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Windowpanes

An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and 
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of 
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field 
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community 
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound 
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the 
evening to be appropriate for the purpose. 
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical 
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that 
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the 
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by 
our café.

When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew, I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true, A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent. I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more. Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore, The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry, As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by. The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes. The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve. My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before. She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside, And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride. Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart, For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part. Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear. The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years, Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears, When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew, And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.


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The Rose

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

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

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

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





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Mellifluous Autumn

Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing,
though the ardent yellow sun grows faint;
blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness.
like babies at breast, show no restraint.

Mellow ripeness splays rich-toned color;
the trees raise scarlet armed applause.
Red-brown and gray, small creatures hurry
stowing provisions for winter's pause.

September 1, 2014


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AUTUMN'S SPLENDOROUS BEAUTY

Splendor of Autumn in its glorious bloom Bestowing us with nature's gifts precious Fragrant orchards with their ripened looms Tempting aroma of the fruits luscious. To the Autumn born, the season appeals As I inhale lungfuls of the festive air Drum beats reverberate, child's gleeful squeals We celebrate Autumn with unique flair! Auburn hues of the flora flourishing Trekking dry hilly trails with impish pride Vibrant beauty of fauna simply ravishing Toddler enjoying his piggy back ride! Armed with dry sticks tiny hands fiddle To catch the colorful flipping butterflies Beneath pattering feet crispy leaves crinkle The sail-boat clouds drifting through blue-glass skies. On a pond blossoming with lilies and lotuses They empty their left-over dewy wet delights Nature basks in sunlight's golden caresses The whole cosmos soaks in wonderful sounds and sights! 17/08/2012


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Embryonic Time Travelers

Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos

Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back in a quest to erase
Effects of the technology we embrace

With smog blocking sun’s rays, skin has turned gray
Bodies thin as meat exits the food parade
Reproduction is challenged by low-grade genes
Sad Earthlings search the past and like what they see

Tan, healthy bodies adorned by hairy manes
Fertile women who suckle innocent babes
Men of great strength who clear forests with axes
Strong immune systems when a virus attacks

In sore need of genetic material
Large-brained grays devise a means for time travel
Abductees are beamed to aircraft by bright rays
Frightened while forced to donate their sperm and eggs

Time travelers say nothing, perhaps ashamed
To be stealing from ancestors in this way
Capacity for learning greatly enhanced
But the grays know nothing of sex or romance

When farmers find signs of mutilated cattle
Such evidence should not provoke a call to battle
If future man’s life is genetically revived
Meat may be required to keep humans alive

Don’t hide in terror when you see colored lights
Spinning in circles on chilly autumn nights
Close encounters, but abductees’ lives are spared
Returned to their homes by captors who care

Consider the fate of new generations
If you’re called upon to make a “donation”
Experiments grays perform may seem absurd
But they may be trying to save our own world


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The Waltz of the Leaves

Elegant Goldie and handsome Leaf Red
Brushed one another, thus happened to meet
mid-air, where Goldie by Red then was led
In one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three beat.

Gliding and twirling, they waltzed all around,
Up the hill, down the hill, over a stream.
Sliding but never quite touching the ground,
Like Fred with his Ginger, they danced like a dream.

Goldie was glowing with sun’s going down.
Red seemed like crimson against twilight sky.
Rustling his suit while she whirled in her gown,
They glittered while wafting first low and then high.

Nature was humming the Falling Leaves song;
Chill autumn breezes kept urging them on.
Fluttering fluttering all the night long,
With hoot owls hoo-hooing, they danced until dawn.

Suddenly, all became still in day’s light.
The couple was parted, for wind ceased to blow.
There came drifting down something moist and white.
Farewell, pretty leaves.  Now is Dance of the Snow.

Andrea Dietrich
10/2/11

For Francine Roberts' Nature Story Contest


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Amidst the Mists

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With naked wrists and darkest souls,
She slams her fists against the bars,
And still she screams she sees the ghosts.

Through summer days and autumn nights,
Through season’s end and blinded sights,
They keep her down and clip her wings,
To mute the lovely song she sings.

In troubled times for modest lives,
To see the truth beyond the lies,
As time goes by and death comes 'round,
Her body’s cast upon the ground.

Through hearts of ice and hands of stone,
The devil’s wife’s possessed the throne.
But even though pain’s at it’s most,
She’ll still admit she’s seen the ghosts.


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Autumn Rain

...				Summertime is growing weary.
				Welcome to the autumn rain,
				A new season taking over
				Hydrating the earth again.

				Arid land with celebration
				Greedily absorbs each drip,
				With the dry and dusty flora
				Raising eager mouths to sip.

				Running rivulets of water
				Turning grasses back to green.
				It is showering time for nature
				Every plant a new washed sheen.

				Summer lingering in spasms,
				She must abdicate with grace.
				This is changing of the seasons.
				Fall is slipping into place.

				Autumn dressed in leaves of color
				Gold and scarlet, every tone.
				Pre-apology for winter
				With a splendor all  her own.


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Autumn Sensations

Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.

Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.

Autumn brews warm concoctions 
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas, 
Which soothe our frayed emotions.

Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.

©   08-16-2012
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest


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Into Autumn we Walked

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

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

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

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

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






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


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Mystical Forest

The Summer was coming to an end
As the colours of the trees now speak
So I headed to my little clearing in the woods
Saddened that they have lost their peak

But other views excite me
As I look to the greens turning brown
There are butterflies on their very last flight
As the leaves form a golden gown

But this is much more than a clearing
It's a magical mystical place
If your quiet enough and you are in the right spot
You will be lucky enough to be graced

For against the backdrop of the forest
An image so rarely seen
In majestic pose this mythical beast
Can be seen through the fading green

Every time it makes an appearance
The Autumn fairy enters the scene
Swirling the leaves as she spins in a dance
The unicorn is not just a dream

The leaves now begin to settle
Like a jigsaw they carpet the ground
Toadstools stand proud in ripened pose
As I marvel at nature's surround

My eyes now scout the peripheral
I see a fox, and elves in the trees
To see what I have seen on this end of Summers day
If your not with me, there's just no guarantee





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-15.php


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You Were Always There

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

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

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

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


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Apple Pickin' Time

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs, 
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

It's time for apple pickin',
Down on the rural farm,
And Halloween treat or trickin',
With some rustic country charm.

From the beginning of September,
To the last day of November,
We will be gone apple pickin',
Makin' fun moments to remember.

Pick those crisp, red McIntoshs,
And warm some caramel for dippin',
Pick those green Granny Smiths,
And heat some cider for sippin'.

None of you will be sobbin',
Cause right before your eyes,
There's a game of apple bobbin',
And some homemade apple pies.



Written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest -  
"Apple Pickin' Time"


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Old Age

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

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


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Autumn Air

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

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

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

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

Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”


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The Autumn Of Our Lives

Autumn of our Years

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

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

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

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


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Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.





March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"


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Ode To Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season,
The green leaves are turning red,
Falling with no rhyme or reason,
They are crisp, gnarled, and dead.

Lightly they fall in the chilly air,
The leaves are brown, orange, and yellow,
Brightly, they tumble without a care,
Indian summer days are beginning to mellow.

Gray clouds form, you rarely see the sun,
Through tree branches, see the cold wind blow,
The leaves come cascading down, one by one,
And, at any minute now, it could start to snow.


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The Ballad of Your Loss

The October sky is crying,
   Pelting the ground with tears.
Remembering the days of yore,
   Of when…you was happily here.

The October winds are lonely,
   They can no longer caress your face.
They grope and moan across the prairie,
   Yearning…your warm embrace.

When you left us that August,
   Your departure was too stout.
You used to flood us with presence,
   But now there is a drought. 

As the sky keeps on turning,
   I miss you more each day.
As my heart keeps on beating,
I dedicate to you…my everyday.
   
You will always be the neighbor,
   That never turned an eye.
And I will never forget the day,
   You entered that Autumn sky.

And when I dream of you,
   My soul seems to turn and toss.
For in my heart…will always play,
   The ballad of your loss.


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Amidst a Forest of Green

Amidst a forest of green
Alone a stone cottage stands
In a setting so serene
Surrounded by natures grand

Majestic pillars grow skywards
Firs, elms and oaks 
Amidst this forest of green
The beauty of it soaks

The seasons control its carpets
Amidst this forest of green
In winter with coverings of snow
Springing buds claim the scene

The plants explode into life
Allowing summers colours to show
Amidst this forest of green
Petals in rainbow flow

The mourning of autumn follows
Golden browns show what was once serene
The cycle of natures seasons flow
Amidst this forest of green




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php


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Four seasons

Winter paints with snowflakes white
Spring adds a touch of green

Summer takes butterflies in flight
And Autumn is a beauty to be seen


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Some Time in a Meadow



Stopping at a little meadow by the road
To rest and watch the busy swallows fly
Summer fading ,feeling the pull of autumn 
Hearing again the geese's mournful cry

Brown and gold the carpet before me
The leaves dropping in colorful disarray
I have the urge to gather them to my breast
And remember forever this unique display

Now the years are rushing with abandon
So many more behind me than ahead
The meadow will be here after I am gone
With this years beauty safely put to  bed


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Amidst Golden Gowns

Alone I sit in a dreamy state
Remembering last night whilst I contemplate
We sat down to dinner looking out across the bay
Playing footsie under the table in loving display

Scented candles wafted their presence aired
Street orbs left us shadowed at the table we shared
The evening breeze on this Autumn day past
Whimpers as it settles, stillness at last

We arise, we walk along historic harbour walls
Amidst golden gowns, only leaves are now in fall
Waves lap the shores whilst birds voice overhead
Blending into the darkness as we wonder what's being said

Every so often we would stop to share a kiss
Knowing we have our tomorrow's fills me with bliss
Remembering last night whilst I contemplate
Alone I sit in a dreamy state










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php


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Sweets for the Sweet

There’s a nip in the air and it’s time to be scary
as goblins and gremlins abound;
monsters, the un-dead, in hideous costumes
who stumble, yet don’t make a sound.

But Hannah and he went as Arthur and Guinevere, 
friends ever since second grade,
thinking that they would get oodles of loot
for the lovable couple they made.

Appealing to parents, romantics at heart,
who had suffered too much from the gore,
they were stately and regal, dressed up to the nines,
representing two sweethearts of yore.

Judging by weight, and the shape of their booty, 
they got way far more than their share,
jack o’ lanterns were sputtering, sparklers died out
as they strolled, hand in hand, through the square.

Sifting through carefully, sorting their stuff, 
he was looking for two Hershey’s Kisses,
he found two in bottom, beneath a crushed Kit-Kat,
an omen, a moment of bliss.

They ate them in silence as he walked her home
‘neath the oak trees on Old Orchard Grove,
on that cold Autumn night as he kissed her just right
they felt warmth, the first inkling of love!


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Autumn Years

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

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

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

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


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Autumn Daunting Goes

Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know.
Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show.
The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display
Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away.

Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green,
Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene.
Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing,
Formidable autumn is a daunting thing.

Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues,
Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues.
Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind.
Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend.
 
Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze,
At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze.
Leaves parade golden in fall’s nippy breeze.
We are highly joyful—God does things like these!


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Autumn's Breath


Dry leaves rustle with each step Noisy autumn here beneath my feet My golden wood a wondrous place Woodpecker's song repeat, repeat... The stag his antlered crown parades While gleaning in the harvest fields The pheasant cock calls his mate Such small wonders this autumn yields... The fire draws me to sit awhile And ponder the passing of the year How quickly it is autumn's time again Time to remember and hold it dear


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Ever Present Memories

The leaves were golden...brown and brittle
Rustling as the autumn breeze blew
Do I miss it, yes, a little
As my fondness, it there grew

The suns warm rays glanced off the water
Of the pond at the foot of the hill
Each summers day grew hotter
Yes...I miss it still

The Love that filled the Sunday air
Simple, heartfelt and true
A Grandmother's Love, something so rare
And time...it but flew

The visits these days, too short I'm afraid
I can never recapture childhood innocence
But the memories I carry will never fade
No matter the moment, the motive, or absence

One day my spirit, it will return
And I will never leave there again
It is where I will one day adjourn
Forever and ever...Amen


© 2011 Kevin Stock


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Autumn's Magic



On a day filled with autumn sunshine With colours so vividly displayed Painting a rich picture in texture and colour Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade Mother Nature's proudest achievements Unmatched by any of man's canvas Colours so rich, with so varied a palette A picture of serenity so infectious Absolute beauty that lasts only a short while But returns same time every year This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory The sight can bring one to tears People have called it autumn's magic That time of the year when we gasp At the vistas of our glorious surroundings I will revel in it's splendour to the last © Jack Ellison 2013


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Seasons

In spring began the resurrection of 
My faith and body, psyche, and my mind;
Again from God above I had found love--
I never dreamed that life could be so kind.

The summer was my adolescent time
When I discovered lust for someone else.
It was quite innocent and so sublime
Yet much of it was guided by impulse...

When autumn came, my years were waning then;
I knew my time on earth would be cut short.
I realized that I would die, but when?
Would I face God in His judicial court?

In winter they lay me in my own tomb;
Unpleasantness had taken its harsh toll.
My soul returned within its doom and gloom;
I needed once again to be made whole.


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Streams

You are the air that I breathe
The sunshine on my cheek
But a shadow of a dream
Mi belle magnifique


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WHEN DOES WINTER START IN RUSSIA ?

WHEN   DOES   WINTER   START   IN    RUSSIA  ?


The omnipotent season?  -   Whenever  it wants to !
Today  October  field  was first-snow   flaked.  
First of a horde.  This is not  a peaceful coup
When autumn begins politely by contract. 

Last week I saw leaves burning gold,
But their cold heat was an illusion,
No warm defence ‘gainst the winter cold.
Theirs  was no  flame of conflagration.

It was  a  mere seeming  fire-moat
But cold fire, not burning - just the yellow 
Of coward leaves turning coat 
At the hint of the white army certain to follow.

For the sunshine has almost surrendered. 
His  morning  face struggled over the low roof,
It hesitated all the short day and decided 
to depart early,  defeated    -   proof

That winter starts whenever  it  has a notion.
This  first flake was  a trumpet announcing 
The immense white horde’s  cold intention 
Of riding roughshod  and merciless over everything,

And stating that nothing will stop it.
Not seeming  flames from  leaf,
Not equinoctal dates.    Nothing.    You must submit
To the assault  -  and just hope for  relief.



( 12 th    October   2010 )


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Fall Garden Clean Up

It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for you.

Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?

Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend
My garden in the manner that I should.
I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly
And use them more gainfully if I could.

Now that I'm in the autumn of my days,
I hope to take each day I have in store
And spend each precious second of that time
More usefully than I have done before.

Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgment day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.

By Joyce Johnson


For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest

Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file


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Forecasting Rainbows

The weatherman is predicting rainbows As this early autumn storm passes by A few more weeks to enjoy the warmth Before southward the geese start to fly... I savor his words this fall evening As I watch the pink clouds in the sky The world could use a bit of soft color Knowing soon the last faded rose will die....


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Country Life

The night descends with a button down moon
against a powder blue comforter sky,
fluffed and puffed with the down of seed
cat and nine tails bursting with pride.

The mothers have called the dinnertime
and the scent of soups on the wind,
sneakers are stacked by the backdoor, 
the dog knows, it time to come in.

The table once set is abandoned
for the trays by the big screen TV,
and autumn gourds and chrysanthemums
abandoned on the tables display.

Soon, silhouettes form on the den walls
and children are hurried to bed,
with the call of a wild coyote they run
diving beneath their bedspreads.

All the human light dims, as they hideout
and starlight covers their ceiling,
Mom has places plastic stars of Venus and Mars
to usher in dreams, as they’re drifting.

Oh, the night with its warmth will not last
and soon the chill dawn will arrive
with the call of a neighborhood rooster,
ah,  the country’s the place to be alive!



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One More Day

As the days grow shorter I feel discontent,
I look at summer and wonder where it went.
I remember in the recent past when days were long,
Only to realize the summer is  now gone.

I still enjoy autumn with its chill in the air,
The skies are still blue and the weather quite fair.
Soon so many colors will be displayed in the trees,
I’m not quite ready for the impending winters freeze.

As I get older I see time does fly,
 I watch as the trees start to die.
 They explode in color in one last stance,
Seeming to invite me for one last dance.

Another summer’s gone the air start to chill,
I view all the beauty from on top of this hill.
I watch and listen but it all seems strange,
Summer becomes autumn Is this new change.

I remember this summer with days that don’t end,
All that I’ve met become those I befriend.
I’m not really sad but wish for more time,
But I can’t help but see the clock just unwind.

The world keeps spinning as this season shall come.
Still time is left for me to stand in the sun.
I’m thankful to greet just one more day,
I still hoped that summer wouldn’t be on its way.

As the chill grows I will wrap my coat around you. 
Together we shall cherish all we’ve been through.
I remember hope and how it helps me survive,
I want this one day and feel so alive.


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The Baby Fawn

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Earths Fullness

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


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'Me', full circle

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


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Sweets for the Sweet


There’s a nip in the air and it’s time to be scary
as goblins and gremlins abound;
monsters, the un-dead, in hideous costumes
who stumble, yet don’t make a sound.

But Hannah and he went as Arthur and Guinevere, 
friends ever since second grade,
thinking that they would get oodles of loot
for the cute little couple they made.

Appealing to parents, romantics at heart,
who had suffered too much from the gore,
they were stately and regal, dressed up to the nines,
representing two sweethearts of yore.

Judging by weight, and the shape of their booty, 
they got way far more than their share,
jack o’ lanterns were sputtering, sparklers died out
as they strolled, hand in hand, through the square.

Sifting through carefully, sorting their stuff, 
he was looking for two Hershey’s Kisses,
he found two in bottom, beneath a crushed Kit-Kat,
an omen, a moment of bliss.

They ate them in silence as he walked her home
‘neath the oak trees on Old Orchard Grove,
on that chill Autumn eve as he kissed her good night
they felt warmth, the first inkling of love!


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When our Flame no Longer Flickered

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


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Evergreen Tears

The Autumn shades now distant
Skeletal frames silhouette the skies
The last colours of this seasonal carpet
Decaying in drifted lie

As I walk through this land of nature
Amongst ferns, spruce and firs
Sometimes it makes me wonder
Do the remaining mournfully confer

Is it whispers I hear on the breeze
Or the life all around me in appear
For in this broken canopy I feel raindrops
Or are they, evergreens tears








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Pumpkin Patch

Shapely to coarse green stem, 
sitting alone; wanting to grin.
Patiently waiting for the take,
wanting Halloween to begin.

A few more weeks left to grow,
inviting; nestled in straw.
Children soon make their choice,
with little eyes in awe.

Fields abundant in orange hue,
serenading a season of rest.
Large or small or fat or thin,
any grab will be the best.

Cold winds blow just enough 
to take its nipping bite.
Scarves and hoods, snuggly warm,
fending autumn with wraps pulled tight.

Little arms try to carry 
the most perfect pumpkin around.
The patch now shrinks very thin,
remnants of a once lush ground.

Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey


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The Shady Oak

From a seed that's put in the Earth
Sprouting its way out of the dirt
Growing enough throughout its youth
To mature into bearing fruit

Every Autumn leaves will fall
Then grow again by Nature's laws
When it becomes what it was not
There'll always be a shady spot


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October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012


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I Stand Here

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

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

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


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Silver Nighttime Rain in Autumn

In the nighttime hours there’s sweet melody Droning of rain falling down on the ground In the middle of fall, great time of year Contains silence of silver all around The moon beams his pride down on us tonight The autumn night, cool and crisp, surely glows Beautiful looks shine in on the light rain The night brings us peace like only it knows
Russell Sivey


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A place to make my mark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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MISS OCTOBER

Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.

A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
Her skirts flying about.

Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white,
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.

Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white,
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.

She always has a pot on,
I thought it some strange brew,
She let me have a taste of it,
It was a tastey stew.

She never casts an evil spell,
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret,
As all good witches should.

My dog was hurt real bad once,
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him all night.

I was really sick once,
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.

Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play,
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.

This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her,
You guessed it, she's my mom.

                                     Judy Ball



Mother's are like that, yeah, they are.
Endowed with the magic of love.


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Pumpkin Pulp

Pumpkin Pulp a hunger real.
Toothless meal a vomit fill.
Rumpy flesh to hold the meal.
Tasty strands of flavour seal.

Pits of seeds for spitting out.
White tidbits all hard and stout.
Strands of web to reach the heart.
Spirits strong where pressures part.

Fetch the scoop to scoop out goop.
Scrape the wall and cause it droop.
Oust the pulp on old newpapers.
Save the seeds to fry in vapours.

Pumpkins lit and glowing lanterns.
Angled eyes shine light in patterns.
Flickered smiles from waxy wicks.
Labotomys, the night of tricks.


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Autumn

I missed the autumn leaves this year.
I rested while they fell.
Tomorrow is another day
we'll hear the church's bell.

The days seem slightly shorter.
The sunshine rather keen.
Closer is the horizon
and night a cooler scene.

The smell of leaves surrounds me.
A wiff after a woft.
The wind shaping the future.
My fate become aloft.

Plastic drapes the gardens.
It's cold air sealed in.
Condensation top-side
and dust where sun has been.

There's trimmings by the roadside
bagged and tied with twine.
Pruned to end the season.
Clippings from the vine.

A garden hose gone missing.
Stored inside the shed.
Drained of all it's water
and exhausted in it's bed.

The dew upon the grass blades
beckoning the sun.
Each morning leaving sooner
as Autumn comes undone.


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Share An Autumn Night 2K11

Upon brisk Autumn night of which yet young, Share breaths warmth and heartbeats become tho' one; Share much tenderness and energy among Till brilliant daystar bid pair done.


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Earths Fullness

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


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The Lost Child

She had ten little fingers
and ten small rosy toes
she wore a gorgeous smile
and a little button nose
she laughed the sweetest laugh
and her skin was soft and fair
around her face, dark ringlets
she got my curly hair
she had her daddy's eyes
a vibrant greenish-blue
she was my little girl
that never made it through

By Morgan Mise
Written November 3, 2012


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Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves will now confide
color speaks softly of time
exploding a stream of words
ravishing glory divine.

Autumn leaves sweetly falling
across aqua skies so clear
as day turns early to night
whispering only to hear.


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Autumn wind

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


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Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

September comes to gild the tree
And forest leaves are painted bold
When autumn in her splendour sings
In shades of red and burnished gold

They flit and flutter to the ground
Like butterfly or fairy wings
In shades of red and burnished gold
When autumn in her splendour sings

As one by one they drift and fall
Til multiplied ten thousand fold
When autumn in her splendour sings
In shades of red and burnished gold

And though her beauty is renowned
To falling leaves ‘tis death she brings
In shades of red and burnished gold
When autumn in her splendour sings



The poem is formed by three or more quatrains where two lines within the quatrain 
are the "mirrored refrain" or alternating refrain.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB, etc..  
x represents the only lines that do not rhyme within the poem.  A and B represent 
the refrain.


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Seasonal Sanity

Reflections of Autumn on the pond so still
Like a dying rainbow my eyes in fill
A tear drop in fall to this surface of glass
Drifts now forever, but it's always to last

Browns, reds and ochres in kaleidoscopic view
Whilst dark shaped veins start to show true
Trees will appear in skeletal shape
Naked to bare, now having lost their drape

Into Winters abyss of seasonal change
One has to wonder is nature so deranged
Then comes the Spring as we marvel once again
For when we view her Summers, we know she's so sane










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Queen of Autumn Splendor

She stands there all summer
in everyday ordinary green,
but amid autumn's bouquet
she wears a lustrous sheen.

Her gown is splendiferous,
she's the queen of them all,
transformed like Cinderella
'gussied up' for the ball.

Glowing flaxen and scarlet,
all who view her agree,
there's nothing more radiant
than the sugar maple tree.


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Farewell, Sweet Summer

Farewell, Sweet Summer!

Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun
Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing 
Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One
Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing

So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else
It’s got other appointments to keep
In the distance toll the old mission bells
Like a dirge, and the whole garden weeps

Alas, summer is dying, sucking its last muggy breaths
As crickets scrich their sharp taunting jeers
Not many seem saddened at all by this death
And for this passing mourners won’t raise a bier

Autumn is born, its gestation complete
We excitedly awaited your cool advent
No longer stuck in thick, cloying heat
Gone is the summer of our hot discontent

Yes! Fall is born! Let’s give it a name!
It will spend its time blowing chilled breezes
Soon it will set the landscape aflame
As it whirls all the kaleidoscope leaves

Freed from arthritic twigged branches
As fingers release shiny gold coins
Nature’s allegro pirouette dancers
Auditioning for the autumnal Bolshoi

Others float gently through brisk afternoon air
Like large brilliant harvest snowflakes
Landing softly on a grassy blanket there
To wait defenseless, for the merciless rake


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Excuse for not writing

There is little excuse that I can give
For not having written as of late,
Except that my pen has been out of order,
Correlating with the date.

To understand, you must consider:
My pen is made of magic steel
That can predict seasonal change
By changing how its surface feels.

In the spring, the pen is sticky,
As if it were covered in honey sweet,
And in the summer the metal is scorching,
Buring whatever surface it meets.

In autumn season, the metal turns red,
Like the leaves that are destined to fall,
Then  in the winter, the pen will freeze to my skin,
And I can't put the thing down at all.


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Of Air, Fire, Water and Earth

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

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

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

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


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



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LOSERS

LOSERS


If there’s something I can’t stand it’s all the losers around  -
And man, there’s a ship-load of ‘em out there, having a ball.
Amazing how the world gets by when so many surround
Us as useless passengers.  Not really pulling their weight at all.

You see them every day, the deadbeats, the nothings,
Playing the empty-headed drifter roles,
Who really should and could get busy doing something  -
If they had more  gumption in their souls.

I dunno,  they just make me feel so mad and kinda uneasy
Because they seem to have no feel for the real nitty-gritty,
Lurching from one smutty  moment to another, maybe more sleazy  -
Like autumn butterflies, but not nearly so pretty.

Need their wings clipped, and a serious job of work to do,
Settle down and straighten their lives out, see?
They make me uncomfortable. . . .  probably. . . maybe it’s true. . . . 
Because they  remind me   -   of me.


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Heroes Who Never Die

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

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

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

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



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




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Weathered Wall

(A Salute to Robert Frost)

A fence of hand-hewn rock spans miles
of wind-swept road through fields of grain.
Uneven edge of rock, worn smooth
by storm’s hard breath of gust and rain

withstands the force which seeks to bend
or break a monument of time.
It hugs the earth and thumbs its nose
at energy so misaligned.

It boldly stands today as yore,
protects both wheat and corn for miles
and welcomes only human form
to walk beyond its stalwart stiles.

But flush against its weathered brow
there leans a heavy-laden tree
with pungent scent and rose-red glow,
forgotten apples hanging free

for horse or deer or bovine teeth
to reach across unyielding stone
and quench a thirst or hunger keen
with only crunch to thus intone.

May some always so hang, unpicked,
may much escape our stated plan
a fruit or such forgot and left,
to nibble sweetness with no blame.



       


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KIDS,DON'T KILL MY BIRD

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


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


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


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


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


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


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White Royalty

On this Autumn day down by the stream
To see what we viewed was always just a dream
There was not just one, but actually two
Hey Semaj, they stand not far from in front of you

I am not surprised as I look on from where we stand
In the glens of Scotland where King Kade commands
Under seasonal leaves in drifting gown
White Royalty runs free as Autumn browns

Never startled as they drink from this slow running stream
Aisling my sister, demands them in her dreams
With a blink of our eyes they were here but gone
Will we ever view again on this beautiful dawn



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Adieu

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

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





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Pumpkin Delight

There’s a decaying old shack Where pumpkins are out back A stunning show of Autumn care Where there’s nothing that lacks A beautiful sight of fall flair Where pumpkins show their lair Another holiday comes roaring in Halloween approaches if you dare A great scene from the porch den Is a collection of Jack-O-Lanterns Clearly lit by candles on the inside Inviting goblins and next of kin There are no pieces that scare the tide The children come happily from the outside Candy delivered from the door where I abide They know my house from far and wide
Russell Sivey


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Apocalyptic Muse

By: Liam Wilson

Deep she lurks within me
My craft she does infuse
The dreadful siren’s call
Apocalyptic Muse

Rises with the Autumn
With torpor slumber blues
And bade me record her dreams
My scribing at her cues

Her words my hands do write
Subtleties of abuse
Captured at her whim
And held there through her ruse

Embraced by her presence
To love her as a wife
Humbly bow before her
Adjoining in her strife

She whispers in my ear
Evoking what I use
In clear defining prose
Without a need for clues

Frenetically I work
And when she’s done I’m through
Fades back into torpor
And gives me what I’m due

I’ve found my place again
While Earth it changes hues
She’s scarred my soul once more
Apocalyptic Muse. 


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Of Mice and Moles

Since moving to the country 
this fact has come to light,
maintaining our new home
gives us a battle to fight.

Newly graded and seeded lawn
quickly became uneven ground,
mole runs crisscrossed acres,
flowerbeds raided, bulbs gone.

Two hundred tulip bulbs  
along the fence last fall
produced not a single bloom,
little robbers ate them all.

We consulted local nurseries,
bought whatever they suggested.
Worked diligently all summer
but still were mole infested.

All remedies failed, until 
he answered a TV promotion. 
A sure-fire trap, with video,
guaranteed rodent extinction. 

"Wow, this really works," he said
"fifteen moles, I've zapped."
But moles must have internet,
mole runs detoured around traps.

Now he's using another method
flushes runs with a garden hose,
when the little sucker surfaces,
bashes him squarely on the nose.

Works well for my mighty hunter,
the toll is now twenty-two
but alas, a new battle arises,
cool weather brings someone new.

There's a mouse in the house
who's eluding every trap.
In spite of frantic searching, 
we have two frustrated cats.


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FREE CEE as red recedes

             AS PETALS FALL

Upon the soil a pile of petals
Fallen from the strains of time
Once a rose bush rooted well
To sanctify a love sublime

Petals fell from buds of red
As Autumn neared to summer’s end
No cold of winter’s breath yet felt
Yet no help could heaven lend

As petals fell buds bid adieu
Day by day did piles grow
Higher past each noon gone by
Petals feared a fretful snow

A rose remembered red once owned
My lover and I past in the hall
Silence proved its point quite well
While me and that plant both feared the fall

Sometimes love fades as a plant
‘Tis then when Autumn comes to call
Now sit I with senses dulled
No longer loved as petals fall
     © 2008…..free cee!






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THE BEGINNING OF THE END

THE  BEGINNING  OF  THE  END

My straight  castle walls crumbling,
The  tall towers rounded  down.  
Plastic bag blown - tumbling,
Half-sunk, soon to drown.

Empty beach and a waiting tide:
As if a disaster was imminent,
Eroding structures of pride
Thought of as permanent.

Remnant ice-cream wrappers half-buried, 
Child’s laughter echoes there
In the storm of autumn carried
On a breeze not yet  cold, but in the air.


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FREE CEE when Autumn comes to CALL

       WHEN AUTUMN COMES TO call

Some people just seem laid back and at ease
with all the comfort of an Autumnal breeze
it seems as if they have a gift others never gain
and can be an immaculate granting to end one's pain

some people make you smile as soon as they approach
and are as memorable as Grandma's 19th century broach
when everyone else you see owns a frown
this persona is like a frilly taffeta gown

some people can tell a story you never want to end
and write letters they always have time to send
they take the initiative to say “thanks you” in a very special way
and can take a hawk of a morning and turn it into a robin red breast day

some people you know right away are gentle and kind
those are the people who never really leave your mind
some people can take a gray sky and turn it blue
all these are people, some people just like you
         © 2012........PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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AFTER THE AUTUMN STORM

AFTER THE AUTUMN  STORM 
 
The warm rays of the emerging sun
Escape from the clouds like newborn kittens,
Only to be gathered up quickly again
And by their mother clouds hidden;
 
And the day seems destined to  fade
Before it has had a chance to bring
Last sustenance to the longing  glade. 
She sees me and, with a smile like the morning,
 
Brushes aside the failing 
Of Indian summer’s last effort: 
And I know the hope of spring  - 
Like the bear and the meadow wort, 
 
Sleeping now and in  wait  -
Instinctively knowing that all is well, 
That by and by the clouds will abate, 
And that time will tell.
 


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AUTUMN SONG

AUTUMN   SONG

The leaves  will slowly fall away
After the harvest  work  is done
Now  soon the winter comes to stay
And the sky will lose its warming sun
Leaves, leaves, leaves,  autumn leaves


We  rest and gather  fruits around
And smile with thanks : we work no more
The nuts, the seeds in the  barn abound
Give thanks for the fruitful  store 
Leaves leaves leaves,  autumn leaves


The leaves are gold, the days are cold
The  Halloween fire flares up high
There’s time for stories to be told
Time to smile and no longer  sigh  
Leaves, leaves, leaves,  autumn leaves


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IRELAND'S RAIN

IRELAND’S     RAIN

You don’t have to see it raining in Ireland  to know that it is so
The Bay at Kenmare is always mist-covered and smelling  of moisture  -
As the clouds come sweeping in from the Atlantic  you see the mist go
For a moment while the rain drops gather speed down into the water

The Irish use a strange word for rainy weather  : it is  is “soft”.
But an Irish day when the weather is  ”hard” is hardly ever going to appear,
So for my money  the word should be  “wet” or  “drab”  -  and used  oft :
Then  everyone would be clear as to why the sky is not clear.

Those photos you see in postcards where  Ireland’s lush green fields fold
Into  the arms of mellow sunbeams   and are warmed gently by the smiles
Of an Irish sun  must have been taken by cameramen who waited untold
Months so they could catch the rare beam through the misty miles.

When you visit the Emerald Isle take a variety of clothing to wear.
For summer, a light rain coat, small umbrella, and perhaps a plastic hood.
For winter,  a heavy raincoat  - or two,  and rubber boots  - a pair.
In autumn and spring these same items will ensure your holiday is good.


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My Way Back Home

Where has the time gone, That we shared so long ago? When we walked side by side, Down the lovely leafy road. Those were the good old days, In that Autumn breeze. Planning what we’d become, Beneath the maple trees. Man, the seasons change, And so do people’s hearts. I remember that awful day, When loneliness embarked. Since then, I’ve stopped counting, But my heart knows the exact days. As it grieves of distant joy, That will never come its’ way. Do you ever stop and wonder, Where our lives could be? As you live in happiness, I’m stuck in memories. You were the abode of my life, That my heart has ever known. Since that day you evicted me, I’ve been looking for my way back home.


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Pumpkin

A ball of orange
A pumpkin ball
Fat and round
stripes that drawl

Orange and bright
White with glow
Stem on top
Bent and frow

Skin that's speckled
Flat and cratered
Glossy, shiny
Like a gator


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Pruned the Root


In the silence of my mind...

stands the tree of reason...

Baring fruit, food for thought...

Pruned the root of understanding...

Tireless autumn leaves fall free...

Like flares of seasoned knowledge...

In the silence of my mind...

stands the tree of reason...

In pruned root...

...the seed I find...

In the silence of my mind...

...stands the tree of reason...


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IMAGINE THIS, I GOT PUNISHED FOR PUTTING my babe in a microwave

              TWO TOO  MANY LIARS

I saw her swagger and sway her hips as if they had something to say
So knowing the sweltering lady was a liar I ran the other way
Surely she’d say something about plans which faded away
And dreams of a knight on a white horse upon a fateful day

that knight drew his knife from its sheath to fight for a lady lovely of form
As Autumn leaves screamed out hues of greens and blues beyond the norm
It seemed the dress in duress and distress needed a hero born in the fall when leaves were aglow
What she didn’t know was that this knight’s faithfulness was lower than low

She sauntered down the street as I ran from a collision of two hearts and two minds
She wore sparkling jewelry and gems of every size, shapes and kinds
She never received gems from this knight upon whom she depended
But lo, no ’twas not by I the lady would duly be defended

And as I picked up my pace I envisioned her fancy free face
Then summoned forth the memory of her grandeur and grace
I recall when I was collecting kindling for my love lit unto a fire
Then I ran away because, as some people are, she was a pathological liar
    © 2010.….. 

 


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AUTUMN

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

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

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


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WINTER

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Dance of Satan

Upon the Ground they lie

to be covered soon in white.

The leaves of spring have fallen

This crisp, cool autumn night.


Restless spirits circle

In anticipation and delight

To dance a dance of darkness

This Crisp, cool autumn night.


In a ritual of bloodshed

His worshippers unit

To dance a dance of Satan

This crisp, cool autumn night


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WOULDN'T IT BE EXCEPTIONAL IF A COMET COULD VOMIT




              TWO TOO  MANY LIARS

I saw her swagger and sway her hips as if they had something to say
So knowing the sweltering lady was a liar I ran the other way
Surely she’d say something about plans which faded away
And dreams of a knight on a white horse upon a fateful day

that knight drew his knife from its sheath to fight for a lady lovely of form
As Autumn leaves screamed out hues of greens and blues beyond the norm
It seemed the dress in duress and distress needed a hero born in the fall when leaves were aglow
What she didn’t know was that this knight’s faithfulness was lower than low

She sauntered down the street as I ran from a collision of two hearts and two minds
She wore sparkling jewelry and gems of every size, shapes and kinds
She never received gems from this knight upon whom she depended
But lo, no ’twas not by I the lady would duly be defended

And as I picked up my pace I envisioned her fancy free face
Then summoned forth the memory of her grandeur and grace
I recall when I was collecting kindling for my love lit unto a fire
Then I ran away because, as some people are, she was a pathological liar
    © 2010.….. 

 


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Embraced By Autumn's Change

The rain soaked grass reflects autumn’s power
Sitting with the leaves of changing trees nestled, dense
New fragrances arise from nature and nearby kitchens
As apple pies and cider inspire my feet and every sense

I feel within this ever changing world, the autumn air
How the season, also with it, brings a warm embrace
For the family and the season that is happily represented
Brings that feeling of comfort that can never be replaced


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Summer's Death

Its once defined colors now alter their hues
As winds of change descend from a northern source
A chilly hand so grabs the throat of all the trees
Almost pulling the life from their roots with a force
The evening darkness descends earlier these days
As mornings, too, are ensnared in its blanket of shade
For the sun sleeps longer and awakens slower now
Tired from the summer and the heat that it made
So now, the reds and auburns are taking their stage
Alive in the lives of nature as it so well changes
Dead, are the greens and yellows of summer’s breath
As autumn enters in and life rearranges


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Nightly Autumn Stroll

I walk in the shadow of the night,
under the autumn sky,
in the changing air.
Dead dreams shuffle as I walk by.