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Ashen Snow

An innocence we used to know
As morning dourly turns to night
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A cell phone yearning for hello
With hopes of answer growing slight
An innocence we used to know

Within a stampede’s torrid flow
Bifocals lost in jostled fright
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

A playbill from three days ago
Once read with wonder and delight
An innocence we used to know

Pillars raised in commerce glow
Now broken pencils thrown in spite
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

So many hearts in fervent throes
So many souls in heaven’s sight
An innocence we used to know
Entombed beneath an ashen snow 

Chopped  - Poetry Contest
Including:
Playbill dated 08 Sep 2001
Cell Phone
Broken Pencil
Bifocals

-23 Oct 2014-

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And This Rain

And This Rain

Your verse became a misty trip to distant links
maybe the reason of sun's dodging was false,
affection left behind the borderlines and brinks
reminds of your ethereal, betrothal pulse.

Our time is still, with eyes to shine, conceived,
so is your company, outside my car to stray,
a fog rescinds while slowly falls, two souls bereaved,
the arbor trees in dusky light, remote sway.

The nightly breeze becomes your touch upon my face,
conducts unknown my course to steady effuse,
our steadfast floats upon the brines that dreams encase,
a summer song of longing stills and souls' bemuse.

How many sentiments a railroad trip ascribes
beyond horizon's borderlines and faded strings,
caressing touch of fingertips by airy brides,
- your Sunday advent will become a bird that sings.

Perchance you are bending softly on my scriptures,
inside a car of an expatriating train,
while I recall on Storrow Drive, your nightly features,
- as we have missed our dreamy summer and this rain.

© 10/9/2011, G. Venetopoulos All rights reseved

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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

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9 11

                                    
                                                               
                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 




           
            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~









          


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The Magic of September Wind

 
The Magic of September Wind The cool soothing breeze, Which blows today, Shall not be the same, Touching my heart tomorrow. The night Moon which peeps, From behind the moving clouds, Shall be telling, A different story tomorrow. The stars which appears to be, Singing a Song, When the cool wind touches, May not twinkle with a smile tomorrow. The alluring clouds, Which moves and swings in the sky, With the dancing leaves and trees, Will be forming some new shapes tomorrow. The butterflies and birds, Which sings a joyous song, To welcome the blooming flowers and wind, May not be spreading their wings tomorrow. The Rainbow which has opened, Gateway of colors to invite and welcome, The migrating birds of September, May not be visible even after Rains tomorrow. All that moves and fills my heart, With the beauty of Nature and the magic of Love, May be pleasing some other eyes, And it wouldn't be called mine tomorrow. But the joy and love they have given to me, While enchanting my mind and heart, Will never vanish from the thoughts of my mind, and It would remain there as a Song for today and tomorrow. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th September 2012

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The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese

The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese


I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year, 
Like a Rainbow that comes and gets lost gradually.


No one knows when like a rainbow,
The wild geese would appear suddenly,
While changing their forms like clouds in the sky,
Mesmerizing our eyes for few seconds or more, and then,
Disappearing in the sky, like the dim vanishing evening.


The wild geese often appear in the sky,
Forming a shape like the garland of God,
And quickly changing shapes, like our emotions,
While moving in the sky like an arrow,
They sing the joyous songs of today, not tomorrow. 


Forgetting the past and the future like an arrow,
Which keeps running, until it reaches its marrow,
The destination to pierce a heart,
They create either a joy or sorrow,
While singing a song of today, not tomorrow.


Oh, September sky I watch,wonder with ,
And hope to see  them once again,
My childhood friends wild Geese,
Coming from north and vanishing in south,
Like my thoughts which arise and fall.


But this year, I did not see the winged necklaces of God,
Neither could I see a rainbow being formed,
Nor even hear  their chorus like songs,
No clanking of wings, No music of their joys,
No rise and fall of images like thoughts,
No sounds and music touching my heart.


One day,  I was stunned to hear,
The species of goose are in great danger,
Man has stolen many of even God’s necklaces,
The rainbow of birds and the grandeur of sky,
A great heritage of Nature is vanishing before our eyes.


Oh, my sweet friend,
Will I ever be able to see and hear you again?
When you would clank your wings, in the windless sky,
Creating a dance and music, on such lofty heights,
Where no musician can ever fly,
With a hope till I am here on this earth my friend,
I would keep waiting and watching 
For you O wild Geese in the September sky.


Ravindra
Kanpur India. 1st Oct. 2010

Dedicated to my loving wife Dr. Shashi Kapoor, as a birthday gift for her
Birthday on 2nd Oct. who loves animals and birds more than any thing
Else.



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Under September skies

One night all alone in the garden
Under September skies;
The moon was gone but the starlight shone
And glowed like your beautiful eyes.
Away from the shimmer and lamplight
I stood so lonely there;
While the noise of the throng was loud in song
And floated on the air.

You looked down through the starlight
And I looked up at you;
A memory came that I could not name
A feeling unknown and new.
We were lovers for a short time only
So why should I feel such pain?
To know you would go where tomorrow
Would not bring you to me again.

The time that flies fast between us
Can never be captured I know;
For hours now sleep and eyes now weep
As the turmoil spins below.
But I know that I shall remember
Though I will try my best to forget;
How I looked in your eyes under September skies
After the moon had set

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I Tasted Summer

I tasted summer…
It sure tasted good
I was dying for a sip
Of my iced coffee CHINO
Only in Cyprus…
My drug of choice
Crushed ice with sweetened coffee
OH....YES!
In the evenings
succulent watermelon treats
Eating it all with relish
Even the seeds
what greed!

I tasted summer…
In that first dive into the pool
How cool!
Immersed in liquid delight
Open eyes
I touched the bottom of the pool
Two dolphins painted there
Let me have my way...
I did a handstand
Legs pointed straight up into the air
The water running down my legs
Straight up....I held on

Weightless
Weightless
In my element
My hair flowing around me
As I did my strokes
Diving in and out of the water
A fish…
That's how I got described
by the one who watched,
"Your so agile"

Such exuberance
I thought…OH…this is better...
Better that a sensual high
There was I
Gliding in and out
Water above, below, all around
Carrying me
Splashing around me
loving me
Playing...playing with my hair
Saturating my soul
With giddiness

Muted sound
Below the surface
I swim underwater
The width of the pool
I thrust up for air
Water slides off my body
The sun kisses me
Applauding the feat
I taste summer
It sure tastes good

Salty scent in my hair
My body slathered in sunscreen
Sand clinging to me
The beach
My sensing feasting
On every single thing...
My eyes delighted

A small September crowd
Enjoys the breeze
that creates the waves
I wade into the water
Intake of breath
I squeal
It's refreshingly cold
The water laps at my legs
crawling further and further up
Making me gasp
Finally....
I submerge
I laugh

I dive into the waves
One by one
I play...
I push myself high
My face to the shore
They pound on my back
I take a deep breath and let them roll over me
Enjoying the roughness
That "out of control" feeling
This is greater than me

And then
I lie back
I float
Blue above
White puffs: baby angel breath clouds
I let the sun ravish
The water carries me
I forget everything
My mind blank like the blue sky
There is nothing but the NOW
NOW
And there am I
Tasting summer
Salty and sweet
September treat
And happy
Oh, so, happy, am, I!

Eileen Manassian


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Fading from life

it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most

i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips

the trees are now painted 
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end

the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall

the trees will soon stand 
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them 
fall from life
amongst summer’s end



09/07/13

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September's End

as the morning rose
charcoal feathery clouds
blended with the ebony backdrop
of night

the yellow shimmer
of the falcate moon
offered little light

the air was thick
with smokey white trails
that lifted from damp lawns

my mind drifted
like tires on asphalt
trying to remain grounded
on the roadway

another gray Monday 
setting my mood
this last day of September

memories bled
less red than the edges
of  these clouds
as the sun began her rise

my thoughts shifted
much like this day
life towards death
then back again

the pink splashes
in sun's wake
reminded me of you
and your wake

the air chilled me
like a kiss from cold lips
as they part from life

yet memories warmed me
like the touch of sun
as it beat down
from skies that now
match the blue of my own eyes

the clouds have all faded
much like life did
from eyes that closed
that final time

though the trees
are changing like the times
i see through the green
the orange, yellow, red
peeking through the edges
awaiting to take flight in the wind
and spiral down
grounded in death

the air is thick this morning
as i choke on tears held back
in remembering September again

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One september morn

She was afraid and all alone.
Her heart breaking
as it beat for only him.
She felt her life was empty
and lonely all around.
Sometimes she would sit and cry
for dreams that couldn't be found.
My best friend.
Someone I shared my thoughts with,
told secrets to,
even fought with.
Sweet little Missy.

Then one morning she was gone.
My heart froze in fear
and for her I would shed one last tear.
I'll never know why she left,
why she couldn't stay.
God grant me one more day.
Now she talks to angels 
on her stairway to heaven.

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Eleventh September (engraved scar)

Would the world forgive?
Destruction of twin towers
echoes of cries and pain
all  the nations in prayer
Ghosts and ashes the remainings
















Its hard to forget,yet lets try to forgive
(Don't hate them ,hate their deed)                                                          Charma

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A Prayer for September 11th

My god you call us to be faithful
and while we are not always successful, 
me not always with fervor, 
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They come into our country in deceit, 
striking blows against the innocent.
They take lives that are not theirs to take.
We have gone to protect the faultless.
Now they come to murder the blameless.
Returning our goodness with vileness.
Allow Satan to punish their immorality.
When they are judged, let the verdict be guilty.
Let their punishment match the grief they have stirred.
Widow's black for all the curs.
I praise my God Yahweh, 
for he is in my heart always.
Let us not seek retaliation, 
but let my Lord be our retribution.




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NYC September Eleventh

It was a day that started out just like any other one
We never dreamed America could come under attack
It seemed an enemy had slipped through a crack
Who knew they would come from behind our back
They sucker punched us, this was a fact

A day Americans thought could never come
No one thought for a second America could ever come undone
For we all thought America was the mightiest one
We never stopped to think it could actually be done

Two of our own planes came crashing down
It certainly was a horrrendous sound
People running for their lives all around

No where to run, No where to hide
Into the twin towers they did collide
Taking with them some of America's pride
Thousands of people still trapped inside
Not even having a safe place to hide

Hundreds of firefighters and volunteers rushed inside
To them it wasn't a matter of pride
Only did they think of the people still inside

America now was in a shear panic
This was much worse than the sinking of the Titanic

We watched the towers as they fell
We knew that all inside were going through a living hell
For as of yet no one could tell,
Wether or not any would make it out alive and well

Leaveing all of America to wonder why
So many people that day had to die
The day those planes came down form out of the sky
Our only unanswered questions, Who and Why?

Not a single rock in the rubble was left unturned
Not a single thing left unburned
For all our lost loved ones America still yearned
For this was a lesson that must be learned

Our hearts go out to each and everyone
We all knew now what must be done
We knew the job wasn't going to be an easy one
Osama Bin Laden must now pay for what he has done!
We must fight the enemy one by one
We must join together now,,,,,,,Everyone

We all knew our government had glitches,
but we never thought it would leave America with so many stitches
As for time, we know we can't turn back
We know now is the time for our government to act
For we know now to always watch our back
We must be ready, if there is ever another attack

For all the lost souls on 9/11
We pray each one of you made your way to heaven
As for all Americans we must stand together
Face our enemy even in the stormiest weather

We must stand together as one
Fight the enemy until it is completely done
Then and only then, will America have truly won



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September Eleventh (Acrostic)

In memory of all those who perished during the tragic events of September 11th 2001
and in honour of all those who risked or sacrificed their own life for the sake of others.



Sirens lament, a September song    
Echoing sadness of memories so strong.
Prayers for the souls of those taken away,
Thoughts for their families, in our hearts to this day.
Evening came early, the night stayed so long.
Morning started so bright, but went tragically wrong.
Blue cloudless skies, the sound of a plane
Eternal reminders bring that day back again…
Remember it all, let it not be in vain


Emergency crews, just ordinary guys
Laid their lives on the line as hell rained from the skies
Every last one of them selfless and brave
Valiant heroes with one aim – to save
Each one forever remembered with pride
No hearts left untouched by the many that died.
There’s one lasting hope as the world now remembers
Heartfelt wishes that peace could arise from those embers.



**Written September 11th 2008**

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My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.

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Sleepy Sport

In our heads the season was far from over
so we played a game in late September.
He said, "before the sun sets
can we not take a rest?"
"But we already are, this is baseball remember?"

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2009: My Senior Year

  The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 



                                               





                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.

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- They Are Not Dead -

                                                              

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                    Don`t kill the beauty when I'm proud with art 
                       Beautiful rose heads in all kinds of colors 
                         I put they in my nicest glass of water 
                               Be my fresh flower bouquet 
                                     Do not throw them 
                                       My broken roses 
                                                 R 
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                                                 D 
                                                 Y
                                                 E
                                                 L
                                                 L
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                                               PINK 
                                A BEAUTIFUL DECORATION





09.09.2024
A-L Andresen :)

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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



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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

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September To Remember

The month of perfection has come for the sons and daughters of zion to possess their possession,
with the understanding that September is a month like no other month to remember in the history of histories for those who believe in the word of the lord.
The month of fulfilment has come for the children and people of God to possess and inherit the land whereon their feet have trodden upon,
with the knowledge that September is a month like no other month to remember in the season of seasons for God's promises to be fulfilled in the lives of those that wait upon him.
The month of harvest has come for the righteous and faithful people of God to reap and enjoy the fruit of their labour,
with the awareness that September is a month like no other month to remember in the memory of memories for those who believe that the land is bountifully ripe for harvest and truely plentious for conquest.

The month of liberation has come for the captives in captivity to become captains of the captors in the land of captivity,
knowing that the Captain of captians have ascended on high and led captivity captive.
The month of visitation has come for the windows and doors of heaven to open unto them that are expectant of Divine favour, blessings and visitation,
knowing that the presence and power of God is presently present to present to those who are presently present, presents that are presents from above.
The month of dominion has come for the diligent and dedicated David's and Deborah's of this generation to dominate and have dominion over the nobles among the people and forces of the earth,
knowing that God have given us power and authority over the earth to dominate and have dominion over the high and the mighty.

The month of establishment has come for the prudent and pure ones in heart to see God undertaking and establishing his promises in their lives,
with the understanding that God is not unfaithful to forget all our labour and works of righteousness and service to his kingdom.
The month of manifestation has come for the sons and daughters of zion to be Divinely empowered for the manifestation of God's glory on earth,
with the knowledge that the earth and all that dwell in it is the lord's and the fullness thereof.
The month of rememberance has come for the book of rememberance to be opened for the obedient and commited ones to be celebrated by heaven,
with the awareness that God have separated the month of September to remember those that serve and call upon him with a pure heart.

This is September to Remember.

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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

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- Haiku X 35 - Apples Drops -



       When the wild bull runs 
       Apple garden of Eden 
       Earth shakes free drop down






             A-L Andersen :)  
       - September 19 - 2014 -

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Saint Stephan

Was born a saint
That dreamed died at two
In the morning 
Never very good at tying me shoes
So now I am older, three times the devil
As I dream to see where life leads me
I close my eyes
To escape the desires I never touched
She called me a Romeo, yet I never kissed
The love felt I was certain was bliss
So I walked away
No more waiting, for silly moment’s lost
Played all my cards, and all hearts gone
And now I dig with grave thoughts in mind
For as I stare at the hole below
I see where Saint Stephan
Died at two