Autumn Parents Poems

Black me, colored world 
I crave your affection 
I am tough as rocks 
I still have a soft anterior
I want to cry
Fill a pond with...

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Our window
Outside
Is filthy with autumn webs

The spiders tricked
By kitchen lights
Supplanting the appetite of summer sunrises

Orphaned leaf
Tangles and struggles
Strumming the harp to this windy day

House strokes...

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***A Parenting Tale***

He must’ve been
Just barely fourteen, but still off as
A ninja filling a pillowcase
   with chocolate on Halloween.
Although through all other days...

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An old man ravaged by age
His gangling frame impelled against the cancerous bark of the forever weeping willow 
Lined with wrinkles of time, his ashen...

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of...

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Memories of My Parents

Memories of my father
Bring forth the autumn walks.
Shades of nature on the crunchy leaves
At the man-made lake down the hill
From the little...

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Yosa Buson haiku translations

On the temple’s great bronze gong
a butterfly
snoozes.
?Yosa Buson, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hard to describe:
this light sensation of being pinched
by a...

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By chance, I found them there, …they were lost by time, just like the leaves
that fell away from autumn trees, and drifted past the window
Now,...

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I bespeak to let me go
On my quest to find my destiny
Subsist my own enduring 
Where my true self wants to live

You and before you
Words...

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In the holy spot
with the sitting rock
there is oak. Out
where humans live
there is shagbark hickory
and maple.

Ants climb the rock.
August, and young birds
are quiet when the...

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IN THE AUTUMN OF HER LIFE 

Beneath the cold gray skies---proudly
She stood.
Stripped bare, naked to the world,  
Arms outstretched to the heavens,
Unashamed, poised in...

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Oh golden haired child    who ran the field

where daisies bloomed   beneath the open sky

beside the lakes   the clouded...

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Our children’s laughing voices animated the alpine air.
The scene was a park carved from a forest for a clearing.
We took them there for the swings—and...

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                   ...

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IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THE PRIME OF MY PARENY’S LIFE WAS ALMOST 
           ...

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