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REMEMBER, REMEMBER, THE 5th OF NOVEMBER by Ashton, Darryl
Survivors--On the Sand Creek River November 29, 1864 by S , Rob
But November Wept by Winzer, Glory
Come November by Baumgarn, Brian
Sterling November by Lanier, Bo
November Trees by Godek, Matthew
Sensuous November 25 by Krier, Oliver
haiku today november 28 by CHAKRABARTY, RAJAT KANTI
tuesday afternoon in november by hansen, jan oskar
TODAY'S LIMERICK 21 NOVEMBER 2014 by CHAKRABARTY, RAJAT KANTI

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Where The White Rose Blooms

The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.

This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.

The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.

With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.

His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.

The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.

The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.






November 25th, 2013

Written by: Kelly Deschler

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Somber Days

I am somber like November days and my words speak weak, as if through tired tongue I see the trees stand naked reaching their limbs across the stream as if touching and comforting each other from the bitter cold that's settling in sometimes I envy them I want to stand naked arch my back reach towards hands and feel the comfort of more than I am allowed and escape the bitterness as it settles in it doesn't seem fair to question a day or night that wears the same veil as me, colorless and silent in the breeze as it whispers through the trees sometimes I want to lean my ear and eavesdrop on them I want to peak beneath the skies veil and see the colors blend to see the rain less clear through colored drops fall upon a canvas and paint a masterpiece I want to feel my hands finger a pen, without tingling from bottled up emotions to feel my soul inside me not as if locked outside looking in, as if a stranger to my own life not be the afterthought or an emotion beyond words of some poet's muse I want to know the meaning of this emptiness I want to understand why the tree is as naked as my thoughts in winter yet dressed heavy in the summer and most beautiful in the fall why does beauty fall become grounded and dance in November's wind somber, like the day....

Copyright © Sandra Adams


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- Haiku X 39 - November -



            Frozen roses die 
            November frosty window 
            Summer’s memories! 






           03.11.2014
           A-L Andresen :)
           Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen


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NOVEMBER DREAMS




A marquee of stars dims, to beckon early winter’s stage;
Reflecting crunched flowers in ghastly hues, detached from their limp boughs.
The nightfall drapes hush of serenity , as flakes soothe trees’ nest.



 Andrea Dietrich's  October Bliss or November Dreams
10/09/2014

Copyright © nette onclaud


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November

Branches wave naked in the autumn wind,
Leaves being tossed carelessly through the night.
Dark rain clouds are dominating our sky
And my eyes ask where the beauty has gone.

Daybreak shows sleepily its weary head
Just to return to bed, early again.
Cold and wet invading our daily walks 
And my eyes search for signs of a blue sky.

Alas, the first of many snowflakes fall
Bringing the beginning of brighter days.
Grey disappears under a white blanket 
And my eyes applaud November’s beauty.

The white snow has brought pureness in its wake
And nights are brighter from shimmering snow.
We light a fire, and it brings us such warmth 
And my eyes feel the sun shine once again.




10.08.2014
Poet Destroyer A's Contest 
Impress Me with a Poem


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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November's Quilt

Cold autumn swirls around the oak, to blanket earth with curls of gold
__ Contest: sponsored by Rick Parise 11/22/14

Copyright © Carrie Richards


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When Are You Coming Home, Son

When are you coming home, son? I miss your smile, you've been gone for quite some time now we haven't talked for a while. When are you coming home, son? How are things, all right? I still have that picture you gave me I look at it every day and night. When are you coming home, son? I know this war's been hard on you, I still remember the day you left I said, I loved you. When are you coming home, son? I see the plane landing there, but it's a coffin draped with the flag 'tis something I can not bare. When are you coming home, son? I remember days gone past, I now stand, looking over your gravestone you were taken from me, your life went fast. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Nov.17/2005 Being a Canadian, writing this bothered me. Thinking about the American troops in Iraq and the Canadian troops in Afghanistan. When will our governments finally see what they are doing is wrong and send our troops home?

Copyright © Cynthia Jones


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With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.

Copyright © Kiran Bantawa


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November Dreams


In a dream-like trance

We tread softly along paths

Lit up by flickering lights


We are holding hands

As we stop and read our names

Inscribed on the marble slab


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*November is the month of the dead.
  7th October, 2014
Contest: OCTOBER BLISS or NOVEMBER DREAMS/ Sijo or Sedoka 
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed: 1st

Copyright © Paul Callus


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The Silence of War

The Silence of War

Behind the Curtains of a church window
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze

Beside the cross sits the last candle
Flickering precariously, searching for sanctuary from the wind
But the wick is near the end
And so are these men
The Harvest of War is almost in
For this is November 1918.

The German guns call like the song of the Siren
Irresistible, for only the dead will hear
New orders to cross the Sambre-Oise Canal 
Another postcard for Historians to write.

Machine gunners scythe the ranks
Gone the Irish regiment, clover for the beast
I take shelter behind a splintered Oak Tree
Once magnificent, A survivor of Natures glory
Now a hideous spectre to man’s intervention.
I wait here with Wilf my captain
Waiting for death to find me
The mud beckoning for blood,
The Canal red like the River Sticks
A feed for tomorrows Newspaper.

A groan from wilf, his eyes start to dim
Fear brings the Lord’s Prayer to my lips
 A last haven for my soul to cling 
 I watch his spirit fly away,
 As the words fade from my voice
Like so many others on this day of carnage
 Wilf, my friend, died November 4th 1918

Yet another contribution to this dark harvest,
Another soul for god to tender.
A statistic, a casualty of war, 
To be remembered generically
A wreath to share with a multitude of lost darlings,
 Another photograph to fade on the mantel piece 
A piece of History for a grieving widow to dust

In the ranks of the dead
Angels count our losses
 What dreams did we lose?
 What voices were made silent?
 What books were never written? 
And how many tomorrows gone,
Lost in the darkness of death?
Under this oak tree, fading from memory
A soldier Wilfred Owen was taken too

Unspoken truth in unspoken poems
 Silent to mortal’s ear
Another casualty of war
A feast of wisdom for angels to keep?
For His words were far too much,
for the hogs of war to stomach.
His poetry made silent by country’s shame,
Unpatriotic, not cricket old bean said the generals 
Only now, through peace can we learn 
The voice of one soldier,

How I pity humanity 
For silence is a killer
Democracy, and justice its victim, 
And the inevitable Silence of war will kill us all.

Footnote
On this day November 4th 1918, Wilfred Owen killed in action, Sambre-Oise Canal, 7 days from Sanity
One of England’s Finest War Poets.  

Copyright © steven cooke


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November

November

Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north
The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south
Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted
Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire
The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground
The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters
The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun
Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them
Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love
Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows
Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world
Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold
Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes
No one tells them to make such a journey
It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young
But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end
For it is November and November is a month of change
The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew
The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful
Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs
The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own
The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes
Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return
But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time
And it is no longer remembered

Copyright © R. e. taylor


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Emmanuel

there is a cool rain falling down on me it wakes me from the pain of love's faded memory we are in every breath of November's lonely air all my days and all my nights we still do share I still feel your love raining down on me I wish in your arms I still could forever be although our paths may never cross again I will keep you safe within November's rain (piano) within this cool November rain falling down on me as long as i still live we will always be in memories alive as we were before I will love you darling forevermore
11/21/21013

Copyright © Sandra Adams


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Autumn

All too soon the colorful spectacular disappears.
Under the soggy leaves, lies the dormant grass.
Too soon the blue skies have turned to grey.
United is the wind with cold.
Memories of summer slowly fade away.
Now we will wait for the snow.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Written 2013

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans


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NOVEMBER

Night is chilling, turned leaves fall,
October tips her hat to the next that come to call.
Veins of bleeding sun summer are left to heal,
Ending the fiction of warm weather appeal.
Mending the burns and scars with balm,
Breathing deeply in air of the autumn calm.
Embracing the change from warmth to woe,
Revealing the winters crystalline show.




Birth date:November 08
Date : August 08

Copyright © Casarah Nance


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Halloween Night Zombies

One Halloween night, I woke up screaming, There were many zombies around me, all furiously staring; With their burning red eyes, they were ready to smash my head; When they pulled my arms and legs, I squirmed and jumped out of bed. I ran to take my bike and drove it as fast as I could, I knew they all wanted to eat me, so I thought of hiding in the wood, While I was driving on the way, all I heard were growling sounds, With disco music, it looked like a big celebration outside the grave grounds. “Did they ruin the whole city?” that was a query in my mind, How can I get back to take my shoes and see if my friends are still around? On my way, I saw some female zombies walking with their arms stretched, I tried to avoid them, so scared to see their faces that had been wrecked. I’d finally arrived at the wood but with some bruises, I got off my bike to relieve them with hoarfrosts on leaves and branches; Suddenly, I heard strange sounds not far from the back, I saw group of male zombies… so prepared to attack! I stood, turned around and I could see them everywhere, In morass, I convinced myself to stay alert… losing my poise…I didn’t care; I ran to a long tangled vines and swung myself up to the tree, Once I landed on a big branch, a large snake hissed at me. “I would rather die being eaten and joined with those zombies.” I thought, Than to be poisoned and strangled by a snake, I tried not to be caught; I swiftly took branches to defend myself through an Arnis and Taekwondo, Then, I jumped down back to the zombies with a messed up hairdo. Everyone was coming towards me but I kept calm, With my two crooked branches, I did my best not to be harmed; Profusely perspiring… I courageously prepared myself, When they were approaching, I wondered why a zombie behind was left. As the darkest cloud revealed its full moon and the wolves howled, I recognized the zombie at the back and I cried out, “It’s my Dad!” All the zombies turned around and looked at him, At the snap of my dad’s finger, they went away with him as one team. “Wait for me, Dad, please wait for me!” I was then crying, But they never looked back anymore, all their bodies started melting; I realized that in a Halloween Night, even if it’s so scary it’s also amazing, In the darkest of its night, an angel is still there for us--protecting.
Oct. 20, 2013 8.2o am Notes: ©2013by Leonora Galinta • Arnis Sport/Jendo Arnis is one kind of a martial art sport similar to a karate and taekwondo which is also called stick-fighting sport. To know more about this sport and its origin, you can google it. ;)))) Thank you so much. First Place Contest: Halloween Only Judged: 11/9/13 Sponsor: Poet Skat Second Place Contest: Latest Poem Judged: 11/17/13 Sponsor: Poet Linda/PD First Place Contest: Story Poem Judged: 7/21/14 Sponsor: Poet Carol Eastman

Copyright © Leonora Galinta


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Start To Finish

Start
At the toes of bright
Colored socks. Up the legs
Of inky blackness on up to the 
Stomach a sea inside.
Out to the arm delicately scarred. 
Up to the chest now
Stop.
Breathe, feel.
That evergoing thump.
Pressing on.
A heart. Go on feel,
Look you've got one too.
Gentle now, don't break it.
Stop.
Breathe, feel.
Up we go, up past the 
Neck, the lips, nose, the eyes.
Now up to the head.
Stop.
Breathe, listen.
The roaring chatter of a single
Brain. Hopes, dreams, wishes.
Thoughts, ideas, feelings.
Yet none of it means, 
Anything.
Not yet anyways.
Stop.
Breathe, feel, listen.
Finish.

Copyright © Olivia Struthers


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As Time Goes on

The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.

October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.

In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.

6/18/13

Copyright © Joyce Johnson


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Veteran's Day

Remembrance of those
Served in the military
Special day for them 

Copyright © Arty Rico Jones


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SNOW



Divinity’s breath,  

           Purity's incarnation, 

                          Innocence's gala:

                                                  Snow!    




© Demetrios Trifiatis
 17 NOVEMBER 2014

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis


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Lake Bed Refractions

Others think my hair
      wild,            untamed, 
             needing a coif
when all about me the wind
       rustles 
              through the fallen leaves…
red on gold, 
               stamped brown, 
                                         ethereal...
substance once there, 
                                         gone
like soup 
                           cooked for hours
to fight the chill, 
                       tang of parsnip…
that’s the visible crop, 
                                   bushy froth
while beneath soil,               
                              fight
the war 
              for a strand or lock or two
of my being...
              heart untied from children
hands freed 
                   to tap or zizzle a bow
across strings
      what a jumble it all is
after the clean
                       prepped 
                                     pampered
soul is emptied
                    scraped down to metal
my hair  
                        unwound into myself 
              swelling 
                        as if a clogged pore 
and I’m wondering...
                   is there is any
                         who know 
how I look 
                                          undressed.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper


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November

November you entered with gale strong winds
Blowing snow and spitting cold rain
You hid the sun behind dark gray clouds
Dampening my spirits as the day crawled on
Dreary and mundane like evening dusk
You sprinkled gloom before afternoon
Snow slowly drifted and touched earth
Giving the month of November new birth

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock


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November

The nights are coming earlier
and the days are growing shorter.
The frost is on the ground
and bees cannot be found.

The warm days are all but done,
rain, maybe snow has begun.
The trees stand stark almost bare,
you rake dead leaves in the cool crisp air.

Time for the Earth to shutdown,
until Spring comes back around.
Now, begins the football season
and remember to vote with wisdom.

Also time to honor the Veterans
and all the tribes of the Native Americans. 
Then, settle down to a Thanksgiving feast,
remembering to praise God at the least.

Copyright © Alesia Leach


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Copyright © Jesse James Forster


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November Dreams

Drenching rains fall on A colorful leaf lined lane Leaving clear liquid puddles. The silence of fall Beckons through the naked limbs That reach, waving, for the sky.
Written on October 6th, 2014 for the OCTOBER BLISS or NOVEMBER DREAMS/ Sijo or Sedoka - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Regina Riddle


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Anniversary in Poetry

It's like the same ordinary day,
When pen and thoughts unite.
Muse and views haunt my mind.
This is a day I celebrate and write.

One year of expressing love,
One year of creating rhymes.
One year of friendship on line.
Counting more happiness to find.

November last year when I took a path,
towards serenity and blissful life.
The only site cradled me in storm.
Oh Poetrysoup ,my finest home.

Remembering the sweet comments one by one.
Numerous name came in and out then say goodbye.
But the memories remain here inside my heart.
And keep visiting pages of my dear ones.

A year of struggles and defeat,
A year I love to celebrate.
Thank you for the opportunities.
I learn to write and express my self.





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