Long Ciders Poems

Twelve is the number of months we journey through;
time sprints by, it's true

Eleven sounds for the first line - I reckoned
five for the second

Ten is the count of either fingers or toes;
do cool things with...

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Cornucopia

Trumpet Sounding – abundance Resounding –
A harvest not Empty – a horn of Plenty –
Season bounty Astounding – safe from snowbound Surroundings
Fall Caressing fair autumn Blessings.

Sweet orbs of Green or burgundy Seen
In arbors that Wait...

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I don't like snakes or spiders,
weak tea or fizzy ciders.
Seats on buses that are slightly damp,
TV presenters who are far too camp.

Jalapeño peppers that are too hot to handle,
or electricity cuts when you can't find...

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Air is altering its pattern
Dusks are getting crispier
Nights are falling earlier
Sun is taking time to rise up

Leaves are changing their colors
Trees are showing off their fiery flairs 
Pine needles and acorns have scattered all over
Halloween...

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A hint of red and yellow
Amongst a sea of green
A sign that change is coming
To the forest canopies

This morn's air is slightly chilled
Much more than in past months
And squirrels scurry 'cross the ground
Collecting all their...

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Past the salad fields of green,
With ciders flowing in between,
An island sits though out a-ways,
Of candy from the holidays.

They’re thrown away and tossed aside,
Without a bite or even tried,
So past the days of fresher primes,
They...

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I think I need a soldier
To guard me from attack
Think I need a soldier 
With a tight six-pack
Of ciders, ideally apple 
So I may chill and drink
As I’d really like a little time
To pause and...

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I DREADED HER THE FRIST TIME I REALIZE SHE WAS MY GRANDMA. I 
LOOKED INTO HER EYES. I KNEW SHE HATED ME TOO. 

I THOUGHT SHE WAS LIKE FALLING ROUTEN APPLES FRON AN OLD SPOIL...

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If its Hennessy that sets me free then let it be
If this ecstasy belongs to me 
Then I smoke tree
Choke me in coke 
Drown me in dope
I sink Black Labels til Johnnie Walks unstable

Blame it...

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As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze
Umbrella of colors brain ingests assists minds eye a peaceful rest
Totally brings you to your knees this peaceful landscape of the trees
Upon your eyes, gloriously pleased,...

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the clearing was large enough to fit about
twelve of your Lion King themed picnic
blankets without coming close to the forest’s
edge. I thought about bringing you out there
and telling you that and then I remembered
that you...

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She was a beautiful girl
Dark and plush like her dad,
I held her in my hands,
Smiling was she, the eldest
Of my sister's motherhood.

She has grown up now,
She is a woman,
A fool with dirty cash has caught...

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