Autumn Pride Poems

Proud Earth when pondered in a solar meet: 
Look, I’m a true creator unlike you
All—your potential’s pale shadow to wit,  
Nature has blest me...

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if I glued, of ego and pride
I must have been crazy
If you explored the psyche, where it wanders and what it sees
You must have understood

You...

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Where is America's 'can-do' attitude
    when it comes to the 2024 debacle
  If it's Biden against Trump again
   ...

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all red, white and blue
joyful shouts filled the autumn air
hope shined, not despair

God's smile on the earth
positivity and mirth
faith blessing gold air

riding through my town
two...

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The Fall is a time of deep reflection,
one for a yearly self introspection.
When we see the trees change their attire,
from the shades of green to...

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How I remember walking hand in hand
The morning chill in autumn air astound
When October golden days rolled around~
Slowly through the forest across his land

Reached dad's...

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rows of crops
saluting
fall's rising sun



posted on July 1, 2019...

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In a perfect world
maybe everyone would have opposite and same sexual attractions,
ambiguously passionate attachments
of compassion's resilient arousal.

On a perfectly sanctified Earth,
maybe every species would incarnate...

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'Oh do move on, Summer - it's time for a change
I've so many seasonal chores to arrange!
Whilst you, my dear sister can laze in the...

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through the eyes of real 
selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many
whose hopes and dreams were 
snuffed out—
like the flame of a candle 
in a winter-wind...

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Cajun Pride

Remembering an autumn day
Floating down the river
Where all his tensions flow away
And the days just become a blur

The current is always so mellow
And the...

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I  Hear your voice :

I hear your voice so loud and clear,
it is if you are very near,
I turn around to see if you...

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I've seen Carolina cry and oh have I seen her smile

And even though its been a while, I can still see her sun shine.

Small as...

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Nestled in a valley in a clearing of large oak,
while sunlight touched but treetops where the baby robins woke,
stood an old abandoned cabin that had...

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Sometimes we die before our death
Merely existing as shells with our souls six feet
Blossoming roses with pedals that stink of death
Wishing every exhale could our...

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