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Whisper's of October
Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream
Warding off the howling sound in mid-September's stream
Casting a line about a ginger light,
found in the depths of everything
Engaging from the sitting twilight, numb, tranquilized
Exposing and expressing the emotions found within
An attic lost in the Ancient sky ---awaits
A poetic hand is formed ---reaching out
A hissing whisper out of the darkness,
Listen-in, the echoes of October are calling
A halo, that reconciles a mysterious monarch moon
A mono grip in which summons a mysterious voice
of sweet serenity
Poets posting poems along the midnight page
Each poet can compose a poem and mimic free fallen verses,
One might call it a creative craving curse,
Webmaster's whose words speak for themselves
Voiceless-
They feel, and spills the will of idolized ink,
Blind-handed, splitting day from night
Warm whispers, needing no food to consume
Migraines of ink, feeding the soul
Burning Pages, overused pens
They've forgotten the pretty flowers
Living like lions, who never comes out of their dens
Murmuring and devouring, the enigmas of the unknown
Eyes behind a sieve, close tighter than before,
They hide nothing-
A world created from every sky-scrape the wall
Wanting to belong, a trick -or- treat*er in disguise
No friends, everything is pretend
These poets can’t be described, can't be believed
They are the best in what they do
For all you know this poet might be me,
This poet might be you
9/3/14
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
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Autumn Afterglow
As halcyon summer days
wave goodbye
Bucolic trees seen from
an autumn sky
Become a cynosure
of colored bliss
So heat of summer days
we will not miss.
When dawn's hoarfrost gleams
on gossamer seams,
As diamonds are bestowed
by sunlit beams
With pastiche of rainbow
hues in tall trees,
Leaves begin their dance
when cool zephyrs tease,
Imbued with beauty and
susurrus sound
A wayward wafture before
touching ground.
10-30-18
EARLY NOVEMBER 2018,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by: Brian Strand ~First Place~
SEASONAL OR UNSEASONAL Poetry Contest~5th Placement~
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018
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Introducing: Leonora Galinta & Poet Destroyer
I was awoken by the effulgent smiles of sunlight
Dancing on my window pane with great delight
A jovial repartee of birds: I didn’t sleep last night
Waiting for my love under the gleaming moonlight
“Till I heard their melodies of a glorious morning sight
In my blue gown, I run up the verdant hills
What an enchanting view, so mesmerized …I stand still
A gentle breeze wraps its arms all over me, down my heel
Tingling my deepest sensations, great passion I feel
October Breeze just arrived, dancing with flowers …I kneel
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Savoring the moment passing by ...I listen
The wind whispers -- watching leaves as they glisten
On this day, a beautiful October Lullaby of life is written
The squirrels outside -on this night - seem quite smitten
Another dreamy tune under the blue moon's transition
Dancing my way down the verdant hill, under the sun
I run with joy, into the arms of the majestic one
The passion I feel describes fall's adventure just begun
Intoxicated by the blossoms ...I stand still, in a silent shun
Dreaming and romancing with my love Blue October
~A Poet Destroyer collaboration~
A tribute and birthday Gift
TO: LEONORA GALINTA
Happy Birthday
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
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Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me
As dying embers gleam across the sea
In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,
Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.
I feel the joy this season has to share
In golden harvest that the branches bear,
And I am thankful for this blessed year,
For divine abundance I share so dear.
The sun and moon take on a special glow
As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.
Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,
Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.
When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost
I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013
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Is it
simply a case of precipitation,
moist warm air condensation
or are they God’s tears showering us with love,
as rain washes away our sorrows,
in the hope of brighter tomorrows.
Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun
with murky dull clouds lingering.
A cornucopia of soggy brown leaves
slither and slide under our feet.
A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously
with no concern for those they disturb.
Ladies shelter under umbrellas appearing morose,
whilst school children splatter in puddles,
laughing and giggling in sheer delight.
The rain is never cold when one is young.
Pollutant auto mobiles drive by monotonously
their passengers are safe as
windscreen wipers clear their way.
Stores are lit with commercialised displays
as the air fills with excitement for fun that awaits.
In hope the October rain does not dampen their spirits.
Squirrels gather up supplies ready to hibernate.
High above birds fly south for warmer temperatures.
A fragile old leaf falls upon me through the blustery wind,
leading to a philosophical thought about turning over a new leaf.
Lost within the season of change and contemplation,
one thing will never change though –
the October rain.
The Silent One
originally written 29 October 2015
re-posted 18 October 2017
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017
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October sky, the 1st we celebrate, a seasons heart yearned treasured moment,
Sun rises, new beginnings, Enlightens nature, we seek atonement.
Dawn lights an autumn’s crisp chill, christening fallen leaves of tomorrow,
Decorated front porch memories, earthly heritage, smothered sorrow.
Passes monsoons, thirst quenched foliage, brought on dust storms, summer’s breeze.
Colors dancing, enchanting harvest, Orange golden glows, on resting trees,
Cinnamon sneaks by steaming cider, mulls a spiced aroma essence,
Caramel apple, child’s smile, escapes harvest reminisce.
A wonder inspired walk, a gentle kick to wisp away,
Tree’s blessings, fallen life, decorated memories of yesterday.
Crisp leaves falling, sprinkled mist, dripping dew drops land by chance,
Hearts pitter pattered warmth speaks, provoking sudden dance.
Fawns brook side, a mother’s love, protectant father thru seasons dressing,
Such beauty grace lingers freely, coins free, bestows natures blessing.
Falls door opens, touched hearts so deeply, awakened sober love outpours,
God’s mystique he created goodness, for all of us he adores.
Daylights autumn beauty, followed by nightfall’s tucked in kiss,
A glowing lullaby, we’re put to bed; our harvests moon we’ve greatly missed.
Copyright © Chelcie Darling | Year Posted 2016
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October Poem
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Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker.
To these shelves, haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
my fingers grasp a book from under the dust and webs,
bringing life back, to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker,
it's well-worn, leather spine just waiting to chill my own.
My fingers grasp a book, from under the dust and webs,
while autumn winds rustle leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
it's well-worn leather spine, just waiting, to chill my own,
my head, sinking further back into the velvet-lined chair.
While autumn winds rustle, leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
candlelight flickers dimly across the tattered old pages,
my head sinking further, back into the velvet-lined chair,
where the ghosts of Irving and Dickens will not let me sleep.
Candlelight flickers dimly, across the tattered, old pages,
I, unable to recline, with the shadows thrown by the fire,
where the ghosts, of Irving and Dickens, will not let me sleep,
residents of the dark welcome, and wait to be revisited.
I, unable to recline with the shadows, thrown by the fire,
as a rare, late October storm brews, beyond the pane,
residents of the dark, welcome and wait, to be revisited,
around midnight, in the library, I found myself... drawn.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the still ones staking, such an eerie sight to see –
dark and dreary, I’m so leery, such an eerie sight to see –
is this but a reverie?
In the graveyard shadows shimmer, dark of night is growing dimmer,
dimmer still without a glimmer, shadows ‘round the old oak tree.
Shadows dancing ever nearer, nearer still and getting clearer,
clearer like distorted mirror, twisting ghastly sight to see –
growing vastly, looming lastly, such a ghastly sight to see –
certainly a reverie?
Piercing sounds are penetrating, ear drums deafening pulsating,
ringing louder, devastating, echoes off the old oak tree.
Echoes bouncing screeching grating, ever louder agitating,
instigating, fears creating, from this ghoulish sight to see –
Am I mulish, maybe foolish, such a ghoulish sight to see –
surely just a reverie?
In the dark my head is spinning, round and round these sights imprinting,
fusing on my brain beginning, questioning my sanity.
All these sights and sounds are weighing, weighing as the ghouls are playing
playing as they do their preying, preying on my vanity –
I am praying, ghouls are swaying, preying on my vanity –
have I lost my sanity?
Eerie night just seems persisting, lasting as my mind is twisting,
waiting for daylight’s assisting, lighting up the old oak tree.
Eerie sights and sounds now fading, dark of night for daylight trading,
light of day is now invading, leaving me to clearly see –
seeing nearly, life so dearly, oh so clearly now I see –
must have been a reverie…..
or have I lost my sanity?
July 26, 2018
I wanted to see if I could write a poem that would even make Poe proud, hopefully I succeeded.
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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Autumn
a chilling wave
crunching melancholy
nostalgic for summer warm heart
shrinking passions of deciduous souls
perennial strain for blending
raking over losses
as we behold
Autumn
Autumn
rebirth and growth
a carving golden Nature
mother earth to ripe souls gives birth
harmonious fall of mellow aura
a promise of blooming roses
the poets fascination
enrapturing
Autumn
October 10th, 2018
(A Double Rictameter)
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018
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October Poem
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As I walk downtown I see an alley
Where a black cat sat staring up at me,
The sound of her purring was so soothing
Lulled and hypnotized me how could that be.
With its green eyes lightning up the darkness
I saw a sign was hanging that said Tea,
It seemed to be just around the corner
In an alley that led down to the sea.
I walk and the black cat seems to follow
Awareness of her presence filled the air,
In a flash we turned around the corner
Where stood an old stone building with one stair.
I looked to find the feline now missing,
Then climbed the step and gently pushed the door,
Cobwebs hung from rafters on the ceiling,
The wind made dust balls race across the floor.
I noticed tea of all sorts lined each wall,
The smells of herbs and spices filled my nose.
Sitting in a corner sat a woman,
Glaring at me sniffing a thorny rose.
Her eyes an emerald green that sparkled
Her hair a shiny black darker then night,
By her stood a broom with crooked handle
My senses told me something was not right.
I turned and ran while saying I’m sorry,
It seems I’m lost forgive me and good day,
Hearing horrid screeches I am shaking
Running around the corner in late May.
Soaked with sweat I run out to the main street
People wonder why I’m carrying on,
As I shout loud, don’t go down this alley
I turn and notice that it now is gone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.17.2014
For Francine Roberts Contest
Around the Corner
2nd
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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Come an' pick yerself an apple,
Come an' pick a heapin' load;
Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel
An' a couple fer the road.
There's a dozen different sizes,
Pink an' yella, red 'r lime,
Shades that match the pale sunrises
Of the apple pickin' time.
Go an' make an apple pie,
Make it thirty miles high,
Then you'll be in apple heaven
Till the day you up an' die.
Come an' pick yerself an apple,
Come an' pick a heapin' load;
Come an' pick a bloomin' bushel
An' a couple fer the road;
Some for Gran and Uncle Pete,
An' a few fer fighting crime;
'Cause the fella down the street
Knows it's apple pickin' time.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
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Mum’s
Baking
Pumpkin pie.
Light crisp pastry
Silky smooth topping
Adorned with pastry leaves
Topped with swirls of white whipped cream.
I start drooling; it’s so tempting
Our spoons are poised ready to tuck in
Oh how I adore autumn harvest time!
For love of October Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
09~23~15
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
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Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
Where rain and sunshine smack on a rainbow beam
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Buoying up the breeze as it dances and toasts its grace
When rain and sunshine smack on a rainbow beam
Blissful days of October, in wide open arms…embrace
Buoying up the breeze as it dances, toasts its grace
Petal-litters bounce and float on air in tranquil glade
Blissful days of October, in wide open arms…embrace
As green grasses bud out from densely colored bed
Petal-litters bounce and float on air in tranquil glade
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
As green grass buds out from densely colored bed
Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
October 6, 2016 11.50pm
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
I wrote this poem to greet you all lovingly a Very Happy and Blessed October!
Also, a very Happy Birthday to the October Celebrants especially to our dearest poetess and friend (my dearest poetic Sis-BFF), Miss PD /LINDA, whose birthday is TODAY October 7 together with our dearest friend/ poetess, Miss Debbie Duncan (Oct. 7), also Mr. Frank and Mr. Kash, they’re Oct. 7 also I think, and for other Libran-Scorpions Celebrants: Sis-libramate Sandy Ivy (Oct 5 like me, i miss u), my other poetic friends Mandy T, Suz D, Sandra A, Dr. Ram, Carol E, Sandra A, Caycay and others. Happy, Happy Birthday! Wishing you the BEST in life especially Good Health, Happiness and Success. Biggest and warmest birthday hugs from me!
May God bless you all!
This humble composition was also inspired by the form (not for the contest ) and the highlights of the month below:
Autumn Season (although there are unexpected rainfalls/thunderstorms here in T) ,Holy Rosary Month, Vegetarian Festival (in my place) , Halloween and LIBRANS-SORPIONS BIRTHDAY MONTH.
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2016
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Aesthetic Autumn
Oh scarlet sunset your red hue,
Vermilion shades with crimson too,
Match my favorite season's shades
O'er woodlands and bright gilded glades
Trees claim rust, orange, brown and gold,
What a stunning sight to behold!
Soft rain combined with wayward wind
Refreshes trees as drops descend.
As dancing, twirling leaves depart
Their susurrate song stills my heart.
10-1-18
Vermillion Autumn Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor Vermillion Scythe
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018
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LIBRA TALE
Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
Balance of truth and dare
Good and Evil, full of care
Blind when it comes to blood line
:) PD
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
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Listen to poem:
“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot
A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one
As green, as golden.
Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee,
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away our golden hours
And the painless green of youth.
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2013
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October Poem
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I ride freely in respite with what this blissful month serves
Like truant in yoga, forgetting all wonga and being wonk
That I may enjoy a long break before November morn
10/11/14 7.58am
--my very first sijo poem
Syllables: 14/16/14
Ninth Place
Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams/Sijo or Sedoka
Judged: 10/5/14
Sponsor: Poetess Andrea Dietrich
*wonga-means money
*wonk- also means someone who works and studies hard
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014
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Fruits
come in
abundance,
All yellow fields
burst with golden grains,
Birds sing their songs of grace;
Sunshine shows God’s full embrace.
Our farmers dance with joy and cheer,
Crates are full, all hearts in gratefulness,
Hail bountiful harvest this month of year!
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Sept. 24, 2015 6.25 p.m.
-I'm also dedicating this poem to the birthday celebrants of the month especially to my loving poet sis-bff, PD, also to my dear friend, Debbie D and the rests. I'll also include mself. :)Best wishes with more prosperity and successess!
Eight Place
Contest: For Love of October
Judged: 10/1/2015
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015
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No trick or treaters on the street
they're all in bed now, getting sleep,
Candies piled high upon the floor
collected from each neighbor's door,
Smoke rises from the pumpkin's grin
the day's magic still burns within,
Restless spirits are set free to roam
and find their way back to home,
An earthly reunion until the sun rises
with those who've met their demises,
It's time for October's farewell scene
on the final night of Halloween,
The harvest moon is setting low
opposite the rising sun's gentle glow,
Wandering souls leave us for another year
and say goodbye and shed a tear,
Because, they surely miss us, too
their tears become the morning dew,
To stain the leaves a shining gold
and welcome in wet November's cold.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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clip arts veil the sky
on sun’s trajectory slide
a welcoming sight
summer month’s debut
while flowers’ heyday aglow
red sky flecks from blue
clouds in flare stance
grand aura of blissful month
October sky's prom
©2012Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Aug. 25, 2015 10.30pm
Second Place
Contest: October Sky (three headed haiku)
Judged: 8/30/2015
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015
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Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair,
Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair.
They’ve accepted the fact that anytime may happen,
With this horrible disease which is also inherited from relatives and parent;
With all their gumption and fortitude, they wear prayers and faith in heart,
Strength in spirit to face the battle and trust God without a doubt.
They bravely underwent several treatments on pains without complain,
Knowing that some get streak of bad luck even from their environment;
All they wanted to do when amelioration happens,
Continue the struggle and show good examples to women.
On month of Breast Cancer Awareness, they’re making a shout,
Conducting the reveille for us all to keep abreast for the fight;
They believe that we’re in a brink of prevention which is better than cure,
If we avoid smoking and minimize alcohol to make our body safer for sure.
Having a healthy lifestyle is still the best,
Consumption of many fruits and vegetables and watch our diet,
Positive mental outlook and regular exercise are very important,
For a brighter tomorrow, against breast cancer- together we stand.
October 18, 2013 7.15 pm
Note:
This poem was written with the inspiration again of my cousin (now my 2nd poem dedicated to her ) and one of my colleagues. They’re both survivors of breast cancer. I lovingly dedicate also this poem to all our the breast cancer victims.
First Place
Contest: Pinktober
Judged: 11/6/13
Sponsor: My Greatest Poet/all time Fave, Linda
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013
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An October sky is like no other one....
A cool brisk wind and a clear bright sun....
The whispering breeze of wood burning....
Travels under my nose, and has my senses turning....
Little leaves of color fall so softly, exposing
this maple tree for all to see....
The days are short and the evenings come soon....
An October sky that enhances the moon....
A walk in the park as our feet shuffle through
the fallen leaves....
The children play on this Autumn day, with hints
of green from Summer it seems....
The clouds thicken nicely to make a ceiling for
this night....
For under an October sky, to me every things right...
For "Fall" contest
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010
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October Poem
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There once was a witch whose pies
Were unique as to flavor and size.
When she opened her ovens
She delighted her covens,
With dozens of old crusty guys.
Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2014
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October Poem
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Change
had brought
October
and you to me.
With words from a heart
so far from my own, but
still so close when I read them,
feel them, see them, bringing changes.
I, like the leaves, am falling fast,
hoping that you, like the earth, will catch me.
September 23rd, 2015
"For Love Of October" contest
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
lawn,
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
breeze.
Somewhere the sound of falling
leaves.
The sound of squirrel cracking
the walnut.
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
different shapes,
A passenger flight in the blue
sky,
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
lips,
Your unkempt hair flying
backwards,
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
spinning,
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.
Copyright © Kiran Bantawa | Year Posted 2013