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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.



© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong


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Apple Pickin' Time

Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road.


There's a dozen different sizes,

Pink an' yella, red 'r lime,

Shades that match the pale sunrises

Of the apple pickin' time.


Go an' make an apple pie,

Make it thirty miles high,

Then you'll be in apple heaven

Till the day you up an' die.


Come an' pick yerself an apple,

Come an' pick a heapin' load;

Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel

An' a couple fer the road;


Some for Gran and Uncle Pete,

An' a few fer fighting crime;

'Cause the fella down the street

Knows it's apple pickin' time.

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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

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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.

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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...

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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

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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

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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.

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The October After

How far have we come,
love,
with these days growing tall
like long smooth laurel,
tell me,
how can I go on,
no longer reaching,
your bare marble skin, blue eyes,
too wise to cry,
I know,
I must, forget you faster...
yet the hours do not go,
for I'm still yearning,
searching,
but our footprints
are lost,
with the falling
leaves.

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"An Evening in October"

I walk outside on this cool October morning...
My mouth is open to swallow this cool air so alluring...
The taste of fall fills my insides for a hunger not revealing...
A warm stew on the stove, the aroma kisses my kitchen ceiling...
The day mapped out leading to cuddling on the sofa to view a movie...
Feeding my love warm apples as her eyes are a mirror to my fantasy....
With my head on her chest as her fingers run through my hair...
Our world is a painting framed in roses and hung with such care...
A day we live over and over again, and we know its written in the stars 
to never ever end....

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