Autumn Number Poems

spleen of newt tongue of blubber

foul things toads eat for supper

a potion this fine

will strenghten a spine

swallow with bread and butter.
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NUMBER ONE AT LAST

Crouched over a desk with knees tucked under
Echoes of that old schoolroom haunt me still
The teacher’s comments as loud as thunder
It seemed...

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Versus me 
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring 
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another 
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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the number falling before three and preceding five
sacred in my culture to ground us to the nature of all things
the time of life when 'being'...

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Tis truly an Indian summer here,
It is because we live in India,
Like in America, tis different there,
Their late September, it is trivia,
Tis September everywhere, not...

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An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee
i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull...

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… As the wind blows every branches of the trees 
With its leaves drop down in the ground 
That decays in time.

... As the seasons...

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Fair was she, whose nature’s proudest beauty 
Of irises brown, and hair darkest hue 
Winter soon wilt, reckless what bare eyes see
Dare look at her,...

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Slavish slipping time ?
Betwixt her warm thighs
That she may cry: wet 
These circles revolving
Through diamond cages
Claimed amid her alibis
Tethered unto this... 
Moment of which hangs...

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Slavish slipping time 
Betwixt her warm thighs
That she may cry; wet 
These circles revolving
Through diamond cages
Claimed amid her alibis
Tethered, unto this... 
Moment which hangs 
From...

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As leaves come in all colors like girls smile during fall
The deep dream reflects the very essence of the soul
Muse of imagination spins out of...

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Blackberry picking
Purple black juice of autumn
A thorn prick - SUGAR...

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