Long Autumn Poems
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FALL, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TIME OF THE YEAR. WHEN A BLUSHING
AUTUMN COMES TO PROVIDE US WITH APPLES HANGING OFF FLOURISHING TREES, IT IS TIME TO TAKE IN THEIR RUBIOUS COLORS. AS THEY HANG
FROM THEIR STURDY STEMS WE ADMIRE THEIR MULT-COLORED SHADES OF SUNBURNT YELLOW, GOLD AND BROWN.
INSIDE THE ORCHARD WE SOMETIMES FIND LADDERS, GREAT BIG BUSHELS,
STRAW AND LINEN HATS WORN ASKEW, AND SOMETIMES BIG GOLDEN SMILES THAT SAY, " I'M LIVING IT UP! "
WHAT BETTER PLACE TO BE THEN UNDERNEATH AN AUTUMN TREE, WHERE
EVERYTHING SHIMMERS WITH NATURAL LIGHT.
LEAVES DANCE AND SWIVEL BEFORE YOUR EYES, THEN SLOWLY LAND IN THE PALM OF YOUR OPEN HAND.
THE SUN GOES DOWN AND IT IS TIME TO KEEP SILENCE WITH THE BASKET
MOON AND THE CELESTIAL EVENING STARS.
SO GO AHEAD AND EASE INTO THIS SEASON WITH A QUIET SOUL.
HELP THE APPLES SAY GOODBYE TO SUMMER. AFTER ALL IT IS AUTUMN,
A TIME FOR FALLING LEAVES THAT SIGH.
Winter Autumn Spring the door!
Now I know the flow goes all the way to the summertime heat!
From the ocean low to the valley floor around the earth-circled seat then back to us from the cliffs mountains to the sea and the shores!
One flow to the cities villages to the country back door from the little towns from the valley one path straight to a created flow! Let not your heart be troubled neither let it be afraid! Don't let it be afraid not your heartstrings perfect love casts out fear again and again and again let love rule from my point of view deep within your mind speaking to the tattered torn misused tried sad starry some way sometimes lonely soul take it to the Lord in prayer yes let us put love to the test to the Father Which is now in heaven holy hallowed be his name let thy kingdom come let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven Dear Father.
Among the quiet streams that give peace tranquility serenity and the passion of life that gives love joy a smile or two-point laughter being in us maybe than we know too, it comes from the the Lord where Love flows deeply and fiercely like a mighty stream chill still, The waters run clear and deep reminisce or think clearly lift up your water glass while I have a drink of water!
Sometimes my heart breaks
With music that was never played
Epiphanies swell and create
A still that I could never have foreseen,
A wonderful that is beyond soul’s grief
A tenderness that feeds the moment gentleness
A silent truth that arrives with autumn tones
A moment in time, fading, so lauded
Erasing the distant past, sharing time
That will forever last…
Breaking through the morning blue
With a touch of all the fresh and new
Dreams beseeching grace that is so steady
Risking the dance to awaken the pure
Rising in the heart, a kindness, a breath
Like the wind, she gasps and sails through the air
Remembering the sounds of everlasting expressions
Song in the air, a music so accepting
Melodies of light, softly playing on the night
Forbidding the heart to leave, forgetting the heart can easily deceive….
BAKED CORN
In an Autumn morn
Me to relish baked corn,
crispy dainty delicious
Grandma is serious
to prepare and serve.
Me to chew and observe.
She is so happy to feed.
I am indulging my greed.
She tells ‘Have more, my boy.
Please eat lots and enjoy.’
She is my best Grand Mom
Me, her only grandson Tom.
Oh! My Dearest Grand Mother
We are made for each other.
10/07/19
Picture Chosen 3.
' Realism Art 'Contest by Eve Roper
As autumn wanes and winter falls,
I always wait for owls' calls
They must not live near me, close by,
so seldom do I hear their cry,
but every winter, once or twice,
they come to my woodlot for mice.
And so I know, on some cold night,
when milky moon spills liquid light,
a muffled wail, a haunting chide
will part the darkness, here, inside.
And I will turn, lie very still
and listen to the hooting— shrill,
and then, again, musky and loud,
enfolded in a billowed cloud.
With fog it fades, as great wings beat
through gauzy gloom, where wild things meet,
and trees and owls and creatures blend
in ancient turns that never end.
As echoed voices wend away,
while morning turns the black to gray,
beyond my lot, their hazy howls
float back to where I wait for owls.
*this poem was featured in my regional newspaper in Feb. 2020
Time for a road trip let’s hit the road
We will visit the ocean east coast
Wish us well traveling mercies blessings
We will be cold but happy I’m guessing
When I see the wintery sea
I will think of summery things
How I’d like to splash in the pool
But not in winter I’m no fool
We will watch the autumn sky
How the clouds dance on by
As the breeze sing of wind chimes
And the poets write winter rhymes
The little deli small and quaint
Needs more than a little paint
But the food makes up for it
Taste as good as a Hershey kiss
We people watch as we wait
For a specific time of day
When the sun sets like a sail
A beautiful blaze all is well
All that you see
Is dream in flesh;
Just be happy
In peak or crash.
See true beauty
In life's sure dash;
What's the hurry
To cut and slash?
Live with bold heart
With cheer and smile;
Love creates art
Through touch that styles.
Be kind to all
Who struggle here;
Rise when you fall
Yet keep good cheer.
Tact makes each act
Easy to wear;
Let truth spawn fact
In work and fare.
Yes be happy
Right now and here;
Joy sets you free
With profound cheer.
Keep heart and mind
In-sync with soul;
Cheer streams in kind
A seamless whole
Be beyond fear
And go with grace;
Look to good cheer
To light your face.
Voice words cheery
That spark fond glow;
Yes be happy
In ebb and flow.
Listen and heed:
Do live wisely
With wants and needs
And be happy.
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2015
Singapore
AUBURN AUTUMN
Auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Leaves leave deciduous trees, being dry.
Nascent foliage in luster at best.
Festival on completion of harvest.
Rufus vibrant Autumn to glow and glaze.
Nascent foliage in luster at best.
On blossoms shimmering Sun reflecting rays.
Rufus vibrant Autumn to glow and glaze.
Grasshoppers are greeted by glossy grass.
Bees butterflies flying frolic in sunny days.
Sparrows and sterlings are chirping in mass.
Grasshoppers are greeted by glossy grass.
Open outdoor romance lovers to try
Better than drinking desires in wine glass.
Auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
09/27/22
Of the many things that I like I could go on ad infinitum,
But it would take reams of paper should I list every item!
So I'll confine myself to ten or so things that I like best,
And at some other time I'll bore you with the rest!
I like inscrutable cats and crispy onion rings,
And light classical music featuring melodic strings.
Although some persnickety folks may have their doubts,
Fiddle faddle! I happen to like Brussels sprouts!
I like folks who practice The Golden Rule.
I just happen to like my spouse - she's a real jewel!
I like juicy beefsteak termaters fresh from the vine.
I savor Beringer's White Zinfandel for my taste in wine!
I like concocting poetry though a Shakespeare I'll never be.
I like autumn when crimson and gold cloak every tree!
I could write of pickles and Snickers Bars but I'm limited to ten,
So I must meticulously edit this "masterpiece" and set aside my pen!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Joe Flach's "Top Ten" Contest - July 2010
The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's icy breath.
Now slumber long beneath the warming banks
upon your tender roots deep in the earth.
All while stillness patrols your sentried ranks,
you strengthen sap to bring a new year's birth.
The spice of burning wood pervades the air
as gentle snipping of the pruning shear
sets free your limbs for summer fruit to bear;
from tender newborn buds, which soon appear.
And so the cycle starts for wondrous vine
to once again turn sunshine into wine.