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An Arctic wind comes reaping the mild air,
breath hangs in clouds and grass hides under frost,
low morning sun soaks branches soon stripped bare,
boots wallow in the reds and golds now lost.
Chevrons of Geese head south for warmer climes,
ground creatures bedding down until the spring,
their instincts telling them it is the time
when nature's heartbeat slows, and no birds sing.
No kindness shown as autumn's laid to rest,
no mercy given, winter's blade unsheathed,
it's willing victim gladly bares it's breast
and falls, in pallid shades the land is wreathed.
Each year this drama plays, the rise and fall
consoled by distant promise, spring will call.
Once upon a time, a Bedeviled Bachelor,
fell in love with a Sinister Spinster.
It seemed to be a match made in Heaven,
until the day all Hell broke loose.
It started when the Bachelor's Brother,
laid eyes on the Sinister Spinster's Sister.
It occured at Bachelor and Spinster's wedding.
Brother was best man, Sister was maid of honor.
Bachelor and Spinster was completely unaware
that this wasn't the first time the two had met.
On the contrary, they had met years ago;
And totally despised one another.
The irony was, it too was at a wedding.
This time, Brother was best man to Best Friend,
Sister was maid of honor to College Roommate.
The two hooked up after way too many drinks.
Needless to say, the encounter was disastrous.
He passed out while on top of her small frame,
then proceeded to hurl all over the bed
while she was pinned helplessly underneath.
It made a mess of her beautiful gown,
not to mention the damage it did to her hairdo.
The poor girl was trapped like a rat for hours,
because she couldn't pry his 250 lbs. off of her.
When she was finally able to wriggle free,
she commenced to kicking the living daylights out of him.
He came to with this wild Hellcat screaming maniacally,
and pummeling him black and blue. He retaliated.
So, the moment they saw each other again;
after their last unforgettable encounter,
the fight began just like it ended before...full tilt!
Bachelor and Spinster intervened immediately.
Unfortunately, they got caught up in the melee too.
Bachelor pulled Sister off of Brother,
Spinster pulled Brother off of Sister.
Sister kneed Bachelor, Brother decked Spinster!
When it was finally laid to rest...
Spinster blamed Bachelor for Brother,
Bachelor blamed Spinster for Sister.
It ended the relationship and wedding.
Five years later, the Bedeviled Bachelor
was still a practicing Bachelor.
And the Sinister Spinster, well she decided...
Men suck and married her Sister's Girlfriend.
Often in the spoken word,
perhaps a long farewell,
Passion, romance soon to bud,
but only time will tell…
Once again yesterday,
and twice before next week,
in a simple act of kindness,
or a gift that’s quite unique…
An ode to trenchant dreamers,
matchless lovers from afar…
It’s okay – tomorrow then,
they gaze upon the stars…
Will two star-crossed lovers,
spell bound nonetheless,
spend their lives together…
and be jointly laid to rest?
Some believe the perfect life,
is likely just a myth.
Live and learn - and look again,
for life itself’s a gift….
Copyright © 2011
April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?
The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?
The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?
April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!
Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!
April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!
Treachery, misery, things brought by insanity. Places know in Abysmal Fog.
Like Parricide, and infanticide. Things purchased from the blackest soul.
Teeming with and saturated by a malevolence only known as ABYSS
Darkness can only be fed by what was once lucidity turned to insanity.
Homicide, suicide, killing for pleasure, and the grandest must be Regicide.
We struck our liege down once … why not again! All it will cost is a fading soul
Freedom’s laid to rest in a country gone insane
Peoples hates and fears forgotten through all the pain
Political powers ruling the soul of human race
Grasped in the clutches of democracy
Leaves the mind with a blackened space
Two thousand years since Jesus Died
All is lost no hope no pride
Went to the lash to save us pain
Amassed our fortunes for nothing but gain
Went to the cross to give us existence
Through blood shot eyes we give back resistance
Two thousand years since Jesus died
All is lost no hope no pride
Shed his blood to forgive our sins
Gave our money to do it again
A crown of thorns he wore for us
A gown of gold we hold for us
The cross he carried, no warrant, no cry
The coffers we fill, we never care why.
So maybe it’s time for His Own kind of crime
This thing we saw before …. Called Genocide
A mother holds her infant to her breast,
sucking safely; its fears are laid to rest.
A primal link bonding mother and child;
a sharing of hearts, instinctive and wild.
A soldier huddles in the stench of death,
determined to fight to his final breath.
Lives rely on his bravery today,
and despite his fears, he's resigned to stay.
A dad encourages his toddler son,
holding his hands till his first step is won.
With his arms outstretched, he coaches him on
as he waddles forth, inhibitions gone.
A virgin bride feeling anxious inside,
indulges temptations she's long denied.
While in their bed, she surrenders her will
to her husband and love's intimate thrill.
A common thread stitches these souls in place:
an ethereal bond; time can't erase.
Believe what you will on matters discussed:
Humanity's heart has evolved through trust.
Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road
We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a galaxy fueled by the heat of a dying star
The raindrops roll down my china doll cheeks
Makes my hair glisten like candlelight hope diamonds
And the rain washes away my feelings of self loathing
This weathered couch so lonesome in a field of curious horses
Seats sociable strangers Intoxicated with vodka mixers and self pride
Under an umbrella a polish model speaks broken English poetry Cuddling into my side instinctively she acted sisterly
My body was their hurricane shelter and my arms kept them from harm
He slid in on the ancient couch to seek momentarily comfort from the soaking tsunami
Faded........floating on a wave of intoxicated insta-friendships that we made only in our kindergarten years
when we wore tiaras and over sized dresses wide eyed and gaped toothless
Imagining what greatness would become of us Superheros and Princesses
The bass of the stereos fueled masculine desires for destruction
They tossed the grandfather couch into the flames and became a beaming beacon of light in all the darkness the smoke spiraled as the fires creeping fingers consumed the skeletal remains of the chesterfield.
Twas cremated at the early hour of dusk
University was just the eclipse in our eye lids
Life is a wayward hurricane NASA plane emblazoning on a rainbow runway
spin yourself faster than a ballerina collapsing into the tutu frill.... brighter than a lantern fueled by essence of a thousand swarming fireflies
Our naiive youth is but the past, we left it behind in this catacomb laid to rest
Form:
What I sing from my chest
Only for ivory keys to hear.
Are the same old words
That cracked lips bear.
That familiar tune that calloused fingers play
Is the one that my own heart aches to say.
I have plucked and I have strummed
But when its my own heartstrings
That are plucked for the masses
Will my soul succumb or burn to ashes?
If a song is played for others to judge
Its worth is no longer for me alone.
My fears replayed as feedback
And my own tune I have outgrown.
When the keys have cracked
And guitar strings snapped;
Is the silence left a rest
Or is it forever prolonged?
I have played my part
And sang my chant
My ear worm finally laid to rest.
Yet a few notes linger in the air
Awaiting the song to begin again.
She watches me grow till she got old
and before I turned five
Our family dog Sheba died
I keep her memory inside
and dream of how we played
slept under the Elm for shade
Distant it now seems
she still wanders in my dreams
How she licked my face with her big kiss
giggles and barks always amiss
Her big fluffy ears and long curved tail
Her joyful bark like a happy yell
She was my first childhood pal
Even at five I cried and cried
Under the Elm, she was laid to rest
Then Zero became our puppy pest
Zero was small, not tall
with a stubby tail and short legs
And was as messy as a baby pig
He chewed what he wasn't supposed to chew
and yelped and whined so it made you blue
But he had big sorrowful eyes
that melted your heart as you realized
This puppy Zero was my new friend
through boyhood years I cherished him
In sadness, he was a comfort to me
In joy my laughter he got out of me
He followed me as I rode my bike
cuddle next to me to sleep at night
Played fetch like it would never go out of style
Swing him around in the air as he bit on a towel
Girls liked him with his sad eyes and cute face
He kept chasing me even though I never lost a race
After I went college bound
In my bed, dead was Zero my parents found
I came back to bury him
The best of the best my little friend
Other dogs I have owned and they made me smile
But there is nothing like the bond between a dog and a child.
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She tried with all her might,
To shoulder the burden of life.
She bore witness to farewells each day,
And chose life in the face of every storm.
They all tried, really they did,
Until they found refuge in their fall.
This little leaf had no complaint,
As one by one, all her friends were laid to rest.
When solitude became an unpleasant companion,
She would peak into the window at the lying form.
Her mind would go to faraway lands,
Where she and her were free of promises.
They could be the wind and fly away,
Finding themselves where illness frayed.
Where she could be a wayward leaf tucked in her hair,
Or lost amongst her many pages inked with confessions of love.
Or she could've passed by her still in her green,
To have never met again thereof.
She wished it was anywhere,
But here -
Where life would choose them,
And they could choose death.
From the perspective of the leaf, inspired by The Last Leaf by O.Henry