OCTOBER’S GARDEN
January is fresh, new paths it always brings.
December is a companion to finish the line.
Throughout the year, life beautifully springs;
Plenty of flowers make the garden a shrine.
What grows in October, anyway?
Lennon was born in this month,
My birthday is on the fourth,
‘Tis also Saint Francis’s Celebration Day.
Lennon sang love: that´s all we need;
Saint Francis cared for all creatures: that´s love indeed.
As for me, of hope and peace I sow the seed.
All other months are fine; one could be a bellwether.
Wonderful things October displays,
Including its charm of pleasant weather.
Can you hear consequence? Is it calling?
Will we ever turn to face the weather?
Hush little lamb; all your senseless bawling.
Blinded by our choices; a braided tether.
Striding in cadence with the bellwether.
We’ll soon have to answer; all together.
Armor
By Sy Roth
Not a knight
But suited in armor nonetheless.
Right now, I am night,
Shrouded in a darkness.
They see me
Or perhaps just look at me
Hidden in shade.
A shade adorned in blue and gold
Messenger of nothing.
But what they see
Or are willing to attribute.
An attribute given meaning
Bellwether of the herd.
Language unheard in the fog
Of the tolling bells.
Can’t cipher meaning in this attention
While at attention
Doing the duty of being
Dressed in the armor
Of the general moment.
So here I sit tapping away
Wondering what words to say
The worldwide news is on the telly
But it all seems rather smelly
The weather forecast is now on
I hope it sings a better song
But there is nothing I can say or do
As the weather forecast is not new
Rain and thunder will descend
Until high pressure comes again
Oh how life is much the same
I don’t know but we seem to name
Every storm that comes our way
Never mind it doesn’t matter
The weather forecast will get better
So what’s the next name of my temper
Shall I call it Barbarossa
For you and me we just need to see
That life is up and down
Like the weather changes everyday
We just need to find our way
Through life’s bellwether
DAMO
You may be antiquated so dormant
during seasons of inclement weather
then my champion you become rampant
when sun is high my garden bellwether,
morning dew glisten on your corolla
crisp perfect petals of vibrant claret
as summer breeze sings soothing opera
you stand proud swaying like a free spirit,
exquisite outstanding prize of the bed
now full bloom exhaling your aroma
protected by thorns exquisite shaped head
from bud to bloom you declare persona
I know old rose you won't live for ever
though you prove you can still give great pleasure.
8/1/2018
Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.
The prescience
plays a bellwether role
on the path of light.
Come and share
with me the moment of truth:
victory of unknown.
You say truism
will fail one day in
fire and smoke.
Satish Verma
The gods looked down upon the plebes
and roared a loud thunderous laugh.
Those arrogant humans never
Learn. They spend precious time flirting
Audaciously with foolishness;
They set their eyes toward heaven
And expect to achieve greatness.
By whose precious standards do they
Trust determining their greatness?
Their own supreme egotism
Suffices as their bellwether
And so therein lies their weakness
A trait exclusively human.
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