Best Windfalls Poems

A litany of leaves tango
to the tune of your chilly flow,
so windblown.

Moody clouds move silently by
in a turbulent silver sky,
as windfalls.

Showing signs of your wrath, the trees,
to whipping the waves of the seas,
so windswept.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
11-16-14
WIND - Compound Word Verse...

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Ribbed  strands of wheat across the plain
bend at the knees, to drink the rain
in windfalls
Brown from harvest, drought and blight,
are cornstalks spinning through the night
like windmills
The dry stalks slant and dangle leaves
and rattle music through the trees
in windstorms




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Written for Nette's Contest: Fire, Earth, Wind
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Nopalero = one who deals with/sells nopales [edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled paper littering the floors,
reeking of cat urine and layer upon...

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The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves
they're dipped in orange butterscotch.
The squirrel's nests of pick-up sticks
hide acorns stores which plink-plop.

Below the apple trees bowed branches
mother harvests windfalls for pies.
Father takes a old buck down
for mincemeat pie, bye and bye. 

The corn field's full of children small
gathering ears...

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For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

                         I

Why don’t...

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I asked a scientist to make an olive's leaf,
So green with its juices,
Smelling spring and sweat from gatherers hands.
He answered that he couldn't.
I asked him to make the light of the sun,
Reflecting its warmth in morning's appearance.
To make a sun enslavor of the sea,
Of breathing...

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Hearth of Winds

From west to east you plumb axisal spin,

And darted on the limbs of the poles.

On longitudes and latitudes, you are dotted in silhouettes.

Just above the horizon of age, you journeyed,

Beckoning the threshold of syllabubic windfalls.

Sated with doldrums of lambent haul,

And the pomp of...

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Windfalls of apples,
dull reds and brown leaf
scattered amongst
the creeping mist
that filters through
the wily woven web of spiders,
laying in wait
unknowing of the migration
that followed the sun...!

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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PIECES   OF  PAPER  -   A   POET’S  HEART


My mauve cloth shimmers to the ground,
And the love letters in the wind, 
Scripts of poems  still young,  
All the scope of love,  living scraps of life,
Lie...

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Plundering stuff to clone is obscene
Leeching from others whose work they have seen
Always alert for what comes their way
Grabbing their windfalls by night and by day
In their bid for acclaim and contests to win
As they strive to be first to get copyrights in
Redoubling their effort...

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Cider only requires one straw—
Sipping with my Sweetheart.
Dreaming about apples—
Some big (and) some small...
Whispering windfalls upon a fallen time ground.
Fields endless waves motionless now;
And then
Hearts as sweet as Cider’s bottomless feel
Incapable of prediction;
Moments blossom molding beauty
Out of anticipation.
Sweetheart runs in place.
Spiraling emotional curiosity—
Butterfly knots twist.
Squeezing...

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For too long I kept my eyes from seeing the clues
	Too many signs left unseen
	Though you never gave up on me
	You made things plain to see
	I tried to wipe the clues clean
And used every excuse and diversion in my ruse

For too long I ran from...

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It was after Mom’s dad passed her mom bought canaries.
Grams felt life less lonely, I think, with their singing,
and gave her idea that flying the coop to
live close to my mom could be Southland for grey birds!

Gram’s love’s stroke unexpected (he died in mid-sixties);
Today seems...

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I've never felt so safe as I do with you
I can be myself, laugh my laugh
Tell bad jokes, dress up, dress down
Drink too much, laugh out loud
Eat too much, cry in a crowd
With you I'm free..free to be me....

Flawed, sad
Hopeful, mad
Rebellious, tactical
Frustrated, practical
Encouraging, strong
Always right,...

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It would seem that our early ancestors 
Foraged afar to find the freshest fruit   
But sometimes they would have to eat windfalls 
That were covered with that white fungal fur  
Which made the windfall fruit start to ferment  
And making alcohol...

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