Selfish young youth has brightly beamed faces
And beautiful gleaming gold hair as loose lace is,
Like balmy books with pale prefaces
Its intrinsic inceptive and prompt paces,
Soon, sad torrid time replaces
The sunny sparkle with gentler graces
And young youth with those tacit troughed ages.
leaf-peeping pastime
longing, watching leaves falling
autumn’s amber change
The static hums across the floor,
A heavy sound behind the door.
The city sleeps in quiet grey,
Before the breaking of the day.
An engine turns, a pulse takes hold,
A warmth that cuts through winter’s cold.
The shadows stretch, then yield to light,
And wash away the weight of night.
Something shifts beneath the stone,
A quiet force, yet fully grown.
Standing tall against the air,
A brand new dawn begins right there.
I knew you in the springtime,
when shoots were green
and blossoms a-bloom! Mornings
Rosy pink and Fresh! No tint of gloom.
Our summers hot, fiery--sultry!
Unlike the autumn, spotted, with
scent of the tomb – now winter,
nearer the final page – stupid youth
my preference not wise old sage!
Autumn leaf changes
Green into amber color
Longing to fall down.
[Poet’s Note in Comments Section of Poem ]
two companeros sorting revolutionary literature
in spirit’s gap unwrapping gifts knowing fresh
labour ! sabre cops might have followed us hot
cops never come on Saturdays — they watch rugby* remarks she blithely
work births experience dissolving glib speak
stealthily arrived contingent of state security police stalking
books, pamphlets, writings, ephemera, poems
confiscated not lovingly touched again
never say never self-assured confident
Fall is finally here
Cooler temperatures
Crisp air and being
In better and calmer spirits
Have you ever thought
That those sprinkled words
You once left
On your personal notes
Are just heavy memories
Wishing to be brought
To the surface?
They swirl mid air
In your dusty wooden workshop
Wishing for you
To purge them
To alchemize them
To transmute the black matter
Into pure light
Into sparkles and delight
No matter
How relentless they are
To how many treacherous lands
They’ve taken us so far
The message of hope for us all
Is: “May we always find
Bravery, Space and Time
To tame the chimeras
That wander freely in our minds
Bring them to our side
And dance in unison
With the utmost delight.”
amber late in life
one loosened leaf starts to fall
the book stays open
The kingdom of summer passes swiftly on the breeze,
Few golden days to mortal heads are bequeathed
Aye, there is beauty in the bronze upon the bough,
But swiftly it will fade to a dull and lifeless hue.
For the kiss of the sun fades with the dawn's biting chill,
The leaves cascade, without want or will.
If only outstretched hand and a voice heavy with command
Could cling to summer's mane and bid the season stand.
But one cannot hold back the turning tide of the season,
No matter the strength of desire or reason.
So we must retreat and stoke the fire,
And await the return of all we desire.
For green paradise shall return in due time,
And the kingdom of summer shall once again reign divine.
Now I see you,
Your true form unveiled.
A part of me,
Corrupted.
As old as I,
You were always there.
A growing sensation in me,
Awakened by my growing body.
You gave me no love,
Only lust and longing.
This I know now,
Before I was blind.
I've got you in my clutches now,
And though you struggle,
Clawing at me,
I know I can't let go.
It's for the best.
This pain is temporary,
Less than you've inflicted before,
I was just under your spell.
Soon this will pass,
And we may rest.
On the other side of suffering,
We will heal again, changed.
Colorful leaves
elegantly fall from trees
into amber piles
I'm longing to fall
like the amber autumn leaf
into changes arms.
Their masquerade
By Dustin Branum
9/21/26
The things they say that is
They ain't
The things they say that was
They wasn't
The things they say is up
Is down
The things they say is right
Is wrong
The things they say was then
Is now
The things they say is now
Was then
The things they say we can't
We can
The things they say will end
Has just begun
FANNING THE FLAMES
I was heavy
Weighed down
And buried by Judgment
Unintentional but hurtful just the same
Expectations of who I should be
As a daughter
As a Catholic
As a wife
As a colleague
By men
Fearful, yet domineering
Oh, the irony
That your insecurity has fueled my power
Fed the tiny coals that the women in my life
Have protected
Fanned them into flames
Fed the fire in my belly
Ignited my strength and resolve
Given birth to my voice
I am woman.
I liberate myself.
Hear me thunder!
And growl, and rage, and shout
I will no longer be judged, dismissed, hidden—
or silenced.
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