It sings with a voice that stings two skies,
That fades the summer yet can’t evade autumn.
September holds both the warmth and the cold,
Of summer’s youthfulness and autumn’s ruthlessness.
A thousand weathers still thunder one name,
As northern breezes chill, leaves whisper red on each hill.
On the wind, leaves from oaks bless away
prayers, though silent, leave a gentle grace
like cinnamon, pumpkin spice and gray
blessing so quietly it feels like loves here to stay
soon winter will visit with its chilly embrace
and I’ll hear the joy of Christmas as I pray
Problems when park in,
To some they show a stop sign,
To some a guideline
From a well-wisher genuine--
To follow and feel so fine.
A beautiful girl,
To boy, a beauty to meet,
To wolf, meat to eat,
To sage, one with the same soul,
All three their fond flags unfurl.
World is a garden
Where whiling time’s no evil,
And God, no warden,
Has bestowed man a free will
To wield, exert or just chill.
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Tanka | 17.08.2025 | problem, garden, girl
chill breeze
Ron sneezed
deep freeze
he wheezed
stung knees
cried, please ...
death’s tease
~ disease
The dank cold chill
stills the dawn
to forlorn quietude,
as the day hopes
in vain for
summer rays to
lift eyelids awake
to a warm break of day.
Shorebirds huddle
out of the shadows
to catch the glimmer
of weak light rays
that trickle onto
the sand flats.
Syrupy waves ripple
the lake's surface
trying their best
to make the best of
the frigid situation,
with the scene
blanketed by the cold.
Yet the lakeside chill knows
its reign is short-lived,
with the lake's vignette
hanging-out
for Spring's relieving
high-five touché touch
of warmth.
Water gushes
from the purifier
Cold mug
chills my hands
Coffee brews
in the pot
Coffee scent
fills the air
"An empty room that defies explanation is a timeless mystery only to those that don't remember the reason" Quote by the Poet
Maybe someone had memories of the room.
Maybe they were all long forgotten by gloom.
There was eeriness, as if inaudible whispers remained,
Bouncing echoes off the walls, neglected and stained.
A chill was imagined even on sunny days.
Nothing remained, not even prospects, never praised.
No hope lingered, no anticipation of a new coat of paint.
Did spirits take refuge, did a diabolical incident taint?
Be they captives, waiting for redemption to be released?
Neglect, could this be the reason life here ceased?
Is it this locked door that hides it's shame?
Emptiness, at least that gave the room a name.
Despite its overwhelming sense of doom,
It was, is and always will be, the empty room.
A light springtime shower watering each danity little flower
Reminiscing of a time when we sat on the stoop
swinging to and fro on the porch swing of life
Sharing great memories and dreaming of a time, when we could build our own house and plant a garden divine
I'm missing you my love for each day have moved on...of love and sweet charity where freedom was our song
With each sunlit shower falling from above I sit here in shackles, deprived of all your love
Memories and photographs is all I have left... for, so long ago you flew away from our secret little nest
Wandering
Wondering
Alone
I play our song.....
Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour
Shed tears no more soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri!
The croon in thine voice reminds me of her gloomy eyes, runs along into fading
Likewise the princesses of this world , she meandered a far, beauty , her carved tracks along
Why buzzing to remembrance once in back? Who would long for a heartache
digging into the wounded soul!
Ah Kite! Kite with the golden wings, this wet clouded noon hour
Shed tears no more, soaring higher and higher, by the river Dhansinri!.”
Although I cannot hear your sound,
I feel you must be hanging 'round
as I grow old.
I can't fool myself or pretend.
You don't compromise or bend
when it's time for me to end.
Why are you so cold?
You're like a woman in a fantasy
I think about but never see.
Through hardship and strife,
at times you offered me relief,
escape from pain and grief,
and though you're a heartless thief,
you wouldn't take my life.
The time, now near, I have no choice,
I listen, but I don't hear your voice,
lying quiet and still.
Will you inundate me with fear
or comfort me like a teddy bear?
I only feel, as I disappear,
a momentary chill.
Time is blossoming
Flowers abundance beauty
Chill the fire of life.
I feel the frost is coming,
the wind now chills my bones.
What once was warm a week ago,
the cold now solemnly owns.
Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.
Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.
I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief
while October’s wind trembled aspens like harp strings.
(Ten Poem Titles)
The Corruption Of My Lust For Life
Autumn Side Of September
Mundane Matters Of Mortals
Theft Of My Will To Survive
In Woes And Throes Of Sorrow
A Vanilla Dove
Escape Of The Bluesman’s Song
The Sham Of My Humanity
Death Is The Bane Of My Existence
The Shedding Trees Of Autumn
The first winter’s rain
Brings in the chill in the air
The sun hides behind the overcast sky
Playing hide and seek with the grey clouds
A gust of wind whooshes through the trees
The cold weather is set to begin
I wrap myself in a blanket in bed
Reading a novel with a mug of coffee in hand
Untimely rain brings us such pleasure
A time to lie and contemplate in leisure
w > w > w > w
i n > n > n
d W > I D …C I L
chillchillchillchillchillchillchillchill
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