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Summer is now fading and fall draws near
Chill in the morning and last thing at night
Leaves are dying out they'll soon disappear
Before they go we'll see colours delight.
Fall paints a canvas of blues, reds and gold
As late fall comes they'll be all blown away
By strong northerly gusts biting and cold
The low lying sun will shorten our day.
All the trees now take on an eerie scene
Skeletal limbs that look spooky at night
Kids trick or treat celebrate Halloween
Wear scary ghoul outfits in the moonlight.
The fall takes a bow it's now time to go
Winter marches in with frost, ice and snow.
Written 25th August 2020.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover but what about the cover art?
Strategically drawn out to draw in readers before the writing part
I pick my wine by the label too, and with a price under 20 to be sure
Wine worthiness over that is fable, obviously I am not a connoisseur
That is just my humble opinion though, I know I lack a fancy palette
It’s clear by my interest in cuisine, I’ll take a burger…what’s a shallot?
Even then, if a menu image doesn’t look very appetizing
I’ll never know if I missed out on something tantalizing
Back on topic, and what I mean is, who doesn’t start off with the cover?
How many people these days swiped right to find their current lover
I agree with the metaphor however, a good lesson for life in all
Though it should apply to everything, the follow through may be small
I think the majority does rely on the few who break the mold
We’ll try the holes in the walls as long as good reviews are told
If someone braver says “It’s worth the read,” over a blank cover book
Or says the unphotogenic, good personality should get another look
Sure, everything plays a part and we all think we’re better than that
But everybody has book they didn’t read or a missed first chat
So time to be adventurous, less judgmental as a whole
Try an unknown author, a first time artist, take on a new role
I’ll take my own advice here and do some work on growth of spine
Yet I’ll admit, as I do my best, It will be over cheap red wine
We’re only here for a short while
We must overcome the weakness that’s got us buried under a pile
The stress and worry that overcomes our mind
That sends us running mad and totally blind
The panic within us brings us to tears
But we have to fight it to conqueror all of our fears
Whatever grips you from truly being free
It’s all in your head and effects the body
Just reach deep inside and face it strong
Get passed the obstacle and then move along
The panic within us brings us to tears
But we have to fight it to conqueror all of our fears
If you fail please try and try again once more
Don’t let it beat you it’s not something to ignore
Everyone has them If not you’re lying
Look it in the eye and beat it or die trying
The panic within us brings us to tears
But we have to fight it to conqueror all of our fears
These feelings are real and affect our good health
The only thing we are truly afraid of is the word itself
So take on these things that always have you scared and kneeled
Only after you’ve beaten them will you be truly healed
Wrested from my writing by a drone
which signified that I was not alone
in its black and yellow jumper it had come
fat and furry, bigger than my thumb
it cruised around the room in lazy eights
before it worked itself into a state
against the window wings fizzed on the glass
as fruitlessly it struggled to get past
annoyed at every corner on inspection
too close to even see it's own reflection
the outside world all plainly in it's sight
but out of reach, no this cannot be right
it thought “the flowers in the garden I can see
but cannot fly to them- how can this bee?”
I pitied this paradox of aviation
for being in a desperate situation
it's compound eyes with panoramic view
blind to the neighbouring window it flew through.
“ I feel your pane” I told the frame inspector
too knackered now to gather any nectar
and went and fetched a beaker and some card
then scooped it up, released it in the yard.
We, too, in life in lazy circles go
until whatever circumstances throw
leaves us adrift, no chance of some release
we thrash round for solutions, have no peace
take on our problems close up, face to face
instead of stepping back and giving space
so we may then take in the wider view
the answer is nearby what we should do
so stop banging your head and then you'll see
you won't need glass and card.
Unlike the bee.
I wake up and scurry. It’s hurry and hurry!
First and foremost – take a pee!
Cosmetics applying while minutes are flying.
Check emails and put on the tea.
Pack a lunch for the day that I’ll take on my way
out the door as I go to my car.
I must not leave late or I’ll agitate
my boss, but my job’s a bit far.
In class I am facing sweet students. Time’s racing.
So much to accomplish by noon.
Lunch time, I’m still going. I watch the clock, knowing
of more things I need to do soon.
Grades I’ll be doing with errands ensuing.
I race to my car and head out.
To the bank or the store; to the post office or
some other place with no doubt.
Have I time for the gym? Gotta keep myself trim.
But my chores are all waiting for me.
Some jobs get put off. You better not scoff.
I attend to my poetry!
The dinner needs cooking; at TV I’m looking
while slicing and dicing, for I
enjoy my tv shows. I’m NOT missing those -
I can “listen” as through tasks I fly.
My kitchen I clean well. Perhaps one more email?
With my hubbie I’m all cozy when
at last I am sleeping. Then daylight comes creeping.
I wake and start over again!
Sept. 8, 2020
for William Kekaula's All in a Day Poetry Contest
225 words by Wordcounter.net
Each one of our precious children
Is different and very unique
We brought them up in the very same way
But they all have different techniques
They each look at life in a different way
Some cynical, some full of fun
The fun loving ones are much like me
Enjoying each day in the sun
Before you know it, the end approaches
I'm ready, it's sure been a blast
We never know when our number is up
So enjoy yourself to the last
Quite philosophical wouldn't you say
Taken eight decades of living
To understand the real important things
Ignoring life's many misgivings
So there you have it, my take on life
Don't pretend to know-it-all
Just passing along some stuff I've learned
Bottom line is just have a ball
There’s an old worn out hall with an old worn out rug,
Covering the old worn out floor,
To an old withered keyhole with an old rusted key,
On a beaten decrepit old door,
And this door is her chance to create a new world,
A new world that isn’t defined,
By the old of the past that she once lived within,
This old world she’s now leaving behind,
And stepping right through to a new door of a life,
And watching the sun shine on in,
Watching her world become something completely different,
For her new life now to begin,
And all it took was a new take on life,
To open the door with the key,
To start her life all over again,
And be happy, full of music, and free.
If you could look into your future and choose one day to see what would happen, what day would that be and why...
I pick tomorrow.
I wake up, have my coffee, sugar, and cream, then read emails, and messages, open up poetrysoup and read poems, and comments, then write comments, and poems or go shopping, pick up meds, post office get mail, eat out, doctors, labs, x-rays, physical & occupational therapy visits, and those unexpected visits like a salesman. Then there's the neighbor, a longtime friend, and of course the, few and far in-between family visits. There are also some sports events or an interesting movie on the TV.
Then, that routine that I've accustomed myself to -- suddenly stopped, and the probability it would most likely concern a medical issue.
Given my present conditions, what would happen...is the question being asked of me for an answer.
I fear that the aforementioned routine will come to a catastrophic and prolonged medical end.
If not The End...
Into dormancy vines enter
preparing to grow for next season,
as vines have some valid reasons
to adjust with chill of winter.
Vines to undergo some changes
as both physiological,
and also biological,
survival process to arrange.
Leaves take on soft shimmering glow
before shedding off in the Fall .
when Autumn breeze starts to follow.
No photosynthesis at all.
The sap just sinks into the roots
till next vegetable cycle
to sleep getting ready for fruits :
Resting period ! Plant’s own style.
Till Spring plant takes this precaution
Simple behaviour of Vine.
Plant to get Nature’s protection.
In winter survival runs fine.
Tired eyes and lots of yawning
Before they get upon the day
Excited to see their friends
Sharing lunches, smiles and laughter
Taking nothing further than their next step
Living life in the moment
As they see it
They Rise...
Feeling the excitement
Of happiness they're about to encounter
As they take pride
In knowing it'll be a day like no other
For all to see
And for all to embrace
They Rise...
Planning their dreams and visions
And what they see this world to become
A better place for everyone
To love, live and conquer
While reaching for success
In the eyes of our babies
Who set no boundaries
Only to win
They Rise...
With their hearts wide open
Ready to take on the world
Not knowing destruction lies ahead
As they continue about their day
Trusting the elders to see them through
And make it home before the sun settles down
Alive
They Rise....