Science Autumn Poems

My last Thursday class is over - my class-week is over.

Looking back at the science building we’d just left,
the hallway looked dark, like the throat...

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mustard spreads its warmth
	stone ground with bits of bold brown ~
		leaves valiant passing

(September Full Moon – Lakota)...

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Worry knot chokes out the living daylights

I know from personal experience
the foolhardiness of
courting, flirting, honeymooning...
worse case scenario,
particularly when just a wee lad,
yours truly internalized
unfamiliar bodily...

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It’s starting to cool down here in Connecticut. Leaves are falling, like giant, burnt snowflakes (science says that trees send chemical signals to their branches...

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Hearken to my song, my tale
My story swift, and true;
I will utter only once.
‘Neath skies of azure blue

I seek the science of the mind;
The study...

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O’ cleverest witch, yet
Prudent of all science,
mighty and sharp like 
a hunter’s blade.

On your strong infinite 
Spine you carry them;
real and imaginary
 demons, rational and...

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I CRUMBLED YOUR LEAVES
WITH GLOVED HANDS
AND MIXED THE RESIDUE WITH SAND
I PLANTED MY COLLARDS AND KALE
MY TURNIPS AND HORSRADISHES
SOME WERE IN THE PALE
I CRUMBLED YOUR...

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I humbly salute you,
For giving me such a visual feast,
As I look at the multi-coloured carpet of leaves you place under my feet.

I humbly salute...

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First comes Spring, with daisies and Easter eggs, 
And little girls running around wearing their Sunday best.
My peony's start blooming, followed by
long walks with my...

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A Poem That Time Forgot Contest
Sponsor: Silent One

MY OLD OAK TREE

 I whispered to the breeze,
   “Don't make a mess out of me”,
...

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I’m now a free spirit dancing in the storm.
I bend with the breeze, carefree twirling in the rain.
I wander here and there,
Kissing my mom before...

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The itty-bitty spider knew 
he had to web his site.
He was in the corner of breakfast nook.
I watched him all night.
He went up the line...

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Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait...

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Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend...

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