The runners run, New Yorkers cheer
And all are happy to be here.
Enthusiasm’s in the air;
We all pitch in to do our share.
We shout, we clap, we ring our bells
And output from the sidewalk swells
Each time a runner lifts his arms
To seek support from watching swarms.
Today, to ratchet up the vibe,
The sun beams down and I’d describe
This autumn weather as ideal
For all who cheer or run to feel.
I love this annual event
And from the crowds, it’s evident
That all who gather for this race
Will bask in this, New York’s embrace.
Android, light a fire!
Melt down metal and stone.
Forge of these a wire.
O hateful, hold thy own!
Hordes of havoc, ride with fate!
Loose thy battle cry!
Warrior, thy will is hate!
Compel these to die!
Sigh, O waiting ladies?
Not readily, good sir.
Look up at the Pleiades!
Reality, just blur...
Automaton, black abyss!
Apocalypse; kiss.
Flock of pelican, fish. Grow, gris.
Serpent coiling, hiss.
Bile and blasphemy, break. Be.
All tomorrow, flee.
Beat of my heart, suddenly!
Vision means to see...
Cold confusion, coffee cake!
Help a brother out!
Vampire, do ye fear the stake?
Dragon, do ye doubt?
Flame eternal, burn within!
Blanch, O fire of Sin!
Scorching heat of oven? In!
What ye dream, begin!
Light of spark and intellect!
Brilliant is thy glow!
Raven of fate, how you pecked!
Necked and tossed below!
Chain unbroken, forge. Deep gorge.
Weathervane, point. Sight.
Unit twenty, thou art corge.
One it takes to fight...
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leaves fall silently
a chill dances on the wind
harvest fills the air
ONE
Marlboro in flight
Distinguished bud hold ropes tight
Driving, smoKING sight
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
TWO
Cremated bud ash
Flew on inflated blimp gas
Product, sponsor pass
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
THREE
Airport told ‘shut down’
Cigarettes, coming to town
Balloon bud just found
Merry Christmas time is in sight,
embraced by the frosty ambiance,
the sun-starved days fade away
in the cauldron of the freezing nights.
The wait is over,
carol tunes in polar winds fly,
for Christmas in the air.
I’ll watch the snow-flakes dance,
sing with time passing by
when delight shapes memory in a trance.
My
mind floats
feather light
like butterfly,
collects the colors, the scents of flowers,
fills the cornucopia to the brim
I offer Him
with my soul
full of
Joy.
The lights will drive the darkness away,
the stars will descend when we’ll pray.
From my cornucopia I’ll spill happy time,
make your hearts beat with festive rhyme.
refers to the moments after sunset
when the sky darkens and vision becomes unclear
making it difficult to distinguish between dogs & wolves
sundown blues & rain
plum island in the rearview
Beachmist air for the ride home
reddening our eyes & epoxying our skin
with the windows rolled up
I can hear your emphatics
more easily, but
with the sun finally down
its harder to follow your lips
as you share them
I am sitting outside loving the breeze
my dogs are inside, watching the trees
I think I love nature better than my boys
they don’t mind if I play with their toys
One is a puppy, so it amuses me
he sticks his nose out of the dog door; it’s all I see
the older dog is not interested in nature at all
he’s lying in the air- conditioned house, sleeping in the hall
watching a fantastic air show today
put on by black raptors not so far away
they glide with enormous beauty and grace
seem in no special order, no kind of race
it is as if they are floating above the trees
I marvel at them, as I sit in a breeze
one breaks rank and speeds directly toward me
my dog flinches a bit, I guess it scared little old he
If I left to get my phone, the fowl would probably disappear
so I enjoy the air show as other large birds appear
hawks or ravens? I am truly unsure
but their lovely air show is graceful and pure
I take you in like water
to quench my thirst and pain.
I breathe you in like the air
that keeps my lungs and pulse.
I couldn't resist
leaning on your shoulder
and feeling the warmth of your chest.
My feelings were in a twist,
flying in the land of nowhere,
before you insisted
on mending my broken pieces
and creating a new world
inside my walls.
May we hold our wicked tongues
in the days and weeks to come
Bitter hatreds pollute our precious air
This Fall ~ let's all resolve to care
The fish once dreamed of air.
It rose toward the trembling light,
a ghost against the shimmer
and for one breathless instant,
it saw another world.
The sea pulled it back down.
The weight of water pressed its truth,
reminding it of gills and law,
of depths it must obey.
So too, I climb through thinning blue,
lungs burning in their cage,
the ground a fading anchor.
Above me wings,
and silence vast as thought.
What keeps me from the sun?
What binds me to this gravity of blood?
The same great Breath, divided,
that gives the fish its sea
and me my sky.
Each of us
a dream trapped in a different element,
yearning for what the other knows,
both reaching,
both falling,
both alive.
Cool breeze
carries wafts of
oven fresh pumpkin pie
on rack by the open window
Autumn
The autumn air is crisp like a potato chip
I can taste the breeze baking tree leaves
The color of them dance on my pupils
And I carry them within my spirit like song
The grass still green is freshly mowed
And the geese are hanging around
For the hidden treasures in ground
Like we do at thanksgiving dinner time
The garden is still colorful and bright
Flowers seem to breathe in gold sunlight
And I play hooky from cranberry chores
To take in the sounds smells others ignore
no one can chill as easily as a frog on a ocean liner’s deck
I saw one lounging in a chair, everything as loose as his neck
He was as comfortable as any animal I had ever seen in night air.
Look at that frog! another said. He’s melting without a care.
All sudden, all sudden
Last sitting behind the tree
like a fresh flower
dropped down from the tree.
I wonder where it gone,
there was a cup of tea...
All sudden where it gone -
the cup of tea and
a fresh flower dropped
down from the tree.
There were some sort of dreams -
some are seen and other are unseen.
The flowers were all filled up.
The scary and sweet
both are with me.
The flowers were all filled
with breeze,
and sweetest air both with me.
All sudden, where it gone?
Now I am watching the tree.
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