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Apple Pickin' Time

Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road.

There's a dozen different sizes,

Pink an' yella, red 'r lime,

Shades that match the pale sunrises

Of the apple pickin' time.

Go an' make an apple pie,

Make it thirty miles high,

Then you'll be in apple heaven

Till the day you up an' die.

Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road;

Some for Gran and Uncle Pete,

An' a few fer fighting crime;

'Cause the fella down the street

Knows it's apple pickin' time.

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

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Once upon a memory

The sun has risen in my night but I was blind to see the light The moon have sunk in a new dawn I dreamt too long,and it was gone.... Now i stroll over the shore gazing above the horizon to find a shooting star But what's the use of shooting stars which fade too far from where you are? What's the use to make a wish when you are not with me What's the use of sprinkling spells on once upon a memory? What's the use for candles on the sand If you're not here to hold my hand What's the use of fragrant words when autumn leaves are burnt What's the use for hearts to beat when worlds don't understand? Last petal falls upon my feet the wind blows in my hair a melody on starry night Hushed whisper in my ear Soft music plays in distance the guitar 's not there So what's the use for symphony? Once more I'm deaf to hear Slowly i tiptoe to the stone wall which stands behind the old Palm tree Slowly I seek deeper as a tiny shadow i see a shadow which keeps growing and getting close to me Its my imagination It must be a fantasy In silence I walk back to where our cabin used to be My fingers bury footprints which I found by the sea.
Charma This is a fiction poem inspired by a song i was hearing called 'Love is blind' by Donny Montell

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Lonely days and lonely nights

My Beloved,
How can I see beauty without thinking your name,How can I feel happiness 
with you so far away?Empty is my dusky night,Cold as Winter is my day,
I scented our love in the first flower of May,and lost its fragrance,
as a Lifeless Autumn leave,when you vanished,and left me all alone,
alone I am to stay,till then I pray,I pray for your return,I pray that
you'll come back to me,and as I watch the West Sweet Wind playing with dawn,
I live a memory ,of when we made love on the golden stacks of hay,
in the farmer's lawn.I gaze at the horizon,and my thought is filled with you,
My heart bacchus of glee,remembering that June ,a Summer afternoon,
when we wrote poetry,under the shade of the blossom cherry tree.
My beloved,when you wake up in my dreams,you are vaster than the
eternal serene seas,You warm me with your harped string rays love beams,
Yes ,as the first prism of the sun you reflect fire in me,You ignite passion,
even when the flint have turned so wet,with my tears crying for  thee.
My beloved,I pray,I pray the waves,to hug embrace,the greatest wave to be,
I pray,I pray the greatest tides to come and carry you back to me.
I'm here still waiting for you,Maybe one day I will go too,and stop thinking 
of you,but that will be the day,that every thing in my world will be so misty blue.

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A Change in Autumn

As the world 
closes in on us
   our eyes 
    what our hearts 
permit them to see
In autumn - in 
the waning of the year 
as the trees 
   turn orange, red and golden
before the land is covered in white 
we will see sound and light 
Surrounded by nature's beauty we become a part 
  of the eco-system 
A great dawn 
  awaits us 
in the end 
Voices of ancient 
reverberate in the cool air
Sometimes when it seems 
that we are lost 
the rhythm of the seasons 
reminds us of what we may become
Perhaps this autumn light 
  will bring this world 
to its' senses 
Strength, Tranquility 
and a heavy sense 
      of peace 
Are being swept in 
by a cool Northeastern breeze

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Another Season

        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 yesterday's have passed away
      another season has begun.

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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 | I do not know? | |

Gemini Eyes In Sapphire Skies

(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
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

They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference

Take my tongue and take my scarf
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for

Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

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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 

Details | Ballad | |


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,

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,

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,

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

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Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray

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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"

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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

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Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013

She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

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                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


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Journey's End

                                          Journey's End by Shane Cogan (September 2013)

Silently we stood tall
The sun’s dawn chill on our backs
We gathered our last few belongings
The grey skies swirled over us
Onwards and upwards we walked
Little to do, we merely talked
Oh, the endless array of colours
Oh, the senseless decay of society 

The autumn countryside air fed us
Fresh golden crisp sounds under our feet, our hooting horn
Azure skies shone now, the greyness vanished
Reaching up high, seeking solace…we moved on
Teaching us it was, freaking us out…we moved on
But there is no escape ever for a nomad
A wanderer: she pondered…and I squandered
Oh, there it was again
Oh, the planet we sought

I breathed in the warm dusk air
She breathed in the moonlit sky
Ravens swarmed over us, creating one dark cloud
Bats vibrated, as feeding time commenced
Harvest gatherers signalled night time
A lonely police siren echoed sleep time 
Then we both felt its glaze upon our faces
It stole our smile
It sapped our energy
Oh, we could not move
Oh, yet only approve

Resting, we had no choice but too stargaze
We shifted our tired bodies
We emptied our final belongings
The crystal full moon had hypnotised us
The sun’s distant tale had teased us
The endless blanket of stars now warmed us 

An epic sky tale of foe and friend had begun
We gazed. We starred. We dreamed
Nothing could have prepared us
Nothing had been written about its glory
Indigo colours encircled its core
Hazy lights acted as a sky highway
Interlinked, interconnected, intergalactic
First our planet, then their planet
We gave way, we gave in
Our journey at an end
A new one to begin
We had found our planet
Our people
Our nature
We smiled 
We blinked
We spoke
We said: Welcome home

                                               For the EPIC (OLD/NEW) Poem contest 

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The Place I Wanna Be

Remember the time that we used to see,
All the things that we thought we could be,
The dreams which once felt too bright,
Yet the sun came without the light,
The winter rain,
Falling from the heaven,
Wished the time to seize,
When we were eleven,
The age we barely know,
 Yet we feel it in the winter snow,
The moments keep flashing in front of me,
Because I know it’s not the place I want to be,
Rather a place I thought I’d like,
Yet the pain was unbearable the first time it strike,
The moon too is hiding from its shadow,
Like a bird alone singing in the meadow,
With no one noticing,
No one hearing,
But living in the world which has lost its caring,
Saw a boy playing with stones,
He must be five or seven,
Then I thought of us being eleven,
No worry for tomorrow,
No Brocken hearts,
No falling in love,
No failing charts,
Then came a voice,
Screaming from the sky,
‘Life’s hard, life’s dumb, but at the end it all die’,
Childhood is the place I want to be,
It’s the simple truth,
That no one see,
People act so wise,
They pretend what they can never be,
Yet I want to go back when I was eleven,
And spend some time,
Living in the world,
Which is thousand miles away,
Because there’s no way,
I could stay,
Ladder on ladder,
Step by step,
When we were in prep,
The rain came without the clouds,
I wondered a lot how that could be,
With all the things bestowed upon me,
Yet I want to be eleven again,
Wish I could walk again to that lane,
Lane which was so simple to cross,
Now it’s difficult,
It can’t be decided with a toss,
I remember that time,
That we used to see,
All those places that we want to be,
Those toffee cravings,
Those toys rack,
Those fantasies,
I wish,
To them I could go back.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Revised- Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle...

That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !

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End of Summer

If nothing else, the smell 
of wild grapes is proof enough.

Departing birds pepper the sky
in playful, rolling swaths,

and grasshoppers rummage
the fields. Quail feed

with eyes keen and alert,
and the red-tail fox, too.

Leaves in high pitch glory, 
dry, let go, to final resting places,
and nights of frost
pass by like gray-haired
mourners before a bier,
and from dried-out grass,

crickets wait to emerge 
like polished hearses.

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                           This is a song by Rascal Flatts that I have requested to
                                be played at my funeral in the very near future.

It must have been in a place so dark,you couldn't see the light,
reaching for you through that stormy cloud.Now here we are gathered
in our little home town,this can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.

(chorus) Oh why,that's what I keep asking,was there anything I could have
              said or done.Oh I had no clue you were masking,a troubled soul,
              GOD only knows,what went wrong,and why you would leave the
              stage in the middle of a song.                                                           

Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old,rounding third 
to score the winning run.You always played with passion no matter what 
the game,when you took the stage you shinned just like the sun.


Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze,a bolt of sun is
shinning on my face.The tangled thoughts I hear,a mockingbird sings,this 
world really ain't that bad a place.

               Oh why,there's no comprehending,but who am I to try to judge
               or explain.Oh but I do have one burning question?Who told you
               life,wasn't worth the fight,they were wrong,they lied,now your
               gone,and we cried,cause it's not like you to walk away in the 
               middle of a song.Your beautiful song.

                                                                          Song by Rascal Flatts

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Autumn days
Leaves are falling from the trees
Time's past so fast I can't believe
Been greatly blessed through all the years

Bodies age
Can't do what we used to do
Pain free days are all too few
Yet our grateful minds are still so clear

What an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
As husband and wife not one day bad
What an amazing journey we've had

Memories made
Our children blossomed in the Light
The Spring and Summer were so bright 
Happy sounds from family filled the ears

Love never fades
Though Winter's wind is in the air 
These autumn trees will soon be bare
Our hearts so full, reflective tears

What an amazing journey we've had
Yes, an incredible life we've had
Cherished every moment as mom and dad
What an amazing journey we've had

As husband and wife not one day bad
What an amazing journey we've had!

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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 | 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...

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I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me

Details | Ballad | |


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 | Double Dactyl | |

an autumnal moment

An Autumnal Moment 

The autumn light has faded it is night now, 
Heat lingers, melts the ice in my whisky.

 This is the best time of the day and I will
Not think of tomorrow’s day.

The terrace is full of fallen flowers and 
Only slowly they will blow away.

All traces of summer will be gone and
What’s left is a vague memory.

That once upon a time there was a spring, 
Summer and endless joys of youth.  

But I shall sleep easily in my bed as long as
I feel the good warmth of my lover.

And I will think how lucky I’m and hope 
I will slip into the deepest sleep before her. 

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Light is fading
It’s cold, abrasive
Facing longer nights
Green leaves mellow
Brown and yellow
Autumn has arrived

Misty mornings
Clock alarming
Body sense awry
Feel so jaded
Last night’s raving
Flashing through your mind

Drink hot coffee
Rush to catch the
Seven thirty-five
On the treadmill
Routine, thankful
Work keeps hope alive

Simply crazy when, every now and then
You want to bash your head against the wall
No longer feeling worth it all
Like you always thought you would

You live the life you choose
Or are you being used?
Now faking it, doesn’t raise a hit
You forfeit all or run with it
Lucky to be paid
And maybe later, dream of getting laid

Light is fading
It’s cold, abrasive
Facing longer nights
Green leaves mellow
Brown and yellow
Autumn has arrived

Details | Lyric | |

Paper World

Everything that's real passes me by
Cause I live on a sheet of paper
I could leave it anytime I want
Convincing myself there's always later

Writing about lives I've never lived
Scares me how I act beyond my age
As I'm fading into the background
Becoming a character on a page

In a fibrous bed
Is where I lay my head
The ink stains my clothes
Watch as I, decompose

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
Real life doesn't phase me and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

Just one marvelous frame in this world
My beauty is like the autumn leaves
Pretty to see, don't you know I'm dead?
Enshrouded by a blanket of make belief

Instead of trains I played with pencils
Literature in my box of toys
At 6 I held my books in wonder
Desire to intrigue, though I'm just a boy

I tire of real things
Pen holds my puppet strings
I have had enough
Poetry is my love

I'm too young to think this way
I should live and feel everyday
Always goes back to the pen with me
It's where I go to breathe and honestly
At times I prefer my paper world
Falling in love with artificial girls
Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start
Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game
I'm too young to think this way
Am I far too gone to be saved?

With enormous zeal
I burn oil by the desk
Drifting, fading, I
Become a child less and less

It's how I escape
This cold and earthly shell
Is it really me
You're talking to, can you tell?

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would
See me as a work of art, a wondrous look
I really don't think you could

Instead of a box beneath the ground
I'm a mere mortal striving to astound
Put me on a shelf and put me in your head
Bits and pieces of me to look at when I'm dead

Would you remember me like a good book?
At times I wish you would...

Entered  into the contest
"How Poetry Has become You"
Hosted by Michael J. Falotico

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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"

Details | Lyric | |


Did I ever think that distance
would have made me forget 
everything that love meant? 
Every passionate kiss
I gave you to delight your eager lips,
stayed on the mysterious lagoon
shining under the September moon
that crossed the starry universe!

No heart can be truly happy
letting go of every memory
that clung to yesterday,
what can make it stay?
When sleepless nights seem longer than days,
love should always remain true through absence! 

I have tried to share it with another,
but it didn't feel the same or better;
the vision of your happy smile
carried me to a distant time...
when happiness made us feel fine,
breathing in the scent of pines,
walking on paths covered with roses! 

Each thought and mile that separates us
is a reality that can only bring fright: 
when we feel terribly blue and seem lost...
with no hands to hold and no lips to kiss at night,
but love should always remain true through absence,
and if desire ends, passion will leave the lonely heart!  




Details | Lyric | |

As My Shadow

We run up and down the planes, hand in hand,
Smiling, laughing, adoring the sparkle in your eye band. 
We still question if this is reality or not,
But her beauty still blinds me so that we wouldn't be forgot. 

She follows my eye, she follows my heart,
I knew I would follow her from the start. 
Her skin on mine like my soul, 
Her scent on mine like a thief stole. 

Why does she keep treating me the way she does,
I no k don't deserve all her love and all her trust. 
So I'll continue to smile and holing her in the meadow, 
I'll keep holding her as if she were my own shadow.

Details | Lyric | |

Season's Gone

The generation’s pass now through your eyes
The spirit of what is gone now will arise
And in a better place free from lies

A gentle spring is all I could ask for		
The softest rains and the mystical breeze	
Our hair would blow in waves like the oceans
My backyard held adventures and mysteries

The speed and light went racing past obstacles
I can’t even see the past or my miseries
The summer hit me and fled while I watched it go on
Never knowing how we would be

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

The chill in the air passed through me so willfully
My heart and stomach dropped down so distantly
The luscious grays kept me from blending into
A fall of emotions ranked with virility 

The winter reveals loss for our loved ones
Its icy truth pushes strong while freezing the weak
Some can go again with a mind full of optimism
The rest will die alone with the meek 

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

Details | Lyric | |

Heartache's Hill

When you and I are lost sweet moments
fading in Time's book,
And ageing eyes gaze back in time
to see that special look,
Will we smile to see the fashions
we once dared to wear,
In our minds relive the passions
that still linger there.

Will our emotions be as strong
when dreams are far away,
And cinders deep recall the glow
of love by fire-play,
And chasing down the Autumn street
where laughter breaks the chill,
When youth was bright and love made light
of climbing heartache's hill.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Love For You

Did the world truly exist-
Before we loved?
With Mutual delights,
Shining splendor,
And dreams select;
An autumn day you appeared
 As my falling star searing brightly
 Across the black midnight sky,
Where all my wishes were;
Say you love me,
 If only for this day,
And if I whisper back, “I love you”,
Will you consider to forever stay?
Your loveliness a stronghold,
While I trace your loving warmth -
 My arms gather your body’s form,
My heart knows no other yesterday,
While in our tenderness we lay.
No masks to wear,
 No games to play,
I vow my love for you
 Never to betray,
The fruit of my honor
 I give to thee, and only thee.
I’ll long for you forever,
 I pray your love grows
Designed merely for me,
And every day I await your love-
 This you will eternally see.

Details | Canzone | |

Golden Autumn

Mellow Autumn ! Golden Autumn !
I am greeting you with leaves fall,
Saying "Goodbye !" with a crane's song,
And, as usual, waiting for a winter
By missing you... 

The yellow leaves are turning above our heads,
Reminding us of the past.
Who are you in love with ? 
Who is your friend ?
You tell me only that.
Fly into my window as a little cloud
To be dissolved in silence.
And do not look for a reason 
To become my guest. 

Rustle ! Rustle ! Rustle ! Mellow, Golden Autumn.
You are so beautiful, Reddish Maiden Nude !
Don't be sad, Dear, because winter is so close,
The falling leaves will capture my memories about you...

I will catch the last sunny ray
And detain it for a moment.
I will drink you up, so juicy, to the very bottom,
As a tincture of happiness and love.
You know, the fall weddings are always happy
And last long, just believe me. 
I will wait for a winter
But my door will be open for you
The entire year...

Details | Lyric | |

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"

Details | Lyric | |

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

Details | Lyric | |

I Stoped to Watch the Shadows Dance

I stopped to watch the shadows dance
  One silent autumn day,
The light embraced the sighing boughs,
  Scattering golds of May.

The breeze was soft upon my cheeks
   As feathers to the touch;
It took my scarf in playful grasp
  Unmindful of my clutch.

And now, alive and yet so silent,
  To earth the colours float,
Now empty though with life so full--
  The sea without a boat.

I must move on, don't trust my heart,
  Must go before I break.
Life is just a shadow passing--
  Reflections on a lake.

I'll come tomorrow in the dawn;
  I must not stay tonight.
The sun has gone and so must I,
  I'll come back with the light.

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 Kadell

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 | Lyric | |

The Prince of Peace

I sit in early morning
Waiting for your voice
The birds are singing the trees
I really have no choice,

But to thank you for this beauty
That surrounds me everyday
The trees and birds and flowers
I don’t know what to say.

You are the Prince of Peace
The one who sees me through
You calm the angry storm
When I don’t know what to do.

In my autumn years, Lord
I’m learning everyday
To listen for your voice
To let you lead the way.

You are my Prince of Peace
The calm I feel within
You touch my heart with grace
And tell me not to sin.

I look to you for guidance
I read your Book each day
I hear your voice inside me
Leading all the way.

I praise your name
And thank you
For all the love you gave
You sent the Prince of Peace
Hoping He would save.
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
©Copyright 2009
All Rights Reserved.

Details | Lyric | |

No More Seen

     Eyes have closed
     The yard is empty now 
    except for a few 
   lying captured in the grass
  like flies in a spider's web 
       You'll never forget 
   the lazy summer days
      of the bright colors of an 
        autumn evenings 
        spent here 
                amidst the grass
   and the fallen leaves 
           and a thousand
        tears cannot assuage 
        the pain 
       Sweet companionship 
        gone now 
          Conversations and 
       unanswered questions 
         gone into "the animal soup of time"
     They've cut down the 
            old cherry tree
     and my heart died with it

Details | Lyric | |

Love in Autumn

Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

Branches broken,
Tossed are we.
Hearts aren’t woven,
Love’s not free.

Clouds are shifting,
So’s the breeze.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

Snow is waiting,
Cold are we.
Future’s baiting,
Save not me.

Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

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 | Free verse | |


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

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

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

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 | Prose Poetry | |

Words Linger

You speak in a circus of symbols.
Perfection's presentation, alluring with the fact.
Mystery of minds, riddles set to toil in rhythm...
Yes, that's what you are.

You bare diversity, and lustful lore within your smile.
The sincerity of the captured moment adorns you when you laugh,
crinkle up your nose, and proclaim~ you're stoned.

Your quizzical genius is worn upon your brow.
The type that has to season to exist,
yet has been painted on your sculptured face since the age of innocents.
You are my timeless prodigy...
Yes, that's what you are.

You are clothed in sleeves of music above your most sacred instruments, my most sacred 
intruments~ your hands.
Your hands, O' how I could spend eternity kissing them without compromise.
For they create your love-craft, feeding the paper in verse and also creating my pleasures 
so precise.

Ah, your wine scented kisses.
Ever so softly they call to explore my wanton lips.
Tracing, tasting, devouring in feathered licks.
They too create lyric, lyric which sketches your script upon my skin.

The lyric which whispers through the trees and dances on the highest summit of open 
The lyric which sways on the reflection of untamed waters.
The lyric which engulfs the illumination of a full phased moon,
and plays in the honey warmth of the sun.
Yes, this is the lyrics written within your kiss...
Yes, that's what you are.

The echo of your voice entwines the patterns of my thoughts,
weaving an eminent design when you are absent.
The air of your accent charms my perception when you recite to me.
O' sing me your symbols each eve before I dream, dreams of you in purest colors.

A spiritual child, you hold my hand to pray to the Master.
A peaceful dove whom will not cower, when against the wrath of darkness.
A singer of songs.
A creator of dreams.
The madman of my amorous tale.
You touch and taste me in poetry.
You obey my senses and bathe in my 'churchild' serenity.

You are my lover, of love.
You follow me to only be lost within my sanctuary of solitude.
You are the promise of our spiritual breeze, to gently exhale on summer's last wishing flower, 

You are the gatekeeper of my heart's door, that opens the secrets of my spirit.
The true possessor of the mastered verse.
You are my autumn eyes, which blooms a rose eternal.
Forever, I shall feel the imprinted reason of your breath upon my flesh,
and when you whisper your vows to me~ words linger...
Yes, that's what you are.

Details | Lyric | |

Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013

The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene

Details | Lyric | |

Autumn in our city, City in our autumn

Our sun is weak
In efforts to fill up our sky today
It’s bleak, a softness of gray marches in
Blanketing our forecast
Mild autumn, cool breeze	
Peaceful, rolling low
Dead leaves sweeping around
New pavement cracking ground
An acoustic dance they tap
Out comes a rustling beat
Chasing one another gracefully
Down our city streets
Boisterous hoards of vehicles
Slither and hiss
Creeping their way through
Our city grid
Every so often
Muscular trumpet engines, become outdone

Let’s revert to a momentary handsome jungle scene
Watch and listen with care
As we relish an obtuse family of king elephant’s, trembling 
Warring a melancholy parade
Through mothers natural bad lands
Hammering earths ground 
With their massive bone crunching feet
Wake up; shake off your visionary nod
Back to the sounds, back to the sights
Back to our tender autumn city nights

A Bass filled honorable horn
Explodes and stretches
Out from an engine train
Vividly flexible slithering through our city
Bouncing off buildings, rolling down alleys
Sliding down rooftops, through slivered windows
Into our homes
As I sit back and observe
This miraculous painting
Of a finely stroked autumn day
I fall in love with the sights and sounds
Which bark and cruise upon her canvas spread
Graceful or not
Beautiful and ugly
Spills or mishaps
O thou spices of our lives
Beauty has been splashed
Upon this land, mighty grand
Even to a family of three or four
So small a note
To the makeup of her….masterpiece composer
Are we grateful? Are we selfish full of lingering lust?
A low storm hungry,
Rolling over grand mountains
Nearly black, pushing east
A shimmering assault of rain shall be released
Once her sky opens up
Like soldiers Para jumping
From a gang of war planes
I render it’s still a bit to warm
For a christening of our seasons first snow
I guess…… you never know
The wildness that can bleed out of our autumn city streets
As we plant future angelic seeds

Details | Lyric | |

Days and Counting

                                            I was a stranger, 
     The first day I was a stranger, the day I met you was serendipity
             The second day I became your friend, I had an epiphany.
     The third day I wanted to see you, not as a stranger but as an admirer

              The Fourth day I became an admirer of your personality.

                     Days had gone by, than came months and years.

                                       Life is short that I know,
 Of what I don’t know, is how I had to live by all these years without knowing you!

                                Autumn came and left without good byes.
                           Spring came and said, ‘have you met her yet?’

                                   Summer came as a weary man,

       And left only to leave behind the barren guilt for beauty he wasted.               

                             Winter came and she said, ‘oh. Where is she? 
                                So that the cold that I bring would let you 

                  Hold each other to keep warm; at last I am alone like thee’

                                                  Days and counting 

            Of days I could have spent and days I could have been with you.

Details | ABC | |

Could be

 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

Details | Lyric | |

Pathway to Peace

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

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

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Synthetic Love

Written May 1, 2013

Where does it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began

Love is such a simple thing
Why does it dangle on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Waiting for the start of spring

The autumn harvest left me here
A new day breeds the new year
Romantics drop like leaves
From a tree so easily

Where's it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began

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It' s  all numb ,its all numb.
Feelings  are gone.
Crumbled to pieces.
Walked the autumn roads.
Thinking of someone to hold.
On the lonely roads. 

It's all numb ,it' s all numb.
It's all numb ,it' s all numb.
Turned back........
Gulmohar  leaves felt like own.
Every autumn they left grounded
Even  being trees  soul.........
They uttered  "you 're just a 
small human "......
We have to perish every autumn 
and left alone........
After being a soul to someone......
"You -re just a small human"........
It's all numb, it's all numb.

You came alone,you have to live alone. 
There is no one to hold.
Palms met those leaves.
And those leaves fled away.
To live alone.
Thought me to live alone

It's all numb ,it' s all numb
It's all gone, it's all gone. 
    now its all gone.

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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

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Gray-eyed Prince

The birches and the lindens –

in hair have fire.

On the road is noise –

The white horse runs. 

Autumn, as a sorrow,

has spread everywhere.

Where, from whom

do you hasten,

my Prince with the gray eyes? 

Night has lowered its black velvet downwards,

Month ate stars –

And has bitten own language.

Hi, Prince!

Stop your horse, please,

And take me with you!

We shall rush off very far

And we shall sing songs of joy

instead of our grief.

We shall rush off together with a wind,

And our eyes will be laughing again!..

But already, Morning came back,

and my Prince is not near me any more 

Only again, there is Admiralty,

The magnificent Hermitage near Neva, 

the yellow leaves on the water

and shout of machines and trams in autumn St. Petersburg.

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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.

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The arrival of Autumn

The autumn has come from fogs.
She lowered on a white cloud,
but has waved a scarf of red. 
The flock of cranes flew up and away.
Autumn smiled.
The forests sparkle with gold,
Autumn rocked her shoulders,
And leaves scattered with a crunch
Along the ground - gold carpets!

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autumn night

the river seemed to wind forever amongst the golden trees
the sunshine made a lazy day amid the autumn breeze
the green of mountains up above cascading streams below
thats how the autumns used to be on nights so long ago

there was such beauty in the land with blue grey skies above
you could here waters buff the sand and robins sing of love
i heard a whipperwill cry low a dove sent back the call
a bluejay perched upon a bough i thought he would surely fall

down by the river where i would go to spend some time at night
i would watch the twinkling of a star till it went out of sight
so much to view at setting sun a beauty to behold
the silence of an autumn night back in the days of old

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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.

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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

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And I smile again

 Ah, how I have tired of myself!
I am the white crow plus 33 misfortunes!
The dark blots are in my destiny.
Hope and Belief do not want to communicate with me.
They have become tired.
I do not condemn them – they have clients
who are more successful, who hear them easily. 
But I have remained alone, and I sit
on the edge of a silent grove.
How and when did I arrive here?
How did I know this road?
Perhaps, at last, the largest Trouble has regretted
what she has done to me
and has brought me here,
closer to God?
Ah, how the heavens here are affable and kind!
I feel love from trees and their friendship!
The gold and crimson forests stand up
in an autumn temple service, and I am among them.
And I – already almost same as they:
I am not failure person,
not the outsider! I am a part of earth!
I, too, am the Birch with gold hair!
I bend down my crown to the ground
and I smile again.

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Our September

Dedecated to my American friend, UrsulaT.Gibson

Today Summer leaves St.Petersburg.
August has already prepared the suitcases.
His plane will depart after 12 hours of night.
At the same time other plane will land in my city.
Autumn will arrive in it.
Heads of trees still have their magnificent green curls,
There are many flowers still on my balcony.
But the sun is no longer tender,
But rain already cries beyond the window.
Tomorrow September will knock on our doors.
What he will be?
Gentle and fine?
Or cool and sad?
But somewhere in far California
you, my friend, continue to enjoy warm summer.
Your roses are blossoming,
Your cats lie in the shadows and converse with you.
At night the stars guard your dreams.
Several years ago
I did not know that there is such beautiful name, Ursula.
Now this name is present every day
In my letters, thoughts and poems.
Dear Friend! 
Look at the night sky.
You will see a small star and will understand,
This is my soul has arrived to tell to you "Hi! "
While I sleep.
Hi, Ursula! 
I hope, that this autumn will be our friend
And will bring us both good luck!

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Autumn Day

I heard them shouting from the other room
I watched as the bitterness starts to bloom
and I can't wait to finally leave soon
the TV screen told it was my last day.

These tears that I've cried won't stop the rain
but it will open away all this hidden pain.
I've already been told to kill myself on the inside,
because its about conforming in and the outside.

And I still watch the ceiling crumbling.
I can't seem to walk without tumbling.
I already can't wait to leave soon.
Its already said on the news it's my last day.

I leave it myself to believe
the muse I love is out to retrieve.
My heart before its last beat
to save me bore their mission is complete.

Save me, save me.

I see you on the other side of the street.
Calling my name, wanting to meet
so I don't have to leave soon
you're the muse that saved me on this autumn day.

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Autumns Passing Tears

While lying on my side in bed
I stare through windowpane and shade
And watch the autumn season fade
With every falling golden dead;
And with each leafs descent to ground
A sadness seeps into my soul.
I turn around then lose control
And shed my tears without a sound.
Why must this season loveliness
Take leave from me each passing year
And take with it all I hold dear
And leave me with this emptiness?

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Like a bitter taste and an acid stinging flavor,
Your sour flow I contemplate and savor.
Over to our spot walking through the night alone, 
and hoping you cared enough to come here on your own,
but its uncomfortably empty and the spot is dark where,
thought was the same and love became aware,
reminsing through the chain of memories provided
wading in a story all lost and decided

I'm here to remember you,
here, to remember you.

sensing the difference in time and space and all that's changed,
summer into autumn in every way I feel estranged,
in that misty breeze once filled with intimate connection,
now blows in the truth of failure and rejection,
and the swampy distilled energy conveying our ended communion
the easy winded reads display the movement of my wounded emotion.
Even the stars that shine once relinquished all walls and resistance,
now they shine just to remind me of the mental and physical distance.

Still, I'm here to remember you,
here, to remember you.

to torture myself I prefer to the apathetic numb,
cause the pain of you is still a piece of you,
or I wouldn't I wouldn't have come
Wouldn't have come, couldn't have come here.

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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


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!

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I See God

I see God's face in each sunrise, I have seen His face in the dew. I can see His face in each raindrop, That falls as tears, from skies of blue. I see God's face in each springtime, On dew watered blades of grass. I oft gaze at flowers and marvel, Why He gave man such class. In summer, God's in fields of grain, And in the mighty oaks that bend. But most of all He's seen by me, In the face of a Christian friend. His face I see each autumn time, As leaves float to the ground. I'm reminded that in each snowflake, His face there too is found. I need but to look about to see, His stamp is on the great and small. I'll not traverse life without Him, For I know not the hour He'll call.

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Leaving and De-leaving

I am your deepest blinding light
someone you've scarcely met
I'm everything you've ever known,
but chosen to forget.

I am the Lord of Poconos,
I'm everything to lose,
the southwind is my resting place
we blow where I may choose.

I'll lead you on a treasure hunt,
a voyage through the mind,
to Treasure Islands never known
and never meant to find.

I am someone who'll never die,
the author of my fate,
part of each thought you'll ever know,
I'm love, and I am hate,

there is no end to what I do,
my mind is your domain,
I am your thought, each breath you take
I am your summer rain,

and drifting in an autumn wind,
each leaf is yours to hold,
and you will know I'm there as well,
not young, but never old.

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Ballad about Autumn

Have you ever visited those places,

Where the Autumn goes away from us?

Where on the magical scales are 

All our thoughts, our senses and plans?

There TIME –  the eternal Weigher,

Who is always relentless and incorruptible, 

As the most greedy usurer

Weighs our hours and minutes.

There azure expanse flows down from sky

To the castle’s dry leaves. 

There my Autumn with golden hair

Sits near a window.

Her eyelashes are heavy, 

Her eyes are always sad.

She has come to this place 

To be rescued from malicious insults.

The furious wind shouted curses at her.

A blizzard also threatened her. 

But Autumn still waited:

Suddenly he will come and say, «Hi!» 

And will rescue her from troubles and evil, 

He – her eternal fiance August. 

And, as always, he will sing beautiful songs

And will give many red flowers to her.

But all is over!

She must hide in her castle very quickly!

She has gone away.

Grief has hung above the old castle

But in one year

Cheerful August will return to her!

Flowers and songs will be again,

And there will be her beautiful love

And after that – mad fury of her enemies –

of the cold wind and malicious blizzard. 


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Love Poem

Can I write you a love poem? a poem that'll be a loved poem,
A poem that when you read it you know you're being loved wrong.
A poem sweet as a winter kiss -
          - a summer hug -
          - an autumn touch -
A simple bliss, I wonder if love can make your frown often blush.

I will write you a love poem that makes you drip a black sweat,
It'll make your body tingle, arms, fingers, back, and neck.
A poem sweet as a jelly bean -
          - a candy's cream -
          - a holiday treat -
Written free, a warm love poem smooth called floetry.
                                                               I want to finish this love poem....

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Big Sister

If her pain serves to please you
She is all out of words
If her joy won’t amuse you
Her trust will be reserved
She’s begun to realise
That she’s not all at fault
Deep beneath those hate-filled words
She sees your true revolt

Oh such verbal skill you have
Howls harsh reality
As deep beneath the silence
Screams your veracity
Buried ashes of someone
Who hasn’t even wilted
She’s still alive, so don’t give up
Connections are just jilted

Wade through the stupidity
of your churlish stubborn ways
That negative energy
To get you through the days
Rummage for responses
Slave labour you can keep
Contagious as those bitter words
Adrenaline pumps deep

Pull in those reigns that haunt you
Take off your amour now
Bite your nails down to the quick
This hurt you should allow
Be sorry, please recognise
All those wasted chances
Now they’re gone, and it’s too late
All-in wicked glances
Comments shoot straight to the bone
Leave scars the blades so sharp
Immune to those words she’s known
Leave pin pricks in her heart

To peel away in the heat
Leave her raw and exposed
Naked, pour out empty threats
Words are super imposed
Skin etches out the journey
Grows each autumn and spring
Overbearing bitterness 
Twisted comments brewing
You will not admit but some days you miss her
Your partner in crime, your big sister

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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.

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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

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Farewell to Autumn

Again, Autumn leaves us.

Somebody shouts «Trouble, Misfortune!» 

We shall not accuse the wind

which has torn off all leaves.

Autumn goes away imperceptibly,

like the wife who 

no longer likes her marriage.

She only will smile nodding affably,

And from  rain, as from fruit of the vine, 

we are already drunk.

Leaves fly from trees like birds.

We want to sing and love.

We take a shawl as protection

from a laughing blizzard

and put it on the frozen linden tree. 

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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.

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This Autumn


This autumn has not wanted 

to be my friend

She did not call me to attend her party 

and celebrations were very much, 

even very much of warming 

and little light for me.

All my beautiful flowers on my balcony have faded. 

But the flight of many birds is so disturbing,

And red fires of leaves blaze around.

The pain will be dissolved in bad weather,

And someone will play under my window

a solo song of guitar which is crying. 

When the evening lights arrive 

They will spread the stars generously 

to a balcony, to the street, into an old garden.

The drunken wind will break leaves from many trees, 

and a falling of leaves will begin in the city.

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Always Always Always

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As the light fades 
           over the city
The masses head home 
            and peace descends 
over the metropolis
           Sweet autumn evening 
is calling us
     The trees seem like
         in the gathering gloom 
Let's see what waits 
         for us 
Underneath the starlit 
The lure of sleep 
         is getting stronger 
The masses - and ourselves
       wait for 
a new and tender night 
       Arms reach around 
a thousand torsos
       A dark monument 
is being built
      composed of our senses
our dreams, our lives

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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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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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After leaving summer

How early the summer has disappeared!
Maybe blizzards stole it?
Trees wave branches desperately, 
hoping to recapture summer.
How sad the ancient lantern is!
Maybe, it has recollected mild evenings?
The drunk wind gave a hug to the birch
and filled two more glasses with vodka.
How soon the bright sky has faded ! 
It has grown dull and grey,
because kisses by the sun are missing.
But, despite the autumn cool,
the birch under my window
continues to smile at both the wind, and rain.

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Do you hear the gentle whisper

Do you hear the gentle whisper
          of the falling autumn leaves?
When the nights are getting crisper,
          but the heart – it still believes,
That tomorrow will be brighter,
That the sun will melt the ice,
It’s the ice I see inside your deep blue eyes.

Do you know why clocks are ticking
            so much slower than before?
Why my thoughts of you are weeping,
            and the eyes look at the door?
It’s because you never left me,
In my memories you’re still
The most beautiful creation of free will.

So if I could ask just one thing,
           as this moment passes by,
Was this love a simple “nothing”
           and should we just say goodbye?
Do you hear the gentle whisper,
of the falling autumn leaves?
It’s the sound of my heart that still believes.



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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


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Motion of a Fall

Leaves no longer held-aloft by their deciduous vaults
Clutter gutters and breezily sweep streets and rest 
On right and left road sides, bright and red. 
Tunnels formed by old trees meeting arc
Across city-streets and campus-sidewalks.

The bright red light shreds right
Through the quasi-dismal damp 
Fog and is mirrored in the ditch’s bog.
The yellow is less aggressive, 
More slow to say “hello,
Nomad, pause your show of bursts
Of fabricated steel and what is unreal.”
Trees colored green recollect when
They were tenderfoot, preempting
The Fall of unawakened Autumn, 
But tend towards following their peers.

Leaves stand in the back of a room, 
Stand in the forefront of the meteorological gloom
And trickle their color onto the gray   
Sidewalk once bland and wet as the sky,
Now leaf-littered and shimmering with glances of upright reality;
Colors whet on the watery walkway
By flattened leaves and reflections of trees. 

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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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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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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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And the meadow flowers will blossom again!


Along the forest roads we hastened behind a wind,

We searched for good luck among meadow flowers, 

And the simple words which someone said casually

we took as truth, and we prayed about them.

We were not afraid of storms, but afraid of rest,

We danced and sang before a noisy crowd, 

We waited for a meeting with unearthly love,

And the hope for us was by a guiding star.

Soon the last of autumn will burn down,

All winds have become angry, and flowers have faded.

The destiny has deceived us, has not even taken by the sailors,

That is why all ships float away without us.

If at night you go near the old park,

You will see strange lilac light.

We in our circus burn candles ends 

of the unreal, but desirable years.

Do not shout, please! It is unnecessary publicity.

Look at the window covered with mosses.

There is a haven here for everyone who had fiasco and came to grief:

a stage, a shabby curtain, the screen for cinema.

Jesters! Beat your tambourines! Poets! Sing your songs!

Acrobats, leap about and show your skill and talent!

The spectator promises us, the summer will return,

And the meadow flowers will blossom again!


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Four Kinds of Lonely

There’re four kinds of lonely, and I know them all,
One of them’s summer, and one of them’s fall,
One of them’s winter, and one of them’s spring—
There’re four kinds of lonely, to each one I sing.

In spring-time I think of that year when we met,
In summer I think how you hadn’t left yet,
In autumn I think how you left like the leaves,
In winter I hear you when wind hits the eaves.

In spring-time I look at those flowers you grew,
In summer I walk through the woods we once knew,
In autumn I miss you, and I always will,
In winter I stand by your stone in the chill.

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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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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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My Wig (

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

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Fiona's Song

Slow my heart as autumn is coming
and I'm crossing the street just to meet you.
Your eyes never end in green and in glass, 
and the ring on your finger is heavy and new.
The sky is just the right contrast of colors
to frame you under the still burning leaves
I'm hoping you're humming my favorite song
while under your breath my lost harmony frees

Souls locked and leaning like the trees scolding winter
with our arms intertwined and immersed
in the rhythm of the gait of our bundled up feet
still finishing one another's thoughts unrehearsed
When does the artist become her lost song?
You're feeling dark and I now feel it too,
but we'll sort out the details in the still brilliant air
and leave the remains for the winter to sort through

Your voice will always be steady to me
and I know that I'll find you if lost
The winter is known for it's soulless kidnapping
while deep in anxiety we crackle with frost
So let's relish this moment of purity breathing
Let's wish like the sky isn't raining with leaves
For one more fine moment the sunshine is shining
and it's there for the taking for the one who believes...

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Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin*

Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows

and at cultivated fields and forests,

 the small villages and big cities

of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.

The white ships float past,

They salute  the old soldier and ask its blessing. 

Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples 

in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,

In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits.

The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps.

It observes all around and welcomes the ships,

recollects the events, the dates, people.

Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also, 

Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod, 

on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.

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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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The art of nature

Nature’s uses chromatic tones in her pallet scheme
She blends them well it seems 
Rich browns to dust her grounds 
Sapphire blue above in orb 
Running clear where water is absorbed 
Perhaps the hue of silver now and then 
As the color of the house wren 
Swirls of brunt amber brushed on limbs 
Maybe some yellowish brown on the trims 
Wonderful jade and olive green 
The great makings of a garden scene 
Yes nature knows what colors work best 
That’s why she paints red on a robin’s breast 
Then in autumn her colors are vivid and handsome
The surrounding feeling is high and gleesome  
Crimson and orange peel 
All her colors have great eye appeal 
A dab of yellow and hint of light green 
Make fall truly an artist dream
I say nature is a teacher of sorts 
Because even in the ground she has colored quartz
Nature uses chromatic tones in her pallet scheme 
And all of them are a earthy theme

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A Game with Death

Deep within the confines of my mind, I play a game with Death itself
The pieces set, black against white, the game played a thousand times before
I move the pawns to block the enemy line, and I feel a tinge of empathy
The pawn and I, so alike, both pieces in someone else’s game, expendable
The greater pieces, knights and rooks, bishops, and queens protect the king
The King, the representation of my mind, if defeated so shall I fall
The pawns charge and clear the way against the line of Death’s allies
Reaching to the sky for their chance at glory, but stricken down before
Death’s cold and brilliant moves seduce me, like a forbidden dance
Haunting and frightening, but tempting all the same, I allow the moves
The pieces fall like leaves from an autumn tree, a piece of me dies with them
For this is no mere game I realize, but the struggle against the embrace of oblivion
And I’m losing, the king backed into a corner, no way out with foes in pursuit
The king in hopeless retreat moves further into defeat, and I tremble
My hand reaches for something, could it be that I’ve succumbed to failure?
I take the king in hand and it falls to its side, the match is forfeit to Death
But as I offer my hand to him, embracing my fate, the phantom simply smiles
A chill smile not seen, but felt in the heart, a stinging pain that told me his intent
He would not take me to the afterlife, but abandon me to a life of pain and hardship
Just like so many times before, the game played over the course of a lifetime
And Death cheats every time, every loss becomes another chance for misery

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The cold winds blow

It's as if before you know winter has taken the great landscapes
a snow too much for mankind preparations but we are not to be driven
to our confines despite, the masses bundled warm speed slowed 
trek outings to their respective loves even though the cold winds blow
in renewed crisp air the certain thrive, there's no wonder He can't give shape to
so infallible in shifting winds is the heart unfelt by anything other than currents of warmth
without looking back and thinking how lucky we were, we put the rush on something 
beautiful but here and now is a short lived blessing left are many to confess
they are chilled by the cold and harried at journeys end, all for survival of endless friendship 
even though the cold winds blow
in renewed crisp air the certain thrive, there's no wonder He can't give shape to
so infallible in shifting winds is the heart unfelt by anything other than currents of warmth
when autumn leaves scurry sidewalks again there will be delight in the ensuing freeze
even though the cold winds blew, remnants of possibilities remain awake
that kind of magic happening for so few, springs to life anew.

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Before you my dream

I captured you in a dream
fell in love with you there

before you dreamed of me
of me you were unaware

we sat in an autumn field
filled with mist and snow

we held hands and talked
until the heavy rains flowed

we walked along an abandoned

...and beckoned to wild geese-

we strolled along a lazy river
we rested and fell asleep

I awoke to find you by my side
our hands still held 
and my heart filled
with glee-

To this day my dear my
cherished one

you are always my love
my dream

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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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Like some remnant of my mind's invoice,
I see you still, like Godliness' true choice
does see forever, as a whisper quiets a voice -
I see you - only love could so rejoice!

While, autumn and the greens, once full and fresh,
I stumbled, wondered - will I see my love in mesh
of colors changing as the air's obsess
would freeze each hanging leaf in its possess -

I see you and with fall or winter blest,
that only God's true promise proves His test!

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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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Old Summer sags, and whispers, "Las".
I see her breathe in the slowing grass.
Stirs the Autumn her skirts of fire;
Winter's hands reach, freeze desire.
Spring swings 'round with radiant face,
Young Summer catches, passions brace!

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Dedicated to Wendy MacDonald from Australia

2. There is Autumn 

in the Australia, in the Russia

The red-haired Autumn has come to Russia.

She has painted all the leaves 

of the trees 

with gold colour.

The Wind and the Rain love her very much.

She dances the Parting Waltz

With them both.

At just this time, leaves 

are departing from their trees.

They are beginning their own dance,

named «Fall of the Leaf».

Then Autumn is singing

her lullaby-song

for orphaned trees,

for stray dogs and cats,

for the damp rain,

for the sparrows and crows,

And for the frozen earth, too.

Autumn is singing her lullaby-song

about the tropical, hot country, Australia 

Where there are eucalyptus,

And fern forests, the Pacific ocean,

And the mysterious mountains.

In this magic country live kind, funny friends:

Kangaroos, Koalas, Cockatoos, and Emu.

Now they are dreaming about Russian Autumn:

in her corona from yellow leaves,

in her red rowan’s beads,

and with her favourite friends:

with wind, and sorrowful rain. 



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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.

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Running away



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!»