Baseball Autumn Poems

In the realm of dreams, where echoes dance,
"Imagination" takes its chance.

Sparkling realms and cosmic hues,
A kaleidoscope of fanciful views.

I soar on whispers of fantasy's breeze,
Through...

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In the tapestry of divine embrace,
Aspect of God, woven with grace.
Indivisible from the cosmic whole,
A presence ensouls, a sacred soul.

Feeble form, ordained to unfold,
On earthly...

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As more and more leaves are beginning to fall meaning Autumn is coming to an end
we remembered we promised to bring a collection of leaves...

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I look out the window at the tree
in the back yard next door
just behind a small yellow house.
Its crown is still green, but I 
know...

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The breathtaking beauty of Fall is not
simply about the essence of the season.
If the weather were its only contribution,
That would be an awesome enough reason.

I...

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Autumn filled with wonderful colors
A perfect time for lovers
Even in snow conditions
We follow our fall traditions

Back to school
Looking cool
Homecoming dances
Start romances

Hanging with friends
On them we...

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To love colors is to love the season of Fall
To love Fall is to love the stunning beauty of trees
To love Autumn is to love...

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October announces autumn's cool weather.
Red, yellow, brown and some green
embellish the sky and horizon with color.
Blessed is the harvest of summer's hard work.
Orange carvings decorate...

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End of summer whistles through trees,
Like skylarks floating on the breeze
Staying awhile, a month or more,
Until winds come in howling roar
Blowing sleet, snow, and bitter...

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Near the end of October, a gelid wind blew
and froze the corollas of the dainty daisies;
it came as a surprise, sad was the face of...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Poems about Children V

Pan
by Michael R. Burch

Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves

Once there were paths that led to...

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..news paper 04/oct/10/22020


This world is  no good job i will open my own news paper factory by my mother name Leelawati b 
Good thing...

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I am looking forward to growing old,
staying in bed when mornings are cold.
Trips to the ocean to breathe the fresh air, 
with nary a thought...

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Serpico

limit tree eye
a passing passerby
with tulips that fly
into the eye we shall see
burning with fire
a gun for hire

Serpico as Al Pacino
go with the flow
came out...

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