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A Dirge for October by Carter, Daniel
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October 25, 2015 by Gibson, Jennifer
LATE OCTOBER by Paul, Wm
October rain by One, Silent
October, Wear Your Colors Fair by Binner, Arlene
October Sixteenth by Stoaks, Brian
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The Ides of March Versus October by Lofquist, John

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Midnight Poet

Whisper's of October  

Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream 
Avoiding the howling sound in mid-September's stream
Writing about a ginger light,
  found in the depths of everything
Taking from the sitting twilight, numb, tranquilized 
Exposing and expressing the emotions found inside
An attic lost in the Ancient sky  ---awaits 

A poetic hand is formed ---reaching out
In the hiss of darkness, 
Listen-in,  the echoes of October are calling
A halo, that reconciles a mysterious monarch moon
A mono grip in which summons a deep voice
  of sweet serenity
Poets posting poems along the midnight page
Each poet can write a poem and mimic free fallen verses,
One might  call it a creative craving curse,
Webmaster's whose words speak for themselves
Voiceless-
They feel, and spills the will of idolized ink,
Blind-handed, splitting day from night

Warm whispers, needing no food to consume
Migraines of ink, feeding the soul
Burning Pages, overused pens
They've forgotten the pretty flowers
Living like lions, who never comes out of their dens
Murmuring and devouring, the enigmas of the unknown 
Eyes behind a sieve, close tighter than before, 
They hide-
A globe created from every sky-scrape wall
Wanting to belong, a trick -or- treat*er in disguise 
No friends, everything is pretend
These poets can’t be described, can't be trusted
They are the best, at what they do
For all you know this poet might be me, 
This poet might be you

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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BLUE OCTOBER

Introducing: Leonora Galinta & Poet Destroyer

I was awoken by the effulgent smiles of sunlight 
Dancing on my window pane with great delight 
A jovial repartee of birds: I didn’t sleep last night 
Waiting for my love under the gleaming moonlight 
“Till I heard their melodies of a glorious morning sight 

In my blue gown, I run up the verdant hills 
What an enchanting view, so mesmerized …I stand still 
A gentle breeze wraps its arms all over me, down my heel 
Tingling my deepest sensations, great passion I feel 
October Breeze just arrived, dancing with flowers …I kneel 
***
Savoring the moment passing by ...I listen
The wind whispers -- watching leaves as they glisten
On this day, a beautiful October Lullaby of life is written
The squirrels outside -on this night - seem quite smitten
Another dreamy tune under the blue moon's transition

Dancing my way down the verdant hill, under the sun
I run with joy, into the arms of the majestic one
The passion I feel describes fall's adventure just begun
Intoxicated by the blossoms ...I stand still, in a silent shun
Dreaming and romancing with my love Blue October

~A Poet Destroyer collaboration~
   A tribute and birthday Gift 
   TO: LEONORA GALINTA 
   Happy Birthday 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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Ode to Autumn

Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me

As dying embers gleam across the sea

In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,

Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.



I feel the joy this season has to share

In golden harvest that the branches bear,

And I am thankful for this blessed year,

For divine abundance I share so dear.



The sun and moon take on a special glow

As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.

Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,

Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.



When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost

I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.



© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013


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Around the Corner

As I walk downtown I see an alley 
Where a black cat sat staring up at me,
The sound of her purring was so soothing 
Lulled and hypnotized me how could that be.

With its green eyes lightning up the darkness 
I saw a sign was hanging that said Tea,
It seemed to be just around the corner
In an alley that led down to the sea.

I walk and the black cat seems to follow 
Awareness of her presence filled the air,
In a flash we turned around the corner 
Where stood an old stone building with one stair.

I looked to find the feline now missing,
Then climbed the step and gently pushed the door,
Cobwebs hung from rafters on the ceiling,
The wind made dust balls race across the floor.

I noticed tea of all sorts lined each wall,
The smells of herbs and spices filled my nose.
Sitting in a corner sat a woman,
Glaring at me sniffing a thorny rose.

Her eyes an emerald green that sparkled 
Her hair a shiny black darker then night,
By her stood a broom with crooked handle 
My senses told me something was not right.

I turned and ran while saying I’m sorry,
It seems I’m lost forgive me and good day,
Hearing horrid screeches I am shaking
Running around the corner in late May.

Soaked with sweat I run out to the main street 
People wonder why I’m carrying on,
As I shout loud, don’t go down this alley
I turn and notice that it now is gone.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.17.2014
For Francine Roberts Contest 
Around the Corner 
2nd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014


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Apple Pickin' Time

Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road.


There's a dozen different sizes,

Pink an' yella, red 'r lime,

Shades that match the pale sunrises

Of the apple pickin' time.


Go an' make an apple pie,

Make it thirty miles high,

Then you'll be in apple heaven

Till the day you up an' die.


Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road;


Some for Gran and Uncle Pete,

An' a few fer fighting crime;

'Cause the fella down the street

Knows it's apple pickin' time.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013


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Until The Sun Rises

No trick or treaters on the street
     they're all in bed now, getting sleep,
Candies piled high upon the floor
     collected from each neighbor's door,
Smoke rises from the pumpkin's grin
     the day's magic still burns within,
Restless spirits are set free to roam
     and find their way back to home,
An earthly reunion until the sun rises
     with those who've met their demises,
It's time for October's farewell scene
     on the final night of Halloween,
The harvest moon is setting low
     opposite the rising sun's gentle glow,
Wandering souls leave us for another year
     and say goodbye and shed a tear,
Because, they surely miss us, too
     their tears become the morning dew,
To stain the leaves a shining gold
     and welcome in wet November's cold.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015


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PUMPKIN PIE ETHEREE - OCTOBER CONTEST

Mum’s
Baking
Pumpkin pie.
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in  
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!

For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
09~23~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Sweet and Salty -LIBRA TALE

      LIBRA  TALE

Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
   Balance of truth and dare
   Good and Evil, full of care 
Blind when it comes to blood line


 
:) PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010


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For Suzanne, Green and Golden

“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot

A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of 
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one 
As green,  as golden.

Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee,
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away our golden hours
And the painless green  of youth.
 
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.







Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2013


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October Bliss





I ride freely in respite with what this blissful month serves Like truant in yoga, forgetting all wonga and being wonk That I may enjoy a long break before November morn
10/11/14 7.58am --my very first sijo poem Syllables: 14/16/14 Ninth Place Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams/Sijo or Sedoka Judged: 10/5/14 Sponsor: Poetess Andrea Dietrich *wonga-means money *wonk- also means someone who works and studies hard

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014


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Going For Pinktober

Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow, Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow; There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair, Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair. They’ve accepted the fact that anytime may happen, With this horrible disease which is also inherited from relatives and parent; With all their gumption and fortitude, they wear prayers and faith in heart, Strength in spirit to face the battle and trust God without a doubt. They bravely underwent several treatments on pains without complain, Knowing that some get streak of bad luck even from their environment; All they wanted to do when amelioration happens, Continue the struggle and show good examples to women. On month of Breast Cancer Awareness, they’re making a shout, Conducting the reveille for us all to keep abreast for the fight; They believe that we’re in a brink of prevention which is better than cure, If we avoid smoking and minimize alcohol to make our body safer for sure. Having a healthy lifestyle is still the best, Consumption of many fruits and vegetables and watch our diet, Positive mental outlook and regular exercise are very important, For a brighter tomorrow, against breast cancer- together we stand.
October 18, 2013 7.15 pm Note: This poem was written with the inspiration again of my cousin (now my 2nd poem dedicated to her ) and one of my colleagues. They’re both survivors of breast cancer. I lovingly dedicate also this poem to all our the breast cancer victims. First Place Contest: Pinktober Judged: 11/6/13 Sponsor: My Greatest Poet/all time Fave, Linda

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013


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Midnight In The Library

Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker.

To these shelves, haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
my fingers grasp a book from under the dust and webs,
bringing life back, to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker,
it's well-worn, leather spine just waiting to chill my own.

My fingers grasp a book, from under the dust and webs,
while autumn winds rustle leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
it's well-worn leather spine, just waiting, to chill my own,
my head, sinking further back into the velvet-lined chair.

While autumn winds rustle, leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
candlelight flickers dimly across the tattered old pages,
my head sinking further, back into the velvet-lined chair,
where the ghosts of Irving and Dickens will not let me sleep.

Candlelight flickers dimly, across the tattered, old pages,
I, unable to recline, with the shadows thrown by the fire,
where the ghosts, of Irving and Dickens, will not let me sleep,
residents of the dark welcome, and wait to be revisited.

I, unable to recline with the shadows, thrown by the fire,
as a rare, late October storm brews, beyond the pane,
residents of the dark, welcome and wait, to be revisited,
around midnight, in the library, I found myself... drawn.




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015


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October Harvest Etheree


Fruits
come in
abundance,
All yellow fields
burst with golden grains,
Birds sing their songs of grace;
Sunshine shows God’s full embrace.
Our farmers dance with joy and cheer,
Crates are full, all hearts in gratefulness,
Hail bountiful harvest this month of year!



©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved


Sept. 24, 2015      6.25 p.m.
 







-I'm also dedicating this poem to the birthday celebrants of the month especially to my loving poet sis-bff, PD, also to my dear friend, Debbie D and the rests. I'll also include mself. :)Best wishes with more prosperity and successess! 


Eight Place
Contest: For Love of October
Judged: 10/1/2015

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015


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October Sky


clip arts veil the sky
on sun’s trajectory slide
a welcoming sight

summer month’s debut
while flowers’ heyday aglow
red sky flecks from blue

clouds in flare stance
grand aura of blissful month
October sky's prom




©2012Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved



Aug. 25, 2015   10.30pm


Second Place
Contest: October Sky (three headed haiku)
Judged: 8/30/2015
Sponsor: Poetess Skat

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015


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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 | Year Posted 2013


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Her Name was Autumn

 
Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring" 
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013


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"October Sky"

An October sky is like no other one....
A cool brisk wind and a clear bright sun....
The whispering breeze of wood burning....
Travels under my nose, and has my senses turning....
Little leaves of color fall so softly, exposing 
this maple tree for all to see....
The days are short and the evenings come soon....
An October sky that enhances the moon....
A walk in the park as our feet shuffle through  
the fallen leaves....
The children play on this Autumn day, with hints
of green from Summer it seems....
The clouds thicken nicely to make a ceiling for
this night....
For under an October sky, to me every things right...



For "Fall" contest

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010


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Witch Bakery

There once was a witch whose pies
Were unique as to flavor and size.
When she opened her ovens
She delighted her covens,
With dozens of old crusty guys.

Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2014


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OCTOBER BLISS

cold’s fire rages
against dawn’s smoldering clouds
calliope colors sing
a treetop chorus
sad songs of jubilation
fulfilling soft budded dreams

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014


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The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013


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October

~October~ (Tanka) It's late October and November will soon show bringing new harvest as the temperature drops and golden leaves continue to fall. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2013
October.09.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015


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A Change Of Heart - Etheree

                         Change

                      had brought

                          October

                     and you to me.

             With words from a heart

              so far from my own, but

        still so close when I read them,

   feel them, see them, bringing changes.

         I, like the leaves, am falling fast,  

hoping that you, like the earth, will catch me.









September 23rd, 2015

"For Love Of October" contest

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015


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YOU FELL LIKE OCTOBER RAIN

You fell in October, like autumn leaves Funny it was a hot day The avocado tree was budding I knew you only a short while But it broke me to see your mother cry She was inconsolable. And I thought I was strong But those tears could not be kept at bay Your friends gathered by your side Oh what love they had for you Your lover had mourned all he could He was the strongest, not one tear They built you a house in the ground So they said. They built you a bed never to rise So I said And in love they gathered around you And laid you in it That was the hardest Interred you in red loam And this was the finality Who would have known? That your laughter would be so short One score and eleven? They said we had to embrace death Even come to love and desire it He visits one and all His cynical finality It was hot and sunny today But you fell like October rain

Copyright © Marugu MO | Year Posted 2015


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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.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010


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crisp wind dips low



crisp wind dips low…
     trembling on hammock 
  of rosette sky

     along vast dome…
  feathery air ripples
        like scalloped leaves

 winged azure glints…
     lifting tufted veil
 in autumn’s dance




SKAT's Contest: October Sky
8/25/2015




Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015