parasol shapes
Parachute softly and collect in mounds  
Falling leaves that drift and cross our paths 
Brought on by climates cooler winds
Leave the trees in all their majesty
To become the magic of the season 

Created on 9/03/14 for Autumn Colors poetry contest


Details | Crystalline | |

Seeing Autumn's oak adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14


Details | Etheree | |

Cruelest Winds

Autumn leaves released against the cruelest winds
unmoored, without  a distant shore to land
have no instruction, nor direction, 
swept up on waves of winter seas
Drifting boats without their oars
curled tight against themselves
Here, there, ...soaring where?
until they fall
and crumble
into
dust

While
I must
not stumble 
and must not curl
tight against myself
but be kin to nature...
soar the waves of winter seas
adrift in a sea of knowledge
following directions of my heart
unmoored, but with a distant shore to land
against the future of autumn's cruelest wind



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9/12/14  For Shadow's Contest: Double Etheree


Details | Personification | |

MY POEMS

.                         ‘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'?
PLACED: SECOND

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.


Details | Terza Rima | |

December Sky

I sit, with deep contentment, by the window 
And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed
The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed 

My time quietly slipped into the picture
Between my only son and his firstborn son
Between the past, the present, and the future

I have the feelings, but no words are spoken
When the words are spoken, my own feelings gone
Hidden for life, in my sagging rocking chair

I felt the late afternoon cold breeze, touching 
White-bearded face, with the autumn scent tingling 
While the golden sun has faded, into gray

I saw the charmed naked ladies, still smiling
In a bright purplish pink, for there are no snows
Soon, the land will be white, when tomorrow bows

As I eagerly wait for December sky
To glow, with sensational firecrackers’ lights
In my arms, my grandson awaken from sleep

No words spoken, but, has the smile on his face
In him I saw myself, in my father’s arm
Now I know, December’s coming, to give grace




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.


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Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


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Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.


Details | I do not know? | |

REVELATION

     
     
      Like a rose by autumn broken,
      losing charm of wound in the frost,
      so with a tear in me 
      your heart -my heart hurts.
      And I'm not care not color nor bird,
      no feel sorry for this tiny drass,
      in each image and star I found
      see a shadow of your trail not once,
      captured by the visual fraud,
      fly like free butterfly in your sections 
      and search and call, but you're not
      your are not a bird nor a blade,you are
      just a piece of my heart and breath....


     
                                   
                                                   /"REVELATION" -Natalia Georgieva/


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Autumn Alone



Dearest Autumn of glory and rage of windswept memory still alive on the page I ponder and dream of love once held for now the dusty book alone on the shelve If only to rekindle a fire of orange glow a lifetime of promise of love I bestow Each leaf of gold fire tattered torn..........


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Kyrielle | |

BEYOND LOVE

The sun will rise,the sun will set,
no more love will life beget;
The day will break,the moon to rise,
no more love,as this life dies;
The Summer heat,or Winter cold,
no more love will this life hold;
The Autumn fall,and Springtime green,
no more again,will love be seen;
The wheat will shoot,the grass will grow,
no more again sweet love to know;
The grape will ripen on the vine
no more,no more will love be mine.



inspired after reading an essay by Nicholas Ferrar(1592-1637) the English ascetic of the Little 
Gidding community(was also TS Eliot's inspiration foth the last of his Four Quartets).


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 | Narrative | |

Seasons of Life

As spring brings life to all that sleep
Spirit, body and mind renew
Joy reflects in bursts of blossoms
Heralding new birth to God’s creation
As man and nature journey as one
In a dance of celebration
Hope reborn in all that live

As the summer of life screeches by
Visitors invited, welcome to share
Love, laughter, living and dying
Soon comes bittersweet joy of liberation
Knocking, bearing gift of freedom
As mountains rise along the way

As the autumn of life drifts in
The lights of my eyes will grow dim
Yet the hummingbird still sings
Joy of my vision, my rock
Through light of day or darkest night
Like a child I trust, I sleep

As the winter of life arrives
When my tresses turn white as snow
With the sound of my voice just a whisper
Though shallow breath, my prayers ascend
To the joy of my salvation
Just beyond invisible gates
I will in quiet adoration kneel


Note:  Written 9/17/09
          By Audrey Carey
          Entry for Constance La France's "Why Oh Why" Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Van Buren Station

On high-back benches
weary shoppers clutch their parcels
and slump.
Wrapped in a yellow green haze
Van Buren station sleeps
beneath Chicago's vibrant streets.

Outside, on wood-plank platform
we drink-in the coffee warmth
of October's fleeting sun.

"South Chicago, 23rd, 47th, 53rd, 57th"

Like some unraveling mass of I-beam steel
the tracks begin to rumble and shake.
The slant nosed Metra comes and goes.

Across the tracks in autumn plume
Grant Park displays her rows of golden elms.
A nor’ east wind dances bow upon bow,
with a gentle sway that shears away
a sifting rain of harvest leaves.

"Park Forest South, 23rd, 47th, 53rd, 57th"

On the slant nosed Metra
I hurry home.


Details | Sonnet | |

Leaves of Rust

Leaves of rust do bounce within the brisk wind As trees release them from whence they ascend The frigid air blows down the lane of leaves Orange charms lay about where we all believe The sun sits low barely over the drive Straw blends with the grass as fall comes alive The crispness of each day flaunts us with pride Colors of autumn describes the outside Trees are nearing their midnight life cycle Almost bare with few leaves to recycle Crops are near the height of sowing prowess Yellow stalks surround the farmhouse fortress The season does explain the cool weather It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Russell Sivey


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Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


Details | I do not know? | |

FRIENDLY GHOSTS

I was visited by ghosts again, last night, 
But they were not the ghoulish kind.
These ghosts were friendly phantoms,
From the sunshine meadows of my mind.

First, came the Ghost of Childhood
From his home, so far away.
He took me back to green fields, 
Where I used to run and play.  
Some dark memories live there,
They are always near, you see.
But Ghost of Childhood was so bright,
That they were forced to flee.

Then, there came the Ghost of Youth,
From somewhere up above.
He took me back to summer nights
Of soft ice cream, and puppy love.
But here, were painful memories
Of a tender, autumn day,
But when they saw the Ghost of Youth,
They quietly slipped away. 

At last, I met the Ghost of Years,
And he seemed old and wise;
I saw the love of long lost friends
Glowing warmly in his eyes.
Sweet memories of departed souls
Prepared my heart to weep,
But Ghost of Years smiled down on me,
And lulled me back to sleep.

My guardian ghosts surround me,
And shield me with their might,
When bitter memories come around
To haunt me in the night.


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SEASONS

Springing and bounding like a lamb 
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.

Shimmering heat waves swim and rise, 
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?” 
Remembering winter--bring it again.

Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast 
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons, 
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.

White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.


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Woodpecker

I keep pecking at the tree of life
Only finding the bugs of strife.
No nourishment for my aching heart
No detailed map or starry chart.

Pieces of bark I chip away
Searching for the essence of yesterday.
Rings of wisdom in the tree
My eyes too blind to clearly see.

The autumn of my life is here
For spring and summer I shed a tear.
For if I knew what I know now
Would have done it different somehow.

Yet different choices would have led
To different sets of regret.
Better to stop pecking at the tree
Maybe it made, for a better me.


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Awakening ...

Reaching hands
fingertips touching
Clasping.
      Finally.

Pull me down
to golden depths of you
where quiet awaits in breathless peaceful.
Wrap your broken mind around my
grateful soul
and hear the healing songs of 
God’s spirit ....
     hummingbird wings as they kiss your cheek
     spring breezes through autumn pines
      incoming tide in twilight sleep
      winter’s first snowfall ~

open your eyes
remember mine
and
    take my hand ...


Details | Free verse | |

Yesterdays People

 

Their days are very much the same Like soldiers marching to the drum The cadence of the ticking clock Marking time as each day passes They wrap themselves in memories Replayed like notes of a well known song Steps slowed by the weight of years Their candles growing short We look at them but do not see We listen without hearing They are but shadows in our minds Close but yet so distant But if we were to look inside We would find ourselves Sharing needs that transgress age And values that are timeless They are the you of days gone by Their life then still in bloom The taste and thrill of love and life Now just footprints on their hearts And as their many seasons grow And their autumn becomes winter Who will mourn and say goodbye When their soul meets its tomorrow
Inspired by volunteering at a nursing home and watching the deterioration of body and mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Fall is a brewing

Outside October perches it's little feet
upon summer's fading scenery,
replacing marigolds with mums
and swapping tiki torches
for dimly lit jack o' lanterns,
illuminating midnight
with another seasons mysterious approach

and I cannot help but wonder
if fall had a heart,
to whom would it belong
(a fallen leaf,
the moon's cycloptic eye,
or perhaps someone of human descent)

an owl gazing restlessly
at the cool, autumn sky
seems to be interrogating God
with the same, single question
who, who, who

but no one answers


Details | Verse | |

Equinox

All things being equal, as they are upon this day,
The time of light and that of dark equivalent of span,
We sat upon the beaten bench above the traffic crawl,
Sipping from the draining hours as they broke and ran.

Aloft the terraced houses, huddled ramshackle and spent,
A shepard sky of red delight beneath the stars above,
As dimly they revealed themselves when night came closing in,
Soft focused glitterati beads that shone on fledgling love.

And looking in her eyes I thought of all that was to come,
Of all the kingdoms I might walk if she were at my side,
Bedazzled by her tilting head, the bronze cascade of hair,
A chisel jimmied in my heart and snapped it open wide.

All things being equal, as they were that vernal point,
When spring had risen in her breast and sang within my head,
Little did we realise these moments had a twin,
Equality in darker terms when Autumn dared to tread.  


Details | Couplet | |

A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE for fantasy contest

                                A CLASSIC SUMMER IN GREECE

               Viciousness and mystery erupt on arid soil.
               Summer heat and idle time can make the spirits boil.
               Languishing in stuffy rooms with very little sleep--
               Night time flickers of the light-- imagination leaps.
                  
               Heat that beckons times long past invade a fevered head—   
               Athena pleases lovers mid her goddess silken bed,
               Grecian legs march bravely –- prelude Olympian races--
               Soldiers dream they sail away to see exotic places.

               Heat waves shimmer landscape –men will do what they are told--
               Spearborn soldiers helmeted sing down a dusty road.
               Tho in mind they join their lovers whispering by the sea,
               Drink of mountain waters --rest their head on sweetheart’s knee

               Helen, when she sailed away –a wayward selfish wife
               Without a backward glance she risked the cost of human life--
               Was it the heat that made her crazed to do this foolish thing?
               A fit of summer boredom could create this witless fling.

               Autumn winds are blowing now-- Troy’s nights turn cool and fair--
               Does Paris try to ditch her --as naked Helen combs her hair--
               Does Hector tell his brother--get this woman out of here--
               Does Helen beg to stay-- and tell her lover not to fear?

               Heat can play the brain and make it dance a backward tune--
               Clarity as sun tricks down—repeats a former June,
               Perhaps there is a lesson learned from heat that sears the soul--
               Summertime romance will write us each a tragic role.

Victoria Anderson Throop ©
1/11/13


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 | Rhyme | |

When

   The dreams we had and pleasures held,
in yesterday's embrace,
I watch as twilight starts to meld,
into your lovely face.

   The spring came fast, then summer's glow,
the pale blush of your cheek,
the joy I thought I'd never know,
the touch that left me weak.

   How quickly autumn came around,
and stole away the splendor,
to take from us without a sound,
the sweetness summer rendered.

   Where are the dreams when we first met?
What happened to those days?
How can you be so close and yet,
still be so far away?

   An eternity has passed me by,
in moments, one by one,
your scent still lingers in my sky,
like sweet heather in the sun.

   When can I spend my life with you?
When will we be together?
What is it that I have to do,
to make us last forever?


Details | Haiku | |

Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.


Details | Kyrielle | |

HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO

tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the Seasons around
tick-tock  tick-tock
outdoors ,Summer sounds
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the months around
tick-tock  tick-tock
the Autumn harvest abounds
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the weeks around
tick-tock  tick-tock
Winter freezes the ground
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the days around
tick-tock  tick-tock
then Spring renewal is found
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the years along
tick-tock  tick-tock
what will be our song
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges all,towards another place
tick-tock tick-tock
life eternal,comes only by grace
tick-tock  tick-tock


Details | Lyric | |

Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 


Details | Quatrain | |

You Were Always There

As I headed down that highway, running from my dreams
Wondering why I never stopped to take the chance
Living on the edge keeps you moving constantly
But there comes a time you have to learn to dance.

Life is what you make it, so give it all you got
Go out and have some fun and raise some hell
Tomorrow will become yesterday and not return again
You can't win the race by standing at the well.

Looking back at all the times I've tried and always seemed to fail
Wondering why God ever put me on this earth
Then realizing the challenges always made me stronger
And I've been given a whole lot more than I was worth.

Now in the Autumn of my years, thinking back to days of glory
I stop and say a silent prayer
I've been to the mountains and valleys, oceans and plains
When I needed You, Lord, You were always there.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gemini Eyes In Sapphire Skies

(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by

You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's

June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"

Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)

Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION


Details | Verse | |

The Solemn Wraith That Passes

The solemn wraith that passes, 
once a child whose life in stasis 
fell, cursed by the cruel kiss of fate, 
scuds as the Autumn clouds across 
the full moon of the grieving mind.

Disappearing as the Winter snows 
when Spring rain drills the grey repose, 
young victim of an adult hate, 
in memory you still bear the loss; 
each sorrowed thought serves to remind. 

The solemn wraith that passes, 
wept and shadowed like molasses, 
fixes at your throat an amulet 
and holds there fast the albatross, 
the cross-born love of womankind.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Darling Little Granddaughter

I thought that meaning in my life had taken its leave
The exuberance of youthfulness blown away by an autumn breeze
I had completed all objectives required of a growing man
Then my darling little granddaughter reached up and held my hand

As my hand engulfed her little one, she looked up into my eyes
There was more for me to give in life I suddenly realized
I was not ready to be put out to pasture and slowly fade away
My darling little granddaughter gave me hope for the coming day

The accomplishments of years gone past meant nothing to this girl
She just needed the hold of a hand she trusts to walk her out into this world
I have much left to live for and much still of me to give
My darling little granddaughter inspired me still to live


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Pantoum | |

Out the Window

The house is perfect for the autumn days With the windows built just for the sunlight Beautiful feel brought by the morning haze Letting light in, letting things be real bright With the windows built just for the sunlight Looking out the window you see beyond Letting light in, letting things be real bright You can see out there a nice little pond Looking out the window you see beyond There’s a pathway that leads into the yard You can see out there a nice little pond Seeing and not being out there is hard There’s a pathway that leads into the yard It’s a tender sight that I am seeing Seeing and not being out there is hard Opening my heart, this is sure pleasing It’s a tender sight that I am seeing Beautiful feel brought by the morning haze Opening my heart, this is sure pleasing The house is perfect for the autumn days
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

The Loyalty Bond

How kind of you to think of me
On this beautiful autumn day
Were your thoughts regarding your loyalty?
Or were they thoughts rehearsed to display?

Such a powerful thing, this loyalty bond
Something we all inevitably yearn
A bond of trust and fidelity
A bond which we all must earn

Many will take it lightly
Most will not understand
Some will honor and embrace it
Yet the majority will heartily disband

I laugh at the thought of the loyalty bond
The yearning of a bond which does not exist
Its amazing how all of us will long for
An illusion so easily dismissed


Details | Free verse | |

leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



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 | Sijo | |

Lights in the City

The lights in the city at night are warm and inviting Harboring seasonal influence through the core of its being They swarm with a great brilliance of an orange and red glow
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Round

Summer sunshine in her hair
The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s promise buried there
Hints of Spring therein lies

The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s snow upon her skin
The seeds of Spring wait to rise
To field the Summer once again

Winter’s snow upon her skin
Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s vow to come again
Until Autumn takes its place

Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s sunshine in her hair
Autumn hints leave bare a trace
That Winter’s cold will follow there


Details | Verse | |

In Love

In love is when
The snows of winter vaporise,
And buds appear,
When veils ascend from jaded eyes
And they clear,
When the heart deliciously surges,
And defibrilates,
And the rush of tender urges
Intoxicates.

In love is when
The breath of autumn whispers low,
And fires burn,
When in promises of fresher snow
Leaves fall and turn,
When the saddest pang of losing
Begs exquisite pain
When the things beyond one’s choosing
See it go again.

NOTE: I'm still alive. Been busy with my ongoing music project, which saw me turn to 
songwriting and amateur - very amateur - music video production, which can be checked out 
on the link below if anyone has a mind to. This new piece marks a tentative return to poetry. 
More to follow, perhaps.

POP ART!

http://www.myspace.com/thewatercolours


Details | Verse | |

TIME AND PLACE


                                          Going aboard a plane
                                          From the summer sun 
                                          Going out of the plane
                                         To the autumn and rain

                                          It is said away is lovely
                                           But home is the best                 
                                               Where is lovely
                                               Where is home











30.09.2012
A-L  Andresen :)


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 | Light Poetry | |

Darkness Arising

As autumn arrives and mornings grow dark
I struggle to get out of bed
When I hear the alarm, I press the ‘snooze’
And pull the duvet up over my head

The alarm sounds again, I switch it off
Turning over for five more mins
Until some time later I’m rushing around
Late for work, because I’ve slept in!

This never occurs in the summer
When I’m up, out of bed, with the larks
So why do I find it an arduous task
To do the same, when mornings are dark?


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Sonnet | |

Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace


In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

*Note
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Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

The Unwritten Biography of Rambrandt -1620 - 1699

Without a word - you speak to me through particles of pigmentation
For centuries held within the grip of linseed oil
Where now I gaze upon  the many faces that you wore
And their beauty shakes  me to the very core
For in each one I see and  feel the life you lived 
All the different stages -  on which you played
Each faze of life - portrayed in raw emotion
So powerfully and brilliantly displayed:
Surprise, confusion, anger and mockery,
Humbleness, arrogance and gaiety
Contentment, resentment, agitation and condemnation 
Impatience, sadness, bitterness, and sorrow
And finally resignation  all conveyed - 
In vibrant shades of autumn leaves
That without a word, so loudly and profoundly  - speak to me.

~~~~

Written:  July  8, 2011 - 0:03 a.m.
Inspired By Brian Strand’s contest: 
POETA -ANY FORM/ THEME max 15 lines

Awarded: 1st Place
~~~~~~
Note from author as taken from Time Life Library of Art:

No artist has left a loftier of more penetrating persoanal testament
than Rembrant van Rijn.  In more than 90 portraits of 
himself that date from the outset of his career in the 1620's 
to the year of his death in 1669, he created an 
autobiography in art that is the equal of the finest ever produced 
in literature---even of the intimately analytical Confessions of St. Augustine.


Details | Ode | |

Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.


Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.


Details | Free verse | |

No more Goodbyes

Like autumn colors
I will not be here for long

Forgotten for a year
Until they search high & low
In Northern paradise
Come early September

Like status updates
You will give me your thumbs up
You may even give me your words

But, you will erase me

Replace me

Like tainted preacher who has their cake
At their “god’s” restaurant called, “Bulimia’s”
They will never be satisfied

They will preach Spanish sermons
While embracing separation anxiety
Forgetting His word
In valuing a friend

Like ghosts
They will haunt
But disappear when I look forward

They will cry
When I’m no longer around

Because
Like Serenity’s incipience
I let them go

Finding my way home

Finding my way home

My way home

© Drake J. Eszes

“And I’m done seeking treasure just to wake up in an early grave.  So I stopped right there and said, ‘Go all alone, cause I won’t follow’. This isn’t giving up, this is letting go. Out with the old dreams I’ve borrowed. The path I call, from here on out, will be my own. A path to take me home.” –Rise Against


Details | Sonnet | |

SEASONS OF LIFE

                      seasons is the relationship.
                                 changes a lot.
                      SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
                                  WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
                      SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
                                  AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
                      THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
                                  LIGHTING occurs when.,
                      i miss my LOVED ONE.
                                  RAIN occurs when.,
                      i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
                                 BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
                      that's the life,
                                 which i spend with my DEAR ONE.


Details | Couplet | |

The Leaves of Life

The breath of spring gives us new hope
after a long winter is our only way to cope

Fresh leaves are so green and new
bringing forth life in another hue

Flowers, the shade, the birds and bees
all busy with life as we look to the trees

Summer songs from the wind as the trees talk
just waiting for a couple to rest after a long walk

Here and there a yellow leaf shows its locks
the autumn season is just around the block

We loose a few leaves as we watch them fly
but we gain much more with fruit for a pie

When mornings start to get a little colder 
the colors in the leaves get much bolder

As Autumn leaves fall and hide our path
winter is around to corner to show it's wrath

Edward J Ebbs


Details | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.


Details | Villanelle | |

Golden Yellow Trees

The blue sky peeks at me quite far away Through the warm golden yellow autumn trees They look like gold placed against the blue day This lively scene looks beautiful today The path goes straight forward where you see The blue sky peeks at me quite far away The sight is amazing, I truly say I walk the path of trees so I can be They look like gold placed against the blue day The row of trees glow with yellow this day The whole land here grows as if it’s so free The blue sky peeks at me quite far away I go down whistling and thought this way The sky with the trees sure does impress me They look like gold placed against the blue day I know the sight will stay with me I say Golden color of the trees delight me The blue sky peeks at me quite far away They look like gold placed against the blue day
Russell Sivey


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?


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Couplet | |

When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"


Details | Quatrain | |

Old Age

The autumn of life comes upon sinner, saint or sage
          Holding the soul in withering body’s bondage

The birds of beauty, charm and vigor long flown
              What a profound calamity is man’s old age


Details | Haiku | |

---an autumn morning

an autumn morning
while walking in the rain
soup cooking


Details | Haiku | |

autumn leaves keep me (haiku)

Autumn leaves keep me
Pensive, wrapped in reverie
Amidst the colors


For: Shards of Light Contest by Raul Moreno 

It is autumn in the southern hemisphere (my second home is Sydney)


Details | Quatrain | |

The Autumn Of Our Lives

Autumn of our Years

The black clouds race like a murder of crows
No space between their wings
What’s in store no one knows
We will have to take what life brings.

Leaves fly past at racing pace
The rain slashes down like stair-rods
Summer's gone it never showed it's face
Autumn knock,  trees bow their heads and nod

Another season over a new one to begin
What will autumn bring when the harvest is in.
From time immemorial to a time whenever
Each season follows the last, the circle will end never.

To take joy from each season, can be hard to do 
As we grow with each one, our circle rolls too
“In the autumn of our years” never let anyone say that to me
I’m spending my circles in the summer now and for all eternity…
© ~GG~ 10/09/2012


Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn Air

It’s near, it’s here you can feel and smell it too
Autumn has blown in; the air is worn out, not new
The decaying of the leaves fills the autumn breeze
Blowing free and fast it brings in the autumn sneeze…

Flu season has arrived with the decay filled autumn air
It’s not right we didn’t get a summer, it really isn’t fair
All the seasons strike a fear in someway for all of us
Winter snows, the north wind blows and makes you want to cuss…

Spring brings with it hay-fever, another sneezing season
Summer gives us sunburn, but we risk that for a reason
We all need the sun we bathe and wallow and breathe it in
But when the autumn reaches us, it really is a sin...

Dark nights swoop on down, just like a Halloween ghost
Winds batter us all inland and not only on the coast
Rain is ever constant, breeding fresh new bugs for flu
So autumn air is for the flu-jab, it’s now time for that to renew.
© 31/10/2102~GG~

Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Mist

The sky is grey then yet
the sun’s rays still prevail
in shining light on to colour
deprived land.
The trees have shed their leaves,
they litter the dark ground almost
hiding a dark secret of what is
hidden beneath.
The wind blows scattering leaves
making them swirl on the ground
covered in a sea of brown.
Butterflies are my only company
in this gloomy and sombre land
they provide the only colour
alighting the memories of more
happier times;
no sound emits for no animal walks
on this land except myself.
My footsteps are muffled by the dead 
leaves, they softly crunch under 
my delicate feet.
My silk dress twirls in the wind as
I walk, my exposed skin becomes red
by the cold air making goosebumps
thrive upon my soft silken skin.
My thoughts are sad for I remember
the days when the land flourished
dominated by an ocean of colour then
yet here I stand in a ghostly land
with nothing but the wind and a few
beautiful butterflies for company
for the autumn mist has engulfed
the essence of colour and life.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Narrative | |

Where The Sycamore Grew

“to hold, as ‘twere, the mirror up to nature”  William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601


                                          +++++



The house seemed smaller, seen with older eyes...
The street seemed narrower, the trees taller..
Where once were open fields across the road
New construction had bloomed
The small fruit orchard had disappeared

But somehow we knew it would still be there....
Strangely different, ...yet the same
There was an unfamiliar young child's tricycle
On the flagstone path that we laid...
In front of this little house that lies
Beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...

Suddenly, thirty years faded into that autumn day
And quickly had become a springtime of our lives..... 
...of first Christmas trees,..of first anniversaries...
            ...a place where I cried night after night when mother died...
                       ...and spent long, starry nights holding newborn babes....
Yes....it is all still there, in the little yellow house

Funny, but I'm glad they kept the yellow...
It has the same white shutters...
The little yellow house, with a flagstone pathway that we laid
That sits beyond the curve, where the old sycamore grew...

                                                ++++++


4/20/11  Submitted for Constance La'France's Contest "The Tree"
By Carrie Richards


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Free verse | |

The Photographer's Dream

A photographer dreamed 
Of a telephoto lens 
Capturing light waves  
From beginning to end.
Since time unleashed 
When the Big Bang leaped 
And particles began life’s history 
In swirling clouds he wondered how 
He might picture a piece of the mystery.
Through polished glass converging past
Planets, stars and seas
Of swirling waves that danced and swayed 
No less than windswept trees.
As he focused his dream glass
Where present meets past 
And depth of field is wide;
Where the image is clear and light streaks steer, 
Far away from the photographer’s eye.
With shutter speed set like a fast speed jet 
Blazing through the blue-white wispy above
Turning his wings on the bird that sings 
And a girl who once stole his love.  
Racing through time while continuing to climb
Higher through the prism of light
His finger feathers the button below
Capturing the moment in flight.  
Lingering there in pure mid-air 
Like a magic carpet in the wind; 
Until jolted by the sun on its morning run
While still dreaming of that telephoto lens. 
Maybe today, perhaps tomorrow,
He’ll capture the illusive the beast;
The athlete who strives for the best inside 
Or the homeless sleeping in the streets.         
He’ll stop small birds he’s seen and heard 
With their colorful feathers, breast and crown;  
And children playing in autumn leaves  
Scattered on the ground.   
Weddings and rings, flowers in spring,
Butterflies, wistful and bright;
Pollinating bees and hives in the trees
Or a harvest moon late at night.
Meadows and mountains, free flowing fountains
Ancient temples in faraway places; 
Fireworks up high on the 4th of July 
Olympics and fast car races.   
But now fully awakened he knows he’s mistaken
About the focal length in his dream glass;
Lens lust is a photographer’s must 
But this too, he knows, must pass. 
Like water flowing in the river
And wind passing through thin air;
The world he sees through his own eyes
Is a wonder beyond compare.


     



Details | Free verse | |

paris by night

this morning is falling burning into a sunset an autumn decision you and I will never forget joy by day paris by night i'm there love by the hour Paris is ours evening breeds new life a moment of twilight a horizon of heavenly means I love you like life loves itself joy by day paris by night yes dear i'm there love me by the hour and paris is ours i'm down too often like a child awaiting his scars to soften hopelessly a pedestrian walking a way from traffic it could happen, indefinitely i'll take paris by day and love by night i was there long enough to love you by day and surrender by nightfall "there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacrifice of the Forest

haven't laughed much lately
the sound just doesn't hold the same meaning
not when the trees taunt me by dropping their leaves
making me think it's alright to sit quietly, bleeding

death comes so easily for them
and i sit watching each fall with such envy
my autumn has come and gone, and I'm still here
the leaves never have to stay long enough to feel this empty

i sit and imagine myself as one of them
tired and weak, falling, floating, letting go
not having to explain why i couldn't stand up to the wind
everyone understands that I'm just making room for others to grow

letting my life into the soil, finally serving a purpose
what a sense of accomplishment that would be
i can almost taste the anticipation i would feel while falling
knowing that more deserving ones will be able to live because of me

the human existence is far more complicated however
and i find myself staring at the forest in shame
knowing that their death is more noble and self sacrificing
than this self centered depression that i should just try and tame

I manage to peel my mind off the forest floor
amidst all the martyred leaves i wanted so desperately to become
i breathe in the life they have given up and decide
that i can't leave with so much yet to be done


Details | Rhyme | |

A Homeless Man's Christmas Wish

Christmas day is coming soon
I can hear the little drummer boys beat 
As I sleep under a stack of newspapers
At my home here on the street
I have no shade from the summer heat
No shelter from a spring storm
When autumn and winter roll around
I have no blanket to keep me warm
I have no one to talk to 
No doctor to keep me well
My life is like the seventh circle
Of an everlasting hell
I have no feast on Thanksgiving
On my birthday, I have no cake
Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed
I pray and hope I won't wake
I think about the man I used to be
The one that died so long ago
Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature
Who I don't even know
Now that Christmas is here again
I pray to the good Lord above
For a gift that most don't appreciate 
Filled with lots of happiness and love
I'm not talking about material things
I can get by without any of that
All I want is a house and a family
Complete with a dog and  a cat
I wish every single Christmas season
That my dear, sweet Lord would send me
A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces
Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree
We would have a most amazing feast
A rack of lamb tied up with a bow
Then we would all get bundled up
And go caroling in the snow
Oh, how glorious that would be
To have a family and a few friends
To have people who love me
Even after this life ends
God please hear my prayers
And answer them if you can
Just grant one simple Christmas wish
To this old homeless man


Details | Free verse | |

The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls


Details | Classicism | |

Autumn's Dream

Passion ran through their veins
They lived life with no gains

Like an autumn for the oak tree
The leaves have little light to see

Their work withering down below
Waiting for the next winter snow

After the passing of their season
You will see their life had a reason

Edward J. Ebbs - 10/28/11
Contest - Autumn's Dream


Details | Terza Rima | |

Leaves on the Roof

The leaves, how they cover the ground today They have gorgeous orange and brown colors Look from my window, on the roof they lay They lay lovely on the roof that pampers It surely adds a home for them to sit They gather in some places in high numbers I see leaves floating down into the pit No fire burns yet inside its cold confines Through the window a cool breeze blows a bit Trees are shedding, hope to one day refine From my open window it looks so warm I can see the brilliance something divine The leaves on the roof will never find harm The feel of this time of year is quite calm
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

Dreamers Dance

Her thoughts drift out the window
on the cool autumn breeze
and a smile creeps upon her withered face
as she remembers the first time she saw
this house
This house that is so old and worn
like her heart
and she sways to the music in her mind
as a tune tumbles from her memory
she dances and twirls across the floor
as the melody carries her dream
back to the days when he was still alive
and would sweep her into his arms
and kiss her wrinkled brow
she stops in mid-stride and a tear rolls
down her leathery cheek
and she smiles
a smile for the love they shared
when they were caught up in their
dreamers dance.


Details | Tanka | |

Before Dawn

Before dawn's light breaks Defined stars twinkle bright Orion's belt glows Smaller more distant stars clear Millions seen, millions unseen Compelling are they Drawing inviting come out Cool crisp autumn air Wonderful starry night sky So thankful for the vision
Written by:Sara Kendrick Contest: Up In The Autumn Air Sponsor:Russell Sivey Penned: October 16, 2012 Just using Tanka form Probably not correct usage


Details | Rhyme | |

Summers end

Summers end

It’s here at last
There’s just two days to go
The summer days are fading fast
With all the sun’s fierce glow

The rains we hope will be here soon
We haven’t had rain for months
The heat is getting people down
It’s giving them the grumps.

It will be nice to see green grass
As the rain begins to fall
And burnt shrubs their full strength regain
As the weather grows more, cool

I really love the summer season
But I’m so glad when it’s gone
If only for one single reason
That heat goes on and on!!!

10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.


Details | Rondeau | |

As Rose Petals Wither


As rose petals wither in the autumn of life, Days hasten in orbits, some dull, some are bold. my muse rises to hoist a setting sun hung in gold, gleaming light abiding as daughter, mother, and wife. Glorious blessings entrusted outshine loss and strife. Circling paths of heaven and earth, charms conjured unfold as rose petals wither. I hum a lighthearted song from an innocent time and soar higher than summer to tranquilly reminisce. Then, receive autumn with thankful heart, tho' spring I do miss. Warm days dash by, distant Christmas bells chime as rose petals wither. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 22, 2012 for Nette Onclaud's RONDINE THE TRAFFIC OF LIFE Contest


Details | Epithalamium | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

The Fall Of Innocence

As I left madness in the desert
With empty guns and unresolved dilemmas 
A sorrow but protective shield
Made sand dunes crossing me to safety. 

Towards the autumn without you
I'm heading 'lone and taciturn
Mirage of icicle enclosed me
The carcass of my past revives

My tears can't shed, canteen is hollow
A joker's wild behind the wheel
The crossroad vanishes in sandstorms
As I am spit out to be skinned

*

I hear my giggles in green vineyards
As trees remember rusty games
The wind plays gutters in the night
Cranes fill horizon with their wave.

I need next rainstorm like the air
So it can flood my hopes for rivers
As bucks strike hunger in the wolves
I need to feel alive for winter...

*

Did I leave madness in the desert
Towards an autumn without you?
Or I just dreamed of freedom loosely -
A grain of gold on cacti' spines...


Details | Lyric | |

Ride The Wind

Written February 24, 2012


One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home


Details | Limerick | |

This Path we Walk

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of  and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
  The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC


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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Details | Blank verse | |

GOOD MORNING

I have never 
Actually seen all this,
I just fantasize 
In theme parks and pubs,
During an Alumni picnic,
Or while exiting bookshops.

Dreamland concoctions,
Warehoused in letters 
After mundane names
Inherited from 
A not so erudite father,
I would have the blood pumped in,
What goes out
Must, after all be replaced.

Lines and phrases
Twisted through history
This way or that,
Like autumn leaves
In a tornado of dust,
Isolated
On a sunny day.

Sounds tell me
That life has woken up,
Time for cotton wool
In kidney trays,
Time for squirrels 
To gather nuts.

They will open
This sarcophagus
After me, beyond me,
Let the wisp escape the willow,

They will gather dust.


Details | Sonnet | |

Thrill of Autumn

The dirt filled path holds pumpkins on the farm Thrill of autumn is set with mighty charm Heart skips a beat every year at this time And sure invigorates to the sublime No matter the colors, like reds and rusts Yellows and burgundies where brown entrusts Beauty surely comes from all of these hues Evenings coming quicker with darker blues The fog is enjoyed in the morning hours Very cool mist fills all with its power Down in the valley it stays much longer The morning mist loves the fall to ponder No ravens fly this dusk with nighttime’s view Secure in knowing autumn’s peace is true
Russell Sivey


Details | Verse | |

Autumn Leaf in Paradise

I can see it in your eyes:
Autumn Leaf in Paradise,
and I fear for all the trees
full of stupid theories
about never-ending summer
while The Big Hand holds a hammer
above all fragility
and I wonder if you see
Autumn Leaf in Paradise
softly glowing in my eyes
like an answer and a seal
in the last tree on the hill.

www.simonadancila.com


Details | Sijo | |

Shade's Mills

River slowly flows in an illusion of laziness.
Bright autumn leaves floating by, become both the past and a future
further downstream. Then, thoughts come back to me - life is right now.


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Rhyme | |

I've Just Thought

Sitting here, I've just thought In here I'm blind, out there I'm bought Through my doorway I exit, to a wonderous sight Inverness, on this cool autumn night As I exit, I witness, what I really want to see It's the expanse, that will allow me to be free Tribulations of life in carried undulations Free's me of my past from my decaying relations More I cannot tell, for this has to be obeyed If this I cannot do, I'm internally betrayed <*>


Details | Couplet | |

A TIME TO EVERY PURPOSE

 
                             
l ... l l ...
when seasons fade to autumn then bloom to spring and in between a tick gives birth or dies to a winter sun, life’s seasons change from laughter to tears like a wing accepting; just as one begins, its ritual is almost done. Then back around again and again with one more swing as the hands of years’ journeys are fast-forward spun. Whether crimson trees , snowflakes , ruby fire or rain, each cycle has a timely walk through breath span’s lane. A time to mourn, a time to dance: there is a season; embracing the heaven's compass itself without reason.
(c) “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:” -- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ---------- John Freeman's Faith Verses Poetry: 1st prize For PD's contest By: nette onclaud


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn


 
 
Beauty has fallen painting the pastel of love in a breath of fire below the bare heights of mist Autumn's tapestry lies strewn _______________________________ 11-4-2013


Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn Years

In the Autumn of my years
reflection rules my day
winding paths of memories
with stops along the way

Pausing at the forks again
examining the choice
Changes I would surely make
and even raise my voice

Funny how we clearly see
when looking from behind
It all seems so predictable
yes each and every time

What will Winter years be like 
when looking back again?
I Hope that I can leave in peace
surrounded by my friends


Details | Acrostic | |

Hay Ride



Hanging on tightly over bumps along the way
Around the barn and through the fields we sway
Young ones chatter, laugh and play

Rusty red, the autumn hills are grand
Inspire words to write about the land
Delightful afternoon , my heart sings
Enjoying the warmth that autumn brings


8/30/12


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 | Free verse | |

Eternal Breath

With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag
You were there, at the other side of my fence
Throwing the paper toward me with a smile
Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag

I remember, you were ten and I was eight
It was in 1940, our first met
So soon later we allied
And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate

I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning
You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen
We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions 
For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming

Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves
Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly
I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity
A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs




~ Shirley Candy 
Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM



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 | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.


Details | Free verse | |

The Oak Tree

On a meandering
road, many years ago
Our destination
unknown
We came upon an
ancient and majestic
oak
Its branches, bare
of clothing;
Autumn’s demand of
an offering to the
soil
We stopped and did
not venture forward
Observing only from
a distance
Knowing that if we
walked among its
greatness
We would not see the
fullness of its
truth
You sketched it
I sat in awe of it
Years have passed
and she is but a
memory
The tree no longer
stands except for
the lifeless
remnant,
And your sketch
A cruel beheading
I live knowing that
it's greatness,
Rooted below the
earth
Is a soul larger in
death than in life


Details | Narrative | |

The familiar cadence in autumn

Cold spells get to a slow start this year,
with this month's full moon -
known as the Beaver moon.
It makes me think though;
of my homeland where people walk
and enjoy the precipice of the night.

While in New York autumn holds
symbolic meanings and stories to tell;
with a giant wind that looms over a coastline;
it's another landscape that beckons across the farmland.

Withered leaves drop and fall on the ground,
trees in their creeping sadness
continue to lose the sojourn of their youth.
At their height and moving branches,
make me stay up and watch them through the present time.

As I gleefully walk right up to the shrine of Our Lady,
there's a missing whisper, a song to my ears;
those birds spilling down the garden's main avenue.
Like an army, an orchestra that provides
melody in the midst of sympathy.

As a magical moment of Mother Nature,
I see enormous changes in forms and shapes;
an attempt to thrive for another threshold,
keeps me believe the power beyond
filled with images of life.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Light Poetry | |

Autumn's Mellow Fruitfulness

This summer was so crazy with a drought but still where mosquitoes multiplied.
And we’re leaving behind a hurricane that attacked the Midwest from all sides.
The crops were lost as months of over 100-degree temperatures, drove us hard.
They were Months that steadily held us captive within our own house doors.

I was soooo looking forward to Autumn where every thing would step aside.
I was dreaming of cool nights so mellow and days where I could walk my dog.
Yes, where the dogs feet and our shoe bottoms, would not be melting off.
Where leaning over the fence while talking to neighbors could be done.

But then, BOOM, along came Autumn, and I do mean with a capital B-O-O-M!
Our acorn tree decided for the first time in 30 years…to go forth and bloom...
And the gumball tree with its little spikes, doesn’t ever want, to be outdone.
The trees are very old and big at more than three stories high, you know…

I shouldn’t have watered them soooo much during the drought and heat, with glee.
For those cute little acorns are now shooting off the trees at mock ten, I do believe.
They hit the house and ground, then ricochet with a force that makes me grieve.
Dozens come down, at a time, bouncing with speeds even planes can’t achieve.

Umbrellas don’t seem to work as they bounce off the house and patio below…
Lord…help me Jesus… I say, as I dodge back and forth, under the rain below…
My dogs won’t go outside… and even my birds have moved a few yards down…
To a more docile terrain we’re all bound, as we were steadily run, off ground.

Even the squirrels stopped trying to bury them, and have left it all behind, so forlorn.
They're hanging a few doors down as my ground has become, wall-to-wall acorns. 
Acorns have hit with so much force, that I’ve had to cover my windows for once.
I no longer sit by my window to write… Yep… Bazinga! Won, with a vengeance...

Once the acorns finally end…the spiky gumballs will be gleefully awaiting, to begin.
I’m looking forward to winter, though I begin to believe it’ll be an unusual clincher.
As I’ve learned to say… You never know when life will send you a… Bazinga!
And that... sometimes Autumn's fruitfullness isn't so mellow after all.


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
_____________________________________________________________


Details | Free verse | |

A Soul Awakened

 For  every winter there's a spring
And autumn follows summer on the wing
For every raindrop, there's a ray of light
And darkness is always conquered by light

For every smile there's a frown
As even roses have their  thorns
 And when one thing dies, another is born
The circle of life goes round and round

For each hello there is a goodbye
And every summer has its butterflies 
Laughter reverberates to drown out sorrow
But tears of sadness may come tomorrow

Every soul that dies will awaken
Though they rest  they are not forsaken
One day when that great trumpet sounds
Every soul will have an awakening


Details | Free verse | |

Life as the four seasons

What kind of mood do we usually have ?

Sometimes a feeling , like when the desert needs its rain ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the earth needs its sun ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the silent ground needs its vivid sound.

How does life usually reflect on us ?

Sometimes it can be cold and silent like the winter does. Diligently seeking for a warmness emotion and Soulfully trying for a harmless motion.

Sometimes it can be calm and lively like the spring does. Heartfully letting its joyable impression and Truthfully showing its lovable expression.

Sometimes it can be hot and energizing like the summer does. Revealing bitterly its affinity and Providing assuredly its ability.

Sometimes it can be windy and unbalanced like the autumn does. Steadly holding in the turbulences and Adaptably stabilizing in the circumstances.

These seasons circle one by another, each of them giving and taking some of our preciousness.

No matter in which season our path might be caught ,
We always have to act tightly for what we like , behave knightly for what we care.


Details | Light Poetry | |

MEMORIES ON BRANCHES

            

              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                         BY
                                    olive_eloi
                                     2:22 pm
                                   02/26/2014

CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE


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 | Rhyme | |

This Autumn Night

Candles are lit
lightly scenting the room.
Fireplace glow
dispels all the gloom.

Its raining outside
with a pounding beat.
The cat is curled up
content on her seat.

There is much to love
about an Autumn day
even when its too wet 
to go out and play.

I am relaxed
with a book and cat's purring.
Outside may be storming,
in here nothing's stirring.

The only thing missing
on this wet, windy night
is someone to share it,
that is my plight.



Details | Narrative | |

The Autumn of Life

With heightened urge to swim and splash
To the nearby river, with its twists and bends
In warm summer evening of Uttar Pradesh
A child sets out with a group of friends

The flowing water and its blissful rinse
The currents and waves and their silky flow
Climbing their shoulders and reaching their chins
The ecstasy causing the faces to glow

Oblivious of risks, bubbling with zeal
Knowing not a storm could mount a siege
The fury and rage could serenity steal
Ignorant that scenery could turn a page

You and I are riding the quick sand of time
The turbulent river of life is in spate
We know not that we could be victims prime
Oblivious of meeting a devastating fate

Is there a spring of autumn of life?
Where is the promised mercy’s floodgate?
Is our destiny anguish and strife?
O Saviour’s Benign Hands! How long to wait?

       			----





Details | Lyric | |

Ever South

Yellow leaves swoop by the window like
errant canaries, confused, bruised, caught
in a ghostly whirlwind they rise and fall
swirling, hurling, snapping like a flag unfurling,
trapped taut against the window
caught momentarily, autumn comes to
stir things up, to disrupt, the end of
summer so abrupt, ruffling the feathers
of the glossy blackbirds who darken the sky
in swarms and herds, crowding on power lines
they huddle together as birds of a feather,
cawing, seemingly cursing the weather,
so many on the line, a snapshot in time,
etched into my mind, sublime,
taking flight en masse to head ever south,
south, to warmer climes as I hear the deep
tones of my Gregorian chimes, thrumming
tones that rattle breastbones, I count the
autumns that have come and go and
I know, I know.


©Danielle White


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



Details | Narrative | |

Up Late

-Inspired by my temporary English instructor, Mr. Phinizy <3
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Evening had diminished to night; how very quickly did She fly It is funny how quickly time passes, as if our brains tweak the clocks of life The night was of moderate warmth, and my house suffered terribly still And with the stifling heat inside, many hot questions filtered through my mind I asked myself, Where did the summer go? Why must our suns die? Why is it sweltering in September? Why has sudden anger blown her aside? I really need some sleep, thought I, looking at my face through the murky glass Tracing dark circles under my eyes, I was reminded of sagging Death longing to ensnare me Yes, Death followed me that night, dwelling upon me, boiling away the autumn breeze As I looked into my sleep-deprived eyes, I knew Death waited for my ultimate slumber, When all commemoration of time, that flew so rapidly before, suddenly just…stops. With many a sigh, I turned on the faucet, soaking my hands in the cool, flowing water I needed some relief from the heat…I needed a refreshing new idea, I needed cleansing Anything to clear my mind of the negativity daring to break me every day of my life For such depressing thoughts spewed forth like a wild river, the rapids racking my brain But these waters were not living; they were dead and hot like blue blazes of hell I turned off the faucet, for there was no Balm on this earth to sooth this soul There was no clock on this earth tweaked enough to return me to earth The warm breezes, the sickly pale cast of many thoughts had driven Her away And though the everlasting sleep of Death sounded soothing, the Balm does not assuage me… It only burns forever, in obstinate constancy; angered to the core, That night stuck in this fractured rhyme of time, I was up late…too late


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Free verse | |

Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Details | Haiku | |

Leaves of Autumn

Leaves of Autumn
   by Amy Swanson


Leaves of autumn crunch
     softly break beneath my feet
          distant memory.


Details | Free verse | |

passion and persuation

The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.


Details | Free verse | |

The Portrait

Standing in the garden facing the four o’clock sun,
the roses drawn up to their full height, 
you approach me from behind, press a piece
of paper and a pencil in my hand and ask me

to draw you a picture. I hold the translucent
sheet up to the light and traced the scene
which slowly soaks through, the proudest
rose bending at its apex due to weight of

its oversized pink blossom, petals spread
by the onset of autumn and swaying gently
in the breeze.  Above it, the soft glow of the
sun seemingly just inches away.

Between them, the silhouettes of distant
evergreens cut across at a slight angle.
Satisfied that there’s nothing left to
capture, I scrawl “The Confession” across
 
the top of it and hand it back to you.
With a grateful smile, you fold it in three
And slide it into your back pocket before
anointing the rose with your green watering can.


Details | Haiku | |

In Silent Color

in silent color
late Autumn waits quietly
bids her leaves goodbye



© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 12, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Thank you

In a little corner of my heart I hold
Sounds and sights that I behold
Stories and tales I have never told
Fond memories I will have when I grow old

In my memories I see a face
So beautiful and charming, so full of grace
A face that changed my life in its entirety
A face I may never ever see

My memories are of an autumn glow
Of a palace, a garden, where time tends to slow
Where a church bell tolled and in prayer I knelt
Where the loving touch of an angel I felt

I was tired and dreary and full of sorrow
I had nothing to give, no love to borrow
My heart ached as punishment of my sin
My life had ended before it could begin

The angel dared me to dream anew
To mend my life’s torn muscles and sinew
To find love and share it with one and all
Not to lose heart and stand up if I fall

Since then I have learnt to live
Learnt to be happy and not to grieve
Learnt that a day always follows the night
Learnt that survive, I just might

My thoughts always go back to you
Oh Angel! What would I be without you?
All my happiness is a tribute to you
So let me just say, Thank you


Details | Acrostic | |

AUTUMN COLOURS

Amber tints the harvest moon while chimneys, again, heave hazy sighs

Umber puddles invite schoolyard boots as geese part an iris sky

Topaz fields grow pumpkins and golden gourds trim our Thanksgiving 

Ultra-violet days are long gone for fall’s hues are more forgiving

Maroon festoons tall maple trees, grey squirrels chatter while blue jays play

Navy umbrellas shield pale faced heroes come Remembrance Day 



By Cyndi MacMillan, August 15, 2012
Written for Russell Sivey's Autumn Colours Contest


Details | Sonnet | |

Fall Expense

Beauty expressed during the real soft light “Candy corn scented candles burning bright” That which comes from the center of our soul Smells scented you no longer can control There’s a crispness in the air this autumn Leaves gradually falling, surely awesome Many colors display autumn’s beauty Hues are shown on the ground, a litany The ground is wet after a cold shower This is all seen right by my cool bower I walk back inside where the candle burns And the scent sure fills the air where I turn Looking outside there is the glow of fall Which tugs at the heartstrings, love one and all
Quote is “Candy corn scented candles burning bright” from A Magical Halloween Night from Gail Doyle
Russell Sivey Contest: Pick a line any line! Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux 9/2/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

We Are Dying

we are dying
we are fading like the setting sun
we are dying
each and everyone
we are living
collecting experiences
to take or to leave behind
we are dying
in body and in mind
who are we 
a shadow of our former selves
who are we
once a treasure
now like dusty ornaments
sitting on abandoned shelves
we are dying
a little everyday
we are dying
as we lean over coffins and pray
we are living
but we know not why
we are dying
along the way we laugh and cry
we are dying
like the autumn leaves
we are dying
as we rush to live our dreams
we are dying

Forgive me for this one. I know it isn't uplifting.


Details | ABC | |

Love Beneath Autumn Sky

We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.

We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.

We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.

Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. 
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.

Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.


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The Baby Fawn

A baby fawn leaps into the meadow,
I hold my breath and try not to scare.
I watch in beauty as she grazes,
And smile as she becomes aware.

She stares at me intensley,
Eyes deep with young innocence.
She slowley goes back to her grazing,
Her ears flickering to my presence.

She takes a sip from the stream,
Before she frolicks toward the trees.
She looks back at me one last time,
Then hops through the autumn leaves.

An emptyness sets inside me,
For now the fawn is gone,
Left out all on her own,
To defend herself towards harm.

To know i can't protect her,
Sets my stomach in unease.
But I tell myself she's happy,
As free as the flowing breeze.

Because sometimes to hold on,
Can hurt the one you love,
And even the sadness of her being gone,
She will be pain free from up above.


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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


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stay with us

your heart wore my eyes
and my eyes were a gaping wound
December is passing 
Remember when autumn came too soon
I remember the lashings
all the forfeits that made you wanna cash in 

and we break down walls 
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall 
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges 
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die

But somewhere they're seeking 
Everything you felt
I noticed your eye lids 
And all the matter they held
Admist all of our triumphs
we failed to see you through

and we break down walls 
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall 
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges 
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die

And the past is always reaching
reaching for you
In and out of his grasp
you slither about
silence was a fragrance
like the auburn that drifted 
from you mouth 

"i don't know what the pressure's about
when depressions in route
there's just no room to forgive you 
and i don't know how"


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Len

Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end. I rest for this short period before the bitter cold. Playing my flute for you, my music I do send. I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Winters strength comes soon, elders’ bones are chilled. Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told. Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold. Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight, Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. I shall await the next day’s prudence, our tribes fight. As the moons shadows come out, though I never see, I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold. My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold
written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~


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Liberty Street and Church Street

An eerie perception,"lets go,grab my hand, lets go......" as somber as midnight black
amid horrific pain the shrieking iron grinds upon iron in an imploding imbrication upon a 
clear autumn day, a feeling fugacious in hope , a plan surreptitious had arrived in the 
innocent morning sky, minutes to hours hour to days, a truth that would cry out 
evermore. An eerie perception, a voice screaming within...."lets go, grab my hand,
lets go......"
 
Upon his powdered white face, a stream of burgundy flow, his love, woebegone....
she lay deparate below within a black hell penumbra as chaos ran ramped above,
she struggled to move within an airless tomb, her arm stretched out in a desperate 
need, survival would become apparently clear, her fate would find a willing chance, a 
hero had come near, her life, would be blessed.....she would persevere....  

survival......perched at the edge of Liberty and Church street.  


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ROSES FOR PD

Upon your days, tedium has imposed, Dull shades have tinted your point of view, And each woman yearns the hues of a rose, A palette that blossoms solely for you. We, too, were buds once, so tender and small, The world had its thorns, but petals unfurled, A trellis we found, so stable and tall, ‘Til autumn came with its frosty upwhirl. My friend, we both know the strength of one bloom, When clipped to the quick it grows all the more, The charm of your words fills hundreds of rooms, I bestow a bouquet and shout “ENCORE!” ~ Lush Romanticas in rouged ivory ~ Gifted to you for your sweet poetry.
By Cyndi MacMillan, February 7, 2012 P.D., I really enjoyed bumping into you in the chat rooms. Your exuberance is needed here at Soup. Kooky, vibrant, honest and fierce. Yup! That’s you! PS- the Romantica Rose is the French version of the English rose, a ‘hardy’, beautiful rose that comes back again and again… ;-) If you can, click on the about this poem link for a photo of the Romantica.


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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
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  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 


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One Less Broken Heart

Every life tells a story.
An open book of love, joy and mourning,
wind, rain and storming.
Search for the truth,
sweeter than the passion fruit.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Silence instead.
One less broken heart for me my friend.
Gone, gone away from me,
like the autumn leaves that fall from the tree.
So free, so free.
Time will find a way to numb all pain.
Don't call my name.
The red rose you gave me wilted in the rain
What a fragile song of misery,
this life that told a story.
I am tired of the luminous glow that fades.
The brilliance in my life that you erased.
Run, run away.
Far away.
Like the eagles fly, one less lie, one less lie.
Yeah! Every life tells a story, 
like an open book of morning glory.
One less broken heart for me.
Gone, gone away from me.
So many fish in the sea.
Big fish in the sea.


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Random Thoughts on a Chlly Afternoon Pt. 1

     Thanksgiving’s just a few days away.  Yet, I feel the sudden need to write down these 
random thoughts about Christmas!  The weather today brings to life memories of the 
season!  My favorite holiday season of the year! This chill in the air, the earth-tone autumn 
leaves like kites flying so high, tripping over each other as if in a race, the beautiful giant 
oaks and elms, with their branches shivering in the cold wind…. Already, I’m picturing a 
wonderful, fantasy-like landscape of snow; the whitest fluffy, snow drifts!  Catching glimpses 
of old bushy tail digging out some buried food, from some time ago.  The rising smoke from 
chimneys reaching for gray skies, snow-covered roof tops, the unforgettable smell of 
homemade bread, baking in Mama’s oven! Then, at close of day come, the brightest 
twinkling stars, glistening like diamonds on velvet throw of mid-night blue!  And when the 
moon shines so bright, you would think it was day... so clear you could see Jupiter if you 
look closely!  And I imagine how absolutely beautiful God must be!! The most beautiful spirit 
there is! A view to die for because such beauty man's heart can not behold and remain in 
this flesh!!!  For who else would create all this magnificent beauty around us? From the 
genuine smile which graces the face of an innocent child emanating from the purest of 
hearts, to the single blade of green grass that leans into the wind, daring to stand against 
such mighty force which threatens to break huge branches off trees!

Cont'd


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What Love is All About

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...

Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...


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As You Rise



will you splash color
of this dismal grey I dwell

for autumn wind has called silence
and weary bones shall tell

as I crawl from this covering
of twigs and leaves of demise

to reach your loving sanctuary
in possibility of life

I pause for a mere moment
to reflect of hope I've touched

for you my loving sunlight
my death has found rebirth  

______________________________



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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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'Me', full circle

A luv ma life sae full o' joy, I keep ma interests at full employ. Each day fur me is sic' delight, every day, aw' day an' ivery night. I go tae bed an' lay doon ma heid, aye richt efter ma supper feed. Ma thochts are o' beautiful things, an' tae ma wee brain sic' pleasure brings. Ah even dream afore ah sleep, aye, ah do, afore a count those sheep. Aw' the happy things that has been ma day, ma wife,ma daughter, sons an' all things ofay. I'm lucky growing plants is my joy, auld as I am noo, an' since a boy. Saft , verdant, vibrant, aw' kinds o' colour, that grow in winter, spring, autumn an' summer. I luv sculpture as weel as ma bonny plants, an' aboot them ah very oaften rant. An' a luv ma Gairden that's foo o' life, sno' though, as luvly as ma Bonny wife. An' ma bairns gei me luvly dreams, aw life's great, thats what is deemed. So when ma heid has passed tae sleep, aw thay luvly thoughts ma soul dis keep. When I awake frae ma gentle dreams, wae that first gentle saft sunbeam. Am oot o' bed like lightnin' jack, an' oaf tae work wae ma luncheon pack. Workin' among aw ma bonny fluers, ah tend no' tae notice ma wurkin 'oors. Of back noo ,tae ma ain luvly hame, luvly , 'cos nae ither hoose wid feel the same. Ma ither joy is cookin' fur aw ma folks, an' I'll no' mention ma luv fur jokes. Then there is ma luv in writin' poems each day, am sure oan FanStory yea arrr' aw' ofay. A guid night wae aw' ma kin beside, ma happy face yea canny hide. Hae ma supper then tae bed I go, thinking beautiful things, Aye, that is so. The Auld Yin.


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Back Strokes and Tired Eyes.

Sleep... is a pool.

In Spring, you open your eyes to new life and some already
accomplished swimmer helps you to test your toes, in brief intervals.

(nap, nap, and more naps...)

On the summer days of teenage youth, you can lounge all day,
swimming laps in dreams and diving to the bottom of your soul.

(up all night... sleep all day...)

When Autumn comes, you try to capture the same lung capacity
for holding your breath in your youth, to no avail.

(dark circles and rush hour traffic...)

And in the dark winter days, when you are ailing, you can't go in for any length of time,
just dip the fingers for a freeze which is hardly refreshing.

(and thus the cycle of nap, nap and more naps concludes...)


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Leafraker response

Leafraker, was deep and insightful
Though through his woe, one can be spiteful
To drag his body from the depths
And succeed beyond that of the flesh
So, too he joins in mans defeat and the dawn of anew
Grasping hold of the light as darkness acts in que

The autumn leaves are a sign of a coming winter
But hark in the coming joy! For with earths fire is tinder
A conclusion, climax, end, and final adieu
Speaks of the history of a separate story starting like you
Birth!
From the great mother, her bosom springing 
A new species adjusted like Darwin’s singing!

The dead leaves shrivel and crumple underfoot!
But so to fire creates ash to pock grainy soot
As prelude does not one enjoy the coming of?
The brining about that comes from action and love?
The love of the here and now as Joseph Campbell spoke
Eternity exists with every now provoked

The fields of leaves abound ever acre in scores
but all creatures must attend to this for more
Whether hiding from beast or building an empire with decay
Others growing underneath battling the colds parley

A party exists for what gain? Only to happen again and again
Composer’s notes yield a pause only and refrain
The leafraker is a symbol of change my friend
A semblance of the spring of that’s is rapture like the wind

I say to you under starry sky tonight
Focus on what you can attain with every flicker of the light
But do not sadden when your book is at an end
Look to the new world that exists in your mind to begin
Spark! The light does reign in but wobble under a black hole
So too does the leafraker as new seasons take hold

Speak to me? For when it is spoken it came into being!

--10/18/08 in response to stimuli


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When our Flame no Longer Flickered

We are born not knowing what's ahead Into a world when wanted or not Some of us are a surprise Though many appeared when thought Many of us grow with love all around Sadly there are ones who are not For this we have to be fortunate They are eternal in their sought We grow up living the years given Some fall like the Autumn leaves The fortunate of us grow old Like the fallen, through our years we may grieve Eventually everyone faces life's decision In many ways this event can be triggered For many of us are prepared or not When our flame no longer flickered http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-17.php


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Textured Renaissance

Textured needlepoint worked in wool_cotton
A life filled with ordinary not silver
Perplexing complex design at many times
Every year design becomes brighter
Shining beams of radiant light woven
Tapestry rich and bold in muted hue
Renaissance pattern in autumn colors
Yes life of varied color rich life lived  

Sponsor: Carol Brown
Contest: Tapestry


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The Story Of Life

The story of life is brief,
Like that of a shooting star.
Brilliance flames as autumn leaf
On tree before winter's char.
Then fading in the distance,
It burns itself to dust;
Extinquished from existence,
Its brevity unjust.


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The Shades of Trees

Reds, golds, and umbers The trees all have shades of these When Autumn does start A lovely display they are Smart groupings of radiance
Russell Sivey


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Wisdom Paints Life

My God above whose wisdom surely shows 
When Mother Nature paints her glory grand.
While gilding grass beside the river grows,
The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned,
Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows.
Rainwater streams her life upon the land.
Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze.
And thus, without the help of man, life stays.

© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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So Long Sweet Summer

The sun bids goodnight
to the wide Texas sky, 
and welcomes the twinkling stars.
When through the cottonwood trees
comes a crisp autumn breeze, 
a refreshing delight spread afar. 

So long sweet summer, 
its time to cool down
the passionate flame, 
like the leaves on the ground. 

They once were so lively
as the blossomed on high,
but they had their prime, 
and now they lay down and die.

But they always return
as do I to you, 
after the winter, 
when the coldness is through.


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INADEQUATE WORDS

Let me depart
This play with words,
And enter
Sounds of nothing.
An earthen urn
Echoes river music,
Flows with the current,
To the inevitable dialectic
Of whirlpool sounds.
Let the river churn my blood,
Permeate through osmotic skin,
Until bed sheets lie crumpled,
Keyboards are shattered.
In the autumn of night
A white page stares at me,
I beat my breasts
Like an agitated gorilla
Ululating his mating call.

Hillsides reverberate
With urgent madness,
That is the message
In it all.


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the God Head

The things you do when you are down
You only do when you are down
I know this because I’m still around
Thirsty but I’m no hound
So please hound me not 
Or I will beg on you
for all that you have forgot
I was there 
when hope scraped her precious knees
Attempting to keep it peacefully 
For broken men in need of thee
And now you all question me
It’s pointless
Your infatuation,
It blurs me not 
It’s still dark and hell is ever so hot

I was you 
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am 
Like god

Twenty-five and dying for change
In an interlude of constant pain
That’s a moment in time 
Constrained in vain
Realized there was no tomorrow When 
Hope scraped her precious knees
And the devil preferred her woven fleece
Trying to keep it peacefully
I’ve seen harlots lay a widow’s seed
For broken men in winter pillars
Seen fatherless children stained by rain
But I adored the way that autumn came
As venom escaped from her veins
The things we do when we are down
We do only because we are down
I know this all because
Tomorrow came and I was still around

I was you 
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am 
Like god


Hope scraped her precious knees 
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed 
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God
Hope scraped her precious knees 
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed 
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God

"Life you were so beautiful, I miss you"



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Forward

Slowly moving stream
Carrying autumn leaves on
A journey, forward


Details | I do not know? | |

ENIGMA

And to all those I have wronged
I am remorseful
For my life is an enigma
And at times I lose my way
Like a mad dog that goes astray
Enslaved by tribulations
That fails to go away
And reason becomes an absurdity
As my sanity fades away
Like a stallion
In the misty wilderness
Who comes back at dawn?
My mind awakes
Replenish with life with the warmth of the sun
And rejuvenates like a new born
To drink from the lake of life
And to start another sojourn on earth
To get what is left to take
And remember those I shall never forget
And those I shall not forsake
Dreams unfilled
Living a life that is less thrilled	
Ruled by plutocrats and kleptocrats
Who served the god of money
He takes your soul in return for a drop of honey
Friends come and friends go like the autumn wind
It s cold
So is life
For all that glitters is not gold
Standing on principle is worthless in the land of lunatics
Where religion is used as a weapon
By the raging fanatics
And freedom is used to enslave you more
For the oppressors we see
Are worse than the oppressors we saw
It is worthless for a bleeding pauper
The world sees not those who suffer
Except those who bask in the euphoria of wealth and stupidity
And who disgust those who live a life of humility	
For the puppet master still pulls my strings
He is the god we see 
Who controls all that life brings
And those artificial things
But time will vindicate the righteous
If you are true indeed so
When it blows
The wind of change
Everybody knows
Sound of chance
Fills the air
And ends your despair
Time servers and sycophants will perish
So will all that they cherish!	
And relish 
Hidden secrets locked away in the chest of the truth
Now unlocked
And I regain exuberance
Like I have bathed in the Fountain of Youth
For I have vowed to speak the truth
Parasites and worms that feed on the dead and the living
But never care for others because 
They are never giving
Kings and nobleman were born of slaves
They are blind when they hold the mantle of authority
They fall because they know not the meaning of prosperity
A divide house can never stand
So let us unite



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Take me away

I kiss the waves as they wave me away,

Somewhere new,

We miss the days,

Back in May,

When everything was blue,

But I can’t do this anymore.


Take me away,

Somewhere younger 

Where the pavement is yet to meet my feet

Take me away

Somewhere fresher

Where I don’t recognize the people on the street

Take me away

Take me away 

Take me away

Take me away


I’ll take these Autumn leaves

And press them deep into the pages of a diary

Kiss the memories

Because we loved them when they breathed

But I can’t do this anymore


Take me away,

Somewhere younger 

Where the pavement is yet to meet my feet

Take me away

Somewhere fresher

Where I don’t recognize the people on the street

Take me away

Take me away 

Take me away

Take me away


Capture sunshine like an artist

Capture robins like a sadist

Pack my bag and board a train

Travel through the pouring rain

Hold me close and we can go

Hold my hand

They don’t need to know

Dip our toes into the shore

I can’t do this anymore


Take me away,

Somewhere younger 

Where the pavement is yet to meet my feet

Take me away

Somewhere fresher

Where I don’t recognize the people on the street

Take me away

Take me away 

Take me away

Take me away


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A Date

Rushing through lusty August towards
A vault of blue, a longing promise.
It is like waiting for the visiting moon,
The day when the silver light shimmies past
My bedroom curtains, and I will look up
And I will feel the burning of the heart.
Mist will pour down from the Sun
And the same mist will fall from my mouth.
I will no longer be in need and
It will all sliver pass me.


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Country Autumn Day

The crowns of the field are the bushes about Superior greens and yellows that follow From a window these plants come to life and sprout The pond is visible located below The house is open, the air comes in at will Mighty is the sky, beauty that fits the bill The air is crisp, the brush is changing color Feel of autumn is here just like a Renoir
Russell Sivey


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Very Good Day

The thunderstorm washed away last night
Everything bad on earth
The rain took all the chalk away
So today, is a very good day

The trees are green though it's October
And the sun is shining so clearly
The gentle wind makes the tall trees sway
Yes today is a very good day

I smile when I step out of artificial light
Into the warmth of the autumn sun
I'm begging the peaceful feeling, "stay-
'cause today is a very good day"


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Autumn Air Constanza

Autumn brings such a loving heart
	Stark weather stimulates senses
	Bright skies, colorful pretenses 

Beautiful piece of fall to start
	A wonderful coolness is here
	A light wind stays, Autumn secure

I open up to every part
	Pathways are there simply to be
	Great routes to go on, moving free

Taking leaves inside a lone cart
	Pile them high and throw them about
	Play like a child so scream and shout

Autumn air fills to each impart
	Starting to get cold, fall’s begun
	A colorful scene, crisp and calm

Autumn brings such a loving heart
Beautiful piece of fall to start
I open up to every part
Taking leaves inside a lone cart
Autumn air fills to each impart

Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Can you Constanza?" contest

8/21/2012


Details | Free verse | |

Innocence Lost

Can innocence lost
Be ever returned
Or a heart, tainted and broken
Be cleansed, made whole once more?

Can a tree, longing for summer's warmth
Summon its leaves from cold autumn grounds
To return to naked branches
That it may feel joyful and alive again?

Can a child, disillusioned
Relive broken dream
Changing fate
To find naivety return?

Can joy be had in innocence lost
Or beauty be discovered, resting in sadness?
When birth of spring and warmth of summer pass by
Till all that remains is the still and quiet of winter
Will warmth be rekindled?


Details | Verse | |

The Red Death

The days grow shorter. With each moon-rise there
are newly deceased leaves resting on the cold,
frost-covered soil.

Their lace-like edges adorned with death's crystal kiss.
Forever red, never green again. Their death paints the forests
with vibrant colors, and no one stops to mourn the loss of life.

The trees let go of their dead outer furs, showing bare, ugly bones.
Their skeletons stand starkly against a pale winter's sky, and
only then does it seem fitting, because the bones now mourn 
the red ones, forever gone.

But after a few bitter-cold months, 
small cocoons start to form along the tree's barren limbs,
promising life during the new season.
They forget their lost red coat and sing for the green yet to come.
For they will look alive again. Forgetting the red death.
Seen as skeletons no more.


Details | Haiku | |

Jewels Dance About

jewels dance about
bright Autumn spirals downward
into deep dark heaps



© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Swagman

The Swag-man
On the north side of the river 
The water tumbles silver slivers
The rocks just peeking out to form a rapid fall
The waters speeding over the top of the new born water fall

The south side of the river
The calm waters waiting there
The flows of silver slivers reflections are beyond compare.

The golden autumn leaves reflecting in the river
Australia summer is going to sleep but not yet time to shiver
The swagman packs his swag to find a winter bed
The tune of Waltzing Matilda perhaps dancing in his head
He heading out beyond the black stump
He’s not sure of where he’ll park his rump
He’ll travel where work can be found
And park himself till spring comes round.


Details | Free verse | |

On the Street

On the Street

“Hey mister, you have something for me”?  
Flat words emerge in the late autumn dusk from the 
hollow where her heart had been before it froze to death.
Face full of life’s dings, her blank eyes expose deep pools 
in which swim vile serpentine figures of her past. 
Her upturned hand is mummified in a shroud scented with coffee, smoke and pee.  
Around us, the annual migration of leaves from their roosts has begun.
Through their swirl on the streetscape, amber post-modernist splotches, 
I perceive a troubled daughter; perhaps a failed but still loving mother.
She often prays for her untimely release from unmerited purgatory, 
even as she thrashes about in her struggle to survive.
A man wearing my clothes, nausea etched on his face, 
is already moving past the unwelcome intrusion on his ordered world.
I bid the man to stop.
He does; takes out some bills, lays them gently on her palm, smiles as he feels her rejoin the living and wishes her a good day; 
his world less tidy but his walk a bit taller and he a bit wiser.


Details | Verse | |

Unfinished Love

() I read all your letters as I fall asleep each night all the words of encouragement and beauty you helped me find for time never did cease and beauty rolled away with the tide and now the relentless rain pounds deep inside For your smile that lit my heart through endless nights of despair and your poetic words that always touched gracious heights my life, I now find, is a bitter sweet song of yesterday's memories and tomorrow's alone As the morning sun comes to rise in peaceful hues of painted light where once I sat in despair, but, now I can find, a small inkling of hope as gracious memories pass through my mind Although the Lord took you home.....that cold Autumn night.... () A Brian Strand Contest


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I rise and fall

I rise and fall like spring tides
And soothing autumn winds
Like effervescing chemical solutions
And gliding butterfly wings
I rise and fall

Like aeroplanes departures and landing
And emblems on flagpoles standing
I rise and fall like ocean waves
And the landscape across the land
I rise and fall like someone’s hand

I rise and fall like the sun and moon
Like equinoxes and solstices
I rise and fall like speed on speedometers
I rise and fall like summer breezes   
 And the temperature on thermometers                        




 


Details | Free verse | |

A Life in Seasons

How graceful the gentle breeze; 
A new dawning of ageless beauty, 
The complete surrounding of pretty blooms to be 
And the carpet of the sweetest grass 
All create the Spring this life has grown to know. 
The freshness of a new world 
Embraced by a willing blue sky, 
There is just so much to live for 
As one looks beyond the seeds to sow. 
The tuning of Time delivers new birth 
With infant animal young 
And soft showers of rain 
Caress lands with its innocent glow. 

How plentiful this glorious calm; 
The harvest now ready to reap, 
The abundant earth a great provider 
Beneath a starry eyed sun. 
This is Summer of warm nights and warmer days,
A time of inviting oceans of an immaculate sheen. 
The pure cotton like clouds 
To the shepherds delight, 
Golden sands hot to the touch 
And restful hours beside trees of brilliant green. 

How colourful the falling leaves; 
Patterns forming underfoot, 
The ground now a mosaic. 
A classic Autumn rhythm 
And a time of great reflection, 
An inspiration for soulful walks. 
Rushing tides and the crisp white spray, 
Dark blue grey skies and their cleansing rain 
Fresh dreams on promised lands, 
A night time friend towards an eventful day. 

How peaceful Earth is; 
The tender white satin covered land, 
Diamond like stars in a black sky 
And the magical essence of Christmas. 
Here is Winter of perfect ivory 
Of red berries and evergreen, 
Joys on frozen lakes and ornamental icicles. 
The gentle sound of trickling streams 
And the chorus of a romantic scene. 
As Life passes by with its now crystalline ground 
Ready for the new year,known but unseen.


Details | Free verse | |

Late Summer Slow Dance

Midnight in the garden. 
Spring thrills of trial, 
error and discovery 
pruned, watered, and fed. 
Familiar now 
fruits ripening 
promising bounty 
for autumn harvest 
and late winter sowing.

We sway 
embraced 
by the still warm breeze 
gently rustling the leaves 
and our souls 

satisfied. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn and its falling leaves PART II

Autumn and its falling leaves     PART II


Some trees leaves were more lucky and blessed
To feel the touch of snow in winters on hills 
And enchanting fragrances of flowers on plains    
Without complaining and regretting any thing 
They whispered, about their lovely days and nights
They were happy about their stay on trees 
Their love for rains and longing for breeze
Their yearning for dance, music and Sun’s feel 
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves 
I love to watch the falling of leaves

Some other leaves murmured to me a different fate 
When I was moving amid a scattered tree shade 
In a semi desert forest away from my home
The leaves here were of different colors and shapes
They had little fate to attract the clouds and shower
Still during the time of their short fly in the air 
They too were smiling while departing from the air 
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves 
I love to watch the falling of leaves

The leaves were murmuring their story in my ear 
Their journey to this world and their returning
While singing they told how they lived a life full of love
Caring for others without thinking for themselves
Loving their friends and loving the God
Was the secret of happy life, they wanted to convey   
“If you want to be always happy, just follow my way”
They lived a life full of life and were parting without a sigh
Even while parting from the company of their fellow locks
Who were still singing and dancing on trees in the sky

What a peace I saw on these parting leaves
Although they knew, there was no one to sing
A song in their memory and no one to weep
In Autumn, when trees are shedding leaves 
I love to watch the falling of leaves

But Alas! This autumn 
While moving amid my favorite trees
I found some not very strange leaves 
In a stage of agony and freeze, before saying adieu
They were falling with pain and were crying
And were murmuring the cruelty done by humans
With Nature and with its enchanting children’s*  
And by madly cutting mans best friend trees

I still walk in my favorite season of autumn
And try to hear the murmur of autumn leaves
To keep the humans apprise about the agonies of 
Trees and their darling flowers and leaves.


Ravindra
Kanpur 24th Nov. 2009


* Air, Water and Earth


Details | Tanka | |

Leaves Travel About

leaves travel about
blowing upon Autumn winds
branches are revealed
October masks September
quietly as an Autumn



© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 12, 2011


Details | Verse | |

Ultimately Sadness

The song she sang of morning, sweet with life,
And how she walked the mountain ridge to bathe
  Her flawless form in sparkling springs;
Blackberry hair fell sleek to statue shoulders,
Pale and marbled breasts brushed by the strands,
  Her parted lips sighed of wondrous things.
Eyes that glowed of chestnuts, glittered
Flecked with glints of rain and melting ice,
  Blazing sheen of autumn fire;
And the smile, spreading arc of sensuality,
Wrenched the hearts of men with sweetest pangs,
  Invested them with tenderness, desire.
All the world bowed down, her intellect and beauty,
Young and as close to perfection’s ideal
  As the earth could hope to hold;
But ultimately sadness, the black spot, mushroomed,
Nestled hidden in her brain - it took her out one day
  And laid her rest when life grew cold.


Details | I do not know? | |

sounds like it to me

sleeping wastes my thinkin time.
my currency on clock is mine.
why use it to wait in line.
while wind still blows, and stars still shine.
i'd rather satisfy my mind.
watching the clouds dance for a dime.
they tip their hat, and i tip mine.
then the trees and i share lunch and wine.
a whistle on the autumn wind.
stops in to rest, then off again,
dragging feathers round the bend.
till the stream came in just to pretend,
that the riverbed sent it to end,
to nap until all's calm and still.
but as i, the river settles none.
past dusk when all day's deeds are done.
with moon alive and light has gone.
it's time to sing the song of songs.
bird and vermin, insects the same,
the ballad of the branches came.
the symphony of slumber rings,
from caves to cliffs and far off things.
we rejoice with glee, the night away,
till comes the time to turn to day,
and though we long for stars to stay,
we share the sky for clouds to play.
the cycle is a simple sight.
but with it my eyes seek the light,
allowing me to find the might,
i've lost and missed in times of fright.
i make it through on tooth and nail,
with light in sight, i will not fail.
i keep simple parts of life to use,
to strengthen the spirit i refuse to lose.
the pleasure that comes with these things i enjoy,
reminds me of years ago as a boy,
when fun and games were what mattered first,
when dad was the best and baths were the worst.
recently though i have come to terms
with lessons laid on my path to learn.
i decide to walk on my own till the end,
pat and turner, alone, my feet, my friends.
they've gotten me through more times than not,
through water, cold and gravel, hot.
barefoot down this road of life,
knapsack full of sun, my dog, and my knife,
i will gladly face famine, death, and strife.
alas, born a poet with no war to fight,
for the soldiers i'll pray,
for their families i'll write.
for moments in life are merely a trend,
but the meaning and passion of words never end.
now it's time i lay down my palette and pen,
to draw a new life,
just a story,
pretend.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hell is a Fine Line Between Forgiveness and Heaven

      “Although meaning well, the bottom line shows that a “Jersey Rules” Adoption Attorney, 
a Children of the World Executive Director and the sidling State that is New Jersey had all gambled with the path of lives.
 And now hopeful we should be, each and every soul carries a sealed fate according to visions of karma. 
     One wonders about the autumn of life – if in some of their minds…? 
…Seen loosed for the first time are an infant’s fenced-in lonely springs of life cries, which time had been known to eventually turn into joyous laughter when windblown and lost amongst a summer’s children’s own. 
    This endure of karmic atonement I can only compare if viewed as a metaphoric wind born penance remind given to a phalanx of the forgiven, 
now found ironically within a snow fence’s charged duty to help clear the avenue to adoption. 
Yet for the task of some snow fences, 
found bound is the standing turpitude of the not forgiven; it is when these weathered pickets are subjected to that same constant echoing wind that rushes past, 
drawn out from its gusts is the steady drone of haunted howls for the cold, cold company to once again surround and soon forever to be their winter life’s keep!” …An Unknown Father  



Details | Quatrain | |

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…


Details | Free verse | |

A Luxury Sedan

A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.


Suntapped tapers of autumn branches 
Spread and splinter, stark and bare
Against a sky of steely grey.
Heavy forks of oak and maple
Interlace in timeless arcs.
Complex fractals form labyrinths
Against a sky of pale contrast.

Through this nest of wood there passes
A road alive with sounds that ebb and flow
Of passing tires on hardened pavement
Sending sounds of whispered lapping
Like the sound of ocean waves
Softly washing a moonlit bank.

The sounds emerge and fade again
As swiftly as the sinking sound
Of silken sand drifting from a hand, 
Then subside again leaving only silence.
A lingering lapse of time unmoved 
Remains behind – an eternal lair.

All around the darkening road,
Trees rise stately, solid, strong.
Branches lift in exaltation
In a greeting to face the evening.
Dusk moves gently, stealing slowly, 
Like the folding of a mourning dove’s wing.

And still the sound of sighs persist,
Of passing cars on cold asphalt.
Untouched, unmoved by nature’s grace.
Without a glance, the drivers move
To never taste the felicity
Of the silent song within 
The deeply shadowed surrounding wood. 


A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.


Details | Rhyme | |

Suicidal Nightmare of the Depressed Husband

(just a poem, don't be worried about my well-being :p)

Beautiful architecture form the walls of home
Wide-open spaces for my loyal dogs to roam
Sapphire blues and ruby reds line the borders of my garden
Freshly polished Corvette in the driveway is truly a vision

My children sleep through the night until morning
Safe, tucked in, dreaming of bright futures to come
Faithful slumbering wife who won’t leave without warning
A man should be happy with all this, but I am numb

Depression trumps my emotions like a savage tyrant
As though happiness and joy have become absent
Not even the wonders of an autumn walk through the forest
Inspires me to try to live until next August

I’m a selfish man when it comes to life and death
It’s my life to live and my life to take
My finger gently lowers onto the trigger as I take a breath
Nausea and dizziness take over as I suddenly awake

My wife asks if I’m ok as the sweat drips down my face
Utterly speechless, she takes my hand in embrace
I explain the nightmare and how it’s not so much an illusion
We agree to seek help to avoid the once inevitable conclusion


Details | Rispetto | |

Autumn Road

It’s certainly known that Fall is in the air The beauty that is present surely astounds The red leaves are blowing, falling with great care With the yellow and orange leaves that abounds They create a crunchy path through a forest There still are mosquitoes around that are pests Beauty’s prevalent in this peaceful abode Wouldn’t you like a walk down an Autumn road?
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


Details | Ghazal | |

The Sea of Meaning

Afflicted by loneliness, this despairing dismal heart
A garden deserted by spring when autumn threw its dart

My tongue is tied no longer, my lips no longer sealed
Do I have a marred speech or my voice still unhealed

In the burning heat of the tropical sun, my life has been strewn
The serene shade of a lustrous tree is a luxury unknown

My anguished soul may cast a shadow on my gloomy heart
I lament not when the sky of life is sorrow overcast

Nakedness is the common scene whichever way you see
Tattered are the garments of morals and the gowns of decency

Thoughts entrapped in my heart, Yamin, can hardly come to lips
From the crowd of ignorant no one in the sea of meaning dips

----


Details | Free verse | |

In The Autumn of My Years

Memories linger melancholy as I approach the bridge to the Gardens de Sol. A picture forms in my weary mind; Just a mere shadowed mirage, like an old faded photograph in a heart shaped locket kept near my soul centre for days, weeks and decades…. while fall winds crooning blue zephyrs frigid, incantations upon the once verdant meadows where the fawns grazed and wild horses pranced so breezy carefree on fine spring days.... I whirled and twirled , a carefree dance on patches of clover and dandelions in the spring of my youth Reveling joie de vivre of sun Sol warming skin and soul pink I remember our long, meandering walks in a picture perfect rose garden scented with redolent pines and aromatic wild flowers we conversed for hours, my hand in yours thrilling at your every word infatuated by a fervent touch You, idly picking petals off a rose; the deep timbre of your delicious laugh resounding joy to my acquiescent ears as I cavorted playfully in the garden’s fountain until lengthening shadows quilted the path with reluctant to leave, sun beams of a late summer afternoon And afterwards, in twilight violet sky; intimate moments by a blazing fire, silent music of our hearts thrumming a lovers sonata while you kissed me; gold specked brown orbs, so pleasurable and beguiling, warming my soul full of tomorrows promise and forgotten yesterdays Now, as I picture this quixotic drama rehearsed again and again one solitary tear slowly trails down and comes to rest on lines that were not there yesterday….. Dead cornflake leaves crunch under my feet as I walk the very same bridged pathway to the garden alone my only audience a solitary prickly cactus in the autumn of my years.......


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

 Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for my quiet mind.

 Dried stalks of rhubarb
 turn brittle in the summer.
 Born again next year.

 The sparrows come back
 to say thank you for their home
 I lovingly made.

 My red dogs eyes gleam.
 Before eating, her eyes ask
 is it OK Dad?


 HAIKU; MEMORIES AND OBSERVATIONS and EXERCISES


 Archery
 The strong bowstring sings.
 My arrow will find its home
 I turn to sip tea.

 First Love
 How reluctantly
 the shy, young man moves forward
 toward the full, red lips.

 First

 In the maiden’s bed
 He found his heaven and hell.
 Such was his first love.


 Alone

 Small favor to ask.
 Please spread my ashes on the sea.
 No wife, no roommate.


 Who is Buddah

 She poured my green tea
 Until the cup ran over.
 Now, I know Buddah.



 Memory

 Cousin Roni was loud.
 Married a Samoan man.
 They both ate roast pig.



 Memory 

 My old friend, Bucky.
 Carried a gun in his boot.
 Afraid of himself.



 Old Friend

 Alvin slapped his first wife
 and then he married a man.
 I don’t know him now.


 Exercise I


 Diagonally
 he crosses the wide, busy street,
 to catch up with love.


 Exercise II

 Vociferously,
 she announces her mistrust.
 Not Republican.


 Exercise III

 She knew the problem.
 Incompatibility.
 He had to learn it.


 All his writing was
 autobiographical.
 He was egocentric.


 SEASONS

 The autumn raging
 I am blinded by red leaves.
 Too many to count.


 Surf crashes fiercely.
 Shadows lessen, skies turn gray.
 Winter storm moves near us.

 This Spring, my house burned.
 I now have a better view
 of the blue mountains.

 Fresh ink on blue lines
 the words come like hungry bees
 to form my Haiku.


 Synch

 Summer. I feel strong.
 Equal to birds in the tree,
 and pebbles near feet.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.



(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


Details | Bio | |

The Seasons Warning

The nights are getting shorter

As the summer says goodbye

The stars appear more sharply

When I gaze into the sky


The mornings have a cool bite

As the autumn shows it's near

then soon it will be winter

And the end of a sad year


The seasons end with coldness

And the new year starts the same

A fitting way to tell you


That life is full of pain


Details | Quatrain | |

I Stand Here

I stand here and watch the changing of seasons,
a summer of winters, an autumn of springs,
I stand here in thought, not knowing the reasons,
to the meaning of life, how the caged bird still sings.
 
I stand here and watch as the years pass me by,
regrets of my past, what my life might have been,
I stand here and muse over one butterfly,
freed from the prison it had put itself in.

I stand here and watch as the dark turns to day,
the first glimpse of sunrise, a shimmer of light,
I stand here and wonder where clouds go to play
would they take me with them when day turns to night?

I stand here on guard while my inner self dreams,
of a world free of hurting, a life blank of stain,
I stand here and listen while my inner self screams,
with fear in his eyes and a soul filled with pain.
 
I stand here alone, memories by my side,
a flood of emotions, bittersweet in my mind,
I stand here unknown with the tears I have cried,
searching for answers in a world where I'm blind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Down Where

Down where the river bends between
Two mountains steep, autumn breezes
Stir trees, blow leaves to harvest glean
There's an isle one could live in ease

See from whence the river doth come
And which way it doth flow, open
Window to life above, how life hums
Miles below, time and again

One could see activity flow.
Each day's sunrise 'pon the mountain
Everyday's sunsets westerly show
A hermit's isle which in thoughts remain

How constant the gold sun would rise
Each night the moon would shine its light
Steady like God's grace that great prize 
The open door to heaven's home and delight

finis


Details | Tanka | |

Leaves on my Front Porch

During Autumn months Leaves flow onto the front porch Red and orange leaves Those brown ones hang on the trees Cool crisp air carries them up They twist, twirl around Working their way up the stairs Floating in the breeze Making statement of delight Grand sight, spectacular show
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

Forget me nots

I stood in the midst of a meadow, 
as an autumn breeze swayed its flaxen hair. 
The last  flush of sun was giving way 
to a peach blossoming evening sky, 
readying the day to lay and replenish,
beneath the strokes of night.

As it unfolded around me, 
I watched with hungry eyes, 
as visions of you etched upon a lowering cloud, 
slipped by in outstretched shadows,
out of reach of my trembling hand; 
for dreams still held you captive within its grasp.

I held myself with tired arms,
repeating sighs, choked on sadness,
as my heart grew gossamer thin; 
another tear stained page stored in memory;
painful forget-me-nots.

Nicole
©
2006


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Haze

Late autumn evening,
A haze of dew dusts the earth,
The wind smells of rain


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Warm Autumn Days

The pink clouds move on beyond The sky a light blue color The trees polka-dot of green And rough rustic hues Dark reds, yellows, and oranges All dotted here and about Emotions are filled with sky Warm delightful feel The leaves all intermittent With the browns seeming to ground Holding the form true in awe I delve deep within I approach this paradise And give my approval stamp Clenching the leaves before me Wanting to see more I walk home with this image It’s firmly planted in mind Beauty that's surpassed by none This warm autumn day
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Transition

As the color dies                                                             						            so does a season it falls                                                                                                                                                                birth of the winter


Details | Sonnet | |

Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


Details | Free verse | |

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...


Details | Sedoka | |

Hanging by a String

Hanging by a string Are white skeletons and ghosts For a Halloween party Twisting in the breeze And really flying high In the Autumn night event
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

DC

DC is
cool air
concrete
and your autumn brown eyes


Details | Kyrielle | |

A monastery grows from the songs

A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew,
Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue 
And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled 
Deaf and mute -it is said -singing “Have mercy, God!”

Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns
Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs;
Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held
From the glass dawn to noon singing:“Have mercy, God!”

The others in their rusty autumn or white winter,
All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter
In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired
And the forest`s echo repeated: “Have mercy, God!”

In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down 
The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town;
Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed.
They learnt carols and angels sing “Have mercy, God!”


Details | Rhyme | |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


Details | Rhyme | |

Fall's Display

The loud calls of the katydids
Pierce the September air
Against the cool and damp they sing
Seek love and don't despair

The fragrance of roses now passed
Gone with August's hot days
All that's left is the garden's greens
And beauty of fall's display  

The crimson, rust, and gold leaves of fall
Put to life with sunlight
A special reprieve before winter
When barren limbs delight


Details | Rhyme | |

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)



Details | Lyric | |

Into the Flame

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume
And Autumn broke the soft the cocoon. 
To avoid the winter freeze, flying next to beautiful wings.
Why can't I have any of these things?
At least a Moth can pretend. 

Oh the cold it makes you shiver.
Abandon gold and all the silver.
All around and all in one place,
Connect the patches on my face.
Could it be rugged is my only friend. 

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes. 

He said "You have heart kid remember that.
I never want to see you where I'm at.
This I hope you never know, believe because I told you so".
I wish that you could let it go; cry for me if you can.
Shedding a tear won't make you less a man. 

We drank as laughed of better days,
All while holding cups in fists if rage.
We know that life's this way, but oh why can't it change. 
In a lot of ways we took the blame, so far apart, yet the same.
So cry for me if you can.

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume.
The northern winds came all to soon.
I don't recall what was the case, but their wings they couldn't lend.
At least a Moth can still pretend.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Smokestacks of Auschwitz

     THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless breezes they drift everywhere
and they are spread about before they fall.

Each life that was is slow in pure descent
and longing for the earth that pounds below
the mother of all life, where time is spent,
until time's all run out--it's time to go.

Down in the valley echoes from a train
awhistling here come the dead again.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Summer Knows

                                                              
                                                            **~~**
The summer knows she's ending soon
As she blows her goodbye kiss to the moon
And the hues of flowers have slowly died
As the voice of summer softly sighs
In the eve of approaching autumn mist
She bids the Earth her farewell kiss
Promising us her seasonal greeting
When she'll return her summer meetings

Summer's hush tickles the countryside
As the moon sprinkles light over midnight skies
And the summer softly sings her farewell tune
As she gently strokes Heavens of violet blue  

She sings her crowning lullaby
Softly caressing the darkening sky
Teasing the Earth in her splendid hues
Walking hand in hand with the autumn new

Dancing stars and constellations sigh
Ushering in the fall as summer draws nigh
She softly sings her goodbye tune
Blowing her final kiss to the moon
Clouds descend in autumn wed -
While she sleeps safe and sound ...
In Mother Nature's midnight bed


                                                                  ***~~~*** 


Details | Free verse | |

killed the ego in the alley

stopped the cross look 
when walking out & down the steps
(humming a song within),
did a little jig to miss the cracks when
progressing along the sidewalk
(making sure as to not “break momma’s
back),
sure was in his/her better Autumn 
dancing gear
(waiting for others with the energy---
full of song & love in the heart) &
there weren’t enough frowns in
the afternoon overcast that could
shed dark down upon her/his 
impending afternoon delight
(now the world is said oyster if said
eater digs the oysters),
kicking her/his kicks like it’s going
out of style, ipod ringing a special
rhythm (new favorite song---connecting
him/her with everyone),
don’t need to be in front or even part of
a crowd when the selves when the 
selves are getting down
(making a scene in order to be seen),
when the sun shone down &
park benches full of folks
start to come alive,
come alive, come alive,
come live, come alive!
s/he paid tribute to all the artists that
s/he adored when
s/he killed that ego in the alley on
her/his way to work,
falling in love with those dancing
with her/him, casting out those 
trying to do him/her in & for a split
second (long enough to set a precedent
for a lifetime in perspective),
started to really enjoy 
life.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Tears That I Am Crying

I am crying tears of loneliness, frustration and contempt
for a life that I know has not been too well spent;
for time here on earth that was wasted and for naught;
for battles that I waged in that never should be fought.

I am crying tears of emptiness, pain and heartfelt sorrow
for the guilt of yesterdays and the hopeless of tomorrows;
for taking away much more than I ever gave away;
for putting off forever those things I could do today.

I am crying tears of destitute, isolation and chagrin
for the ending of a good life that never did begin;
for taking for granted the advantages of my youth;
for letting my ego distort the moral truth.

I should have cried for my fellow man and the injustices I saw,
Instead of seeking my fortune and turning a blind eye to it all;
I should have long ago found causes for which to shed these tears,
Instead of saving them for self-disgust in my autumn years.


Details | I do not know? | |

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.



Details | I do not know? | |

Less - More

I find myself sitting on a shabby old bed,
in a room where everything seems to be dead.
I stare at the ceiling like it wouldn't be there,
I find myself thinking of being prepared.

I have to be ready when autumn has come,
I should be ok when you have gone.
Gone, disappeared suddenly into mist,
gone, forever. Does it have to be this?

I sometimes still try to resist you,
I hope you feel the same way too.
Whatever way I try to forget you,
the more I fall in love with you.


Details | Free verse | |

Robins are Laughing

You don’t see many grasshoppers
Around here, but there’s one nearby
And just this morning
I dreamt a praying mantis
Came in my bedroom window

Perhaps I need divine intervention
Of an insect kind

Robins are laughing
In the autumn morning sunlight
As they gambol
From tree to bush and back again

A gust of wind
Blows crackly yellowed leaves
In my direction
And the pussywillows
Wands of benediction
Bless birds and berries
And hopefully, me

When I die
I hope I will know peace
And that the gates of heaven
Will look like the entrance
To my beloved woods
Or these gardens


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Tanka | |

Stone Pathway

A stone pathway up Carries some colorful leaves The steps are narrow And the stones has moss on them Pleasant Autumn scene displayed
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

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...



Details | Haiku | |

Cul-de-Sac

The last drops of milk:
lethargic fly sucks, in my cup
- Autumn leaf lands atop!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves.
The ones that coloured my days golden, I long for them during the winter of my life.
I long for their warmth and how I long for their beauty.
Why have they left me?
I cannot bare the cold.

Numbed by the snow I gaze out into what is left of the seasons.
I cannot see clearly as nostalgia dances around me, twirling among the blinding shadows,
always just out of reach.
I can never hold her again.
She taunts me, but I can never hold her again.

My heart, my poor suffering heart.
There is no fixing this break, there is no going home again and there is no hope for
another Autumn.
I have come to the end of the road and there is nothing left but fields of white.
They beckon me.
I take a step and all at once a feeling of calm, complete calm, washes over me.
The world stands still, waiting for my descent.
I realize, then and there, this is the final chapter.
My last season, ending.
I take one last look at the dancer and dream one last dream of Autumn leaves.
My finale.
I am forever now, in the endless white.


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Quatrain | |

Earths Fullness

Earths Fullness (Quatrain) The earth with all the fullness With many things both great and small A creation with symphonic splendor In a world big enough for one and all. With birds and trees and the breath of spring The silent stars and the heavenly blue And with the blessed sunlight and rain Forever does all of earths life renew. The mystery of the romantic moonlight Wide open oceans from shore to shore The colorful beauty of the sun rise and set Tall snow covered mountains forever more. With precious forests all around the world And the natures different seasons delight Many fields to sow mankind’s daily bread Spring and autumn colors ever so bright. The beautiful cloud paintings in the sky The rainbows always very colorful sight And the guiding lights for day and night Earths fullness created with his blessed might. Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.10.2011


Details | Free verse | |

Fragment

On through the ripples,
Through the shunts and the brushes,
The flickering chants,
The whispered gloom.
I walked, in a still coldness,
Watching in through the firm, glass panes
Of this pavement I made.
There stood three evil eyes
Perched high with a burning, solemn glare
Clad in black.

I stood with living numbness,
Drowned in the rain;
Exempt from their shelter
But Separate from their cave.

My walk was long,
Soon I saw the clouds part;
I gazed, perhaps glided into the blue depth.
The soulful reflection painted within the bay-shaped sapphire,
 Too long had I ignored myself… 
Depicting a girl, content in her smile
But mirrored by her counterpart.
I suddenly became aware
How rain and sun fall from the same sky.

The hush of the oak branches,
Passing through the park;
Reminded of the ease of empty summers;
Where my eyes couldn't reach the gate.

I turned a corner to the child’s trumpet,
Hollow with smiles
The off and empty notes
Passed right through me.
Was she, blissfully lost to her tune,
Or lost in the dissection of each note?
Lost in the mimicking of each line?
Lost, so that in the process, the bigger meaning faded.

This world holds its breath
In a struggle.
I step alone,
Across stone and soft earth,
Between kindled mirth:
In this summer losing its youth.
This day, this deep
Meander of thought,
Where I looked at the world to find myself.

Then I was laughing at my difference.

 Here is the number to my door,
To The World beyond. 

For Fragment competition
2nd September 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

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..?" 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Where are you

The sun  is shining
Water is azure blue
Lying by the poolside
"where are you"

The waterfall sends ripples
Across the waters skin
Saying I will relax you
If you dare to come in.

What an idyllic place
To share a kiss or two
To snuggle up together
"where are you"

I am eating a pavlova
Covered with nuts and cream
Have a drink in my hand
But nothing is as it seems

Cos i have just woken up
To a cold autumn hue
I am still asking 
"Why weren't  you there too".






Details | Haiku | |

Chilly

One little flower
Trembles in the autumn breeze
Imagining warmth


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chair

A lot's been said about poetry
And what it has to give
Your words can even bring to life
An object that dosen't live

Take a chair, for example
What can really be said
It carries us when we're tired?
A recliner becomes our bed?

A chair is so much more than that
It's where we rock our kids
It sends them to their world of dreams
As they close their heavy lids

It meets us on the porch each night
As we wait for the evening's breeze
It's where we cherish the autumn months
As we watch the changing leaves

It's something we can count on
An old and familar friend
It's where we count our blessings
As our day comes to an end

It's where Grandma told us stories
And where her Bible was read
She'd read aloud so all could hear
Before we went to bed

Poetry is what we feel inside
And the words we decide to use
It can even bring a chair to life
Just by the words we choose


Details | Rhyme | |

My Time In Madison

I found myself in Madison
     on the eve of a country fair,
Had no idea why that was
     because I knew nobody there.
The leaves had not yet changed their shade,
     though an autumn breeze drifted through,
Could hear the last marching band play
     as I walked down an avenue.
Looked at the sunset o’er the west
     as it moved from the water’s edge,
And wondered when tomorrow comes
     will I still be upon this ledge?

The morning light crawled through the blind,
     drifted down a hallway of grey,
And through foggy ruins of time
     I was awakened to the day.
Heard meadowlarks in field’s afar
     and children’s laughter down the lane,
Thought I saw passing countryside’s
     even though I’d missed the last train.
Dew drops settled upon the the grass
     while robins sang in unison,
I glanced quick out the windowpane
     to see I’m still in Madison.

The fairground had now come to life,
     I could smell the fresh jams and cake,
The platforms for the beauty quest
     were being set up by the lake.
New costumes had been passed around
     though ev’ryone was told to wait
For the crowning of “King” and “Queen”,
     whom would rule over this year’s fete.
Still I sat within my small room
     while the day seemed to come undone,
And though I lost my first pure thought
     knew I was still in Madison.

Sometimes life puts up a rainbow
     in-between thunder’s crashing roar,
Other times nothing counts for much
     when you’ve never been there before.
Found myself waking on pillows,
     looking at a prize I could win,
To travel over unknown roads
     to a place where I’d never been.
Had dreamt I was riding that train
     and woke up with my talisman,
Was forced to think about it twice . . .
     that trip I had to Madison.
 


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


Details | Cowboy | |

Border's End

I did not drive the roan that day,
Just saddled up my old dark bay,
To check out fences far afield
And breathe in life with all its yield.

Near border’s end I came upon
A fresh, dead cow down by the pond.
I wondered why it had died here
With water and spring grass so near.

I spurred my horse and reined away
But something said that I should stay—
I creaked down from my saddle’s reach
And saw the cow had died in breech.

I knew they should be buried soon,
By light of day or dark of moon. 
I left them there, that calf and cow
And rode back home in thought somehow.

I had forgot that scene of death
Till summer quickly took my breath
And once again I passed that shell
Of twisted skin and faded smell.

The worms had done their work it seems 
On frenzied flesh and faltered dreams.
Yet, still I stared like at a grave—
Thought how we took but seldom gave.

Then autumn came and tinted trees
With colors each low creature sees.
So on my horse I sought them out,
To answer what this life’s about.  

A mute Madonna—sticks of bone,
Still nestled there so all alone.
We live and die, the season’s dawn,
We’re all breech born before we’re gone.

In winter’s wind the world turns cold
As cow and calf and man grow old.
Yet, now there’s no sinew or hide 
To hint of life or what’s inside.

Death’s passion passed and so did I
To pay respects and say goodbye.
For man and beast all die as kin—
I will not ride this trail again.

 




Details | Free verse | |

Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


Details | Free verse | |

Summer Passage

            Summer Passage

Bones burnt white and crisp on deserts open hell of summer
Eyes turn painful red in sun’s fierce and punishing glare
But children only know the surf and blue rolling waves
Cool breezes, endless play, and warmth of friends
Sky and sand take over 
Become the blue and white of life
These things pass into tranquility in slow autumnal flow
On gentle orange and yellow spiraling leaves at leisure
Drifting, tumbling as in sleep, with no particular place to go
Autumn catches every fragrance of the harvest too
Lavender and pumpkin tell the truth
The moon grows large as we pick every plant
September, October and November forget the past
As they sleep beneath the green serene 
Of summer's grass

Created on 8/30/14 for Summer’s End Poetry contest
  


 


Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn wind

Sacred sounds of the autumn wind
Blessed microphones could not endow
A feeling that our lives entwined
This silly technology knows not how.


Details | Sestina | |

Autumn Breeze

   A whisper of beauty sets to the night
In ancient time of Autumn breeze
A flightless feather to soar the sky
Records the silent echos of sorrow
Carries through on seasonal change
Keeping time with history's eye.
   A feather passes a tear filled eye
The sacrifice before the night
The day of blood held in the breeze
As a gentle wind through summer sky
Pierced by the blade of sorrow
The Holy man of change.
   New land wandered for man to change
A wishful time to England's eye 
The eagle spies the foot step night
The pilgrims beyond the breeze
As children cry to burn the sky
A massacred Indian sorrow.
   A black man echoes sorrow	
The pain of life to change
Freedom from the blood stained eye
His cry seeks out the night
Caressed by Autumn breeze
As another feather floats the sky.
   Blood stench streams in horrid sky
The bodies of broken sorrow	
The feather sights upon the change
As delusions form in hatred eye
Secrets under night
Their souls become the breeze.
   Reaching upon the new day breeze
A scrape of cloud and sky
A world united in mornings sorrow
The view of landscaped change
Laments cry the tearful eye
Through restless lonely night.
   Unto the land of darkened night
The feather of recorded sorrow
A moments break awaits, the next Autumn breeze.

     BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
     September 25, 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

Seasons of Love

On the day, you say 
that you love me; 
You shade my life like a blue sky, 
that moue in the morning dew.
Like green leaves that dance
on a swagger of air, 
Along with the smile
of flowers from the spring.

The green grass is seemed to talk
about the gladness that I feel
it’s a flowering day of my life
and my heart blooms
like roses that grow at the oasis.

it seems like summer 
when you say that, 
I am the princess of your life
the sun grew, and all the sky
is clear and blue.

Sunlight passionately touches me, 
Melodious morning tunes 
of summer breeze, that warms my heart
and life is one beautiful rhyme.

You speak to my heart
as nobody else can do
your voice is like a laughter of lilac
Rainbows of roses is all that I can see

On this moment, our love is more than a time.
Like golden leaves on the trees, 
that tumbling down.
Green, orange, yellow and brown
and blew them away towards the sky
like a chapter of our love
that ends with a little smile
in the autumn of our lives. 

And I keep on asking why?
How does it end?
Like a fallen leaf is nothing more
than a summer’s wave goodbye
for a love we care somehow.

Jackets and sweaters, warm woolen suits
that I embrace in this cold weather
mesmerizing those times
when you used to hold my hands

I walk on fresh fallen snow
it sings a song as I walk along
over the flowers that lie asleep.

Winter is I love too, 
in the depths, and then I finally learned
Love, grows and ends.
Beautiful feathery flakes of snow
Let this pain cast them away
let them join in the trumpets of the sky.


Written By : Cheryl Aldea
----May 14, 2011---
Copyright @ 2011.
All rights reserve






Details | Free verse | |

Seasons

The Baltic winter breeze
Is only 1 season in 4
3 months from
When the cold will thaw
Bathing in a summer sun
Under the Autumn leaves
And Spring flowering trees



Details | Lyric | |

Where is the Heart

So many stolen moments missing,
They have fallen through the cracks of time.
Tell me where did the spark go?
It’s estranged now from your eyes.

This frosty morning,
It holds me all alone.
I’m not yet beaten down,
Yet I’m out here on the roam.

Where is the heart?
The heart I knew before.
I’m not sure how I missed it.
It must have walked on through the door.
Where is the heart?
That I would see shine so bright.
Did it grow wings?
Did it take flight?
Where is the heart?
That I once knew
Where is the heart?
That once gave life to two.

I remember us walking,
Through the autumn leafs
Now I’m caught here,
With all these jagged memories.
I see no candle,
Shining through the darkness of the night.
I guess the flipside to this melody,
Is that it is just another lesson learned in life?

Where is the heart?
The heart I knew before.
I’m not sure how I missed it.
It must have walked on through the door.
Where is the heart?
That I would see shine so bright.
Did it grow wings?
Did it take flight?
Where is the heart?
That I once knew
Where is the heart?
That once gave life to two.


Details | Haiku | |

Poignant Haiku

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn


distant hill
a river carrying
the spring


rolling out
of the rice fields –
remaining snow


spring’s end
my infant fingers 
the fallen petal


sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon

 
autumn dawn --
mother serves white rice
on an almond leaf

 
autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf


Details | Couplet | |

Seasonal Surrounds

Up and down the stairs they go The pumpkins are part of the show Some are lit others are not They are the best that I got The colors that surrounds these gourds Are oranges and reds, greens and golds There are flowers and leaves all about They are seasonal, this I should shout The Jack-O-Lanterns shine so bright During the deep hours of the night Each step has a glowing pumpkin on it A delightful sight to see when I sit I can’t imagine a greater scene than this An Autumn and Halloween décor bliss
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

What

What a beautiful day!
The sun shines bright!
The birds are singing
It was a cool night!

What a beautiful day
Oh how my heart sings
What joy the fall breezes
To my heart brings!

Look forward to winter,
It is almost here
Isn’t autumn wonderful
So wonderful, my dear?

Tis a beautiful day
When my heart is a knowing
Winter’s round the corner 
And it soon will be snowing…



Details | Tanka | |

One Cricket

One cricket rubs legs Singing his jimminey song Crows are silent now No vultures fly high circling A quiet autumn twilight


Details | Haiku | |

Night Autumn Psalm


Night autumn psalm:
firefly glows, my
wife is calling



Details | Senryu | |

Moments of Reflection

This autumn evening,
Memories of my whole life,
Birds fly in the sky


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hello

Empty cocoons
Are all that remain
While in the field
Picasso-like wings soar

Changing the brown color
Of a fading autumn field
Beat the wings 
Of new born butterflies

Fearlessly
They dance all about me
Touching my nose
Gently alighting 
On my shoulders

It’s as if they are saying
Nice to see you my friend
Glad you came by
To say
Hello


Details | Rhyme | |

A Road to Nowhere

A road to nowhere A picturesque scene of trees turning bare Fresh autumn scents filling the air And a young woman on a journey traveling from here to there With a slow, steady pace and tapping shoes She creates an east rhythm to hum along to Walking along, not a care in the world Living her life, and living it well The cool crisp air softly blowing at her knees Coming throughout the autumn trees For a moment it almost seems Things aren't really ever as bad as they tend to seem Soaking in the last bit of light with a peaceful flow She passes along the last few trees with golden leaves shinning abode The now setting sun begins to give off a warm orangey red glow Setting off her long blonde hair as it moves to and fro Then out of the gleaming sky Fighting her rising fear from deep with inside Her heartbeat quickens, as she tries keeping a steady stride Hairs prickling up upon her neck, a raven screeches as it swoops by The absence oh heat, so abrupt Leaves her with chills, so corrupt Touching her soul as if almost freezing up Upon her face lay a perfect cut A gush of wind cuts across her chest And her forehead quickly covers with little beads of sweat Just as she's starting to fear she can't go on She twirls and turns then starts to run She whirls around but falls to her knees Blood slowly dripping down from her cheek The raven appears with an open beak Ans lets out a bloodcurdling screech "Raven, Raven, oh please don't die!" She laughs And looks upon the bird with a menacing smile Then lets out a satisfying sigh "Just please don't die" She gracefully stands with blood-lust filled eyes Her tapping shoes carrying her off into the night Her Raven black hair rocking to and fro And off down the road to nowhere she goes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe


Details | Concrete | |

India-The Land Of Festivals

India is a land full of festivities,
Lots of relaxation to the Indians surely it gives-
Most of these are ceremony leaves -
Some are due to great men's deeds.

All direction does it cheer-East,West,North,South,
It fills with sweets every big and small mouth,
The year begins with the New Year,
Every 'life' remains busy sending cards to nears and dears.

The 26th January follows-the day of our constitution,
The Gandhi Jayanti makes us realise the power of his non-violence vision.
The Saraswati Puja Specially for the students,
During which they pray for the result in the forthcoming examinations.

15th August is the day of glory,
The Indians on the graves of sacrifice respect garlands of flory.
5th September is celebrated as the Teachers's day,
This is the day when wisdom feels proud and gay.

The Ganesh Chaturthi,The Durga puja comes with the chill in the Autumn sky,

Joy seems unlimited ,time seems to fly;
Like the enjoyment a child gets on seeing a muticoloured butterfly;
Near and dear ones return home in flights-
When the sky is rent with dazzling 'Diwali Lights'.

Soon after a month-the festival X-mas fills us with lot of fun,
It comes when the weather cools the hot sun.

These are some and there's many others-
Which make our mind light as a feather.
The written festivals are some of the noted-
But there are so many that they can't be jotted. 



Details | Couplet | |

The breeze and me

The wind picks up the feathers
of the fallen bird
And carries it where it wills

It picks up the fallen leaves 
Of autumn colors and carries them
Where it wills

The gentle breeze wraps around me 
And whispers, you are mine my love
I am with you always

©  Brenda V Northeast   25th March 2011



Details | Free verse | |

Lost Life

I'm not a diamond with beautiful eyes
the color of blue with thick lashes.
My skin sags from many years
of walking and working in the grass.
I don't fly like the eagles any more
but just walk slowly with a cane.
My words are forgetful and often
leave me when I need them most.

But my heart still sings like the birds
and my thoughts are like gravel that
twists and turns pouring out a thought
every minute. I can't run any more but,
I'll fly one day into the heavens to sit
with the angels and glow with the stars.


Details | Tanka | |

Sky Reflects Autumn

sky reflects Autumn
leaves dancing amongst bright clouds
golden autumn sun 
mirrors glorious color
gray skies on near horizon


© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

An Autumn Day

My racing mind of confused thoughts

And things that I could not fix,

Pushed me out of doors today.

A little walk under bright blues skies

May keep frustrated tears at bay.

 

The wooded trail, trees arched above,

The flutter of quietly falling leaves.

A fiery carpet beneath my feet, the leaf-covered path winds.

The rustle and crunch of leaves

Drowns out the worries in my troubled mind.

 

The chilly fall breeze, the fragrance of dying leaves,

Will help to clear my head.

So I walk along, kicking up the colorful patchwork

And simply daydream instead.

 

A scurry of tiny creatures sneaking beneath the leaves,

A comical hopping bird searching for hidden seeds, a

Flutter as the hungry bird takes wing.

A low releasing sigh...

Oh the wonderful calm a beautiful autumn day can bring.


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn

Autumn
Some say autumn is sad
It has it’s moments
Rain , mist, dying nature...
Stillness in the air,
Cold, crispy days
Bonfires, burning leaves...
I say autumn is joyful,
Happy, outburst of colours
Laughter in the parks,
Children chasing each other
falling  into the leaves,
Hunting  for acorns
Little treasures hidden
Under the fallen canopy.
Chestnuts, pumpkins,
Pies and hot cocoa...
Gathering, harvesting,
Leaf pile building.
Bullions of gold corn,
Smiling red apples,
Nutty nuts
Delicious hedge fruit
Bounty of nature
Rainbow of colours
Symphony of shades and hues
Tints of autumn
Spell of the Grand Wizard Frost.
Turned leaves, like a giddy spark of
Yellows, oranges, crimson and browns
Glistening glitter
Dance in the wind.
Bright hues of last
hurrah of autumn
Before the white, gloomy
Silence of winter.
Magic of autumn,
Golden Age of the year
With the last leaf that falls
On the muddy ground
One knows that time has come
For another magical time ...
Golden October, Frosty November
Magical December
And with this the spell starts all over again....
13/10/2013
*********


Details | Rhyme | |

Home Sweet Home

This craggy valley lies in the west
My home, this place I love the best
So many seasons passed our way
Since first we came one Autumn day
These ancient trees, these gentle slopes
So young we were, so filled with hope
No spot I love like this on earth
My children grew, this place from birth
How often beneath the boughs they've played
On summer days in the peaceful shade
The giant oaks shake by autumn's mellow breeze
And in the winter's storm shed brown, rust leaves
To view Mount Shasta's snow capped peaks
Will cheer my thoughts when days are bleak
Majestic glory, so serene
Guards over valleys, rust and green
Not far away, a stream flows swift
It fills the heart, sends cares adrift
Each grove of trees, each hill and mound
Still seems to be enchanted ground
Of scarcely moving seedling grass
It waves in sun like shining glass
Where summits rise both high and steep
And rocky valleys vast and deep
When heavens black and thunder roars
The rain in torrents, downward pours
When the sun breaks through clouds, on mountain tops
And skies are filled with spring raindrops
We're blessed to live the country life
Far off from city, noise and strife
God, help me not to take for granted
My home, this gift which I've been handed.


Details | Light Poetry | |

What Is this feeling of love

What Is this feeling of love

I was told that falling in love was like falling from the sky, but that a lie. Falling in love is like soaring up into the sky and caught by this shadow being engulfed by the gravitation of the two souls. When thinking of love you want to be taken and slowly devoured by that person, giving them as much love as they give you. Can you say the hardest thing is to give up your heart and forgiving your past and fears. In all still I want to be the one you want to holding at night. If you've traveled too far I'll follow you all around the world and back. I can't believe how high I'm going and that soaring, my heads been in the clouds since the day you told me you loved me, that I was the perfect piece your puzzle. Mysterious and kind, gently and firm, you speak no words but your actions say a million things. The world can be so cruel but your braver then me who fears to leave the safety of her home, braver to not let your restriction to be your limitation. It was a lie when they said that falling in love was like falling from the sky, grief, pain, and rejection or what makes us fall. But falling in love is like soaring, soaring into the sun then into the shadow that goes past the sun. Past the Milky Way just floating with your head above the clouds, not even cloud nine could match this feeling. Oh I don't know what love is but if I ever find it, I hope it just like this feeling I have now.


Details | Narrative | |

Robert Frost

Born on March 26th 1874 in San Francisco
Where the streets are filled with dining alfresco 
At age eleven his father passed 
Then relocated to Lawrence Mass.
From the hills and the pastures blowing free
His words ran so deep and scrupulously dreamy
In the 1900’s he began forward to Derry New Hampshire
Where the broken apple limbs made fair bushfire
 Sweet fields swayed and the autumn sighed
Robert was devoted to nature and the great outside 
Blooming vivid colors in the musty breeze
Burnt amber firewood rests in columns and is seized 
Frozen grounds and lanterns aglow
Heaps of clad earth dancing around the spruce in a row
Where impulsive minds were left to wander 
A glorious view of the silvery birch around yonder
There a hunger grew like no other, and emerged 
In the myths of his seclusion inspiration ran with an urge
So there he traveled the courses
On posed dapple-grey horses 
Spent time in his teaching
Always in hopes of reaching
Though suffered many a personal tragedy in succession 
He later settled in Ripton Vermont and continued his profession 
Frost received the Pulitzer Prize for poetry four times in his life 
Having succeeding many children and a wife 
Robert Frost died on January 29, 1963, having had four children
And six grandchildren, and eleven great-grandchildren
He is and will always be regarded a master-poet and writer 
Leaving piles of verse for all to read thus making life brighter 
    
   






Details | Ballad | |

Time


We live in time and empty space,
Always trying to hold our place;
From birth to death we try to find,
Ways to heal a troubled mind.

I am naught and you are all,
You are grand and I am small;
Yet time remains with joy and sorrow,
Hovering between today and tomorrow.

A time to work, a time to play,
Time to greet another day;
Needing to touch the earth and sky,
To know the answer to the question why.

Time to love spring, time to love fall,
If I had to choose, I'd take them all;
For spring brings life with birds that nest,
And autumn brings a soft season of rest.

Time to feel joy, time to feel pain,
To touch all we feel all over again;
For joy brings life and happy laughter,
And pain brings tears and often anger.

Time to climb with stilts to Mars,
To play in the blue with all the stars;
Skipping through sky's Milky Way,
While others sleep and others play.

A time to rise and a time to fall,
A space to feel nothing at all;
For time touches all that is real,
And nothing at all is what time tries to steal.

A time to be born, and a time to die,
A time to laugh, and a time to cry;
For the young at heart have lives to live,
And the grey haired old have lives to give.


Details | Free verse | |

Collapsing Stars

Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and smoke memories
wrapped in Marlboros. 

Paint anagrams for me in the colors of 
raindrops and oil spills.
Send moonlight messages in the austere silence
of silhouettes and shadows puppeteered
by flashing fingers and flickering wicks.  
Dance with me in the musky autumn aroma
of crackling, symphonic leaves
and I will smash angels into frozen oceans
and lay breathless beneath you and a blanket of snow.
Together we will dodge the juxtaposition 
of an angry bonfire affection,
and let the consonants bound ahead of us
as we lay beneath oak trees and dream of laughter.

Lie to me in stanzas of forgotten rhyme schemes
and fill my ears with cotton and Dr. Seuss until 
the syllables of make-believe words contort 
themselves into definitions.
Play me a harmony of grace-notes that last
as long as a hummingbird’s heartbeat
and drum me a cadence that filters up 
from the ground like dust-motes in sunlight.
Allow me to lay 3/8ths of an inch from your embrace
and feel the dove wing kiss of your pulse 
against my snow-cap knees.

Permit me to take one last look at the 
collapsing stars above, to take in the startling brilliance
of a beautiful thing that consumes itself,
and I will be content to close my eyes forever
and let you be my supernova.

Allow me one more peek,
one more snapshot of clairvoyance,
and I will let your fingers tangle with my hair once more.
I will let your ear rest upon my stereophonic heart
and your hand to settle delicately on my concave waistline.
I will permit your butterfly touch to read the Braille
engraved in the crease of my elbow,
and your quivering fingers to slide along
the skin of my forearm, smooth as fiberglass.
 
Chase me with arms wide open
and a daunting smile on heavy-set lips.
Fill me with sweet connotations and lullabies,
and sweep the denotations from my grasp with gentle
whispers and caresses.
Allow me a glimpse of what is good, and true,
and honest,
and I will float forever without looking up
and wondering why. 
Speak to me, dear,
--together we will race to the ends of time,
and find that nothing exists but the warm imprint 
left by two bodies in the dew grass.


Details | Quatrain | |

Of Air, Fire, Water and Earth

A new beginning.........clarity
the mind of intellect, reason.........
a fresh breath of prosperity
spring morning births a new season

A transformation time arrives
from the south spark of life emerge
energy and passion alive
strength and purpose together, merge

Abound, a healing love of blue
a twilight of autumn reveal
intuition, wisdom anew
a blissful image pure, surreal........ 

Silence arrives upon midnight 
death brings a new cycle, life, breath
winters endless vale reflect light 
captured in completion......sabbath


Of air, fire, water and Earth
each element entwining a season of birth



Details | Haiku | |

oriental red

oriental red
all signs of autumn fall in;
orange shadows in line

Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Five

The light of my life is the tide of the tight
Which half of witchcraft is blight to unbright?
Paper of papal intent in the tent
Fare of the fate to the wittingly went

Knives are nice, but butter is better
A flick of the wrist and a twist of the fetter
Burn through the binder and break down the bricks
The deluge of delusion that stickles and sticks

Ruptured erruptions of singing to sin
Enraptured in rapture by fiddling the fin
Won't will your wont until the wight's won
Sorrowful song of the son of the sun

Lice come less when Winter won't wrest
Sum of the Summer rests in the West
Oughn't the Autumn to singe from the binge
Swing with the Spring of the tingling tinge

Donning the dawn of the bleeding night's blight
Moon dies at noon at the frightening fight
Dust of the dusk falls to slickening breath
Bright light of deep night dreams quickening death.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Sea Is Never Filled

I watch
As the raging river’s waters
Pour into the sea
Wondering
Why the sea has never filled

All about me 
The rains keep falling
Filling the earth
As far as the eye can see

It is a cold rain
A winter rain
A rain that holds
No love or dreams

Off in the distance
I can hear the melodies
Of autumn birds
They are like me
Asking with their sweet songs
For the rain to go away

Standing by the windows
In the homes on the street
I can see the faces
Of children
Waiting for the sun
To free them
From their wandering imaginations

They wait impatiently
Tapping on their windowpanes
Faces pressed against the glass
Watching the drops of water
Run into each other
All the way to the bottom
Before being washed away

They wait impatiently
To go outside and play
But the rain doesn’t hear them
It just keeps drizzling
On the houses
On the windows
On the world
And on the river
That pours into the sea
Which has never
As far as I know
Been filled


Details | Rhyme | |

The Green Season

The summer has ended
winters not yet here
many people's favourite season
has arrived so near end of year

This season brings such freshness
with such green all around
makes you look with new eyes
seeing something lost being found

There's a crispness in the air
makes one heart want to sing
but the bird's make better sound
so just be quiet and listen

The hills and trees look stunning
in this lovely green season
such beauty in the autumn
watching all this makes good reason

Sadly it doesn't last long
so enjoy while it's there
soon winter's dark be upon us
we'll wish we'd stayed in autumn's fare


Details | Lyric | |

The poet

The autumn is coming
alone on streets.

Cold and rain.

With white hair,
older and older,
as the leaves will die
so will die the poet.

It will come the winter
hard and wild.

But after the death
of my body,
I still hope,
in all my soul,
that the spring
will come again.


Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


Details | Couplet | |

SERENITY RESPONSE

SERENITY RESPONSE

The winds of autumn blow 
Creating change

The crux of the matter
Do I bend or do I break?

Willow knows the truth
She may weep besides waters deep

But she drinks in courage to face the future
And bends when winds do blow

And in her serenity - she survives
'She accepts the things she cannot change'

© Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011

For Nette Onclaud’s- Serenity response

The Serenity prayer  by Reinhold Niebuhr

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference Amen 


Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Passion

A world of passion, where happiness is the norm 
Sun is peaking out, even in the midst of a storm 
Trees striking poses, grass dancing with the wind 
Heaven's tears of joy, falling to the surface end 
Mother nature's air consumed with gratifying bliss 
Angels smiling down sending their satisfying kiss 
A gentle melody, is sung by vocal bees and birds 
Carried away by God's harmonious words 
Life grows sweeter, with every newborn second 
Each moment is cherished, like the wise would reckon 
Regret is extinct, great memories are everlasting 
Hate is discriminated, pure love is always blasting 
Fulfillment never lacked, distributed to all who care 
Happiness inserted into all the hearts willing to share 
Kids playing in the fields, completely spirit free 
Adults laughing in awe of everything they see 
It seems so fictitious, yet it's extremely real 
Life is love, and love is what we should feel 
Matters of the heart, pursued in a sincere fashion 
The world is what you make it, when chasing your  passion 


By: Steven Dean Jr. 


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn Wreath

Creating a wreath An ornate Autumn beauty Orange its color Seemingly perfected piece Of pine surrounded by leaves
Russell Sivey


Details | Couplet | |

Equinox Love

Her presence as cool as autumn breeze,
Her grey color eyes do faithfully tease.

Her kiss as soft and gentle as floating leaves,
Her caress as warm as the one she receives.

Autumn colors perfect her body’s movements.
With precious curves, needing no improvements,

Her curious laugh that sparkles like the morning dew,
Certain words she speaks that deliver clever queue.

Even her slight anger intensifies my love so deep.
Falling in love in the fall places all issues asleep.

Autumn romance sets a warm tone before cold arrives.
Truly in this time of year, love endures and survives.

written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico 
Contest Name Falling in Love in the Fall 


written by
Cecil Hickman


Details | Free verse | |

I miss you

All I see is my life running
Running to somewhere I don’t know
It doesn’t stop even if I want
Running, running, running

Where is it taking me?
Maybe to somewhere cold
I only hear the wind that blows
And see the grey sky above

Snow flakes are now falling over me
But life doesn’t stop, then now it’s spring
Flowers’ buds is what I see
They’re opening and I see the bees

Sun is shining very bright
And it’s hot here inside
But not like the place I’ve came from
Where you might never see a storm

Now I close my eyes
And feel the autumn breeze
Orange is now a common color of the trees
I surely admire now the sea

I can’t say if it’s blue or green
It’s like my railway sleeper insanity
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m not
But life is running and it won’t stop

Then I want to say thank you for everything
You’ve helped me when no-one did
You’ve been my friend since I was a kid
When I’m sad, happiness is what you bring

All the seasons passed on
And our friendship will never end, no, it won’t
I still remember the drawings we have done
One for each other, I didn’t lose one

We don’t talk since so long
By computer and microphone
Do you remember the chats we had?
The mornings chatting and having breakfast

I didn’t forget it 
That’s why with you therefore I want to talk
I hope you will answer me soon
I can’t stay more time without talking with you

And don’t you forget
Life runs fast
The present now is past
But I will never let
The time erase the time we had

I miss you…


Details | I do not know? | |

A meaningless purpose

Strolling down the road
The fresh air of spring,
Amidst the rustling of leaves
And whoosh of the 
pleasant breeze,
A calmness of the self sets in, 
no thoughts only a lost
Soul in a beautiful wonderland.

A name not given,
A mind not known,
Only the world that is seen
Today finds its power in 
The hope of resilience.


Nature winds itself in the
Realization of this truth, the
Soul lost in a thoughtless space,
Makes way for another journey
A journey that everyone will 
Face once and still not know.


Details | Free verse | |

Throughout The Years

Throughout The Years
(Anaphora)

The years faith made life worthwhile
The love of family and friends happy smile
The guidance and blessings from above 
The special joy touching my heart with love
The heavenly stillness in the starlit night
The always colorful beauty of twilight 
The wonderment beyond the clouded sky
The sadness grief that makes the heart sigh
The golden ripened fields of blessed grain
The joyful ride on the cross country train
The blessed harvest wealth before the snow
The festive holiday meals by candle glow
The welcome ice cream truck upon the streets
The summer fun and moms delicious picnic treats
The autumn haze and the cooler air it brings
The lovely chirping songs the crickets sing
The many thoughts that our minds entertain
The loves inner feelings at times hard to explain
The life’s mixture of sunshine and the rain
The life’s laughter, teardrops, pleasure and pain

Erich J. Goller
Copyright 12.27.2011


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Story

Shame is what I felt when I’ve known you,
‘Cause I thought I need to hate you
But with a glance I dreamt of you,
With just a smile I learned to love you.

Broad shoulders with a good looking face.
Eyes and lashes like those of a doll’s face.
But do I need to love how you look?
Lucky I am you’re not a crook.

Sugar and spice and everything nice.
Things that would describe you.
Rebel but sweet and oh so neat,
Hope that you could see me through.

Fancy I am it’s just a crush,
For I don’t want my heart to crash.
Hurting is not what I meant,
But to be hurt is need to be bent.

Need not to look for a crystal ball,
Or a lady with a Heart of gall.
Deck of cards is not on the list,
It’s just you that I need, and boom! There It Is.

My heart I hope that you’ll accept.
Feelings that are not easy to forget.
It’s just love that I need from you,
To embrace me in your arms as you say I love you.

So true as it is and wish it wouldn’t stop,
For I need someone like you to fill my heart up.
Warmth of your caress is what I need,
For I‘m a needy of your love indeed.

It’s just your hands that would comfort me,
Through rainy days of each morning.
Of autumn and winter, of summer and fall
There’s nothing that would stop me to love and to fall.

The caress I need would fade,
For I do not forget that you’re in a cage.
Committed to someone else is what I Knew
But do I have to wait for you?

The sand fills the glass as days went by.
Waiting for you makes it easy for me to die.
I’ll just lie again so that the pain will end.
Cry again caused by lies that never ends.

Lie to my lips is what I did.
My heart broke again as what I said.
Afraid to sleep again to dream of you.
Afraid to love again because of you.

Moving on now is my task
For there’s nothing much for you to ask.
You just committed a sin with your deed.
You hurt the both of us, of what you did.

Now that you’re in a cage, I won’t trouble.
Because maybe there is someone... like you were doubled.
Wish I could find him and lead me away,
But what’s this? He’s leading me to stay.

I’m not here to stay because I wanted to.
He led me here, because he knows that I love you.
To set me free is what he wants.
Now I have to start again and flip my wand.

To wait for you now is my only choice.
To love you secretly is not  a poise.
Don’t worry I’ll be quiet, for them not to hear,
My feelings for you, for I love you so dear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thankful When

Thankful When
(Anaphora)

When sunlight gleams upon mornings frost
When you can see the guiding light all is not lost
When the days grow short, autumn walks the land
When you in need be thankful for a helping hand
When winter wind are blowing wild and free
When nature plays a springtime symphony
When white capped waves are riding high
When the sun touches the ocean from the sky
When all the autumn foliage is aglow
When we see the crystal sparkles in the snow
When the time is yours just for the taking
When the golden morning sun is awakening
When the people wave, smiling and greet
When you are passing them on the street
When the tides of life run against you
When you try but there is nothing you can do
When there is a chance to repent all our sinning
When He is giving us a brand new beginning
When Christ ascended and rose in glory
When all hope centered on the Easter story
When forever you truly want me to stay
When we have more time for fun and play

Erich J. Goller
Copyright 1.20.2012


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Free verse | |

AUTUMN COLORS

Like autumn leaves the colors of my life have changed

From mountains to hills of green a new but old state i have move to again

Strange is the surroundings now similar are the horizons

What I thought would be easy has become hard

The quest for living not so intermediate; life on this coast seems so hard

Ponder if i will ever be better off but with faith and pray i believe i should be

Seeing old faces and having re connections have made the time here pass easier

Skies are only grey for a time the sun of my happiness shall shine bright again

God calls out this is the path i just need to listen and be patient for this time alone.




Details | Rhyme | |

An Autumn Evening

An autumn evening watching the sunset.
As the sun kisses the earth where they met.
The orange slivers of light between the trees,
somehow puts your mind at ease. 

It can take you back long ago.
When you were a child, with a bright glow.
Just playing in the yard with your family.
Running around just being free.

You remember your innocence and carefree mind.
Wishing for that youthfulness we want to find.
There was something about that atmosphere.
It made everything bad just disappear.

We had our whole lives to look forward to.
We had the opportunity to do what we wanted to do.
But when your a kid there is no point in looking ahead.
Because those were the greatest days of our lives, enough said.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Hazel Eyes

Hazel Eyes
WLM
Wildncrazy555
September 15, 2011

Such beautiful eyes
So full of mysterious disguise
They have the sheen 
Of a light light green
And yellow as the autumn sky
As you gaze you wonder why
As I wait to meet
Surely my heart will greet
Of the feelings we share
Surely, Do we DARE
As we run through life amongst and with it
Through our devoted commitment
Follow the long forgotten past
In our hearts we know it will last
Our love is so fine
In our eyes you see it as we dine
To feel the warmth of her skin
The feelings I know she will let me in
From this day forward I know she is mine
Our love will last till the ends of all time
The feelings in my heart are a must
Truly, truly they are JUST!

Dedicated to a lady I know
Jacki Wahner McDowell
With Beautiful Hazel
EYES


Details | Free verse | |

The Moon Did Spill That Night

I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past stoops that lined the blackened stretch of tar
sneakers and scarves so cool
that they melted and smoked at the touch
And from your window,
you could see it all;
you could see the birds and the beetles
contented in their coats of cold,
And you could see me stop
every evening at the foot of your door
and tip my hat to the wind
that blew like lips to horn.
Your window was a gateway
to a place too good to live,
too good to believe in,
too good to taste and smell and touch
when the sun was up and shining,
for everything that happened
happened at night,
when the pipes lit up and the children's shoe-soles
sounded loud and echoed proud through the alleyways,
and the TV sets ceased their roaring
for a moment long enough to keep the hopscotchers on their canvas-clad toes,
and the radio merely tickled the air
with notes of a blue
deeper and truer than the vastest, most empty starless sky...
And spilled on the sidewalk-chalked walls of brick and young love
was a moon,
a moon whose dusty, yellow glow
was all that we thrived in
all that we loved and hated and wished and kissed in,
all that we sang and shouted and drank and pissed in,
and all of us missed it
when the hours on the clocks of dark dried up,
leaving us with little more than empty gazes,
empty bottles and empty beds,
empty arms and empty heads,
promises broken,
desires unfulfilled,
but with sweetest day dreams
of the night to come.


Details | Quatrain | |

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


Details | ABC | |

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 | I do not know? | |

Forever Autumn

My feelings for you will never change 
as our love blows on an autumn breeze
remember as you fly free you will be
eternally in my soul feel the warmth 
of it's sweet embrace
~~~~~~
Visit my love in your heart know that 
every heartbeat is of my deep love for you 
remember us
~~~~~~
Those special moments are ours alone
we shared a love so strong 
United on a twisting wind it's now time 
for me to let you go
~~~~~~
Winter is singing us a different song
when you look back on us 
know that you are still loved 
you will never be forgotten
~~~~~~
My love for you is now wearing her 
golden gown for in my heart it
will remain forever autumn


Details | Alliteration | |

MOONWALK

Suddeny it was all new
A new solitude
A new silence
A new emptiness
As if from a nightmare, I jerk awake
Where are all those I'd cared to call my friends?
Where's the meanin I'd cared to find in life?
What's come of those dreams, those endless dreams, that used to mar my very sleep?
New realms swim beckonin before my eyes


A light stroll , I decided, will take off the strangeness a li'l
Through the vast expanse, somethin suddenly began to emerge familiar
(Maybe this verve was mine, beyond reckonin,
Maybe silence n solitude were playmates i had forsaken?)


N yes, up above n shinin, was the moon..
So far away. 
N yet,
 never cross enough to despise me for more than a night.
It was autumn come a-calling..
The august autumn of another anonymous soul
And as i walked along, so did she
In step
Abreast
One with me.
N silence found a new meaning,
in the newfound infatuation between us.
My love wasn wasted.
Not any more.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shadow Of The Last Memory - part 2

This is the cont. of the part 1, since it wont fit in just one go...sorry for wasting your time for such a dull story. Thanks and God bless. 
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We finally stopped and I asked you to close your eyes. Boy, how much you argued to just not have your eyes closed. But you did. You did honey.  I walked you out slowly, to where we’re headed. You opened your eyes to a marvelous scenery of the country.  There we enjoyed our time. There we planned for our lives. And there is where we had decided to spend it all. A place where you and I would someday have children to grow old with.  And a place where you and I would rest our souls happily.
 
I remember them all. Every bit of them Bell. I wanted to. They will always remind me of you. And though it’ll always be hard for me, I can always take it. I will bare all the pain for the joy of remembering you. To remember everything from the day we met till the day you left...
 
As much as I want to, as much as I want to have those dreams of ours come to life, they’ll never be without you. We never had the babies we wanted. We never had the house we planned to build. The summer horse riding you always wanted. The night of the winter by the warm chimney. The morning spring to gone out fishing. And the autumn noon walk at the woods of your desire..........
 
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To be cont. .... sorry but it wont fit :D


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh September

There are times in this world 
When it seems fit to dance
To run through the alleys
To skip and to prance

These times of our life
Are the times we remember
And then there’s the pain
Like last year’s September

The sun had already ceased
To warm the autumn air
The leaves had already begun
To fall down everywhere

Then I was naïve and childlike
I had no desire, I had no dream
And I couldn’t see the summer
Nor a single light’s beam

I was dark and unattainable
But nobody could really see
I felt lonely and alone
As if nobody cared for me

I pretended all was alright
As everyone does at times
Nobody saw through me
Save my paper, pen, and rhymes

I was lost in the shadow
I was wandering in the rain
Slipping, I hit my head
But I couldn’t feel the pain

Lying there I remembered
I remembered the memories
The smile-casting moments
Of parks and climbing trees

Oh – just to return to them
I knew I could get along
But even then I knew the truth
Those days were forever gone


There are times in this world 
When you can’t even move
You’re frozen In place
With no sense of groove

These times of our life
Are the times we remember
And I haven’t been truthful
It was this September




 


Details | Free verse | |

The Leaf

The blueish leaf 
just sprouted from two spirits 
so in-loved.
Sees the world in native eyes, 
lonesome lights and sounds.
Wonders of his breathe 
of autumn and spring, 
free air of life.
Dreams of the world 
all around his shallow legs and reach.

No more than three decades 
he toured his local islands.
Surf every little sea he can swim 
and bathe his soul's joy.
Seek every fellow leaf 
to be a partner in his journey.
Love them all, 
more than he wish he can do and live.

As part of cycle 
the leaf fell before fertile muddy ground.
And a new leaf sprouted 
from his wooden surfaced heart.
He saw the first joy he long no more than three decades.
Within the smile of a healthy boy 
from his own flesh.

Tried all hardships, 
endures all trials 
and destructive problems.
Shared all weary tears, 
holds all never imagined 
parting droughts.
Hid his fear between his two brittle  ribs 
and sealed it inside.
To protect the people 
between his present and sealed past.

For within no more than three decades of life 
he travels.
Meeting all different leaf, 
he loved and cared all round.
Between his shadowed honor 
he kneel before his pride
And speaks his own selfish feeling 
and childish thoughts.

For no more than three decades of breathe 
he now speaks.
Choose the best of what felt 
and you'll never face your darkest regret.
Plan all footsteps 
and you'll free yourself 
from bloody thorns.

And believe in yourself, 
you can endure everything you meet.


Details | Haiku | |

Willow

Willow whips wildly
Upon angry autumn breeze
It bends and not breaks


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. 


Details | Tanka | |

At Autumn Harvest

At autumn harvest Pumpkins used to show season Surrounded by garland Some are carved with light inside To signify joy of times
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Where do I go from here

The sun was hidden on the autumn seasons
And the wind whistled in their sadness song
The leaves start to fall scattered on the ground
They are like the memories that blew inside my mind
I bended my knees and pick them one by one
Hoping I could picture them in my palm

A long and wading road that I had to walk on
Following the footsteps that I could not be seen
It was vanished by the golden leaf of autumn
Here I am alone sat on a bench of memory lane
I kept wondering why, thinking I was lost and gone
Hoping for tomorrow, I will face the rising sun

Where do I go from here?
I don’t had the eyes to see the shades of green
Everything is like a shadow of gray
I was alone in this journey
I could not be able to see the beauty of spring
Looking for someone to hold my hands

Sometimes I forgot, how life is beautiful
To face the morning comes to inhale them,
I forgot to feel the magic of the sunrise
The wind that touches me every time I shiver
The rain that washes my pain and sorrow
and enjoys every drop that falls inside my being

Where do I go from here?
I see the lights shining from a distant
I heard voices whisper in my ear
Perhaps, they are the angels that lead me
in this journey within the distant
and search the world, where I belong.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fall

Come autumn rain, come wind of north!
Blow your darkness forth and forth –
I defy thee with my own strength
I fight against thy powers length!

Hail on me sleet, hail down your ice!
Smash down this human twice or thrice –
I will resist against your try
No matter how your storm may cry!

Embrace me night, embrace me cold
like arms of death and fog on wold –
oppose I can with my death heart
ward off the cold and lethal dart.

No storm is like dark feelings gale;
no hail can hurt like loving’s flail;
no cold can kill as amor’s arrow -
compared with love is fall a sparrow.


Details | Lyric | |

cjh

it feels good to know 
I have found someone 
who cares as much 
as I love the sky 
as I love the rain 
as I love spring 
or a summer day 
it feels good to know 
I can look in your eyes 
and not be denied 
the love I feel inside 
is more precious than 
the first blooming flower
the first clap of thunder 
the first ray of sun 
after a shower 
it feels good to know 
where ever we go 
you are always with me 
by my side
and knowing you love me 
makes me fly
higher than the biggest plane 
further than geese on autumn days 
for I am undoubtably yours
forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Unspoken

The bird  that flies  above sustains grace

The water that ripples at a stroke conveys a mystery

The breeze that gently  blows, brings  pleasant vigor

The child who figures out to open a wrap shows diligence

The melody  from afar sails me to eternity

The thunder that nearly breaks the window pane sends imminence

The flowers that first bloom in spring suggest new start

The quietness in a  room encourages creativity

The greenness of the vales and mountains is calming

The greeting from a stranger transmits peace

The smile  from a friend reinforces affection

The first cry of the newborn involves him to the world

The relief after a labor generates a promise of care

The gentle lapping of the waves invigorates vitality

The sound of the gush of water means destiny

The smallest creature on earth is humbling

The first rain in Autumn nurtures fertility

The tiny and soft snow that gently falls in winter offers endurance

The aged couple who walks hand in hand cherishes long lasting promise

A daybreak that bathes the morning dew promises life

PEACE around the world....perpetuates generations

Languages that are muted in the heart are eternal

 

 

 

 

 

 



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Rebirth - My Backwards Beginning

I lie here eavesdropping on the world I'll be in,
Doubting the stars in the sky.
The walls creak as the house whimpers,
Almost as if in reply.

I listen to the gust of wind raging,
Through shivering trees shaking away the frost
Reluctantly releasing their last quivering leaves
Which by winter's arrival are lost.

The sun hides beneath the horizon.
Things must be backwards - didn't spring just begin?
Was it not last week that these same trees danced
In the warm whispers of summer's kin?

The breath of autumn now arrives,
Though its branches of gold have browned,
In one sweep the sunrise lifts the sky
To awaken the world with an orchestra never found.

Light reflects off dewdrops on the petal of a rose,
I'm lying still amidst the world's transforming,
The eagles race, the shooting stars, on gallant wings they soar,
Like trickling water joins a stream, my life is just beginning.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Jack-O-Lantern Lamp

A bright Jack-O-Lantern lamp Sits in my autumn hallway Shows my love of Halloween While shedding great light
Russell Sivey


Details | Quatrain | |

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 | Prose Poetry | |

Drink When Thirsty

Within a vast sea 
under a calm and distant sky
is a secret solace known to few.
This is a place of peace, 
silence, and tranquility.
Here dwells knowledge in the purity of living, 
simply breathing life into a glorious texture of emotional bliss. 

High on the oldest tree are the words Drink when thirsty.
Masked phantoms move past, 
with a ceaseless breeze against their backs. 
They speak in riddles with jigsaw mouths, 
in mirror eyes they watch themselves.
Evening falls again. 
Day has closed her eye to another freckled veil of starlit hue.
A memory, now lightly nudging my shoulder,.. 
I see again their dances,.. around autumn fires,.. 
when the forest floor smelled of dry leaves, 
and the moon spilt shadows though naked trees.
Moistened now I drink life's sorrow, 
I tastes life's joy, 
and death awaits with menacing indifference.


Details | Rhyme | |

SC Home

A beautiful attraction
Like the coral reef
A beautiful fall
Like the autumn leaf

Beautiful words
A beautiful sound
A great experience
All around

A palm tree
An ocean crashing
The hot summer sun
Summer bashing

Or what about winter
Snow upon the ground
There is only one place
All of this can be found

Rivers flowing
Across the rocks it streams
A wish upon a star
Palmetto dreams

Mountains in the distance
A scene of a sight
The sun in the trees
A beautiful light

All four seasons
Can be found here
South Carolina
A place I hold dear


Details | I do not know? | |

I am Me

              I Am Me


I am the morning sun that glistens over the mountain tops made  
White by freshly fallen snow from the night before,

I am the brightest star that shines through the autumn air as it gives
Way to dawn,

I am the trickling brook that journeys from the melting ice of
Springtime peaks, to the streams and rivers, then eventually to
The sea,

I am the laughing child playing in the afternoon sun,
And I am the dead soldier far from home.

I am the fear and hate that thrives in the mind of man,
And I am the love in ones heart;

I am the music in your ears and the scent of the flowers,
The birds that fly, the fish that swim,
The clouds over your head and the grass beneath your feet.

I am the nights’ darkness and I am the morning light,

I am everything and I am nothing,

But most of all; I am me


                          By M.Norton

marklnorton@shaw.ca


Details | Monorhyme | |

Canyon Reverie (Constanza)

I stop to watch the eagle soar.
    At dawn his silhouette flies high
    through brilliant colored crimson sky.

Below the gorge at valley's floor,
    the creatures rise up one by one;
    a quest for food has just begun.

I listen to the fierce winds roar.
    Descending from the north they blow
    and carry in the first light snow.

They make the river crest the shore. . .
    A swirl of colored leaves abound
    dancing before they touch the ground,

As autumn breezes in once more.
    I marvel at the leaves in flight
    and wonder where they will alight.


I stop to watch the eagle soar.
Below the gorge at valley's floor,
I listen to the fierce winds roar.
They make the river crest the shore. . .
As autumn breezes in once more.


Details | Couplet | |

Sugar Gift of Autumn's Hips

The sun persuaded the earth to move

and slip, 
                slip, 
                       slip from her summer groove

as we climbed to the top of the autumn trees

and swayed with the sway of the orange breeze

He held in his hand a bouquet of leaves

all crackled in crimson he gave them to me

      Their scent lingers still on nostalgia's page

               for I laid them to rest,  as the season's sage...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Under the Weeping Willow

Lets think about the willow tree,

leaves falling free.


Weeping leaves shining in the sun,

oh,how lovely things come undone.


sunshine folding around the tree,

I'm sure it really feels free.



Birds singing in the nest way up high,

raising babies for spring and the sky.



Butterfly's swooping down each branch,

just let this love fill your soul.



Our creator is well in control,

hold His awesome Hand and never

never let Him go.



©Betty Bolden!

All poems copyright!

3-15-04


Details | Free verse | |

ABOVE NEW YORK'S ROCKVILLE

A voice. A torrent cry entitled goodbye

A morning fades its bright light somewhere

Underneath a virginal rain. This day shrills

Drawing afar it seems to halt all that is lust or dirt.


Youth’s love is nothing left

Nothing to bury out into the sea of doubt

Flying above the icy touch once that was flame

Dying now like frozen tears creating

Up a clustered window in the Rockville.


In pain I know my experience could not be

Told or minded up with silly lyric then it might remain;

The guest in which appeared to witness

A last plum-blossom breast that hope I deplore

Always the autumn before you naked as a vulnerable capillary. 
 


Details | Verse | |

Microsex

A contortionist achieves climax
Her clitoris saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her clitoris cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she was barren
Or that in artistry
This plausible microsecond
The happening of dawn quite imminent
And a canary perched upon a fence
Lavish us with falsettos
Each and every organism throughout the universe
Itself just below its conception
And love equalizes the balance


Details | Rhyme | |

From a dying Ember To a live Flame

From a dying Ember
To a live Flame

Fame – ous, Autumn Green Eyes, Beauty her name –
came into the light – a clearing – that shone so bright,  
same as shining stars in the dead of night.
Fight for ardor, once more – cut down by a knife –
sight awash into blindness – no room in her life.
Strife, the journey this ember to flame takes –
Fife plays the marching song – the road that makes
flakes out of the heart – odyssey on broken wings.
Stakes to high, to sharp – killing - the voice that sings,
brings a melancholy, endings to – an ancient man
strings life, desires, loving, memories as best he can.
Fan those embers, light that flame, love this man !

An ember into a blazing inferno.
You, the igniter ?, I have come to know.
From a spark or recognition – ignition
into a world of burning desire for life – contradiction
for all – in this world – I have done wrong, 
all who have departed – leaving a very sad song,
singing to the winds of passing time
as I reach deep within – try to rhyme
away all that clings – wants to stay
outside of memories hoard – live
to become cathartic elixirs
healing the soul,
freeing spirits, 
seeing them fly.

I, with my inner eye – might just see - the real me
for others to know – maybe to enjoy the show
as my days wane – lessen – the pain
to become clear- see it afar, no longer near.
Some days are gray – a way we have to pay
for life in this world – on this plane –
that flight from - to come back again -
the right sum – death with rain,
tears we shed at the throes of change.
B. J. “A” 2
March 16th 2008


Details | Free verse | |

Precious

You are
petals of velvet
the whisper of a moth's wings
dreams kept in bottles of silvery glass
the balmy breath of a moonlit night
You are the silence between words
the winter dreams of a cat, curled up fireside on the hearth
the shiver of leaves dancing in autumn fervor
the echo of the lone traveller's footsteps
the lullaby hummed by a mother to her child
To me you are all these things, 
you are precious, you are adored


Details | Free verse | |

They Said Goodbye

As they end their search
for fireflies with only 3 in the jar
I realize summer is nearing its end.
The signs are all around me.
How did I miss them creeping up? 

The tiger lilies that proudly 
lined the driveway, 
greeting each guest with a
brilliant show of color, 
are now nothing more than green
swords waving at the kids as they
ride their bikes past.
The once bright orange blooms
are lying on the ground
crisp and brown
waiting for the next good breeze 
to take them on their first (and last)   journey.

The neighbors tree is starting to
change into it's Autumn wardrobe already.
Its uppermost leaves shimmering in the sun
an almost exotice combination of
reds and oranges.
Its message reads as clear
as if it were a billboard: 
''SLOW DOWN- Summer ending soon! ''

I see even the kids are showing
signs of Falls quick approach.
They're losing that spring in their step 
and now are moving along at half-pace.
They seem to sense the upcoming school year
and I can see the dread in their eyes
as if they're losing their best friend
and there's nothing they can do about it.

With a look of hopelessness
I watch them open up their jar
to release the 3 fireflies.
But, unlike their usual releases
where they tip the jar upside-down
and shake the creatures out, 
this time they just removed the lid
and set the jar on the picnic table.

They sat there patiently
watching until the last firefly 
had found its way out.
It was as if they knew 
this would be the last time 
they caught them until next year 
and they needed time to say goodbye.


Details | Lyric | |

GOOD BYE SUMMER

GOOD BYE SUMMER




Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!


Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t

stay




Repeat Refrain


Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.



Final Refrain:


Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Autumn Love

There are many things I love About the cool Autumn months They include scarecrows, apples Bonfires and hay rides Pumpkins are a favorite So is the corn of the fields The coolness of the crisp air And apple cider All these things bring great feelings During this time of the year I surely do love the fall And all that’s in it
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain drops sliding down my window

Rain drops sliding down my window
After a cool autumn rain
They fall just like my tear drops
When I'm lying here in pain

I never know what to say
I never try and force it out
But when it’s on my tongue
It comes out as a shout

I can’t expect you to understand
Especially how I feel
I'm calling out for your touch
But our fate you will not seal

I sit here just awaiting
For spring to come back soon
So these autumn raindrops
Will dry up just like dew 


Details | Quatrain | |

Pumpkin Delight

There’s a decaying old shack Where pumpkins are out back A stunning show of Autumn care Where there’s nothing that lacks A beautiful sight of fall flair Where pumpkins show their lair Another holiday comes roaring in Halloween approaches if you dare A great scene from the porch den Is a collection of Jack-O-Lanterns Clearly lit by candles on the inside Inviting goblins and next of kin There are no pieces that scare the tide The children come happily from the outside Candy delivered from the door where I abide They know my house from far and wide
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

Hurry Back

She calls her family together
To tell each one goodbye
From the oldest to the youngest
Her children begin to cry

She's fought this fight for many years
But this cancer is much too strong
Her will to live is fading fast
And she knows it won't be long

Her daughter asks when she'll be back
She's too young to understand
Only four years old, a tear escapes
As she holds her mother's hand

She says, "Mama you have to hurry back,
For I'm going to miss you so"
She climbs into her mother's bed
And begs her not to go

Her mother tells her not to cry
As she wipes her tear stained face
I'll always be inside your heart
You'll carry me every place

I'll be the breeze that kisses your cheek
When sadness comes to call
I'll be the smell in the autumn leaves
That ushers in the fall

I'll be your comfort when times get bad
And in everything you lack
And as her mother passes away
She whispers, "Hurry Back"


Details | Verse | |

Our Silver Years

Our Silver Years

When, we two embrace our silver years,
Silver skies of autumn arrive mystifying form.
The forests’ green has a silvery hue.
Silence overshadows chirping birds and croaking frogs.
Even the roosters snuggle in oversleeping.
The dogs are romping; cats find warmth.
Children and grandchildren have gone their way,
When, we two embrace our silver years.

Written October 27, 2014  Revised November 8, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	Rick Parise


Details | Free verse | |

Trees and the Leaves

In distant field of leaves Trees sway in afternoon breeze Somber is the feel about them Encasing passages to peace Reflecting on past autumn days Where trees left their leaves behind And wind blew them around But loneliness engulfed those days And missing are the play mongers Silently the air bursts through Lifts leaves above their heads To land back onto their impressionable hearts The children play beyond the wind filled air Playing beyond the years of the solemn trees Which secretly love each and every moment
Russell Sivey


Details | Verse | |

Going Dormant

Going dormant Leaves change every year with beauty Going dormant Their changing brings us merriment They fall as is their sworn duty Having the strength to drop humbly Going dormant
Russell Sivey Form Rondelet


Details | Verse | |

The Invitation

Fondled by the temptation of an autumn sunset
Erect stands a woman in the cradle of such potent winds
Quite dashingly contributing colour to the scene
Her silky, black dress enveloping her ever so tightly
Composing the shape of an inviting taboo
Whilst refraining all comely sounds of vernacular
How her lips whisper things of which previously I knew not
Sign o’ the times


Details | Tanka | |

Fall Landscape

My door, inviting Warm festive Autumn colors Fill the night senses Orange lights cover the ground Opening to Fall landscape
Russell Sivey


Details | Pantoum | |

Abele Trees in Autumn

Above the lake abele trees are golden
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Snowy white swans face longing for each other


Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
The lake reflects gold and red like miracles
Snowy white swans face longing for each other
Knowing winter is coming with its bother

Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Knowing winter is coming with its bother
Above the lake abele trees are golden


Details | Rhyme | |

Fetter

I say: "Good morning everyone",
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Some beer into inner space
To sink reality for instance
Is just the way of my resistance
Within this suffocating maze.

The fussy crowds in hurrying trams,
The same old streets, the traffic jams
Are too disgusting for my eyes -
They seek lush colors of surprise.
My heart's a rose yet to bloom,
And all it needs is Heaven's cater,
But I will never break the fetter
Of northern winds and autumn gloom.


Details | Free verse | |

Almost Free

I grew up in a garden paradise
large white house in the country
sheltered by ancient oaks and naievity
passed idyllic days in childhood bliss
never ran it much through my mind before

until the day
I walked two hours with my life packed up on my back
set out on a sunny autumn morning
running on a four days empty belly, and some strong black coffee
met a tall, thin man along the way
asked me if I could play the bass slung over my back
I replied yes and he gave me his number

Three quarters of the way there the baby's stroller 
gave one last groan of protest
and buckled under the weight of the bags hung on the handle
spilling everything onto the street

"These things can be kind of tricky,"
said the young man who helped me scoop everything up,
explaining how it used to happen 
when he pushed around his younger siblings.
"See you around sometime,"
he offered up

Later we arrived,checked in at the front desk
no one else knew we were at the shelter
days here are passed aimlessly
in sedated daydreaming
nights are spent shivering with cold
and exhaustion

I can no longer count 
the number of times I've been broken before
(I try not to think about it)
and pieced back together, but never quite the same,
I could tell you how the closet floor smells like mildew
when soaked through repeatedly with tears,
or describe the way his black eyes bulge in anger,
describe how every little fleck and bubble gathers at the corners
when his mouth froths white with hate,
and the vilest obscenities, and how after a while
you start to ask yourself if they're true

Armed with all the pamphlets from the front office
I was gonna do all the right things
they say it takes about five tries before you're successful
but what do you tell to the child who says, "Daddy bad, daddy gone?"
I almost made it this time, and then
He dropped by, told me to pack up my stuff,
we took the bus home
past the place where the young man helped me gather up my life off the road
past the spot where the tall, thin man gave me hope
and his number
- The baby was excited about his first ride 

I'm back in the same old spot again, 
little has changed but time
and knowing that once, just once,
I almost made it

...now I watch the birds out my kitchen window
close my eyes and ...
I'm almost free


Details | I do not know? | |

Weed

In the earth, I plant this weed
A magnificent plant indeed
Given refuge when in need
Taken away from the pain I bleed

In the earth, I plant this weed
High spirits for such a seed
Future well with Godspeed
Those who know, are those who read

In the earth, I plant this weed
An autumn moon takes the lead
Holding my breath I precede
Taking the chance, to succeed

~Leonard Napierskie


Details | Lyric | |

The Verdant Lore (Cleave Poem)

  
     
                      On the page - of this lore
             painted verdant by - the rod of God
                  a word traveler - unveils  

                              A song, - its charm
              perhaps, sounding - on the mystic 
                                   blue - sea

              Amidst the echoes - of peripheral visions
                  his thoughts are - dancing wildly with the  
                                orphic - wind 

                                   Like - the twists
                            of leaves - in early Autumn      
                    that innocently - falling in passion,
                 seeking a home, - to entertain the souls

              He sighs through… - the remnants-of dreams
                and finds himself - a proverbial comfort 
                  
                  In the breath of - this blossoming page is 
                   a verdant lore, - the scents of my life




---

The cleave is three poems in one and was created 
by Dr. Phuoc Tan Diep, poet and artist. To learn 
more about this poetic form, visit the link below 
http://cleavepoetry.wordpress.com/



Details | Lyric | |

Sugar Cubes In A Bath

Warped and twisted, 
Spinning inside
Colors close and they open
Like a drunken slumber’s eyes
Mismatching patterns
Correlating with signs
Jumbled, rustled, falling
Like leaves in autumn time
Hoping to pick something up
Each time I rise
Veins explode from fingertips
Like a possessive ride
Exhilaration expanded
Dilating pupils surmise 
Inferring differences
With an indifferent pride
Seducing snakes like a game
Smoke drawn from lips
Red blood poured from a soul
With liquid, no grips
Like sand through ones hand
Wind moves like hips
Twisting, turning, like figure eights
For each height, a new dip
Honey melting
Like sugar cubes in a bath
Resurrecting promises
I look back and I laugh
Parodies sing
A melodious wrath
Distortion misrepresented
It could represent the past 
Always looking back
Wronged remembered
Nothing can cut
What’s already dismembered
Playing tag with mice
Crackling like a fire’s ember
Cackling like a witches laugh
A now silenced endeavor 
Like chutes and latter’s
I don’t know when to climb or slide
A dragon attacks like demons
A devil’s surprise
Giving out what I don’t want
Subconscious cries
For a tortured soul
A depth beyond evil eyes.


Details | I do not know? | |

Celestias Autumn Colours

In A Love's Sublime” 

***********************************************************

Risen from this tomb; once thought destined for its worms which turned 

In pools of tears never to subside; grasping these fist clutching 

Fatefuls dust in agonies blood spilling from their broken hearts

Ever staring into the shattered glass to live these lies while as

Waiting tomorrows graveyard; left weeping amid their grim sorrows 

Atop crimsons beds of pain wherein they bleed; bitter rain dripping 

Into the frozen earth a breath crying as it may cross this solemn winter 

Of their neverending curse so thus believed; these spinning stars 

That fell from the sky yet now, icicles melting from taboos branches 

Made bare in dreams thought never again to be awakened by a dawns

Unravelling; vaulted scrolls marking patchwork reasons buried 

Within the pyramids that etched their everlasting eyes.... 

***********************************************************

....“Celestias Autumn Colours *


Details | Lyric | |

Autumn

It is that of a sweet and inspiring look.
That of an autumn’s beauty that captures your heart.
All full of colors with lines and curves through out.
That you can’t help but to gaze the mountain scenes you see.
For it’s full of wonders delights as heavens nature shines colors.
And a season enlightens.

For the beauty you see falls the leaves of the tree.
But it’s Autumn time that is here as nature brings eyes to hold.
It’s like being all wrapped up in the finest silk.
As we get lost in the pleasantness’ of a morning dew.
It like two seasons in one as love spreads about.
As I can just feel the picture my eyes behold.
And the wonder of the heart and soul.

That of colors grown of a beauty from within.
That it would be nice to touch the curves of the mountain.
And feel that of God’s blessing of love.
As I would run my hands across autumn’s love.
And enjoy that of her love and beauty she portrays.
And fall deep into her valleys and curves at play.
And soar like an eagle as I would glide wild and free.
As it’s a nice temperature day and I’m playing in autumn’s leaves.

It’s there to which beads of water fall as I enjoy that of an autumn lay.
As it is there her delights I experience.
As nature has produced something of such beauty and grace.
I love seeing and feeling the love of two hearts.
As to have you here next to me during this season it is.
I would enjoy autumn much better.
Knowing the delights you hold.

Because rather spring is in, autumn brings in cold winds.
And its days like that I’ll like to be cuddled up by a fire with you.
Or instead of me playing in the leaves alone.
I could play with you instead.
And we both can say, we enjoyed autumn this day.
And the beauty and love of her hills and curves to form.

I like another day to run and feel her curves.
And make everyday an autumn day.
Just because I have autumn’s beauty to love.
As with you, you would be my autumn everyday.
As I have found nothing but delights of beauty to love.


Details | Free verse | |

The Dream

The Dream

On it’s  final journey – destination – a coma –
realization, a stagnant pool of reflections,
images on fun house mirrors –
surrealistic paintings
upon the walls of times passing,
it’s life diminishing, slowly, upon wings
of a sorrowful, soulful, agonizing flight
into the realms of death’s domain.

Dreams come to the midnight hour – hovering above.
Dreams fade - in quiet desperation – in twilight’s dust.
Rainbows mist, slowly blanketing, dark oceans deep.
Dreams of – depths of love, of joy, of a relationship,
all lost inside the vessel of heartache,
heartache’s pain washes over this sinking ship,
the ship of this fool and fools in love.

The dream shattered, fragmented – as is the love, lost
at the hand of indifference, of prejudiced perceptions,
of judgmental criticisms, of a belief of unworthiness 
that is displayed upon the screens of a mind hiding, 
avoiding – a lifetime of pain, disappointment, 
shattered dreams, unattainable expectations –
the monster – created, influenced, became the food
 for control, critical. judgmental indifference,
the façade of such pride, superiority, aggression.

The dreams, the love,–into Davie Jones’s locker deep-
there lay the skeletons of memories’ hope, life’s desire, 
- for no other entity, no essence, no energy source
of such beauty will come along to extricate, validate,
bestow vitality, resurrect, breath life back into
that which was dead and now drowning.

Oh, if it could only be shown, there is more than one,
shown that two can be as one in their separateness.
If only the deep, dark, shadows would give up, give in,
relinquish their control, release the anchor, 
the chains that bind, that weigh you down.

The lungs of this Love, are filled with dew drops.
Suffocating from an unloving, uncaring, uninterested.
indifferent body, ( water the mother of this life, influence long gone ) oxygen it’s name - it’s father -rusting it’s hinges, doors no longer open 
for this child loved, for the spirit, 
the soul of dream’s destine - to love – seem not
 to be able to bring life to this dead soul – adrift.

Shun the dreams essence and life drowns.
Shun love’s embrace – energy becomes less then static,
static becomes loves death - death by electrocution - 
a shock that stills the heart that loves.

Love is dying at the hands of “ I do not want ! ” 
Soon the day approaches when Love, will not want
what the hands of, reach out for – emptiness
will be all that fills the world of superficiality.
In the end, the aesthetic pictures, points of view
will be nothing more then dust in the winds 
howling through the empty spaces
- once beautiful Autumn Green  Eyes.
  
B. J. “A” 2
May 27th 2008


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Year The Grizzlies Ran Wild

I remember
It was the year
The grizzlies ran wild
And the snow fell
Before autumn 
Had a chance to fill the land

I remember
The cold nights 
Filled with a northern wind
That pulled all the leaves
From the summer trees
Sweeping all the colors away
Leaving the forests bare
Like a picture
Taken in black and white

I remember
It was the year I awoke
And when I called your name
It returned to me
Echoing throughout the house
Without a trace of warmth
Only to fall
Soundlessly
In the emptiness 
That you had left for me

I remember
That I wished
That I could not remember 
At all


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Maple and Cloud

Maple and Cloud

so gently the autumn wind rises then falls
as the mourning kiss of nature calls
so gently it blows on two loving hearts
while poor tired old maple is falling to parts
her leaves get so heavy so they tell her good-bye
when they are gone I see her reach for the sky
each year I see her grow so tall and so strong
but her leaves keep on coming and then they are gone
so how can dear maple still stand so proud
I found the answer when I talked to cloud
forever he moves across an endless blue sky
when he passes poor maple it makes him cry
so why does the cloud cry down on the tree
and the tree keep reaching for the cloud it can see
well maple can’t move and cloud cannot stop
she's stranded on bottom he's stuck on the top
it's really no mystery it's more like a curse
both longing for the life the other finds perverse


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A Scene

Beneath the autumn sky i lay
the horizon desloate in everway
no drop of life left in the wood of tree
no living animals do i see
the flowers withered and gone to hide
as winter come and life subsides
the sky is clear, a brisk blue cold
and here i lay with none to hold
frost lays a blanket upon the ground
the forest quiet with naught a sound
bundeled up with in my cloths 
i see a wolf cub move upon the snow
left to die without its pack 
its paws so small it leaves no tracks
stumbeling, like I, alone
this lonesome cub will share my home
beneath the trees of bark thats bare
snuggeled within our dark lair
the wolf cub will grow with i
both of us to learn to survive
it comes and rests its head upon my skin
with naught a thought of where its been
the only company it can find
it seems to know ill save its life
The only life to be seen in every way
and so beneath the setting autumn sky, we lay


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Where Whispers Go

Have you ever wondered where whispers go,
When our secrets no longer matter?
Or the kind that cause two lover's hearts
To even go, pitter patter?

Whispers become the breeze in the fall
That chase the Autumn leaves
Or that gasp of surprise, when you kneel to propose
With that diamond she finally receives

A whisper becomes that wind in your sails
As you're sailing the ocean's blue
Or maybe that sound you make with your mouth
When you're telling your cat to "Shoo"

It's that adrenaline you feel, the moment you fall
That gives your heart that rush
Or maybe that sound, when someone gets loud
And you ask them nicely to "Hush"

A whisper's the part we can't leave behind
And maybe, you consider it odd
But a whisper is what gave life to our souls
For a whisper's the Breath of God


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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...


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Dream Of A Caged Bird


I want to erase this present tense of disgrace
in my life and quietly sway like a night bloom, 
waiting for great Northern stars and the moon
to satiate my spark less eyes and to embrace

Me with their warmest winks. You see, I dream
of morn seagulls, scattered like Autumn leaves 
and wish to share them a breath that still lives
and my imaginative thoughts, sitting on cream 

Summer dawn with a bottle of pungent aroma
for a companion. Let me, please, be me! Erase, 
erase in my life the present tense of disgrace;
let my dream dreams, free from your enigma!


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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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Life Story

She's out in the rain, on the verge of despair.
The smoke is twirling in fresh autumn air,
Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each.
She's waiting for him - he is out of reach.
At last he shows up: "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late",
She sighs with relief. What a wonderful date!
He looks like a tramp, and she looks like a whore.
A flawless match. They accept and adore
The real each other with no pretending.
But if they could simply imagine the ending!

Some casual sex, brandy, vodka and weed - 
The days of the youth. They are perfect with it.
The twenties will bring unforgettable nights,
Mash notes and roses. She'll be mesmerized
Unless one damned ring is the end of the end -
Routine will ruin their castles of sand.

Today she is only the pride of his pride,
A bit of fluff. Sex? Well, they two never mind.
But they are the victims you can't really blame -
Tomorrow this story will have a new name. 
They'll have their freedom eroded by oaths
Of love, so pristine. I'm sick of them both!
It's time to grow up if it's not way too late -
The concept of love stands for fear and fate.
Love is alcohol multiplied by their tears,
The number of both will increase in some years.

Some casual sex, brandy, vodka and weed - 
The days of the youth. They are perfect with it.
The twenties will bring unforgettable nights,
Mash notes and roses. She'll be mesmerized
Unless one damned ring is the end of the end
Routine will ruin their castles of sand.

Ten years have passed, she is still in despair.
She lies in their bed, breathing close heavy air.
Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each.
She's waiting for him - he is out of reach.
He shows up drunk in his torn baggy clothes,
She leers at him. What a night for them both!
She looks like an ugly and worn-out whore.
They're no more able to love and adore
The real each other with no pretending.
But they had a way to escape from this ending.


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Hopeless Nomadic Part 1


Cracked beer bottles and detached baby rattles in slightly untidy, black plastic wrappers.
No garbage can nor box or bag is exempt from the burrower’s thorough ransack.
Rancid rubbish, rich with unwanted tidbits, 
And the bounty - immeasurable, infinite,
Relished like a relic, coddled like a child,
Winding and wild, like the Nile for miles.
 
The moon beams.
 
The clicks of the crickets and me 
Listen closely to the loneliness approaching.
 
The wheels on that ghostly grocery cart hit a high note
When they collide in the dark with a pothole.
Impurities between your feet and the street,
A concrete imposter, potential disaster.
A botched blacktop bandage, an imbalanced disadvantage,
Where what's together comes apart, and dignifies the damage.
 
He and his one cart army at first alarm me, 
but the creaking steel sings to me like remembering... my childhood chain-link tire swing.
It’s a memory worth more to me than a dozen dazzling diamond rings,
But I can see that this nomad, or so it seems,
Knows these kinds of secret things.
This man hears the singing too, I think.
 
He is King of No Man’s land, from the cracks in the cobblestone, to the coins in the sand, he's burned bridges on the mississippi and pissed into the rio grande


The secret keeper of stoplights and bar fights and side streets at twilight,
He never looks back but he's haunted by his hindsight
 

He’s not the type to invest his trust in much, or rely on luck; he defies deep rivers and digs through ruts. His greatest love is a homemade lunch.
His sights are narrow, eyes on the blue barrel with the three painted arrows,
Always coming back like a brave baby sparrow


Reluctant to relent and as unlikely to repent, 
Isolated existence created a livelihood exempt
his prayer is a cardboard sign and his church is a tent.
We imagine his message says less than he meant.
His misshapen heart bent by liquor store lament
The drink did its best and the dope took the rest


Already been twice over again re-mended; just a needle and thread weaves two times through his neck, the only reason he's not three times as dead.
His welded shut blood vessels hustle for fixes, like a fox he has tricks for his misguided mission,
The quickest flip is to switch his addiction, suspend its vicious, loaded affliction
He's given up on forgiveness and no kind of Christian  
I watch from my spot and get lost in this image




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dying autumn leaves

colorful shades of orange, yellow and red on dying autumn leaves
Russell Sivey


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Trees Survive and Thrive

Their fingers stretch to the autumn afternoon sun
No longer limber, but now turning brittle and bare
Browns and red hues are the new colors, once green
While the approaching breezes move the fingers in the sun

The trees, still strong in their roots, now wither, but not die
They change with the weather, as people too, grow each year
Though with an appearance of death, they thrive internally
Growing silently within the timber and pith of their being

Each welcomed spring allows each tree to show its new clothes
Again, like people, they parade them proudly for all eyes to see
New shades of green will adorn them as a cloak against morning chill
Letting us witness the growth, once only internal, to be evident after fall


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Paitent, Wait the Harvest

As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming

We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic, 

This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval. 

Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,

These distant fields furrow with guided fracture 

Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade

Virtues the gauge in which patience decides,

Miniscule the remnants with featureless serenity. 

(Demeter)

When serenity further ventures availing hope?

Reminiscing confines a good past as undone!   

Full quota the hearsay rumours have it false, 

Alas, it is not! Had I reined her close, it might. 

What patience has to honour, bereavement has none 

Add Persephone’s quandary to the spectroscope,

Your purpose replies with a synopsis of course

Where underworlds design a stark reality to some. 

(Views the harvest)

A penchant of well being in spite of mixed moods  

Decides the mood, which in turn designs the season

Therefore, devise draining soils to your advantage-

Bale the thrusts of bittersweet as my tears became

Blocked in by sentinels’ the adornment of brilliance

Contrast with vivid twilight a beguiled revelation, 

As wheat-sheafs’ bide an arc from golden chariots 

Through displays, the haze of genial zephyrs brisk-

Mysteries surmise a whereabouts to quantum leaps

Exhibit confinement of spring to an autumn equinox,

And as therapeutics go, bereavement takes the risk.

~ ~

AD

(Mortals) Who are building nations.
 
Treasure the divinity of Demeter to all nations-

Answering to each nobility, her problem solving 

Storing strength, our harvest elations;

Peace in our time, whilst mood swings evolving

Bond the religious bridge for neighbourly suffice

So we ourselves can understand those lands,

Whose barren terra firma distinguish the entice

Those future developments where trust expands,

More as an understanding, than self-sacrifice.


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Autumn

I love you, autumn
Welcome to my tropic paradise
The rivers swollen bosom
Bids you drink, and these blue skies
Solacing my mind,
Ask you now to dream, the earth
Beckons you its grassy pillow

For in our dream we never die
And love and life return
Like the eagle in the sky
To mock the sun that cannot burn
And over troubled mountains fly
Holding the gleam of delight
In the glassy eye
By being fed at nature's plight

Many names Demeter
Starve us not again
For want of growing grain or rain
But brim us with your wheat
Let the does come in
And let their milk be white upon our teeth.
For Persephone has come back
Her pomegranate harvest
Making glad the laden bee
Hermes has closed Hades cavern
Bringing us healing and joy
O let children go reap the flowers
The hearth is full of laughing
And deities their bargain keep
Love will sow and labor reaps
Joy will sing
And autumn brings
The bubbling time of thanksgiving


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without the pages

Time you know I’m on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

Momentum can shift
In a days lip of a lift 
Along with the wind 
And the waters drift
I can move you forward
In the touch of a sip 

Child you know time is on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

If autumn calls
Then this winter’s for all
And as winners we’ll fall
Nothing makes everything
Mean so much more to you
And everything that’s logical
Means so little
In your moments of truth

Time you know I’m on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

Merlot wine in the touch of a time
We weren’t exactly fond of 
Truth was underlined
As the ability to move along
Mistakes were meant to sooth your wrong
A time I was yet too smooth to yawn
Tired and ale in a daze so pale
A heart attack followed by a stroke on the lawn
On and on we continue to moan
And now you know it won’t be long

“history”


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Nature Oh Nature

It came to be by design of the Supreme 
All Creations of the Non-Created Being 
None of its own desire but by the Command 
Their makes they expressly do Exhibit 
As meant to be Mother Nature becomes. 

The Climate and Weather in their take 
The Sun, Moon and Stars in their strides 
Dry Season and Wet Season do proclaim 
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn do herald 
As meant to appear Mother Nature Shows.

The Fowls of the Air glow in their plumes 
The Beasts of the Land parades in hides 
The Creatures of the Deep in scales and shells 
The Beings of the Earth portray personalities 
As meant to Sound Mother Nature speaks.

In Beauty, Elegance and Poise, 
The Nature of Mother Nature 
So Graceful and Glamorous 
Radiates the Essence of Creation 
By the Supreme Being of Nature.   


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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.


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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.)


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Autumn Ensemble

Festive centerpiece Orange is its pure essence With candles burning Flowers of season abound An autumn full ensemble
Russell Sivey


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triangle rooftops

I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the 
spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper. 
I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they 
screamed, 
‘you can have this, you can have all of this’. 

My youth was enveloped in faith and ambition. Faith dictated my every move. Faith in the 
table that would hold my drink. Faith in the bath that would get me clean. Faith in my heart 
that would guide me. Faith in myself to get to the lights. 
Myself? 
Myself is conquered in question marks and lists.

Now loneliness dictates my every move. It shoves me into dark places and binds me to 
things that my mind cannot commit. 
I am swarmed by darkness and acres and acres of hope that cannot be tended to or sown. 
Every ounce of me has abandoned myself and I cannot retrieve it.

I reminisce over pages and pages of me and there is no middle ground. 
I was young and I was free. 
I was nineteen and I was lost.
I am nineteen and completely tattered. 

I look back on these pages and I see images of flowers with three petals and houses with 
four windows and triangle rooftops.
I see people with bright pink skin and everything in 2-D. 

Then I look back on these pages and see hearts with your name scrawled across them. I see 
paragraphs and books dedicated to you.
I see everything that you ever said to me. 
I see all of my faith scribbled in you.

Now when I look out of my window,
the lights glare at me, they scream, ‘YOU LOST HIM, YOU LOST YOU!’ 
And when the spring comes and I breathe deeper, every cell in my body becomes decimated 
by your scent, every organ rots remembering you. 
In the autumn when the trees are free and naked and cold, 
my bones shake without you to cover them.


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The Year The Grizzlies Ran Wild

I remember
It was the year
The grizzlies ran wild
And the snow fell
Before autumn 
Had a chance to fill the land

I remember
The cold nights 
Filled with a northern wind
That pulled all the leaves
From the summer trees
Sweeping all the colors away
Leaving the forests bare
Like a picture
Taken in black and white

I remember
It was the year I awoke
And when I called your name
It returned to me
Echoing throughout the house
Without a trace of warmth
Only to fall
Soundlessly
In the emptiness 
That you had left for me

I remember
That I wished
That I could not remember 
At all


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Voices In My Head

You've always been there for me
Never turning your back
Except that one particular time
Where now trust is what we lack

I have forgiven you for your infidelity 
But I’m sorry that I can never forget
The day my heart stopped dead in its tracks
Painful tears soaking my pillow wet

Yet you’ve hurt me worse than anything
I still love you passionately to this day
For you know me better than I know myself
I just wish my broken heart could heal the betray

So many tears and pain you have caused me
Still it doesn't halt my adoration for you my dear
I just needed some time alone to think clearly
But your voice inside my head is all I hear

© Autumn Mae Franklin


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Pieces of Me

A part of me was lost today.
Misplaced.
Burned by the embers from the fire
I grieve with angst anew
from the bowels deep within.

My world stopped spinning today.
Abruptly.
Skidding to a halt, leaving tire-tracks in my soul
I am submerged in the misery
that resides as an unwelcomed guest.

There is no sun today.
Concealed.
Blocked away, and incomplete
I am forever chained to the burden of this truth
Deep within, I’m mourning.

A part of me died today.
Forever.
Stirring quietly in the autumn wind
Ashes of hope spread over the sea
as pieces of me are buried.



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Resonance

Coldly chiming beyond the veil of rain, how hard
It is the shut out the refrain,
Of bells in echoed discord on the mossy wall, from the
Chapel in the graveyard in the fall.

How the village seems to welcome autumn chill, and home
Creeps the darkness from the hill,
As it rolls with fluid stealth into the trees, and whispers
Rattle branches in the breeze.

The resonance of ages sweeps the grass, with breath and kiss
Of times that come and pass,
Where spiders spin their webs that turn to frost, I fear
The transmigration of the lost.

How long will it continue in this vein, the appetites
Of love that must abstain?
And how much will the hungry heart endure, the tainted
Fade of echoes sad allure?


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I Whispered

I whispered I love you among the stars
They smiled when they heard your name
The moon didn't shine as bright that night
For she was envious of your fame

I whispered I need you in the cool autumn breeze
For it might carry my need to your heart
I prayed for the wind to bring us together
So we won't feel we're so far apart

I whispered I miss you to the birds taking flight
For one was a snow white dove
He cried when I told him how lonely I was
So I sent him to bring you my love

I whispered your name so the angels could hear
They smiled as a tear found their cheek
They told me our love was one of a kind
On earth, it was truly unique

I whispered goodbye as they lowered you down
It was the last time that I saw your face
But I'll whisper hello when we meet again
In another time and place


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I AM GREAT

I write this bouncy little tune
With a flouncy ickle fume

My poems are the best
In the world

I rock the planet more than
Mountains and hills

Indeed, I am orf me rock
Except for sulphur dioxide

Volcanoes erupted in Washington
So did a drug culture

I nearly forgot what an excellent poem
Writer that I am

Insane, yes
Real, no

The bells won't stop ringing 
In the church

Flow chart, box chart 
Insane brain chart

Money, by golly
I'm rich

Lottery money, the dough just rises and rises
Carbon Dioxide

Lovely summer, autumn and winter
Ahhhhh memories of home

Enjoy


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The Color Of Autumn

The air is cold ;so is my heart
the world starts to die just as I.
 In somberness I see the beauty of it all.
the reds,oranges,browns and golds give us hope
that the coming winter will help the earth regenerate,
As an artist paints the wonder of the coming fall, as his
eyes do see the wilderness change, so to do I.
 My death is my fall, my rebirth will be my winter.
I hold such splendor tight to my love and close to my heart.
For in truth lives life and in death lives the light.
My autumn shall become what my eyes behold.
an interwoven pattern of the world, a world unknown.
these beatious mountains of res,oranges,browns, and golds.
 Now what do your eyes see in this empty land surrounded by sea.


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And the Rose Faded

Once upon a time
In many peoples lives
Males met a female
And they turned into wives

The garden was so fertile
Many seeds were sown
So many lawns were laid
Our spirits having grown

Undulations rise
As relationships recede
Do we finally reach
That point of exceed

This garden can no longer
Grow green, prosper and true
It's like the Autumn season
It can die in front of you

Ones soul can be so broken
Just like it has been raided
When your levy breaks
You know your rose has faded


 

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php


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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!


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I Never Saw A Tree

 I never saw a tree
To shed a tear of despair
Nor one to whisper into the night 
Never once to speak unto a crowd
Of the many deceptions of government.
~
   I never saw a tree
To put the wisdom of hatred in the air
To turn a man against a man
Nor remove a punished man's dream
A fallen child of society.
~
   I never saw a tree
To question the right within the wrong
As Man expands the grasp
To flatten the brethren woods
The intoxicating death through greed.
~
   And once, I saw a tree
Standing in the flames
Watching as our nation burned
Slowly from within
The deception within the lies.
~
   I never saw a tree
To wipe a nation clean
Sending humans to the grave
Extinguishing a source of life
A tree would need to breathe.
~
   I never saw a tree
Whispering unto a child
Lies
To fill a mind with forced illusion
Governmental hypocrisy.
~
   I never saw a tree
To charge me for the view
Nor to spread the false laced truths
To keep a people weak
Nor exalt itself unto another tree.
~
   And once, I saw a tree
Swayed by Autumn breeze
It shared with me the importance of life
The reason to torch the lie
As death became the leaves,
  As death became the leaves.
~
By: Darren J McMurray
       October 28, 2009


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Renewal Of Life

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                                                 Autumn leaf death grip
                                           Dewdrop sparkle diamond light
                                                     Life renewal all


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The Drugs

Last week of my summer break
Hanging with my friends like always
Thats when I stumbled acrossed you
And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak

Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie
My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes
For they looked as though the sun was shining 
directly into them

He looked at me with more compassion
Then I had ever felt
Talking all summer just me and him
About everything and about nothing

What changed that autumn??
Was it your new friends
Because I saw what you did to your old ones
What made you into this kind of monster???

Although I never told you how I felt
I would still stay up at night and cry about it
Then the final day came when I found out the truth
How drugs were destroying the man I loved

From autumn to winter and from winter to spring
I couldn't believe how different you looked
Your eyes no longer shined like the sun
Your muscles weaker than ever before

I knew you were dying, I told you to stop
But you told me you didn't care
I wanted to leave you 
But I knew you needed me now more than ever

Summer comes around, schools are getting out
And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth
Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone
I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame


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The Tree

Standing  tall and slender
With so much beauty to behold
Gliding upward to full capacity
With an air that seems so bold
In the Spring it blooms so lovely and green
Summer brings an added touch
But when autumn unfolds its face, there is a change
Its color changes and for some there is a bareness that makes them seem 
destitute
But continuous growth is still its must.

As changes come as for sure they will
We take example from the tree
Just stand tall and still
Sway neither to the right or to the left
Just grip hold to confidence
And conquer each change of the season
To return to a gracious, most beautiful self.


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Hark, The Misfortunate Heart

Time unfolds
Futures untold
The sweet November wind
Of many untamed passions
Will you not share this sweetness with me?
Swiftly, so gallantly 
Lullaby dreams

The walk down the memory
The nearness of your melody
This cryptic sullen meaning
Of vitality is painless

Will you not play another song for me?
Willingly, so desperately
Relentless pain, never leaves
Unchained melancholy
Speak your words so freely
Time, oh wishful star in my dim dark sky

Deep autumn shadows
Please share your strength with me
A heart full of tears 
Pierce my soul with yours alone
A wistful, sorrowful good night


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Rains Fall

Rains fall down on me
Torrential thoughts flood my mind
Forever and all time
Rains fall.

Words flow out from me
Exalted rivers from my mind
Forever and all time
Words flow.

Sun shines upon me
Warming my body and mind
Forever and all time
Sun shines.

Moon rises behind me
Casting shadows on the doubts in my mind
Forever and all time
Moon rises.

Love comes slowly to me
Passion joins my heart and mind
Forever and all time
Love comes.

Children laugh and play
Spring brings a rebirth of my mind
Forever and all time
Children laugh and play.

Winds blow all around me
Bringing Summer changes into my life
Forever and all time
Winds blow.

Leaves change with my moods
Colors of Autumn fill my mind
Forever and all time
Leaves change.

Snow flies about me
Beautiful winter fills my mind
Forever and all time
Snow flies.

Death arrives to take me
Takes my body and mind
Forever and all time
Death arrives.



(January 26, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


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Pollen AmberLamp

Emblazoned in Turkish cordial, 

Your father's facade looks illusory and hoary, 

Further cooling, 

Rigidity,

And all round freezing,

Will abscond the perpetually young look,

Pleat in the minutes, 

 

Decisive the weather of autumn or May, 

So much so that hoarfrost accumulates, 

In your mouth when you, 

Complete your breath, 

Forming a word that couldn't denote, 

Much to a loving one, 

 

You lug your fathers crest in secondary name,

If you're a man this is spliced down the lineage, 

Or in egg sack,

Say you're a woman, 

And picking out your mate, 

Running her fingers down the spine of your length,  

Arid in this winter of heats, 

And a tribute to your running theme, 

Your ache for truth in the liquid, 

Seeping down your thighs, 

 

And the lack thereof a sequence of words, 

The binding words,

That can halt the ring finger, 

In more ways than one, 

A dark glass is not filled 

Or empty as the contents, 

Do not regale a sense of whim, 

Or desire to the be speckled ache, 

Of the user, 

The end of user license agreement, 

Is in full swing, 

Once stopped your shallow.


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Fairy Nature

THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES.

I'm fairy nature,
come to collect fall's leaf wares
to help make a coat.


A coat of sunsets,
a last breath of summer's glow
to wrap up autumn.


I disguise myself
living amongst the woodlands,
squirrels, bugs, birds, bees.


Slowly with magic
I single handedly turn
the seasons over;

sweeping winds and driving rains,
giving nature rest till spring.


I nourish the land.
Autumn's blanket becomes crisp,
stark, white, purity,

I contrast, redecorate 
new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones.




AUTHOR NOTES

All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell.
'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does 
winter's 'blanket'
sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'-
evokes quieter times...
smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or 
snowy air...
taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air.
sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns 
of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and 
browns...


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Acceptance

I reach the autumn of existence
Acknowledging an absence 
Of rehearsal for life,
Accepting that which is unseen;
I welcome God in my life by need
As I sit in a pew for worship
Thumbing the well worn missal
Trying to reason the idea of faith.

Bookmark my life:
Chapters inspired 
By love and strife,
Pages of bliss and yearnings.


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Leaves of Autumn

The amber sun peaks through the fog over the field.
Autumn breezes and whispers of wind will bring 
the fall of autumn leaves until,
there is a rainbow on the ground.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown.

Listen to the crunch of leaves beneath your feet,
and the little birds chirping sweetly in the tree.
The little boy plays with a mosquito hawk,
a string tied to it's tail.
A glimpse of a little girl collecting acorns in a pail.

Silently falling to the ground,
these leaves falling all around.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown.

The old man tips his straw hat and wipes the sweat from hid head.
He continues his journey through the bed,
of autumn leaves on the ground.
Orange, yellow, red, and  brown.
Silently sleeping all around.


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Pruned the Root


In the silence of my mind...

stands the tree of reason...

Baring fruit, food for thought...

Pruned the root of understanding...

Tireless autumn leaves fall free...

Like flares of seasoned knowledge...

In the silence of my mind...

stands the tree of reason...

In pruned root...

...the seed I find...

In the silence of my mind...

...stands the tree of reason...


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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.


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WE

WE

You walked with me always.
Not raising the slightest thud of step.
I looked around, looking for you in vain,
You’re smart , hid yourself so clever.
You read aloud form my hush,
To the mob uncaring and revelling,
To the whirlwind, to the falling autumn leaves
To the winter, to the nursing cover of snow,
To the warmth of the summer sunshine ,
And to me as well.
I asked you, hoping to solve the doubt.
You kept mum and away.
I shivered with passion to kiss and hug you,
With malice unique you disguised always.
Still we in course of time derived a strong
Bond in between,
A bond of dependence, of unity.
You at times are like me as I as you
I spoke to my wife, of you rather spooked,
“slightly insane” was her answer.
I looked at my daughters in anguish
They were too busy with homework.
wavering, I told my friend beloved,
“Have a bath to cool off and a drink then”
He was googling to discover wonders.
Went to my mom and siblings,
“Stop smoking, drinking and be fearful”.

Wrote to my publisher to seek relief
“Stop reading and write more to the mass.”
I know you smiling at my agony,
Still a company to me in my shadow.
We are bonded, why need soothing elsewhere?
What to call our relationship?
I struggle hard to find a word to tell it.
A word that has not lost its identity.
A word that still holds its meaning .


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Rough Sex

This master of dance forms
Led not by tender grasp of hand.
A clutch of hair pulled back, offering ivory throat
Began the waltz.

Arms around your neck...embracing? No!
Hanging on
For fear, of 
                            falling
          falling leaves equinox trees
          Through his window show
          ballet of gold
          and red and brown
          Color never so real and loud
          til pleasant pain shocked her
          Yin/Yang cold fusion

Persephone went down
Submitting to autumn smoky death
Sailing back to life on spring rivers
Fluid alchemy borne of violent thrust

Overlord Prince Master
Holding, taking
Harder, faster
Teeth to breast
Nails to flesh
Curve to line
So becomes the Androgyne


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Wisdom

Wisdom smells 
Like the autumn wind.
When I see Wisdom I 
Hear chimes blowing
in the wind
Wisdom is very tall
And she has long dark hair
Wisdom has baby soft skin
She often wears royal blue
Wisdom is like the rainbow
After a thunderstorm
Wisdom is often
A mighty fortress
Wisdom is a teacher,
Counselor and friend
She is the mother 
Of understanding
And the cousin
To knowledge
She enjoys walking
The beach at sunrise
And reading a 
Great book


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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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vanish

yes we all must vanish
so true you see

As a puff of smoke
in a gentle breeze

As a rising warmth
on a winter freeze

Our moments  numbered
- leaves on trees

Til the autumn dawns
and tugs them free

yes we all must vanish
so true you see

yes we all must vanish
both you and me


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If Only

In the autumn of my life I peer back through the misty past,
Recalling the many "if onlys" that at my feet were cast.
"If only" I had done this or had not done that, I reminisce,
Some things might have gone smoother, others perhaps amiss.

"If only" I'd been an earnest pupil, would I have been further ahead?
Alas, I chose to daydream and just eke by instead!
"If only" I had opted for a career other than that I chose,
Would my life have been more meaningful to others - who knows!

"If only" I had been more considerate of others along life's way.
"If only" I had shown more love and compassion each passing day.
I was blessed with wonderful parents ordained by God above.
"If only" I had expressed to them more often my endearing love.

"If only" I'd bought that vacant land where a shopping mall now stands,
My spouse and I could have retired to one of those tropical strands!
"If only" I had invested in that "hot" stock many years ago,
I could fish and play golf every day and watch it steadily grow!

"If only", two little words spoken, alas, often to late!
"If only! If only!" I muse, what would have been my fate?
Had I taken different paths along life's precarious bourne,
Would the vicissitudes of life been less onerous for me to have borne?

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)


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My Heart Does Sing

Colorful kites and blue skies in summer
Humming birds perched on my back gate a’ singing
Roses and tulips that bloom in the spring
These are all some things that make my heart sing

Music and movies and poetry delight me
Dancing, romancing and sharing Jack Daniels
Lighting a fire on those cool autumn nights
These are all some things that make my life bright

Babies and children, and Golden Retrievers
Baking and sharing at my casual dinners
Watching the sun set down at the shore
These are all some things that make my heart soar  

When I feel bad
When I’m happy
When I’m feeling loved
I reach out to one of my favorite things
I’m dancing and singing and bringing some joy
And my heart does sing


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Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


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DownFall

taken from me
abandoned in the outer reaches of my mind
crashing slowly against the breach
giving, taking, mingling in balance
my mental ballast has erupted
and my soul has eroded
my guilt peeks in on me
to remind me I am still in debt
in the Autumn season of my mentality
I am vandalized and sterilized
left broken and alone
no color
no essence
no future
in the twilight of my descent
I am yet a minor in time 
and can not consent to my downfall


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Nature

The beauty of the early dawn,
Make all feel active as sportive fawns;
The dew drops shine in the lawn-
But as the Sun grows its beauty is gone.

The heat of Summer, the chill of Winter-
The rains mekes the river flow faster;
During Autumn the sky is clear;
But the spring's beauty is even nicer.

The freshness of rose,the majesty of mountains-
The shallowness of lakes and the depth of oceans-
And the mute beauty of insane flowery lanes,
Enthall even the greatest men.

The breeze of the quite trees;
Fills us with comfort sweeping our minds free;
The movements of the clouds show us kingly gaits,
Making us realise we are not what makes our fates.

The scene of a snow covered peak,
And the strength of the woods of teak,
The white colour of snow flakes ,
Prettier the world thus it makes.

Oh! Nature's beauty, Nature's power,
To it humans are meek creatures;
Continuously does its blessing's shower;
Let's vow to make it nice , lovely and gayer. 



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Fall from glory

Cheers to our team. 
They march towards the trophy. 
Our hamlet swelling with pride 
encouraging, supporting, and rooting 
for these young men. 

As they battle with such might 
on a frost covered field. 
Not for victory alone- 
But rare honor, glory, pride, and love 
for their little home town. 

The wins continue to pile up 
like leaves from a fresh raked lawn. 
The autumn nights becoming cooler, the days shorter. 
Yet as leaves, so do tears fall. 
For all seasons must come to an end. 

Thank God another will follow 
Ready for next season 


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Dry Masterpiece

Here it is:
you can sing it like
a chorus, if you wish.

Even paintings dream of dripping
blues, greens, and yellows. 
They dream of their creator,
a talented but crazy fellow.

Every poem can be sung.
Every thought can be wrung,
twisted and sculpted,
ideas are meant to
be reused
(often, even abused.) 
 
To the night’s shadows
and dreams’ desires,
I go like thunder
across the dark.
You’re a dry masterpiece
who can’t afford the
rain.
Or the sight
of darkness, nor pain. 
Talk about unattainable
miseries,
Weep over love which
wilts,
The season of autumn dies
to winter,
Cold and wet,
I lean in an interesting tilt
to warm your eyes.


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Love of Autumn Days

In soft autumn days
I play in the leaves
Spraying them high
Allowing them to filter
Through my stretched fingers
Yellow, orange, and red
Beauty within spread
Happiness in the cool air
Affording great wisps
Blowing in the breeze
Living a long life
Desiring days like these
Where peace and tranquility
Flow from beginning to end
Holding these memories
Deep in our minds
To frequently recall
The love of autumn days

Russell Sivey


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Tomorrow's For Sale

A tipped bottle on the windowsill 
next to the wine cascade,
overlooked by the half --
(empty) – moon.
The cat that painted autumn 
upon the trees, forgot me, instead, 
green turned straight 
into naked bark.

Yet, pleading for prestige is
ironic like a speech made
by a cartoon character.
It must be humoured 
like a neon kiss 
from a stranger,
and then discarded 
with the sketchy magazine.

Hushed away,
with the spilt fruit juices, 
mopped up by my
dirty smile
(hidden up my sleeve.)
Usually, I leave
the muddle for the morn’.
But, tomorrow is for sale.


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Last Will & Testament

To Mr. Otto Osips Ochs
My friend, the dream is exhausted
But as long as you chase it, I will follow
Mr. Dylan Thomas 
Perhaps destiny it’s self will spare us
To yours, mine, our struggle 
Their smiles
Here’s to serenity 
Accept this peace
To those who do not understand 
Perhaps you never will
To Forsythe 
Orange monkeys, brown bricks
To Fallen days 
Summer musk smirks
So we wish upon autumn stories
And still recall a sudden May
The Garden district 
Birds feed, individuals chirp
The sudden closure that lurks
To holidays 
Like people they come, they go
To Knowledge
What is good language?
Ignorance, my southern king
My Etruscan dancer 
Kiss the mistletoe of your beloved tragedy
Emerson
I beg of you 
Keep your self reliance
So I ask you, what do you do?
When life points all its fingers at you?
To End, despair, and happiness
Why not just coexist within struggles
To the most adorable infants
I insist that you cry
Because in the future 
When things go not your way
Your peers and I 
Will simply tell you to stop whining
To harmony 
I’d rather have your faults than marry
My well wishers
It’s been fun
Children 
I insist that you play
Enjoy the withered ways of the hours that fade
When life begins to settle around you
You begin to only focus on 
What you have to do
To the harlots I lay with in
You can do better than me
To those whom stood foot in sand
Wrap your self in a warm memory and let it be
To fatal attraction 
What ever happened to you?
Caesar
Until the end, my friend
Brutus
My lord this is as far as we go
To my viewers 
I leave you my despair
My expired whereabouts
My truth in well being
Deceit 
I leave you my absence on days I do not miss
My love
My only beleaguered wish
To life
The darkness I continue to kiss
To my conscience
I cannot get over you
To the world 
The end, all is yours
To our sun
The moon, the blemishing
To Phoebe 
Be eternal, mark, and benefit from it
To relinquishing 
I keep trotting
To this decision in essence
Where will I go? 
For now, I do not know
But maybe that’s the significance in the matter
To Colorado 
I look forward to our rendezvous and tryst
To departure
A lavender scent
To laughter
A soothing melody to present
To my tears 
You are nothing more than failing worries
To Eternity 
Time seems wounded, love please hurry
To Monroe Louisiana 
Maybe I’ll see you all around sometime
As for my will 
I leave none, it carries on within me



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It all happens for a reason

Everything that you are happens for a reason.
With each passing thought is a change of season.
 In spring it feels like anything can grow.
The reason becomes just part of the show.

All that I am is a collection of what was.
The only explanation seems to be just because.
Because someone simply took the time to care,
These become all the memories in which we share.

I look out my window to the world outside,
I wasn’t sure so I went along for the ride.
When things got rough and it all feel apart,
I was left standing with this broken heart.

I don’t feel sorry as I view what I learned.
I see all before me as the tables are turned.
With ample sorrow the bridges shall burn.
I see all along what it was that I yearned.

I try to find peace but it is locked in resolve.
It’s like having a puzzle that needs to be solved.
I do realize I have much to be thankful for.
Yet I’m apprehensive of what’s behind the next door.

Everything that happens indeed has its season.
Although the price paid feels much like treason.
I remember the summer when the sun hardly sets.
But with winter approaching all I see is regrets.

I dream of springtime when life begins anew.
I leave behind all the things I’ve been though.
I find some comfort in everything  grows.
 I try to sort out the highs from the lows

But then I realize autumn is the season
The leaves shall fall no matter the reason.
Then all that’s left is to see who we are.
It’s all up to you where you set the bar.


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A Mothers Prayer

I hope my child will never know
The crazy life I left behind.
He’ll never know the insanity that torments my mind.
He’ll never know the sleepless nights, the times I walked away.
That he only knows a normal life, it’s this for him I pray.
He’ll never know the chaos, the sorrow, times of pain.
He’ll only know the ocean breeze, stomping puddles, summer rain.
This normal life I see for him, it’s a gift from up above.
May the good lord give him stability, his wonderful gift of love.
From the day he came to this crazy world I started to build a life;
One that is minus heartache, days without strife.
I work each day to keep his world filled with days of joy.
I am thankful for the day I met you, my beautiful baby boy.
My prayer for you this autumn day, is that you will always know
That I will always love you, and hope that you continue to grow.
I pray the lord will keep you safe and forever in my arms.
May he bless you and keep you away from any harm.
This is my prayer for you my son, a prayer for happiness, 
A prayer for you this autumn day, to always be blessed.


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Seasons of my Life

No time to rearrange
As the seasons start to change
Our die has not been cast
We can alter where we go
We can change a river's flow
But we cannot change our past
In the spring the world was bright
As I journeyed into night
It was a time for learning
And from what I can recall
I thought I knew it all
In my soul a constant burning
As spring turned into summer
The sound of a different drummer
Made me believe that all was lost
I was running like a deer
Knew neither common sense nor fear
Never contemplated cost
The autumn of my years
Began with bitter tears
And a time for much reflection
It was then that I could see
The world was not all about me
And I began to change direction
I feel my heart palpitating
And I live anticipating
New challenges to face
True wealth comes from sharing
True happiness from caring
It makes the world a better place,


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SMOKESTACKKS OF AUSCHWITZ

     THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless breezes they drift everywhere
and they are spread about before they fall.

Each life that was is slow in pure descent
and longing for the earth that pounds below
the mother of all life, where time is spent,
until time's all run out--it's time to go.

Down in the valley echoes from a train
awhistling here come the dead again.
 ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown PoeT
This Friday, 20 April, is observed as Holocaust Rememberence Day.


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Fields Of Prayer.

Her tears the rains that drowse upon the earth, to littered streets,
Soft her breath the breeze, to blow the cobwebs at her feet,
Seeds she does in hearts of men, a flower to so compare,
To concrete heights in cities found, no colours do they share,

That all the world an Eden she tasks in every day,
To butterfly our hopes and dreams in each and every way,
Yet man so cold and ignorant, her beauty blind to see,
That all the world in angels eyes, could spin so perfectly?

But paint she does in seasons then, the colours of this earth,
The autumn leaves her ochre; the winter snows her mirth,
Her summer sun to light the world in golden fields of prayer,
The spring a faithful promise that her heart for all to share.


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Days Like This

Fall few and far between
The thousands of the common lot
That sink to nothing in the march of time.

     Days like this,
     All warmth of gold poured down
     From a roof all Blue Serenity
     Breezes soft and sweet
     As sighs' of innocent sleep
     Crowds of trees nodding in council together
     Around them the fields, an emerald sea -
     These days are gifts
     Of Gaia gone adorned in her naked beauty
     Her veils all pulled aside
     For those who know just how to look
     To see her as she really is:

Seductress Mother, Comforter, Slayer,
Harvester of Souls.

She draws her newborns to the light,
Then closes their eyes and rocks them to another sleep
Full of unknowable dreams,
Waking them again in different shapes.

She dances then to her selfmade tunes,
Of snowstorms in the heart of June
Or roses 'neath an autumn moon -
     Confirmation, Contradiction;
     Epithets and Benedictions.

On days like this a drum beats
Somewhere deep inside a quiet corner of the soul,
Calling from a distant time
When we spoke volumes to each other
Dancing 'round the sacred flames in holy silence
While the wolves howled through the icy dark

- If you listen you may feel it yet -

Stop awhile and watch the distant trees
Nodding in their ancient way,
Sighs winding close between them;
She has let the veils slip loose
Blinding in her nakedness
Breath trailing all around you warm
Like the blood you shared within the womb -
And there are drums
And there are songs
And salt of sea drifting through your veins
As you smile a wolf's smile without knowing it -
All these and more lie just below the surface

     Before She turns and draws
     Her cloak of stars about Her,
     Have one last look and just remember
     That nothing down here is truly trivial,
     Each day another page writ
     In the just-beginning Human Story.

Smile like a wolf and remember:
Terrible things, Wondrous things,
     Secret, Sacred, Magnificent things
Are always happening somewhere;
Happening Somewhere
     On days
                            just     like     this.


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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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Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!




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that sound alone

"shhhhh.....shissssssh"
"be quiet"...whispered
"Can you hear that?"
.
.
"What is that sound?"

Is it far...a faraway
train whistle lonesome
from song of mainline?

Is it the soft ting
of the tea kettle 
cooling on the stove, 
bending it's metal?

"What is that sound?"

It is the slow creak
of old wooden chairs
as mortise and tenon
slowly adjust, torqued 
to a shifting weight.

Could be a mantle
clock tiptoe ticking
away Sunday afternoon.
Why don't they make
digital clocks tick?

Is it that catlike scratch
of the Autumn branch
gently scraping the window?

"What is that sound?"

It is the hushed hum
of computer fan lulling
a digital brain.

The Venetian blinds
rhythmically tap half-open 
double-hung windows.

The vibrating whir
of some electric motor
compressing or orbiting
the periodic table.

Mountains of Quaking Aspen
leaves relaxing the winds.

When is alone welcome
and when is it forlorn?

The weight of near silence,
light as the dust that
floats the sunlit room,
or heavy as a cardiac
anvil under ancient
spreading Chestnut tree.

Did the bell toll at
the village church,
ringing all comers
to awake momentarily, or
was that just tinnitus?

Unable to open eyes,
sounds belie surroundings
and alone might be 
fallacy or welcome.

Deceptive senses afoot
in the stirrup, and hammer
tapping anvil might only
be a mindful dream.

© Goode Guy 2011-06-13


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A CHILDS' BLESSING

Faeries and butterflies 
On an Autumn day 
Sweet lilting song 
The Whispering Trees sigh 

A boy for Autumn 
Leaves of gold and red all around 
A sky, so blue 
A child born... 
A King found 

A blessing from Heartstone 
Across the sea, so blue 
Shadowfire too 

In the Great Hall 
A boy, so perfect 
So true 
A Faeries' blessing for all 

A Spring Queen... 
So serene 
Within her arms, 
she did bring 
An Autumn boy 
A King.. 

Offerings for the new boy... 
A flower from the Spring Queen 
A golden feather from the King of Air 
Water from the Stream of Sighs 
A leaf from the Whispering Trees 
Faerie Dust 
A book from the Kings' Library 

Faeries and butterflies 
On a crisp Autumn day 
The Heartstone glowed, 
for beauty showed 


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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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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... 


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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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Can We Be

Can we be

Can we be the rocks in the pool
At the start of the day when the sun is cool

Can we be the babbling stream
That bathes the land and reflects the sunbeam

Can we be the leaves in the trees
The autumn wind that brings the breeze

Can we be the waves on the shore
That cleans the beaches with a mighty roar

Can we be that beautiful view
The picture that reminds me of you

Can we be the voice of the bird
That sings so sweetly but utters not a word

Can we be the notes in a song 
That touches the heart and make us belong

Can we be at the end of the day 
When people rest and animals play

Can we be the twinkle in the star
That shines so brightly from afar
 
Can we be the sea and the sky
Can we be together you and I 


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Human

I seek what is lost;
To find what I cannot
See. 
My dreams touch
My skin.  
Leaving marks. 
Gold and dark. 
Days vanish.  
Nights consume
I am weary. 
I leave words. 
Spoken to strangers. 
Who drop them. 
To lay amongst refuse. 
Place me to rest. 
Amongst songs of 
Nature. 
Let me sing with her.


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Rush Hour In The City.

Midnight breezes cool and humid
Circles of hazy lamps glowing
In the nights hanging fog
Everywhere abound
The crowds rushing blindly
Suitcases and grocery sacks
Leather coats and limousines
Window displays go dark at closing
Headlights mirroring off asphalt
Carrying a somebody
To a somewhere home
In this noisy silence I sit watching
Avenues and alleyways 
Waiting for that voice calling out to me
Conceiving the faces of lovers
Furtive aspirations flow
The envisage of a laughing moment
Dark azure skies dotted
As the winds gently shiver
Swaying in lullaby
Magnolia branches
Cold and void of life
Echoing who I’ve become
No where else to go
But this cold autumn wind
With subdued semblance
Of…
Harsh bright lights
In the cool city nights.


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To Love Again

The fears and doubts that cloud my mind
So that day or night, peace I cannot find
Yet when I look into my heart I see
Love for you, true and pure and free.
 
For deep inside my soul I know
Love is freedom, a gift bestowed
Though my heart is scarred, beaten, sad
Your love broke through the walls I had.
 
I am stunned, in shock I stare
Up into the moist, autumn air
I was so guarded with walls so high
The pain of my life and so many lies.
 
The sorrow that filled my worn heart
The ocean of tears I've cried from the start
When I was a child it all began
For all my life seems a cursed plan.
 
For how does one human suffer so much?
No happiness or gentle touch
When joy eluded me my whole existence
You arrived with your persistence.
 
You were so young, so free of all the pain
It intrigued me so and pulled me in
I've never known a mind like yours
Where there's no fear, there are no sores.
 
I long to have a mind that's clear
And a young heart that knows no fear
How can I wipe my slate to new?
Is that what it takes to be with you?
 
The rain outside, it falls and falls
In my mind, my heart, your love calls
Calls to me and wants me to remember
Love is beautiful, joyful and tender.
 
My hopes leap so high and so bright
But the fool in me is filled with fright
I pray to God and my angels above
Please lift this curse so I can love.


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This Quiet Life

Sometimes
You can only scream
In your head
Before a vastness
Of butterflies
Unfold autumn wings
And soars swiftly
Toward winter.


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Autumn Yarn

Like a knitted farm blanket,
September's sun covers us.
 
Rolled up yarnballs are
haybales stacked and stored.
 
Click-clacking needles echo
horses' hooves, hurried hush.
 
Summer unravels like a glitch
in the pattern, only to become
a loop in the autumn purl.


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We shall go away

 
We shall go away from all our troubles.
We shall walk along very beautiful places.
We will not have hard problems or hurt. 
We shall go to find our happiness.
Nature will smile to us - how to welcome visitors.
We shall meet Autumn in her wood tower.
She will help us to take off a cargo of doubts , 
She will give us beads carved from rowan for our good luck.
Then we shall go to the white house of Winter,
There the mistress already has baked a pie.
We shall learn to her wisdom 
and shall ask her give us the future for a life.
The snow will turn and turn behind the window,
We shall run out on street with you, 
We shall make a Snow man and a little Snow house,
We shall say goodbye to Winter and shall continue our way.
We shall arrive to Cheerful Spring.
She will protect us from griefs and troubles,
She will give us to drink of spring water
And wreaths from snowdrops, narcissuses, violets.
Spring will open to us a door into summer and will order: " Forward! "
She will show a correct path, and we shall walk along it.
Suddenly we shall see our house of 12 floors in St.Petersburg.
We shall return to our apartment, and the cat, Peach, will meet us joyfully.
Fine flowers on our balcony will smile, having seen us.
Phone will ring - we shall hear a voice of our good friend.
And we shall understand the main thing: 
Our happiness is in our native home.


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a song for storms

We live
We look for strength 
To go on
Day in
Days with in a song
We give
Second to our ribs
Circle of my thoughts
Where’s home

Collectors coming for my sins
I’m just as filthy as most refuted men
Whom disputed over realms of broken limbs
Sounds of an acoustic rose
Singing with in my misery
No other agony could produce these lows
The stabilization of man kind
History is only statistical values on rewind
My logic to look further than a keepers find 
I hope you become the change you look to see
Giving it back for all that this 
State of being has taken from me
This broken image I have awaken to be

We live 
We search for strength
To go on
Days in
Days with in a song
We sing 
Circles of my thoughts
I want to go home

Don’t give up on life
Don’t let it get the best of your nights
Nine children, from no two women
But one 
Woman’s worth taken beneath a shaded sun
Sympathetic I cannot be
For I never really referred to her as “mom”
Your economy appears to crumbling
Why I tend to give you all 
The bitter half of the songs in me 
Look forward, toward tomorrows coming
For days know not where they come from
If it gets no better, allow us to breathe
Take upon the breeze with leaves
For autumn seems to strangle 
Suffering from our sleeves
A New York warmth 
Hidden beneath winter charms

We live 
We search for strength
To go on
Days in
Days with in a song
We sing 
Circles of my thoughts
I want to go home


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Natural Abuse

Flowers blooming in the spring
birds that show us how to sing,
leaves that rustle in the breeze
colours in the autumn trees,
the sun that warms us from above
the moon that brings us thoughts of love,
all this beauty can be found
anywhere, just look around,
produced by nature with style and grace
to be abused by the human race.


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The Wonder of Spring Downunder.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,

Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in 
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.

Time for the birds, bees and 
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.

A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows 
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.

Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
Spring...
it's a time to let go for new
beginnings.


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Autumn

it seems as if a new day has come 
the rising sun has filled my heart with hope
the cool autumn breeze has awakened the inner me
and now i can see the inner you and
how true love can really be
like the waves of the ocean or the sea
rising and falling 
crashing and calming
so gentle at times it feels like the essence of peace
but like a flash of lightening it can change 
and here comes the rain beating down on you
and beating down on your brain 
which is exploding from the pain
causing disdain 
while the smile that once lit up the world
slowly vanishes
like the setting of the sun
it is no more
then the dew forms on the new grass
and the birds sweet song in the breeze is
resounding in my ears
filling me with a sensation that i have never felt
and as the butterfly passes by 
it's fluttering wings
makes me wonder and in an instant
i am astounded by the radiance of the rising sun
the power and beauty warming me
warming my soul 
as the crisp orange, burnt red, brown, and green leaves
fall from the trees 
i can see that a new day has come


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cemetery walk

passing through stillness
where death has been laid
where the crows go to schmooze 
where the wind blows the grass &
tickles the Autumn leaves across
the plain---
every american should have to walk
through the cemetery as
every american should be left in the
middle of a foreign country
where they don’t speak the language
without a phone, a credit card, cash or
proper identification,
so that they must get on 
with only the compassion of other humans
to help them through &
a walk through the cemetery
makes it so obvious that
your favorite color doesn’t matter
your choice of occupation doesn’t matter
your sweater fabric doesn’t matter 
your fiancé’s choice in shower gel doesn’t
matter
your squabbles with the cable company
don’t matter &
it repeats &
repeats &
repeats into oblivion,
all these needless abstractions &
wastes of time in which we indulge
when all that really means anything is
the attempt at alleviating the misery &
suffering of others around us,
before we all end up quiet,
still, deteriorated, decomposed,
disintegrated &
disappeared 
away.


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Dance of Satan

Upon the Ground they lie

to be covered soon in white.

The leaves of spring have fallen

This crisp, cool autumn night.


Restless spirits circle

In anticipation and delight

To dance a dance of darkness

This Crisp, cool autumn night.


In a ritual of bloodshed

His worshippers unit

To dance a dance of Satan

This crisp, cool autumn night


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the first of april

the first of april 
looming over the horizon
one step away 
from the coming
summer, 
with a spring that 
will zoom through
quicker than you can say 
the word quick &
we’re standing 
on the sidelines 
in our t-shirts &
vitamin d-soaking skin
with all the 
sun worshipers awaiting
the coming of their 
fiery burst of amazement &
all the water worshipers
ready to wade for months &
submerge themselves in 
the cleansing moisturizing
of the earth’s embracing 
liquid force,
right before it all begins
to fall in on itself
again,
when autumn brings
the death of leaves &
the death of flies,
to satisfy
me. 


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colores primarios: rojo

a 1945 bottle of Romanée-Conti, a

telephone booth in london, a rouge

sunflower, a covered bridge in green

river, vt, a basket of juicy ripe tomatoes,

a branch of cherries bearing down as

ornaments, apples bearing all shades

thereof, autumn barberries, tori’s hair

after clairol torrid torch crimson &

clinique’s sebastian potion no. 9 has

been applied, color of the sky at

night if a sailor is delighted, color of

the girl’s hood who was warned of the

 BIG BAD WOLF’s sexual appetite, a

little wheelbarrow of the same pigment,

carrie’s body drenched in pig’s blood

at the prom, bricks, cardinals, ladybugs,

hester prynne’s letter A sewn, rome’s

god of war & the planet of that same

hue, the attractive choice of a 1000 logos,

m. fox’s matte red lips, bunnicula’s eyes,

chomsky’s necktie & the nose of many a

clown.


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lazy moisture

drastically daring &
dripping off the edge of a leaf
that has somehow made it to the end of autumn without changing
like the strongest individual you’ve ever known in your life---
someone with stage 4 cancer laughing in spite of it all,
with faith in absolutely nothing that they are told about possible positive
progress---
someone swimming against the current
up river &
with arms thrashing through the white water whipping whilst watchers wade
beside the lacking evidence of
pain---
this last final droplet of last night’s rain
about to dive out into the plain of oblivion
says goodbye to the storm that bore it &
hello to the ground way down below that it will soon
nurture &
help to create anew.


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Autumn of life

Episodes of yearly autumn
bring back to mind
some realities pertinent to life -
the changing of colors and
falling of withered leaves;
similar to aging,
a metaphor of dying.

  The wind blows these leaves
  trees seem to be in tears,
  with no birds singing nor chirping
  like a scene in a graveland.

Death in the surface
silence across the land
others hidden in their abodes,
like a refuge against this season.

  As the sun hides its face
  darkness caves in elsewhere
  where many seem to be set
  to get home and be able to take a rest.

Oh, the autumn of life!
starts to unfold the how it feels
the beginning of the accumulated youth, 
energy and dynamism, so to speak,
of the years gone by.


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A Simple Life

If only life were as simple as the rising sun and the setting moon
The cold of winter and the early spring bloom
If life were so simple, the growing of grass would be an event;
The rain from the sky, heaven sent
Imagine a life where we’re born to live
Where we live to love
And learn to accept the inevitability of death
The unavoidability of drawing that last breath
A simple life where fate and fantasy work hand and hand
No 9-5; No Rush; No demands
But life isn’t simple like the late night calling of a bird
Or writing letters to form a word
It’s a complex enigma of contradictions, fallacies, and convictions
A mixture of death by design and death for no reason
It’s a combination of cheating, stealing, dealing, lying, crying, dying
Trying anything to get by; anything to survive
Mind and body trapped in the mindset of our surroundings
Trapped in the fabricated lies and stereotypes of those who tell us who to be
How to act? How to live? What’s wrong? Who’s right?
There are endless philosophers, professors, and professionals who try to offer 
insight
But who tells them if their right?
Centuries show that no one really knows the secret truths about life
Not the pains and pressures
Not the garbage or treasures
But the simple complexities of our euphoric pleasures
The simple joy that only comes in small doses and measures
If only life were as simple as the cool autumn breeze
The delicate blossoms on the trees
If life were so simple would there be joy in nothing?
Or does the pain before the pleasure make complex simplicity everything?
If only life were simple 


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It is necessary to live!

 

It is necessary to live

because a wind whispers

something urgent to the trees,

and the autumn sky still

gives sunshine to light the day.

The wind knocks on a window

with rain or with casual rhyme.

It promises always the same,

«We shall find keys for our success!»

It is necessary to live,

because shining stars in the night sky 

are so lovely!

Yes, the cranes flew away,

but the titmice sing for us in the mornings.

And verses ripen as bunches of grapes

and give us curative force.

The weeks still are not too cold!

It is necessary to live

and to live happily!

 

 


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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 Unsurpassed Magic Of Autumn

It's not just the colorful display by mother nature,
With her painted trees, nor her whispy clouds,
Escorting in the premier chills of this sweet time to be alive,
Or the eye treat of our little dressed up trick-or-treaters,
Nor just the first hint of comfortable sleeping weather,

I somehow associate Autumn with a magic moon,
Hanging in the sky, it's light dispelling all gloom,
A sight that never failed to thrill me....
It's moonbeams passing though my windows,
Enriching my bedroom...and all that I see...

In Autumn, I'm always a child....
I time travel back...
And the joy is more than wild,
I remember how it meant,
Christmas was coming soon,
I'd take possession of the Speigel Catalogue,
And walk in circles in the dining room,
Dreaming of toys I wanted so bad...
Staring at their pictures, the longing so sad...

Then there was the outdoor fun,
Of jumping in leaf piles,
And Halloween traditions.
Scary stories,
Bobbing for apples,
Cupcake parties in school,
Anyone not excited, was some kind of fool...

Yes, Autumn has always been,
My favorite time of year,
A time we all face,
Our sub-conscious fear...

But fear is an activator
Of many fine things,
We grow closer to our families,
To protect us from harm...

And at it's root core,
Autumn has so much charm.













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What Autumn Brings

When the colors of gold and russet are here
Listen for my voice for I'll be near
When the warm days of summer are just a memory
I'll come to you and never again apart will we be
As the spring awakens all living things
The soft gentle state of slumber is what Autumn brings
A slumber that will take you back to days of long ago
To another time and place you long to go
Where we will walk in the moon's light
Counting the stars as they twinkle in the night
And when the colors have faded away
I'll still be here forever to stay
No more will I be just a memory
For I know now I belong forever with thee.


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what days become

I’m happy, I’m sad
I’ve been in the same mood so long
That I can’t tell
I’m happy, I’m sad
I think I’m going through hell
But I can’t tell

As the rest of the world thinks it’s in a recession
I reside with those 
who never had anything to begin with
Maybe a belated wish
A portion of noodles on a small dish
Scratch metal parts 
A lot of muscle and heart
It won’t carry you for the most of your days
But it will marry you 
through the remainder of your maze
Just when you think times can get no worst 
The holidays peer over and into your nights
Life evolves around a lesson in a small town
Where hope is an instrument that’s rarely found
I touch on the premise
And yet to open eyes it remains unsound
Used to having less
And at twenty-two I reach for stars
To catapult my worries 
above my adversaries and scars
I’m almost a man
But I’m not quite there
The majority of my life 
I’ve been stranded in an isolated  state of mind
All spectators seem to do is laugh and stare
I’m home for the holidays
But I am not yet there
Dear life I miss you
And I’m not gone
I miss you
And I’m standing on the other side of a happy home
It’s days like this 
That autumn kisses, and winter tells
It’s days like this 
That paint a warm face pale


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In the Ether of the stars

  petals
    fall
into the pool 
of questions in your eyes,
holding up my broken promise
like a candle
snuffed out by our past regrets.

We stumble in the dark...........

I bend to say I'm sorry,
but my spine denies the wisdom 
on my lips,

I must seek new doors,
new stairs for climbing to 
the stars,

to share this Autumn rain 
with you
would be ill fated,
like the winds of chance
that brought 
my world to yours.

Look for me down winding 
hallways,
call me from the moonlit cliff

I shall not come to you again my love,
for I have cosmic answers 
to attain,

 Your sleepy hands 
do well to weave 
another's coat of pain,

I shall not pass this way again,
though dust of diamonds
twinkle in your eyes........

I hover somewhere
in the ether
of
the stars.


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Untitled #288 / Life and love

Life and love! Twins separated at birth,
to be reunited in the holiest of moments!
Mothers and fathers, and sons and daughters to each other!
like autumn leaves, each individual manifestation must wither in time
but, oh, the springs are endless! The leaves return!


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Harvest

Beautiful colors, so many colors do I see... 

Maple leaves fall and autumn fragrances now 

fill the air. Trees now prepare for a long 

winters nap. The ground now all covered in 

fresh colors of trees that have lost their 

foliage and gone into a deep slumber... Yet 

have we toiled in the hot sun all summer and 

now it is time to harvest our labor. We 

rejoice by breaking bread and filling our 

bellies with the fruits of our harvest. 

Winter now infringing upon our door 

step.  As bears surrender to nature’s 

tranquilizer and crawl into their hiding 

spaces for their long winters nap. Doeth not 

the fruits of our labor endure until another 

harvest comes and once again when nature puts the bear 

back into a deep, deep sleep, while others wait to

see what sales the news paper will bring?

Some say the harvest is the end, but it’s 

really just the beginning.


Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 
Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 


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Autumn Days (My Secret Sin)

My forehead’s warm
But in my mind I’ll be okay
And I don’t know what else to say
Just thankful for another autumn day
Rose this morning 
Sweating from head to toe
My bill’s been fed 
It’s time to get the door
The phone rings twice
Looks like I’m gonna be tardy once again
Eyes blood shot
Just got over an appetite for gin
Matter in my eyes
I’m a casualty of laughs and cries
If the morning dew doesn’t melt the frost
Then anti freeze won’t pay the cost
Day by day
In a petal of dreams 
I seem to lay
And even if the sun shined bright
I wouldn’t know what to say
Guess I’m thankful for another autumn day
It’s six past nine
And I don’t know 
If my mind’s gonna outlast this wine
Push the door
Squint my eyes
There’s nothing more I adore
My face is not washed 
And I can’t clear the picture in the fog
Early morning bug got squashed
I’m cold and shaky so I can’t make it off this log
My hairs not combed 
And I can’t seem to think 
Out of misery 
And into life I can’t help but sink
Now my foreheads warm, 
But in my mind I’ll be okay
Yet I don’t know what else to say
Just thankful for another autumn day


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FINALLY HEADING HOME

Finally heading home,
going dowhill;
not being afraid
of a sudden fall...

The baseballfield
has the appearance 
of a battlefield,
opponents teams fiercily compete;
I glance at them
with great admiration,
lauding their aspiration
as the gusty wind snatches
my blue cap...to find it
hanging from the top of the fence
that overlooks the rusty tracks
of a train that never went back...


The cheers and hurrays
of the applauding crowd
fill the autumn air with promise;
victory is,for certain,
for those enduring with boldness,
but joyful moments
are worthy more than a price...
despite the honor and pride!

Finally heading home from 
an adventerous morning spent
exploring the depth of the forest;
where emotions become surprises,
not found in the glamorous cities
or the smallest towns...
Remoteness reconnects the lost soul
to the essential needs
of a-not-so-rapid
and dull existence! 
 




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For Words would Fall

 You turn 
your back to me 
and the wind 
to light 
your second cigarette
from 
off the first  .

dark collar up against 
the autumn chill
between us,

If I could yell 
or slap your face
somecolor in our life
might just return.
But....
no,
I won't be there
tonight.

The words
 I cannot say
you'll find out soon enough,
this frozen love
must somehow thaw alone
or not at all..........

for words would fall,

over the cliff 
of my lips,
to be
impaled below
on your dark heart
of stone.



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Pure Autumn Rain

Beautiful and pure
She shines so bright
My pure Autumn Rain
Is radiantly in sight

Falling down quickly
Enchanting silence is clear
My Pure Autumn Rain
Is so very near

She left me abruptly
She is now out of sight
My pure Autumn Rain
Disappeared into the night

My best friend has vanished
No trace of her in sight
Come back to me soon my daughter
Your mother is nothing without your light


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Falling Leaves

A tumult of orange and russet hues,
the falling leaves of Autumn glide,
trajectories swirled in a northern wind,
to lie untended, cast aside.
From slate grey sky weeps pregnant rain,
peppers the earth with angel tears;
on the border of Winter's icy promise
the memories strip away the years.
Golden reflections fix the eye
on an innocent child of infant grace,
at play in a world of faraway dreams
in a past that is now a foreign place.
Taken too soon like the falling leaves,
veiled in a curtain of angel rain,
bestowing upon the ones who loved
rough justice of timeless hurt and pain.
Yet through gentle tears and loving smiles
a heart beats in an Autumn gale,
for the soul of a child is a sacred prize
and in love, down the years, will forever prevail.


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Ode to a Maple Tree

Liken me to a maple tree
shy and reserved with thick green leaves
spreading elaborate for the neighbors to see
nervous when birds come to nest
Roots which have bent themselves knotted and tight
to reach out for water, creative hindsight
never with other roots banter and fight
a sigh and my shade gives up rest
Solitary.  Passionate.  Silver bough and burnished head
A maple alone on the block, but well-bred
limbs undiscouraged when cut up and bled
Endurance and joy under test
Solid stance just like a maple tree
when my colors bloom electric in the autumn breeze
I'll still be standing through the winter freeze
Remembering why I am blessed.


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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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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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Recollections

My heart can recall 
Reflections…of 
Your beautiful brown eyes,
That has conjured such very special visions 

Delightedly my memory blushes,
Colored as red hot
As autumn leaves dangling in midair,
This tree holds its roots.

As the gleaming autumn truths bow down 
To the streaming golden sounds,
Found deliciously within your laughter.

We cuddled in the warmth of love
During the wint’ry season to
Wait patiently and lovingly, 
To bask in the fresh morning dew
Of spring 

While smiles of anticipation flow 
oh so tenderly, 
We caressed the moonlight 
As we bathed in the summery ocean 
of the starlit sky

These are some of my recollections 
Of the things I see my love 
When I look into your beautiful brown eyes. 






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All Things Must Pass

The seasons flow and summer dies 
  To autumn dusk and winter fall, 
Cross fades to spring, revitalise 
  The life that moves throughout them all. 

The carriage of the human shell, 
  Propelled through day, laid rest in night, 
In seasons of the heart will dwell 
  The memories sealed and watertight. 

Of all she did, and all she was, 
  And all she means and all she made, 
Of her entirety because 
  She was the sweetest serenade. 

All things must pass eventually, 
  The sun will rise and likewise set; 
She ruled the very heart of me 
  And never will this heart forget. 


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The Autumn

I often watch the leaves blow by,
And feel the autumn winds sweep me away. I try so hard not to cry,
The beauty of time just flying by.
I close my eyes and smell the sweet air,
Utter beauty with just a touch of despair,
Oh the years have grown in age,
The years disappearing white to gray.
Am I truly ready for life to begin,
What if I fail or fall or cant swim,
In the pressures of true life?
These are the times I will always remember,
My mind flowing freely like burning embers.
Wrapped up by love all the time,
Reminding me that my long lost love is finally mine.
But those strong feelings I always get,
As I lye awake on my bed,
Why wont my mind just take a rest?
I guess what they say will still haunt me.
Why am I the object of their aggression?
Diminishing my only piece of sanity left.
I just try to ignore these inhuman feelings,
And focus on things with true meaning,
Love for one will always be there,
Whether I’m frightened, angry, apathetic or scared.
Oh beautiful seasons just take me away,
Send your messengers who have fallen from grace.
Wrap me up with your entangling vines,
Shelter me from these things so unkind.
Hold me back from self-destruction,
For only my life has just begun.


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Season's of our Sun.....

Winter's sun,has reached it's crest
dark befalling,shortened breath
energy spent from seasons left
even the sun needs....a little rest

Time to reorganize all that matters
nature sleeps during frosted weather
cooling the engine of earthly tatters
which provide for all,in hopes we gather

Even in rest,earth continues to work
even if the sun should cast shadows and lurk
from the winters cold,to summers eve
harvest springs forth,which gratefully please

Winter's sun is our lullabye
rest and peace is a natural high
slowing our heels from a mid-summers play
ridding the hectic like our autumn days

Our sun is the generator,of all that lives
give thanks,at winter,for all it gives......





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Seasons

In the Spring of my life
I fell in love and took a wife
The children came with so much joy
First a girl and then a boy

In the Summer of my life
Things were good, there was no strife
We built a house and bought a new car
Everything was great-so far

In the Autumn of my life
Trouble began with my wife
Things got totally out of hand
And she ran away with another man

In the Winter of my life
I'm just trying to forget my wife
I don't know what tomorrow will bring
I just sit alone and think of Spring


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My Heart Song

                      I hear the wind whispering in the trees,
	I feel the gentle kiss of an Autumn breeze.
	You've touched a place in my soul and heart,
	And bonded us so that we will never part.
	You smile at me and take my hand,
	And together we step back into another land.
	Where people live proud and free,
	Walk the mountain man and the gal from the city.
	You are my heart song your image so real
	And you  dear mountain man my heart you did steal


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Fifty Frames A Second

Farewell to the order, cried in depth, 
A surface skimmed flat stone, 
For sure the past drinks slower breath, 
Cold-cocked and slow deflating; 
When the tyres kiss the steely rims 
And wrecks replete with rusted hubs 
Drop over distant hills. 
Only backfires and laughs remote, 
Crackled, reticent, teary mist 
Calls some faraway vagabond chord 
Resonance flecked with Autumn frost; 
For futures crook a tapered claw 
Towards the sun or flyblown lamp 
With essays in cement. 
Farewell to the friends, going to ground 
In some blue remembered bar room 
Or vaulted in a rift in time; 
Fifty frames a second played 
Circuitous peepshows in the mind, 
As silver nitrate lightening flashed 
Glimpsed meanings of a life...


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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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A Repentant Soul

A young man search for light
Yet, his uncaring frat 
Blinded his sight!
Himself on the ground,
Where there’s no one around;
Except the warbling creatures,
On a tiny branch, in folly they swing
To comfort his wounded feeling,
Till they’re shunned away, 
By the raging winds, of autumn in gray!
Rising from fall, he feels the morning mist,
Lending him the freshness he needs;
In his heart, he doesn’t want to miss,
The eternal words, to be spoken
To the brethren, 
By the destined seer!
For forgiveness and guidance,
To the Almighty, he prayed, earnestly!
Because of his repentant soul,
He regained his sight, anew!





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DAYS OF GREEN AND BLUE

I guess I thought they'd never end--
Our days of green and blue,
When every crystal dawning
Was something fresh and new.

We loved and laughed the time away,
Two kindred spirits, we.
I guess I never thought, back then,
That summer's end could be.

But no season lasts forever;
The autumn leaves must fall.
And kindred spirits say goodbye,
When evening shadows fall. 

And now, as I experience
These days of brown and gray,
My lonely spirit's longing for
The one who flew away. 


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IN A SUMMER WOOD

I sat upon a grassy bank
Spring had passed
Beautiful , it was too
Now, I live in a Summer wood
 
An intense blue sky
High above
I felt like flying
Such green
Such love
In a Summer wood
 
Flowers bloomed
Colours, so intense
They filled your heart
With light and love
In every sense
 
Summers day
The sky filled with birds
I ran
In a summer wood
My life
Filled with play
 
I only knew
When summer passed
When the kiss of an autumn leaf
Upon my cheek
It would never last
I knew this to be true


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IN AN AUTUMN WOOD

I sat upon a knoll
In an Autumn wood
Leaves fluttered through the air
I breathed so softly
More than I could bear
 
I waited for a time
For a tree to speak
Clothed in gold
Blowing down
An autumn leaf
Kissed my cheek
 
To caress the bark softly
To look up to a mighty tree
I pass this way , only once
This tree will outlive me
 
My time is so short here
In an Autumn wood
My time passing by
An Autumn leaf
Kissed my cheek
I cannot stay
I have to go
 
Tears fall
Like autumn leaves
My life
In an Autumn wood
In a coming winter
Ends it all
 
Leaves continued falling
Clothed me in gold
In an Autumn wood
I let go fear...
and became part of everything


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Listen to me

listen to my heart
as every beat calls out your name
like a whisper in the darkness
which no lips dare to claim

listen to my mind 
for it conveys words of affection
like a cool autumn breeze
blowing in a destined direction

listen to my soul 
for it's as silent as the moon
which sheds it's humble light 
across a wretched black lagoon

listen to my kiss
when it falls upon your face
which graciuosly completes 
your warm gentle embrace

listen to my hands
as they trickle down your spine
for i know it triggers 
sweet spasms of the mind

listen to my words
but please don't forget my eyes
because they say more 
than you ever realize.


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Errant Firefly

If I ate chocolate naked 
 
While lounging on red satin sheets
 
Beneath the light of a pale autumn moon
 
Amidst a Smokey glaze of heavily perfumed incense
 
With no else to admire the sight,
 
Would you then pay attention to me?
 
 
If I cursed you
 
Taking myself into a burning house
 
That had no windows and only one door
 
Out in the middle of the desert
 
Miles away from nowhere
 
With no else in the world to be frightened for me,
 
Would you then rescue me from myself?
 
 
What will it take to bring you back?
 
My husband, my lover, my torture,
 
How long will it take for you to realize
 
That I am dieing?
 
Dieing to be touched, to be loved,
 
Dieing for compassion, for some passion,
 
This girl you fell in love with
 
Is going to fade away
 
Unless you stop this petty selfishness,
 
And save Her!...
 
 
I am an errant firefly
 
That some child has caught,
 
And locked in a jar.
 
If this lid doesn't come off,
 
I will be dead by morning.
 
 


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le givre

spreading itself over the land 
as a miniscule sort of nano-sheet of ice,
nature’s cold wet cough spatters itself 
all over what one sees when the rub the sleepy stuff
from the eyes---
that first look outside on an early september morn
reveals that summer is finally on its way out &
the colder times are upon us---
those who love the autumn days
those who love the winter nights
those who are ready to bulk up & drink warm cider,
hot chocolate &
spent hours by the fireplace
or outside enjoying the change that has come,
relish in the beauty of that first frost---
walk outside & breathe in the sheer beauty 
of a crisp frozen air
slowly killing off everything in its path 
and gearing up for the months of
dormancy
which nature allows 
in order to bring the romantic spring & orgasm ridden
summer---
enjoying it all is part of the job called
human.


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THE LOVERS' TREE

 I took you down
To Lovers' Tree
In Autumn
A trees' red and gold crown

I wanted to show
The colours of the tree
Reflected in the heart of me
The love I wanted you to know

I wanted you
Under Lovers' Tree
You loved me too
With all its' mystery

On an Autumn night
I met you at Lovers' Tree
Under a Heartstone moon
Under starlight

To hold your hand
Under a starlit sky
I loved you completely
Under Lovers' Tree

Giddy feelings too
Under Lovers'Tree
With you 



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New cheer

Twinkling lights and candles bright
Dotted here and there
And music playing into the night
People everywhere

Laughter tinkles like so many bells
Glasses chink and chime
Jokes fired around like magic spells
Ridiculous and sublime  

People dancing like many an autumn leaf
A twisting in the breeze
Inhibitions are missing as if stolen by a thief
Pace picking up by degrees

Glasses are filled with every colour
Orange red and white,
Loosing tongues so everything a holler
Shouts drifting in the night

Faces flushed red with seasons cheer
Many smiling faces
Gentlemen knocking back cans of beer
Engaging in races

Then the chimes of midnight start
To a resounding cheer
Everyone takes it to their heart
Wishing happy new year


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Spirits of Life

Silken violets, faded musk and jasmine, jasmine floating like some dim angel 
above the candles.... 
Ah, this is the passion of God -- brutal sadness, clash of humanity and beast! 
Muted indigo wafting through the rafters of this perilous heaven... 
Deliver me from this constraint, this trap, it so squeezes, flexes its cruel arms 
around my neck, around my little world of lilies and  beaches on autumn nights, 
when all the world is lit by the great faery dome of the skies in crystalline 
blackness, 
The painted colors, the blurred, soggy, miasma of dulled fragrances, odors, 
Lifeless textures and sensations, feel them not! 
And live past the paintings, admit yourself into the halls of life’s enchanted gates 
into its swirling vortex of emotion, misery and beauty, and that most primal of 
essences- 
Yes, fear itself, worthy sirs! 
Fear itself shall always tick, it is the portal of that past life, that startling, gnawing, 
tearing, infusions  of animals, that is man’s pathway to indulgence and despair!
There is no shine like jewels in a murky pond, for a rose dying in a garden of 
sacrilege, 
There is no greater romance than  Godly valor hopelessly caught in a tapestry of 
worldly shame and dark riches...
You shall not have me , bleak coward death!
For I stand in this night as the lone maiden of Truth... 
No there is no truth in beauty, there is truth in  the  blinding light of the 
shimmering spires of the realm above! 
Hear me, cruel silence, for I know greater love than your  cold eyes! 
Ah, yes, LIFE, let it ring, mortals, for ye are not mere beings, live more for life itself!


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October Hope

October light, 
burnt against pumpkin colored tree skin, 
lit with autumn secrets which only nature knows
October sky,
blue as ocean frigid,
promising to bring the cold as winter mushroom grows
October song,
written in the minor, mourning key
sad and soulful warning to hibernate your sun-starved, liquid dreams
October ending,
letting leaves dissolve, understanding warm rebirth
is the other side of the cycle to be blossomed: faith, belief...


Details | Free verse | |

Through It All (My Secret Sin)

Through the sand, 
Through the fog, I got your hand
Through the sand 
And through the fog, I have your hand
I claim to be a man 
Yet in reality, I pray you grasp my hand
Hit a bump and stumble 
Rely on triumph to stand humble
Days before nights
Nights after days, I firmly crumble
Through the blood, we wade through mud
Paddle through love
And shiver up after warm hugs
Most poets write about fallen leaves
And disassembled trees
At times friendships resemble fees 
A lot of us write, but I’m like, okay
Pass the tragedies, what more can I say
From the caskets to the empty baskets
Why, How come
Why so many ask it 
Winter is shrugs, Summer is hugs 
And I guess Autumn is lonely doves 
Scream and shout 
However, you are forgiven for the profanity
 That leaks toward your mouth 
This person you see
Until the end is who I’mma be 
Palm to palm
Be there for me until the storm is calmed
Deliver my pain and as it reigns 
Grip my hand
Through the sand, through the fog
I got your hand 




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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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Face Of Summer

Nursery rhymes with silly lines make children laugh in summer time
bubbles blown from little sticks seem to pop so lickety-split
Lady Bugs in flower beds talk in shades of black and red
a froggy turns to baritone from a Lilly pad where he's at home
clouds adrift like cotton candy cross the sky with blue a-plenty
while oh so well that Summer sun takes a bow when he is done
then sells his song to an Autumn moon turning to a season new


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Fire and Ice

Sleeping in the flames and burning lies
Somewhere in the ashes I hear the cries
Was it me I saw in the fire?
Or was it you falling down but getting higher?

Sleeping in the ice and fading dreams
I’m slipping out and then back in
Is it true that I’m awake?
Or in my dream was there a small mistake?

Lifeless ashes served with ice
Dreaming in a dream that has enticed
Everything I lost is what I need
Things I have I’ll throw away into the sea

Lifeless hearts that cannot feel
Standing in a place where they can heal
Everything I took will never please
Things I gave turned into autumn leaves

I know I’ll give you your desire
I only have to take a look within the fire
The ashes left will let me know
They are the things I lost within the snow


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Summer's Death

Its once defined colors now alter their hues
As winds of change descend from a northern source
A chilly hand so grabs the throat of all the trees
Almost pulling the life from their roots with a force
The evening darkness descends earlier these days
As mornings, too, are ensnared in its blanket of shade
For the sun sleeps longer and awakens slower now
Tired from the summer and the heat that it made
So now, the reds and auburns are taking their stage
Alive in the lives of nature as it so well changes
Dead, are the greens and yellows of summer’s breath
As autumn enters in and life rearranges


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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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Autumnal Eyes

Stargazing cigarette ash, growing cold and greyer, 
shaping to a scale model Everest 
in a cut crystal tray; 
a mountain to be climbed by some quantity surveyor, 
or a podium of passiveness 
in cloudbursts of dismay. 

So the goalposts shift and arbitrarily blur 
this disenchanted evening 
of poetry stricken with slow motion; 
although older, but no wiser, as the host of echoes stir 
past beliefs in grim stagnation, 
drained of glister and devotion. 

I can taste the realisation of dysfunctional reality, 
that between this life and death 
love is but a compromise; 
in every mirrored surface to confront the actuality, 
the ever present deadlight hue 
of Autumn in my eyes.


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SOMEDAY

Someday............ 
This grey sky 
will become blue 
My grey sky, 
changing too 

My thoughts 
scattered like birds 
Kicked up autumn leaves, 
swirling around uncaught 

This knot,I cannot undo 
I cannot turn 
my stomach begins to churn 
what can I do? 

This patience I lack, 
born of frustration 
Help me get it back, 
to a place 
with my own space, 
my salvation 

Peace and grace 
is the way 
What I want to see 
upon your face 
especially for me 
someday.................. 

Someday.......... 
soon, 
grey sky 
becoming blue 
My spirit to fly 
as far as the moon 
Maybe yours too 

Someday.............. 
Some change 
Some blue 
instead of grey 
Sometimes the only way, 
someday......... 

Someday 
this unseen force 
can change 
grey into blue 
I want it too 
Keep thoughts at bay 
For, someday........... 
someday............. 
I can change into blue 


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The poem of Hoping.

The summer has arrived suddenly.

The St.Petersburg White nights

still hug our city gently.

A lilac fog 

Fills the atmosphere around,

In spite of the fact that the lilac has already faded,

And sweet aroma of a jasmine 

Turns our heads, excites and intoxicates us.

There is Heat, and the thunderstorms with rain here, 

Flowers and the charming bumblebees live on my loggia. 

But why don't the melancholy and alarms leave me?

I think of the next autumn and winter.

Maybe, they have already started to approach to us. 

No! This is wrong! 

I shall forget them for a while.

I shall take inspiration from a lilac fog,

I shall be drunk with aroma of jasmine, 

I shall have fun, listening to the rain, 

I shall write new poems for my friends .

And, maybe, the summer will delay in my soul for a long time.


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Untitled #53 / The world that awaits me

“The world that awaits me”
as I set down the book, look up
my eyes are drawn to my love like the Void
innocent, lying reading in the grass
under the shadow of the next tree
a sunbeam yet smiles its love upon her face
and the soft breeze now kisses her hair, but she
pays no heed, spares no thought, no pain for me
our lives were intertwined by fate for three weeks
(Oh! Sweet eternity!)
until I poured out for her the contents of my heart
she jarred it all up and gave me nothing but “No”
now emptiness creeps in to replace emptiness
Open, my soul! Be filled with the band music
pounding from the parking lot, drink
from the rustling trees dripping music like wine,
breathe in the autumn air we share
on this one day of Eternity, even as
our hearts drift apart, to find other storms,
never again to be united under the sun.


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I Am The Clown

I have been already many years

On royal service.

I saw many different masters,

the important persons.

Some of them even love me:

some give me money,

Others give me slaps in the face.

But once the Autumn came to city.

I wanted to escape with her from the palace.

I have forgotten about tasty meals

I have thrown away the cap of the clown.

But when I went outside the door,

I saw there again:Familiar grandees

Laugh at me 

Unfamiliar nobles go with the party contemptuously.

Nobody will protect, will not understand me.

Really shall I always be lonely?

Because I am the clown, 

You should not perceive me seriously,

To think about me seriously.

I dance on on a secluded, closed circle, again

And the sky falls on heads of birches.


Details | Rhyme | |

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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Running away


 

«Petersburg! 

I still do not want to die» 

Osiph Mandelshtam 

 

I run from bad weather.

The winds rustle, and they worry trees.

My years pursue me.

I am running from myself.

The autumn rains hang down.

Now there is disorder and discomfort in nature,

and my thoughts pursue me, torment and do not give me rest.

My years fly faster and faster, 

sweeping away all hopes along the way.

Through the wind I shout, 

«My Loved! rescue me and keep me safe!»