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Premium Member The Coming of Autumn

The Coming of Autumn
Gregory Firlotte

Imagine the sun with its dimming rays
peeping through leaves on wind-chilled days.
The earth shedding its green and flowery cloak
to take on a red and orange yoke
and chimneys send forth wispy veils of smoke
that announce a new season to all the folk. 

Outside the pumpkins and gourds are full
while inside one piles up blankets of wool.
And we tend to the hearths to ward off the chill
and reminisce about the Summer that bides with us still
in our collective memories but only until
the frost comes to stay to do Autumn's will.

copyright © 2017 Gregory Firlotte
Form: Rhyme


Mid December

Shades of gray, shadowed blues,
 darken the sky in winter hues.
It is a calm before the storm
 awaiting cold, ice and snow reborn.
Mid December chills the air
 frostbiting any who venture dares.
Late spring and dry hot summers
 failed to quench the earth from its slumber.
Frozen turf crunches beneath a walk
 and few creatures seen but for the hawk.
Winter bides its time and place
 taking hold with boldly waste.
Life flows, evolves and grows
 despite the falling of the snows.
Cold and dark the season
 that brings joy for the best of reasons.
Family gatherings and celebrations
 birth of a savior stirs gratitude and elation.
Recall the hymns and sing the refrains
 because of Christmas, we have eternal life to gain.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Rhyme Time Iii Winter's December

Shades of gray, shaded shadowed blues,
 darken the sky in wintry hues,
it is a calm before the storm news
 awaiting cold, ice and snow reborn.

Mid- December chills the air forlorn
 frostbiting any who venture there in scorn
where spring and dry hot summers were once adorn
 yet fail to quench the earth from its sleepy slumber.

Frozen crunches beneath the oaken lumber
 expose creatures seen in the hawk's mighty plunder,
winter bides its time and place in rumbles of thunder
 taking hold with boldly haste.

Life flows, evolves and hurries as if in chase
 despite the falling of the snows upon our race,
cold and dark the season soon is erased
 that brings us joy for the best of reasons.

Family gatherings and celebrations of the season
 in birth of a savior, gratitude, faith and elation teasing,
recall the hymns and sing the refrains most pleasing
 because of Christmas, we have eternal life anew.



12/10/17
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Stone Keepsakes

Love lingers, in the objects of stone left behind,
holding pleasing recollections of welcome footfalls;
the painful memories, most, spent of love declined.

Those last few months of harborless shores, the squalls 
fade, as I gaze on the jade keeper left bedside,
holding pleasing recollections of welcome footfalls.

The blade of horn, carved with love's protection, bides.
An owl of stone my guardian makes nightmares
fade, as I gaze on the jade keeper left bedside,

I have keys given me in faith, your love declared.
Though trust given, never was withdrawn, never died.
An owl of stone my guardian makes nightmares

fade, and over gold-amber earrings; I still cry.
Yes, you are goodly gone, and that I truly know;
though trust given never was withdrawn, never died.

Happy times of kisses warm, of love bestowed,
love lingers, in the objects of stone left behind.
Yes, you are goodly gone and that I truly know,
the painful memories, most, spent of love declined.

Premium Member Death Is Terrified

Bishop of our souls, looked below.
His blood, a flow.
Life, gave it all —
so great our fall.

The great I Am entombed. Presumed
that mankind’s doomed!
Angels abide
by Jesus side.

Of scripture, death is terrified.
His eyes are wide
when Jesus wakes —
bides fire in lakes.*

7/18/2021
12 Lines in Rhyme
Sponsor: Joseph May
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*bides - waits for

1 Peter 2:25 For you were like sheep going astray, but now you have returned to the Shepherd (Bishop) and Overseer of your souls.

Revelation 20:14 Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire.

Bible Scriptures NIV
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Ballad of Mistress Moon

The sun has deigned to smile on me 
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon

I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow

On velvet sheets of midnight black
I reign, mistress supreme
The stars all look with wonder on
Entranced by each moon beam

The love he made remains in me
And pulsates forming tides
The sea and oceans can't be still
From love that in me bides

The waves, they swell and do my will
The mistress of the night
Reflecting love from lover Sun
Until he rules in light

The sun, he comes to smile at me
His lover, mistress moon
He raptures me in his embrace
My splendor will shine soon

Eileen Manassian

Premium Member Tranquility

Tranquility has settled like a dove
Serenity and Peace have kissed in love
Contentment bides in place of sweet repose
and Beauty welcomes all with gifted rose

The Turbulence of life hears, "Peace be still."
Obeisance to the call brings honored thrill
the breath of Kindness then refreshes life
and vanquished Hate no longer brings on strife

Forgotten is the Heartache driven tear
transpired is the ghoul whose name is Fear
the shroud of pain falls back by hands unseen
and Joy comes back to reign where it has been

Such comfort and assurance none can steal
Embraced in grace, the heart finds time to heal

Eileen Manassian
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member MY HIKU COLLECTION

2007
*
the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
*
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
*
on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
*
on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its close
*
the tiles dusted with snow-
trickle down fills the
rain butt
*
kissing-gate swings-
eternally hitched to you
my heartfelt love
*

in the paddy field
waters of Spring-
green shoots in my heart
*
2008
*
shadows lengthen
chestnuts roast-
winter bides
*
2009
*
Summer peepshow-
snowberries sunbathing -
autumn preview-
*
2010
*
frozen into epigrams
tripping off a brush-
haiga images
*
azalea perfume hints-
yellows the lawn
this summer morn
*
a long parting kiss-
imprinted upon my lips
her lingering heat
*
shades of shadowing fall
highlights the pampas grass-
rose hips ripening
*
2011
*
words left unsaid
drift upon the east wind-
freeze in my heart
*
breeze in trees
tiny moths flutter -
cherry blossoms me
*
no breeze tonight
the trees pose statuesque-
thoughts holds on pause
*
the email opens-
through a veil of tears
a rainbow appears
*
a sunset backlit
sculptures the aboretum-
I ,on 'morrow gaze
*

Indian summer-
out of depression's shadow-
Autumn leaves my heart
*
in my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
*
neath the chestnut tree
conkers* abound,all around-
a none-er strikes me
*
*conkers=horse chestnut seeds-provide a schoolyard 
autumn pastime-wiki or google for more info
Form: Tristich

Words of Violence and Strife I

DISCORD
All is not at rest in the halls of the dead. 
In the fields were we roam. Something sits, waits, bides its time. 
Tell me do you feel the tremor in the ties that bind 
the links of life forever interwoven in the fabric of the night. 
Can you conspired to know what is unknown. 
A quite discord in the dead of night forever more, never more. 
All is a not at rest in the halls of the dead. 
Feel it craw deep in the walls turning boring churning. 
In the fields were we roam. Something sits, waits, bides its time. 
We wander in the GRAND halls. 
Distant is the call. 
A quite sound of brooks turning churning
bubbling at the Falls
Along a bleak, desolate field the haloed black sun breaks.
Lost and alone knowing nothing but never unknown.
All is a Discord in the halls of the damned. 
In the cities were we drift. 
It sits, bides its time. 
Starting in to the darkening 
wastes, eyes a fire, something waits.

Lines Oan Pennen

Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast,
Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast. 
Wi a rid phone boax in pride o place mak a call tae freends an aa. 
Nae thing tae spile the view ower grey blue sea reflecting azure sky 
Rest yer mind oan Pennans lap bringing a smile tae yer mou'.
Sky ablaze with fire a glow as ancient as the stones
Ancients witnessed this cosmic fire thinking it was the gods ire, 
Hiding within circles of towering stone while druids chanted 
Smiling as they alone knew ,it was the voyage of the sun roon the wurld
Bringing the gift of life making crops grow at summers height.
Stillness settles over the sea and land, lulling all to rest and sleep, 
A flash o siller moon catching and painted by setting sun.   
Now the red of setting sun is painted over the sky,
Segou’s fly hame tae roost oan clifface steep an sheer, 
Till yince again at dawns rise  brichtens the sky again.

Splish, splash said the seagaus  yin tae anither,

Fur whit wull we hae fur oor supper e dey, 

said the ither ,Ah ken lets hae fish, 

Whit again replied the first ane, weel we aa ken that at Pennan ye allus get the 
best fush 

my but yer richt therr ma freen quick afore yon dolphins jin the queue 

C,mon n hurry get therr furst  an gie them the push.



Pennan is the fushing village wherr “Local Hero” wus fulmed.
Form: Rhyme

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