Horse Autumn Poems

A cold mist drifts across the ground,   
bringing a musty smell          
from damp mulch...

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George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie

trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin 
to present president; biden his time
trying to...

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My Horses and Me

The long endless praires
Welcomes use daily 
Relentless they are hot 
But a home
Sun burns us together
With its full power
Making me and my...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly...

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Bundled in a horse-drawn sleigh  
warm and snug on Thanksgiving Day
the children restless, we went on our way
as the shedding forest began to sway
and...

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HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku


'neath the chestnut tree
conkers* abound,all around-
a none-er strikes me

*conkers=horse chestnut seeds-provide a schoolyard 
autumn pastime

a 2011...

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In the USA, within certain parts of the “south” there comes a time of year called “Indian Summer”, but other parts of the USA also...

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Summer winds down, autumn appears
Leaves upon ground from deciduous trees
Foliage now rustic ebbs slowly away
Animals gather food for winters stay.

Webs that glisten from wet morning...

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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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It was a golden day filled with flying leaves and blue skies, the sun daring to show its face, beaming down as to yell I'm...

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It’s taken care of.
A friend of ours
who owns property by the Ohio river
has agreed to make use of her pontoon boat,
to take my ashes, to...

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Did you suspect the quark, in the dark knit-work of matter?
Did you unravel the mysteries of the pyramids?
Did you guess the coral, seahorse and pearl,...

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The sun rose early today.
Chilly air makes me miss her.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee along the Herrengasse brings me to rise.
My head aches from...

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You came home from Quebec,
you were never alone; 
              
  ...

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Yosa Buson haiku translations

On the temple’s great bronze gong
a butterfly
snoozes.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hard to describe:
this light sensation of being pinched
by a...

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