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FALL

FALL 
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Falling leaves, once vibrant fists of green, bow to placid flames.
Autumnal breeze plays in both up-tempo and gentle lulls.
Leaves, a symphony of umbers and golds, serve as crunching meditation.
Living life fully in sanguine scarlet before the season’s gentle letting go.

IMAGINATION

Inspiration should come from our own minds
Many poets are cheating, shame on them
AI is killing creativity!
Galling when people accept the glory ~
It's obvious a chatbot's written it!
No need to plagiarise, sadly some do
All of us have brain cells, put them to use!
Themes like nature are a good place to start
I get inspired by beauty around me
Often contest prompts entice folk to write
Now pick up your pen and write from the heart

Cardinal

(C)alling out for his mate
(A)lone in the misty morning
(R)ed wings flap with desire
(D)reaming of love at sunrise
(I)gniting a flame in his heart
(N)ow the blissful day begins
(A)ll the clouds above, drift by
(L)ove falls like rain;  she arrives

Heidi Sands

7/10/25

(C)opyright

Never Let Chances Slip By

M-any
Y-ears
L-ooked
A-t
F-alling
L-eaves
O-f
R-apid

H-ours,
E-ven
R-emembering
E-ach
D-ay's
E-rased
R-ecent
O-pportunities

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mylaflor C. Heredero)

Farewell to Summer - 2024

Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold. 
Life and death become the drum to which She will bend
Leaving the breathless Wind time to nimbly mend. 
 
Tomorrow She moves forward 
Onward from time borrowed. 
 
Sulking away with dried diamonds
Until Autumn’s auric sky explodes
Mindfully exposing Her horizons.
Memory of Summer implodes.
Efficacious efforts of Her victory,
Reign of Autumn’s golden glory.

September Falls

September came in like a sombre whirlwind,  
Eclipsing the deadening blossoms of summer.  
Pallid moonlight coats glistening frost,  
That coats the last strands of grass holding on.  
Embers of a pagan pyre swirl through the air,  
Mass ritualistic hymns ring across realms,  
Breaching otherworldly barriers,  
Evoking sacred cosmic rites,  
Resurrecting scattered souls.  

Falling bodies collapse to the slaughter,  
As one soul is given in exchange for another.  
 Loss begets loss;  
Lightning suddenly surges through the skies,  
Signalling completion of an unholy ritual.

September Falls

Squirrels are gathering; nuts to bury
Eagerly digging, for warm earth is soft
Painted, a sky in hues that are many
This golden glister is scattered aloft 

Even autumnal, as thin sun rides low
Men strut in T-shirts, ignoring the chill
Beauties all bare what they dare… one last show
Enjoying the looks laid upon them still

Ripened and ready are these orchard fruits
Falling for fear of remaining unpicked
An autumn frost cometh, a winter hint
Leaving some lying like leaves to be kicked

Lovers on sheepskin, a stove that burns wood
Soft music playing: September is good

September Falls

Silver-lined clumps of cloud fleet floats away
End-summer splendor shines in ashen sky
Pairs of joyful birds bathe in the blue bay
The fall’s footsteps trace hued track on the sly
Ember meadow wears crown of diamond dew
Mesmeric dawn gleams finesse of dream glow
Blazing garden path gets paved with gold new	
Empty tree boughs shed bronze leaves rustling slow
Relined spent sun in satin sky sets fire

Falling night sprouts sapphire stars shining bright
Amazed, I roam with mind soaring higher
Long to absorb the moondust with delight
Lilting crisp air spreads out ripples of cheer
Songful my heart hasn’t found yours so much near

May Flowers

"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... "  Psalm 1:3


Memories stir my heart to sing,
Alive as the trembling vines,
Yesterday’s melodies on golden wings…

Falling like dewdrops, stirring
Laughing limbs, petals and seeds,
Overwhelmed by the song’s notes,
Whispering forever in the praises,
Endless seas of blooms, amazing me,
Reflecting the firefly’s gentle glow,
Soothing away April’s drizzling flow.

Not Me Being Gruff

N egative messages
O n going harrassments
Tensions unending start

Miraculously bullied intimidated
Endless referrals

Basically stocked yet non retaliate
Execrable in so being left-alone
Iow grade honorable cowardice
Now likely to defend themselves
Gentle forbearing acceptance now easygoing

Guilting into shame
Resting now tolerant patient indulgent
Undemandling compromising forbearing
Friendly now in full repentant acceptance
Falling out of intimidating coercion arm-twisting constraint

10/12/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

The Magic of Autumn

The pause between Summer and Winter
Harvest time, pumpkins, apple pies and corn
Enchanting scenes of stained glass foliage


Magnificent fiery colors of soft yellow, orange and red
Autumn is like a melancholy song
Gusty winds and golden leaves flying
Inspirational is the beautiful decay everywhere
Chilly nights, cozy sweaters, long country drives

Orange blanket stretching in all directions
Falling leaves dance, spin and twirl

Apple cider after a long walk
Unpredictable rain
The season of a long goodbye
Until the snow paints nature white 
Maple trees red against the sky take my breath away
Nuts for the scampering squirrels-  make me laugh 

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September 27, 2021


Poetry/Acrostic/The Magic of Autumn
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1391-503-27
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Autumn Acrostic Poetry
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 10/14/2021

Third Place

The Withering Warrior

D  irections of our lives seem futile and our hearts obstructed.
E  very person, every woman, every child, every
M  an has lost the freedom that was promised - now corrupted,
O  bliterated by those whose rigid rules destroy our memories
C  asting our will, our dreams, our freedom aside 
R  elinquishing our growth as a nation to thrive freely.
A  fghanistan you lay like the wounded warrior that lied
C  alling out “I can no longer fight, I must hide” for me to be.
Y  ears have come and gone too long, as our history is no longer the prize.


G  lory to god to protect our children as they live with tyrants,
O  ligarchs and kings that take food from their mouths.
N  othing under our sun will shine in this moment of violence
E  xcept silver bullets shot with hate to scare our souls to bow


Sept. 2, 2021

Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest

Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
sponsored by Kim Rodriguez

Sunflower

Sizzling summer kisses fire up the heat
Until lovers merge both body and soul,
Neither one wanting to live life alone.
Falling in love, two hearts meld into one
Love, one dream, one wish, one hope, and one soul. 
Ode to sunflowers in bloom, desire sets 
Wild sensual whispers upon the wind, 
Each silent word morphing into a sigh
Romping in the meadows of summer's green.

Lifes Mysteries

Life’s a river; reading riddles it flows.
In morn, he crawls, tiptoeing like a leech, 
Falling - kneeling, crawling in fours, he goes,
Enters he second stage, all love to reach,
Swiftly rising, in twos he walks, cooing   
Mysteries of life and gaily, dancing;
Yet seeing only scenes that do wooing,
Steadily he runs, glancing and prancing; 
Thereby, not seeing the tragic down fall,
Enters he his third stage and walks on threes,
Rising sky high but beginning to crawl 
In vast pool of sea, being lulled by breeze. 
Every step he keeps, mysteries he meets, 
Sounding, silent; merrily all he greets.


ALL YOURS (Jan 29) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand

*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 31, 2020)

Syllable count: 10 syllables in each line (Ref: https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter
Rhyming scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Dec. 5, 2020
Lifes mysteries Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: John Hamilton 


Inspiration from Sophocles' King Oedipus and my own poem “Life is a River” (published in 2016)

Gray Grandpa's Last Words By Beside

A s usual
B efore bedtime
C ome sit with me he did say
D onald Dennis my grandpa
E tering the inner room curtain
F alling by his bedside we
G athering almost in a circle
H earing his old cracked voice
I nner our heart ears
J ust before he fades up 
K nowledge of life and mysteries
L oves to our memories embrace
M ind our tender age
N o man knowns it all , he did say
O pen your heart's ears let them pump wisdom to the veins
P ut attension inner your forebrain pulse before you get puzzled
Q ueer the times and tides
R eminiscence life not bed of roses
S ay ye when you mean ye and no when its no
T hrust not away the truth but trust in the Lord
U se your instincts unbelief goes the broad path
V ine fruitful when vintage is come
W ait patiently your time impatience is a step
       forward three step backwards
X ylose by his bedside ,sip little then winkled 
       his eyes yearn his this words
Y ou recall someday someway somewhat
             somewhere when time upon you.

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