Spiritual October Poems

Au revoir oh perilous freedom...

Since pledging my troth
to the missus July 25th, 1996
after the comma error
punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium.

Ever since the notions
of life, liberty...

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Someone asks if my literary work is fiction or reality
Engaging and inspiring those to read with affection
Expressing my thoughts and feelings through poetry
Weaving my spiritual,...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even...

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FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING


My heart lies vacant
             to vulnerability, voiding into
  ...

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brisk wafts
ricochet off
a shimmering
blue lake
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______
______

silent joy
saturates
fall day
floating
above (below) 
within (without) 
orange echoes
echoes of ordnance
)
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)
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~~~***>>***~~~

autumn
Utumna tumnau umnaut mnautu nautum
autuno 


------- :((~~leaf-fall (green>yellow>orange>red)~deciduous dance~ponds of red...

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holy shops are filled
with sacred relics acquired
from the bodies shed...

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higher powers no
longer flow through me, now my 
spirit is my own...

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expanding spirit 
grows in the shadow, sable
magic, slowing breaths...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even...

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collective mind melts
into mud, I long for the 
stream to wash my thoughts...

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spiraling downwards
channeling my own power
no longer written...

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On forboding...


The rocky cliffs 
Stark against midnight 
Somber and austere.

Darkness sharp cold drifts 
In hollow halls 
In empty rooms with broken windows!

Deep underground...
In the deepest...

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October spirit train has arrived
plowing through the German forest
steam hissing and spitting
terrified oaks and elms genuflect...

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The nights grow long and the frost 
tinges the summer air, crisp n fresh. 

The coming autumn fire, the burn of wood
cedar & pine spices...

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...a bitter time

WINTER OF MISERY
It clings to all...
Freezing our bones.
Chilling our passion...
Land's are lost in this winters Blizzard...
A cold season of bitter fruits.
A life that...

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