Love arrived in Autumn like a Spring breeze,
Out of its time and out of its season,
Its dancing spirits left me ill at ease,
And the dark shadows, taunted my reason.
The green leaves that were my days before you,
Have drifted and faded and are no more.
The naive moments of white clouds on blue,
Have become remains on the forest floor.
The light and gentle glory was divine.
There was even a glimpse of forever,
But that which I was lent is never mine,
We only borrowed the time together.
I have heard the loveliness in a song,
And tasted the exquisite fruits and fare,
But the prize that is stolen feels wrong,
And the promise of joy becomes despair.
Love lets us believe in eternity,
Like a white bird flying across the sky,
Forever is until you discard me,
Chasing another golden butterfly.
Autumn brings cooler days
Effusing fiery golden hues
Turn a leaf that fly to ground.
Like the surf that must be round.
Loosen minds are Autumn- minds.
Rove to Eden does no sins.
Drift in winds are Autumn- senses.
Cursor ways are lights with ends.
Surface dust is Autumn- skies.
Autumn life is easy pies.
Pollute worlds have polluted airs.
Filthy messes are not so fair.
Autumn scenes are worlds that stained.
Social stairways need to think.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
Around the Corner Contest
(WINTER is around the corner)
By Sally Wood
There's an old man I heard is new in town
They say he's not shy as he takes over the land
His business is snow and ice and cold rain
The neighbors are talking he's all the rage
He changed the scenery his very first day
While the trees lost their leaves and died away
He has a blower for harsh cold winds and rain
And later he'll order people to dress his way
This old man has taken over our town
People are running in attempts to escape his plans
They wear heavy clothing, boots, and hats on their heads
As they pass him, he laughs, he has nothing to dread
Yes, there is a new old man in town
Who has people angry and avoiding his frown
He'll keep on moving a few months down the line
But for now, our town won't be free for quite some time!
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.
A beautiful Autumn day
everyday i sit of the door of our house
but sometimes instead i see a mouse
it doesn't have to look obvious
that you spent all the Autumn with her
the voice of the charted valleys
have given me some hope
but then finally i realize
that leaves fall from trees
and they die
so i went down in the deep,shallow woods
just looking for you
but again i say, what's useful
what's useful of hiding down the trees
watching animals taking care of each other
won't that be a reaction
but don't come back to life
suddenly one leaf fell on me
it was orange
and then another leaf fell on me
it was yellow
but i see
non were green
i thought what could cause this
while i'm only 10
maybe you did something to them
maybe you said something bad about me, or it was hopeless love.
There's a certain chill in the air,
Surrounding us all everywhere
Brown, yellow, orange, and red,
Leaves are swirling over head
Shorter and colder during the day,
Means that Winter's not far away
Pumpkins and apples are all around,
For when it's Fall they abound
Ghosts and goblins appear too,
Wanting to try and frighten you
I really love the season of Fall,
It's my very favorite one of all
Coldest season of winter
With snowy fall
Rays of golden sunlight
On a summer season
Falling of leaves
By autumn season
Pretty flower blossoms
With twittering birds
Of the spring season
All seasons with their specific beauty
Makes the world beauty.
a friday or another
a walk with mother
is that fruitful
walking ahead see a shop
having a stop
looking at whats
makes a day
with a small friutful day
I wake up before the sun from a cozy bed
I walk outside and feel the crisp autumn chill
So I put a stocking cap on my head
I walk through the back yard
heading for the woods
doing something city boy
only wish they could
I arrive at my stand
and check the direction of the breeze
before I climb up ole faithful
a dying, dark barked maple tree
I make myself comfortable
as the sun stretches its arms
for the sky
producing iridescent colors
I live for the outdoor
and that's one of the reasons why
Not far behind me a freshly cut field of hay
in front endless rows of cornstalks fill the way
I begin to think of a tradition
My son and I on thanksgiving day.
he is still here with me
even though last November he passed away
I start hearing cars doors shut
its coming from over the hill
carrying an aroma of cinnamon
It's my favorite! Pumpkin pie
Justin, I'll be back, But for now Goodbye
A falling leaf,
a step in time,
the tune of my thoughts,
set in rhyme,
The autumn sun,
sets a scene,
through the shadow,
of the trees,
it spreads it's beam,
A ray of colours,
fills the sky,
up and over,
the hills so high,
A fresh watery breeze,
brushes my face,
as I stand and stare,
at this wonderful place,
This place is our home,
where we belong,
full of beauty,
and nature's song,
whenever we can,
we should embrace,
the gift of nature,
and all its grace.
I never chose the beaten path, I'ld walk on by then I'ld laugh. I always walked my own way, I still do to this day. I've lived a life with some regret, a little debt I have met. However all in all it seems, I am richer than I'ld dreamed, you see the wealth and the greed never brought me to my knees. For the love of life keeps me strong so much beauty all day long. I guess to some it may seem, I did things my way, I did indeed.
June 10, 2014
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.
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" This was a callab with my friend and mentor Poeticpiers ( Ivor) Thank you Ivor "
Autumn leaves blow swiftly past me,
like memories from yesterday.
Twirling colors fill me with glee
as leaves like naughty children play.
Falling from trees so carelessly
they carry on their merry way.
Life starts to feel so worry free
and all my troubles fade away
Autumns rainbows are all I see,
the skies above no longer gray.
My happiness is here to stay
Emotions run through my mind
now I can leave the past behind.
By; Debbie Kelly and Ivor ( Poeticpiers)
A beautiful scenic autumn day
Birds fly south to escape the winter
Courtesy guiding us through Thanksgiving prayers
Dinner lovingly prepared by your favorite relatives
Excellent days of walking and the leaves turning colours
Fresh crisp air breathing in and out and enjoying God's blessings
Gardens of beauty with roses of red and pink and yellow and white
Houses elegant and refined and apartments of all shapes and sizes
Islands of humanity kind and benevolent and friendly and caring
Jays singing their song amidst the tall pine trees
King and Queen regally visiting our country and blessing us all
Loving and caring relatives who come and visit us on these special holidays
Majestic nature forever a good companion and friend
New clothes the shades of autumn complimenting humanity
Ovation and encore for autumn's majesty and miracles
Pioneers of the past remembered and a cornucopia of thanks
Quests for true happiness and real thanksgiving
Religious prayers and churches and a sacred blessing from God
Sounds of Thanksgiving where families are gathered in celebration
Universally aknowledged togetherness and friendship
Vivacious and lively days and nights, sacred and honourable
Weather varied warm and cool and pleasant and unpleasant
Xtra days of summer the Indian days of summer guest
Yesterdays' memories and todays' living experiences
Zealous and progressive and tunes of autummn songs well sung
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
A day of autumn beauty,
Beautiful in every way,
Canada is a land blessed,
Dance of the leaves, when the wind blows,
Each person thankful for Thanksgiving reunions,
Free to celebrate and be together,
Goodness given to us by the Lord,
Houses and apartments warmed and comfortable,
I like being there, at home,
Jay the beautiful bluebird that sits in the pine tree,
Kindness everywhere, a land to be proud,
Love and friendship prevails with every good neighbor,
Miracle, God's blessing,
New faith and days of worship at church,
October days and nights, the fading of summer,
Parents and children gather for Thansgiving at church and house.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Aarmano Se JAn CHooti
Ghamo ne Aan Ghera ha
Kia mere DIl pe Bas
Sirf Tanhaiyo ka Basera ha
Deer running through the forest,
As graceful as can be,
Her white tail in the air,
Saying "I know you're there",
As majestic as this beast could be,
It will be in great agony,
For the motorized beast has caught it.
Two silhouettes together,
under the light of the moon.
The hooting of owls,
are singing a scary tune.
Dark shadows fly past us,
but your arms hold me tight.
With thoughts on your love,
I lose fear for the night.
The pumpkin that glows
on the steps by my door,
seems to be smiling,
makes me longing for more.
The moonlight in the sky,
shines down on the ground.
Glistening the leaves,
that covers the ground.
By William P. Darnell Sr.
How could a man be so cruel, i was thinking at deep
How could one make her weep , i was thinking at deep
she was a spinster,,and it was all she made for her
the abiogenesis of emotions never grew as she met a sycophant
it was all abnegated as she was a shrew,
while he was a taciture with a misogynistic heart
She was all fastidious but he always had a belief ...Nothing is IMPREGNABLE ENOUGH
NOTHING IS MUCH BALEFUL UNLESS WE AREN"T ECCENTRIC
UNLESS WE"R ASCETIC HOLDING THE PARASOL
IT'S ONLY THEN ALL SYCOPHANTS WOULD DIE
IT'S ONLY THEN WHEN ALL SPINSTER'S WOULD HAVE THEIR MEN.
WHEN THER'Z NO INTESTATEMENT OF A SOUL.!!!
Amazed by Earth's beauty,
Understand the change,
To which when it's sunny,
Unexpected for those see the season image from their cage.
Many don't understand about fall,
No matter what, fall is the most beautiful of all.
The Past is like a ribbon
Holding up your hair
You turn around to find it
But it's not there.
Starry knighted nightingale
Across Orion's eyes
I see the falling star a yonder bright
lit bright moon, before me' aye
Afar on earth with Cricky bound
mi Pooka guard before me'
I take a light of image snap
It dances hap, before me'
Ere it stood, eidolon par
Eerie don, ego, do atem me’
owe me a rose, amore rue,
es here etu, defend me'
Ode to Snow
From the cloudy sky
It floats softly down,
Drifting silently by
Quickly blankets the ground.
On skeletal tree limbs and evergreen boughs
Covering dead leaves and pine cones,
As thick as weight will allow
The arms of branches take the burden now.
It dances on errant breezes
Or flies swiftly to the side,
The wind will carry it where it pleases
Coming down heavy now, spreading far and wide.
I walk among its chilliness
And wonder if it knows,
That it brings me such happiness
The peacefullness of snow.
Soon spring will come upon the land
Winter storm clouds will part,
Drifty mountains once so grand
Will quickly start to melt.
Then rain will wash the snow away
Rebirth of blossoms, new growing grass
Summer flies quickly by, Autumn seems only a day
All too soon the stormy snow clouds will amass.
I heard the mist of autumn as it whispered to the sun
'tis time to paint the summer,another season has begun
Then The Author of the universe,like thunder here below
announced to summer's ember,it's time for you to go
Set the trees ablaze with color,another season has begun
and blend them with the heavens beneath the midnight sun
Whatever be the reasons,within each heart we know
as like the mighty rivers,all life through time must flow
Then I heard the fading summer,as it whispered to the sun
my yesterdays have passed away,another season has begun!
Autumn's dream is falling
In brown, orange, and in red
Soon it will be final
Autumn will be dead!
Winter will take autumn's place
And cold will cover the earth
But, we all know, autumn will be back
Next year, it will re-birth!
When all is said and done, I want to be able to look in the mirror and love the
that stars back at me.
Like each drop of your humbleness
engulfing my urbanite woes;
the graffiti emerges in tender grace
to resurrect a windmill.
My spirit, the abode of small birds
carrying the sunset on its back
was returning home for the final-
sleep in the lap of twilight.
When autumn comes and crippled,
brown leaves start falling, I will
set the birds free in the winds
to find their new master.
The nest will weep for the broken song.
In space between the eyes, lies the negation
which will not accept the peace of a
grave. I will follow the wilderness-
of thoughts again.
We leave on vacation to see the Grand Canyon
I ask my son when is the last time ha changed his socks, his feet smell like
My wife laughs and says that isn't his feet, it's his breath
I tell her no more equate toothpaste, we're switching to Crest
My wife says in a panicky voice, I forgot my social life line
I tell her to calm down, everything will be fine
She says, turn around and head toward home with the speed of a Russian Mig
We can't take this trip, I can't be without my wig
One hour and two tickets later we finally arrive back home
Now she has her wig in hand and her voice has a nice, calm tone
She says what are we waiting for, let's be on our way
It's only 9:30am, it's already been a long, long day
Now we are back to the area where we had to turn around
I remember that singles club called Lost and Found
As evening settles in, we stop by an eatery called The Autumn Twig
She says please bear with me as I put on my wig
My son and I sit in the car quietly, as we are close to death from a lack of food
My wife tells us let's enjoy our vacation, you two need to adjust your attitudes
We sit in the car and watch as people come out of this greasy spoon diner
I keep reading their slogan, If you're lookin' for rib stickin' food ain't none finer
I keep having these visions of me at the table, eating so much, my wife and son
call me a pig
Finally she is done fixing her wig
I watch in horror as the Diner's lights go off
My dream is gone, no pig, no trough
She says in disgust, that's just great, where can we get a bite to eat now
I tell her about a barbecue joint five up the road called Four Sides of a Cow
She says okay, but I could not belive what she just did
She smiles and says I told you everything will be okay, as she removes her wig
We arrive outside the place rated as some of the best barbecue around
She throws her wig on the dash and laughs like a circus clown
She says my hunger has taken over, I believe she's flipped her lid
She says let's go on inside, these people don't know me, they have never seen
me without my wig
Fear of a mound,
on the half-buried, half dead
archives of desires, comes
like a stampede of hoops on my chest.
I lie alone in a desert of insanity.
From the sea of agony
one drop of salted tear,
the title of a wasted life, brings
the blood stained truth.
I want to wash my eyes again.
To watch the autumn leaves falling
on impeccable stones
We were not the fruits.
A song of blind water
enters the earth
to kiss the roots,
foo giving liberation from
sun leaked night.