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Autumn aromas.
Apple crisp,
pumpkin spice,
cinnamon cider,
Watch out, a spider!
Crisp air and cozy coming.
Chestnuts roasting,
marshmallow toasting,
turkey roasting, host boasting.
Oak branches cover their little brown spinning beginnings.
Solid trees regal and strong,
two of them hold an owl’s song,
outdoors: orange, yellow, brown,
fluttering
down.
Raking.
Reading,
reflecting,
red delicious eating.
Nippy nature walks.
Napping.
November moon, are you ready?
Winter soon.
Scratchy scarecrows sneak through spooky corn mazes.
Scenic foliage,
campfire blazes.
Lovers have each other so they,
will never have to be alone.
A king has his tall stone castle,
where he can sit upon his throne.
Musicians have their instruments,
and a singer will have a song.
Religions will have holy books,
to teach them about right and wrong.
The poets have their words to give,
the baker has a cherry pie.
The dreamers have their dreams to dream,
pilots fly their planes through the sky.
The artists have their paint brushes,
and sculptors have their marbled rocks.
Teachers have their eager students,
tinkers have their toasters and clocks.
People come in many colors,
and in every shape and size.
But I can’t help but wonder when,
we’ll ever come to realize.
It’s time we stop seeing the world,
in black, white, yellow, brown or red.
Each one has a different way,
of how their book of life gets read.
What makes us think that we are right,
while others will always be wrong.
Or that we will know the best way,
to tell people where they belong.
What makes me think that I can tell,
anyone how it should be done.
When I have so many battles,
with myself that I have not won.
We must learn to love and let love,
before we’ll ever really live.
We must stop taking a bit more,
than we’re ever willing to give.
Every person should be free,
to just let their lives go around.
But all I can see are people,
just putting other people down.
Jack Frost, power over ice and snow
Appearing like a sinister mischief maker
Cold winter frosty, fern-like patterns you make on our close windows
Kissing the earth with your bitter brrr cold frolic, making our teeth chatter
Frost, ice, and snow you stir to life as your music is
Responsible for the shivers your frosty weather brings with each dance step you take
Obliging us with your artistic talent painting foliage red, yellow, brown, and orange
Sculpturing a dazzling, frozen, seductive wonderland of snow
Tantalizing us to retire around the radiant amber, warm crackling fire
11/27/2015
Poetry Contest Acrostic: Jack Frost
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
~ Judgment Day…
Well when we're kneeling there before the Lord
he won't give a hoot what color's our skin
He'll only care if we've opened our heart
and if'n we had let his love flow in
He'll look fer the cowboy who has stood tall
when he was tempted to go ‘gainst the good
Who was counted on to help his brother
get through their troubles anytime he could
One that prays to God for his guiding hand
so he might help his brother find the way
One that loved his neighbor even though they
look different or had something else to say
The problem it seems we just view the world
in either black, white, yellow, brown or red
But when we have to make that final stand
God won't see our skin but our soul instead
He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes
He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core
He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell
Headline news
Sensational story;
All about you.
~~~~~~~~~
Truth speaks plain
If only we...
Learn to listen
~~~~~~~~~
Words follow words
Into a swirl;
Too much, too late
~~~~~~~~~
Old neighbour
Bold man of seventy;
Knee replacement
~~~~~~~~~
Playground ventures
Kids stumble at play;
Trial-and-error starts
~~~~~~~~~
Parents and maids
Hovering around;
Chit-chat and follow
~~~~~~~~~
Tai-Chi master
Superb fitness shows;
Flexible e-motions
~~~~~~~~~
Aerial bird's eye view
People crawling below;
Circle an anthill
~~~~~~~~~
Mini United Nations
Yellow, brown, black and white;
Basketball court match
~~~~~~~~~
Voice of the morning
Sparrow capella;
Choir of three
~~~~~~~~~
Lovely escapades
Dreamtime melodies;
Afternoon siesta
~~~~~~~~~
School talk to kids
Why be a writer?
Do what you love
~~~~~~~~~
Quiet conversations
Eye to eye we talk;
Words promptly absent
~~~~~~~~~
SG 50 conversation
Prepare to prepare;
Tomorrow arrives now
~~~~~~~~~
Question me Why
Ask me How;
Yes, I don't know
~~~~~~~~~
Time unfurls
Hidden agendas;
Surprise windfall
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 December 2014
Singapore
Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.*
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Hued leaves and wind, a conjoined twin.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Kids harvest fell-wings, to jump in.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
The twirl, the whirl of crimson red.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Crisp yellow, brown and purple fed.
When swept in piles, they oft’ scatter.
Six feet deep, each yard grows fatter.
Autumn flurry of windswept sooth.
When swept in piles, they oft’ scatter -
Those pesky leaves adored by youth.
9/8/2022
Contest: AUTUMN PANTOUM
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Rhymezone used to verify rhymes
*sooth - reality
This old house dark: dire and lonely,
***** sounds now park a feel chilly;
Old echoes stray upon the wind,
As if to say what might have been;
Here as you slide on old timbers,
A cold gust rides on odd shiver;
Shadows blunt sight, scent of old stuff,
Eerie the light not quite enough;
Now near your face, moth wings and draft,
Old passage trace of ancient craft;
Curious the pause upon odd junk,
Wonder finds cause to dusty trunks;
And in the dust that floats around,
Diffuse the rust of time once sound;
Years have now wrought an empty lot,
Dread and fear brought this death-bound plot;
Random draughts flow in musky sweep,
Silence now mows a dying deep;
Stray voices creep with lost affairs,
A long-lost sleep trails these old stairs;
Seek meaning here where no soul stirs,
Let mind be clear as fear frames blur;
Such yellow hues of old-time airs,
Crouch mimic cues to dizzy fare;
In these late hours where moon does shine,
Life lost not ours yet all's not fine;
Seek bold refrains where old songs died,
Note once again those eyes that cried;
This journal old: yellow-brown grain,
Last passage told, ink stains etched plain;
Strange edge prompts here an obvious patch,
Devoid of cheer in crumbling stretch;
This old house weeps in forlorn grief,
A massive sleep yet not quite brief.
Leon Enriquez
15 January 2017
Singapore
The U.S.A is still "Confederate and Union"! In order for "The United States OF America " to obtain ,and maintain "DEMOCRACY" AND not be "Confederate or Union", like in the 1800's! The Sequester needs "To Be" "PhiliBusted" and "The Philibuster needs to be Sequestered"!This poem gives a "Rhyming Message"! The philibuster needs to be sequestered! The sequester needs to be philibustered! DEMOCRACY ITSELF NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED FROM COMMIUISM,HATE AND RACISM,THAT THE CONFEDERATES USE TO "DIVIDE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE WHO ARE RED,YELLOW,BROWN,BLACK,AND WHITE! RACISM IS "WRONG" AND CAN NEVER BE "RIGHT"! RACISM IS A "MENTAL ILLINESS FOR REAL"! IT IS NOT OF "THE LIVING GOD !" HATRED IS OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF"! This message is to help "Democracy to maintain "ITSELF" ,AND ALWAYS BE PROTECTED FROM " THE PHILIBUSTER,AND THE SEQUESTER! HERE IT IS; SEQUEST THE PHILIBUSTER. PHILIBUST THE SEQUESTER;AND THAT IS A GOOD MESSAGE! DEMOCRACY MIGHT REMAIN "PROTECTED" AS WE PHILIBUST ANY SEQUESTER OR SEQUESTER ANY PHILIBUSTER! COMMIUISM IS A DEAD DEAL! THE CONFERDERATE ARMIES,AND UNIONS ARE DEAD! DEMOCRACY IS STILL ALIVE AND THE CONFEDERATE ARMY MUST DIE BECAUSE IT SUPPORTED SLAVERY AND IT MUST DIE! THAT IS WHY DEMOCRACY IS STILL ALIVE! RACISM IS A CRIMINALLY LEARNED OR TAUGHT "MENTAL ILLNESS"! IT SHOULD BE ELIMINATED FROM CONGRESS AND THE SENATE!
Flowers with colours enchant me,
Buds budding and blooming,
Beauty surrounds, fills me with glee,
Nature’s way of grooming;
Critters with colours charm me too,
Paws dancing; tails wagging.
Talented tricks they learn to do,
Hear pet owners bragging.
Multicolored folk glow with light,
Kids gleam with hearts of gold.
Red and yellow, brown, black and white
God made us all we’re told.
To show God’s colours, it’s our part
To shine on His wavelength.
Charged to love Him with all our heart,
With all our soul and strength.
Looking around, I stand in awe
of God in creation,
I want to dance and shout hurrah!
Such is heart’s elation!
April 23, 2023
Author’s Notes: Joanna Daniel wrote the first and last stanzas;
I joined in with the middle three. In writing this, I discovered
that it is the wavelength of light that determines color
and the wavelength of sound determines pitch.