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I Form - Imagism 9-18-24 6-20 lines
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A Golden Kiss
Summer bows out and leaves a golden kiss
Maize dozes in mellow aster afternoons
Orange glows on future jack-o-lanterns
Multicolor bumpy gourds ride snaking vines
Yellow corn silks dance like razzle dazzles
Apples drink in the fading crimson sun
Sunflowers sigh -autumn storms breach the sky
Geese with twilight on their wings see new stars
Ruby gems of cranberries swim in bogs
Purple grapes soak in the warmth for harvest
Twirling leaves leave frosty lace skeletons
Fuzzy bees bid adieu to yellow days
Tawny acorns shiver in the cold nights
Fall wears an amber blush of jubilee.
I had read about reincarnation and past lives and there was a suggestion.
To ask a young child “who were you before you were GABBY.”
On Saturday September 15th 2012 I asked my grandson Jack Turner
“Who were you before you were Jack?”
He told me that he used to be a magic teacher on Saturn before he died.
He told me that he was seventeen when he died and I was six, and I was his
best student.
He said the kids were 4, 5, 6, 3, 2 and one.
He said that he had missed me SO much when I left, that he cried.
He also told me that he had been orange cat and now a tree.
He said the orange cat was our current pet Sophie, who is a cocker spaniel.
He said he had also been a bear and a leaf in other lives.
He was talking so fast I did not want to slow him down, so I didn’t.
I wrote this all down after he was satisfied and went into the house.
His amber eyes got huge and he said “Guess what my favorite life was?”
I could not guess.
He yelled “I was a TREE! and you PLANTED me! Grandma, I was so
happy when you planted my seeds!”
I asked if I had dogs and he said “you had four dogs and about sixteen
cats and I was SOOOOOOO happy Grandma!”
He gave me a big hug afterwards and said this in the middle of a
rather long answer.
“I won’t remember this, so you’d better remember it, OKAY, Grandma?”
He told me Saturn has one ring but some people think it has three.
He talked about death like it was no big deal.
Then I died, but then I was a butterfly!”
big smile.
I can never tell you how much I adore this child.
These words have not been invented.
Marked with awesome color-change radiance
Exposing great nature’s glorious brilliance
My season showcases marvelous wonders
Designed by great God*, devoid of blunders.
Midst phenomenon that’s iridescent
Seen through foliage so magnificent
My beauty shines in every hue’s detail
As glowing leaves of magenta prevail.
Boughs in crimson, scarlet, orange do blend
Soon turning to russet or auburn trend
While red and gold leaves blend by sweet breeze-blow.
I surely exude divine Artist’s glow.
By my reign, creation presents paradise-sight
Through abundant and vibrant harvest delight.
Highlighting grandeur of awesome blest worth
As majestic thanksgiving time on earth.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
December 14, 2025
2nd place, "Seasons" Personification in Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/18/2025
Rambunctious
Rambunctious rainstorms
Laugh – dance with rock and roll sun ~
Promise of rainbows.
Sunrise bursting out
In bright shafts – hues of orange ~
Bright eyed wake up call.
Brilliant yellow rays
Run across the morning sky ~
Golden amethyst.
Peaceful blue - serene -
Sapphire skies deep as oceans ~
Wadding in their depths.
Lush fields of green nap
Refreshed by rains after noon ~
Emeralds flashing.
Sunset fire burning
Fiery plumes of red and rose ~
A neon light show.
Paper thin moonlight
Fragile - delicate embrace ~
Luminescent pearl.
Deep purple shadows
Softly whisper through midnight ~
Lullaby – Good Night.
In settings where bold forests host pumpkins,
A crimson heart and amber warmth arise,
Like Valentine Pumpkins showing olden
Glow of peaceful orbs flaming in night skies.
Valentine Pumpkins are gifts from spirits,
Reflecting Peace on their smiley faces,
Releasing new heights, no thunderous hits,
Their soothing colors emit three graces.
Red, not wrath: autumn leaves and sweet roses;
Orange, not angry, but in Harvest rites.
Each flame burns where a calm spirit dozes.
Whispered truth rises, henceforth, in these lights.
Valentine Pumpkins prevail because love
Meets the Harvest Magic of Stars above!
We the Peeps are masked and fattened.
Lady Liberty is splayed wide for business
for those who want an easy piece
and for those who want to diss her.
The economy is all but trashed
there's a zombie in the white house
stomping the heart of the working man...
and you thought Mister Orange was rad.
I laughed aloud when a friend said
that Jesus would've been a Democrat...
I don't think my friend knows a thing
about the Constitution or the 10 Commandments.
I think Jesus would've been an independent
and rubbed the noses of jackasses and elephants
into a pile of their own excrement...
I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to pass the time
Then without a conscious reason except for boredom's reach
I open my desk drawer to a mixture of mystique
A magnetic magic bracelet used to cure my rheumatism
Surrounded now with pins and staples an error in optimism
A yellow wooden pencil its rubber now a stub
An unused lifetime membership to some forgotten club
A mechanical lead pencil with no refills in sight
A bottle of used white-out the top cemented tight
Post-it notes with messages which I can't understand
Telephone numbers without a name not written in my hand
Ballpoint pens with dried-up ink no longer do they write
A solar-powered calculator gone flat for lack of light
Rubber-bands that no longer stretch and little bits of string
Two black dice and a deck of cards missing a red king
Sun glasses a mini racing car and a worn-out golf shoe cleat
A funny little package which reads "Silica Do Not Eat
Orange sore-throat soothers now melted to a bar
Finger-nail clippers picture hooks and a pick for a guitar
A polishing cloth and a lucky charm that never seemed to pay
Needle and cotten a used band-aid and a bottle of nasal spray
Screw drivers erasers fluro-pens that have gone dry
Sticky tape a set of keys and a flashy bright bow-tie
This jumble of confusion has failed to solve my plight
I'll just keep counting backwards till I find something to write
Tiny snowflakes
Spiral from
The grey sky
That is the same color of
Dirty paintbrushes
In a pallet of the residual water
the snow
falls
and
sweeps over
the trees
who no longer
wear coats
of red
and orange leaves
natures
skeletons
for the moment
such giants
that sleep
and snowflakes
fall
onto my jacket
as I shiver
into the cool winters
midafternoon
and
the silence
is eerie
until
my feet
step
on the dead
leaves
who are also grey
I say goodbye
To summer days
As the geese
Fly to
Escape the far freezing reaches
Of this place
My heart
Goes with them, and we are all
Frozen here
With the snowflakes that
Made the ice
That killed the green
Where has the suns warmth
Gone?
With
Beautifully painted sunsets
That now
Leaves us with one gigantic
Mess
Where has my love gone
Away with the seasons
Where
Has my hope gone
Now that daylight is slowly leaving?
All seasons romp through nightfall, dawn, and rain
With leaves prancing as breezes lead their way ,
A tango of summer glazes the spotlight
When boughs display a fired tap to excite.
Soon, autumn bares her petals in orange
To foxtrot with the moon, sleek like curved trees
Cascading on lanes robed in amber and gold
A rhythmic glide that makes chilled buds unfold.
Though winter mellows when snow meets the dark
December spins a waltz, pacing her gait;
Unlike springtime, raw fragrance in new bloom
Wild rumba thrills high from a floral costume.
Seasons bounce along tempos, each one rare
Welcoming cycles filled with pirouettes
Their symbol of thanks to God for nature’s dance;
Oh dames of joy, bring moments of romance!
A Season's Dance Contest, Gail Doyle
by nette onclaud
10.8.13
Love is waiting outside, on the sidewalk,
Surrounded by red and orange petals,
Standing unmovable, still made of gold,
Not lost or found, not bought or sold.
A couple came, lips moving as they talk,
Her smile and heartbeat, his two medals.
They surround love with sheer curiosity,
Examining Love with casual proximity.
He took of his jacket and boots and said:
“what stops Loves to continue his raid?”
Her face was rosy, she kissed his heart:
“I know love must be in every part!”
After an embrace, she let him fly away ,
where the gold melted, a mark was left.
She lifted the bow, arrows and shaft
as the breeze took the petals to sway…
Is love going flying or walking now?
He has wings, she carries the arrow…
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