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Fall
Autumn
Leaves of gold
Squirrels squirrel
their larders to fill
with nuts acorns fruits seeds
Hedgehogs start to hibernate
snuffling cosy place for to sleep
whilst Nature dreams of her Spring Parade
Written 25th August 2019
Contest Name Autumn or September or October Nonet
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Syllables Per Line: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Total # Syllables: 45
Small gathering
Chat and booze;
Cheer mixes well
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Public outcry
Corrupt cult;
Reduced sentence
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Words retreat
Darkness floods;
Cicadas chatter
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By temple facade
Glimpse mindful maze;
Karmic winds
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Joy greets
Sorrows teary;
Compromise
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Hot news today
Discounted appeal;
Sentences halved
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Squirrel zigzag
Tree trunk track;
Curious tact
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Walkway parade
Busy bodies fly past;
Workday side show
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Lamplight glow
Evening interlude;
Bedtime story
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Faces familiar
Evening meal here;
Gourmet finesse
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Note book scribbles
Tentative words stretch;
Meandering take
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Copy write
Clever glimpses;
Highlight ideas
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Water colour sketch
Tints and hues blot;
Emergent picture
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Prayer time
Temple bells;
Joss sticks smoke
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Leon Enriquez
08 April 2017
Singapore
Far, far love, flying over the land, over the city, music takes so far
The soul of desire can’t close; this life is not a slave. Glittering light
Faster than light, always flying, flying, just flying. Restless this mind
Restless solitude, undefined inclusion, secret crystal, eternal love
Dissonant, attitudinal, rhapsodic, wandering searcher, a cold life
A cold love. He blames life. Why is it so cruel? Why? Hmm. Why?
Life is a tear to him. He just sees the life on the tear, a magical vision
Everything is there, but something is missing. His other side. The love
The love. Hmm, but where does it come from? From the air. She flies
A white dove flies around him. Landed on his shoulder. Beautiful bird
The white dove gets its tear from his eye. The crystal pearl of suffering
The sun shines on this crystal pearl. The bird carries it in its beak away
Oh, where is the love? Where? Where is the heart? Where is the nest?
Where is the white pigeon? Can you see this soul? Black crows singing
The angel of love avoids this life. Demons live inside. Killed dreams are
All my creation. Creatures
Black ravens are flying around me
All of them are demons. Dancing demons
Just walk into the cemetery
Beautiful path
Why dove fly above me?
She dropped my diamond
A squirrel came
Its was cunning
It's taken away my glittering stone
Hmm
Hmm
I’m digging my grave
Goodbye Love
The squirrels scamper across the yard,
little critters reminding me life can be hard
they work all the year, storing their nuts
sometimes suffering from wounds and cuts
The birds zoom and flutter across the sky
precious wings, gentle – flying so high
they search everywhere for flowers, seeds
thrive in the summers who supply all their needs
The deer so amazing, glide across the hills
beautiful creatures whose joy never stills
they seek peace in the woods where they stay
breathing amid the trees, whose leaves seem to pray
The best of the seasons are found in the hearts
of all the peaceful animals whose grace never departs
because of their beauty, their gentle grace and calm
the forests and skies seem filled with a tender psalm
All of God’s creatures are meant to bring us joy
so even when we fail to see, how we must annoy
with our highways, cars and truck, houses of wood
ending their adventures just because we could
How they must worry about the forest going away
as we send them farther with everything we say
How they must need to find a quiet, peaceful place
amid the shadows of the trees so tall and full of grace
Only God Himself can tell us the truth of our mistakes
we conquered the world without seeing the highest stakes
When we let our guard down and realize what this means
we find, in the silence, as we see behind the scenes…
This modern world we live in, with all its destructive things
can’t possibly make us happy with all the ruin it brings
and when we listen to the forest, with the animal’s who agree
we’ll realize we need to change – to save the wild and free
oh, how we’ve broken promises, to those who believed
we’d stop our damage, so our forest friends who grieved
would see that we meant to give them a chance
to follow instincts, seek life amid the oaks who dance
We have a bird feeder on our porch we fill with bird seed every day
We love to watch the different birds visit…the cardinals, the wrens…the jays
But every time we fill the feeder we painfully become aware
how the squirrels also like birdseed…and squirrels don’t like to share.
I’ve tried a myriad of solutions to deter the squirrel attack
but no matter what I’ve done…they just keep coming back.
I tried attaching a rope to the feeder, in through a window next to my favorite chair
I would pull it and make the feeder swing when I saw a squirrel in there.
Little did I know, however, each time I pulled the string
that squirrels not only like to eat…they also like to swing.
I fastened the feeder to a zip line where birds were light enough to dine
but the weight of the heavier squirrel would send it streaming down the line
Yet I found myself dumbfounded…(my frustration I couldn’t hide)
when more squirrels than ever before lined up…awaiting their turn to ride.
I heard squirrels hated hot chili flakes but they would not deter the sparrows
only to find the squirrels partying in the feeder…wearing serapes and sombreros.
Lastly I found a wooden cat and affixed her near the feeder
hoping she would stand guard and become a squirrel impeder.
But she only made it easier…gee I hadn’t I thought of that…
now the squirrels don’t have to jump to the feeder…they just step upon the cat.
So we continue to feed the squirrels by filling the feeder every day
and occasionally when they squirrels are full we see a cardinal, a wren or a jay.
But I am not discouraged…I see this as a problem for the ages…
My next solution, as I watch the squirrel fill his little cheeks
is in the planning stages.
Beauty smiles
Truth keeps watch;
Joy murmurs
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Jacuzzi trip
Clear water massage;
Aqueous healing
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Midtown moments
Sunny side up;
Poignant flavours
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Walkway charades
Morning fiesta;
Umbrella cacophony
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Old Mister Lee
Two years gone;
Tembusu memoir
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Such silly antics
Blindside politics;
Monkey business
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Glimpses of home
Michelin Star meals;
Vivid prosperity
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Dark skyline
Thunder and lightning;
Rainy dawn hurls
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Morning outline
Lake shore rainbow;
Sun and rain
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Cat nap
Purrs dreams;
Feline fancy
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Brown squirrel
Zigzag curiosity;
Fruity forage
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Street vendor
Latest news print;
Too many unsold
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Car pool moments
Grab or Uber taxi;
Disrupted trips
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Cash speaks
Goods listen;
Magic barters
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Word budget espresso
Not much unsaid;
Meaning percolates
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Morning cuppa
Double-shot sling;
Caffeine fix pump
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Raining again
April pregnant wet;
Sun on holiday
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By the wayside
Fallen nest;
Broken bird's eggs
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Anniversary here
Candles attest;
Fond memory awakes
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Leon Enriquez
03 April 2017
Singapore
OK!
I Think This
"Loving Yourself"
Bit Has Gone
A
LITTLE TOOOOO FARRRRRRR !!!!!!
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Ha Ha Ha
HA!
HA.
That Doesn't Even FEEL Original.
You Can Do Better Than That.
Oh - Get A Life...
Get Your OWN Life, You GUYZZZZZ...
Sheesh!
-Gray Squirrel
05-19-2025
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Who Here Loves Dancing Music???
I'll Just Stack Up 5 Poems,
Like Logs Then...
I Guess...
You're Cute!
Not really.
-Gray Squirrel
05-19-2025
Another Double-Yoker You-All!
Say Cheese...
CHEESE!!!
Serious, But NOT Serious... I Guess...
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TRIPLE
"Don't Worry About What Other People Think!"
She Said The Loudest In My Head.
Then She Said: "Tooo Needy..."
(Quietly, Under Her Breath.)
Turning Away.
"JUST TAKE IT ALL!"
I Yelled Everywhere...
Later.
-Gray Squirrel
05-20-2025
THE BASKET, OH, THE BASKET!
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September air thick with coming frost,
Sophie stumbled upon it:
a child's forgotten Halloween basket,
woven reeds smelling faintly of candy corn
(a flavor she secretly despised).
the basket, oh, the basket!
heaped high, not with sticky sweets
or plastic trinkets, but acorns
glorious, perfectly polished acorns!
this wasn't just finding food.
this was winning the lottery
after praising the
nut-gathering gods.
winter? Let it come.
Sophie had a basket.
Sophie had a plan.
Sophie, frankly,
was set.
Unlike natural humane organisms,
like toad
and squirrel
and goldfinch bodies and brains,
Spiritual humane organisms,
like toad
and squirrel
and goldfinch matters and minds,
remain unchanged
by my perception
reception of them v us
as separate,
even laughably autonomous spirits
rather than One EarthTribe Holonic Laughing Spirit
Of interdependent integrity
with win/win
left-dominant/right-prominent
west/east
north/south
ego/eco-politically good-humored intentions
for multicultural empowerment
against monotheistic disempowerment
of all these natural
and spiritual
humane nature/spirits,
unseparated.
Natural bodies
do not share this uniting equity
between separate embodied perceptions,
merely sober secular,
and One disembodied unlistening God
stubbornly refusing to open ZeroZone Original Soul
of interdependently uniting re-creation
without uniformly uninviting
reduction of humanity
to win/lose violently inhumane capitalists,
Evolutionary devolutionary
inevitable mortal soul lose/lose terrorists,
anger inflamers
fear-mongerers
suffering blamers
decay re-arrangers
degenerative fragmenting managers
of separately supremely un-natural
absence of peace history.
Spiritual matters and minds
uncover no natural body and brain differences
in-between One radically Sacred EveryWhere and Time
and No fundamentally secularized timeless place in NotParadise Hell
Interdependently re-articulating
this perpetually changing,
growing
knowing
discovering spiritual mind as rational matter
and natural brain within neurally interdependent bodies
Integrally open, not industriously closed,
Organic, not just technologically useful,
Refining health, not so much defining materialistic wealth,
EarthTribes spiraling synergetic ZeroZen
Holy Enspirited
Win/Win Soul,
West/East dipolar co-arising Anima Mundi
fundamentally EitherRight/OrWrong RightWing
and evangelically BothNatural/AndSpiritual LeftWing
gospel multicultures
living together, not apart,
for GoodHumored MotherParadise,
Natural systemic healthy/wealth purpose,
inside spiritual polycultural communicating communion,
polypathic
polyphonic
polynomial Zero
Zone of nature/spirit heuristic separation
with not quite so much LeftBrain dominating demand
for embodied definition
through nature v spirit segregation.
He's tiny
barely one inch long,
stubby tail
too short to grab or hold.
Glossy black ebony fur
so thick and full
reflected in the rays of sun
too brief to be seen.
He's fast and quick
slithering between the stones
appearing in the hidden crevices
then gone.
The seeds are set
clustered in a dish
prepped for bird, squirrel or chipmunk
but from the earth below he rises.
Rippled fur to find a place
taking seed hurriedly
just one or two
then disappears.
Beneath the stones somewhere
below the piled branches
in between the scattered leaved
he slips into a burrowed home.
There lies piles of sequestered seed
stored dry, ready and safe
for the cold winter ahead
the stockpile haven
of a tiny shrew.