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Dodoitsu
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Mackinac Islands landscape
horse-drawn carriages abound
no car just people walking
dodging horses road apples
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Crouching as many curves
in a bronze spring
a road full of turns
Tugging your knees
into the apples of your chest
hair seaweed over rocks
Hidden your face
between a bone tunnel
a circle perfect in itself
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Between two arms exist the ineffable,
Two apples more powerful than the one Adam ate;
Cheeks like strawberries plucked from the heavens of my heart;
A silky road leading to gardens and butterflies;
A smell of Amber, Oud, and Musk spreading of her body;
Drops of honey hanging there waiting to heal your scars.
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Autumn's dream of a country road
Where houses are few and moving slowed.
Leaves are turning gold_ red_ burgundy.
Inside a warm home apples are candy.
In a barn or cellar cold winter foods quickly stowed
Against winter's coming and inches snowed.
Autumn dreams of snuggling nights when windy
Breeze carries tune;close by snacks_ hot chocolate handy.
Contest: Autumn's Dream
Sponsor: ^Rick Parise
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"About This Poem"
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Tanka
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Two Ps in PumPkin
Two BIG Os in OctOber
and apples galore
One October night
Along about All Saint's Day
I heard Satan laugh
T'was in a rural graveyard.......
Or.....was it the old Bijou?
October pig roast
Girls squeal and the fire pit POPS!
Boys have a leaf fight
While Mrs. and I keep warm
After dark the ghosts will come
October hayrack
A friendly kiss in the straw
Horses country road
Autumn mystery
GIANT PUMPKINS come to life
They live at our house
The pool covered o'er
No swimming in October
Beneath the canvas
Crawls the Amityville horror
Or so big brother tells me
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Cool air over the pond,
Creates a fog this Autumn Morn,
Rising over the tops of trees,
Giving an aura of a misty sea breeze.
Oaks and Maples colored yellow and red,
Their springtime green now Autumn fed,
Burning bushes hedge the road,
The smell of grass from its last season's mow.
Roadside pumpkins, apples and gourds,
Decorating yards, gardens and doors,
A flock of robins eating berries,
From Dogwood, Sumac and Wild Cherries.
The signs of Autumn are everywhere,
The leaves, the birds and fruit scented air,
Mums of burgundy, yellow and white,
And towering sunflowers for everyone's delight.
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We make so many choices every day
days without end we take our pick
sometimes right sometimes wrong
if it's negative we take some stick
Every week we go shopping
picking up whatever we need
different types of fruit maybe
oranges or apples real juicy indeed
We all need to eat
so foods always on our menu
so much choice to make
promotional bargains just for you
Even driving down the road
what's quickest route to take
pick up a friend on route
then collect wife's birthday cake
So we must take our pick
many forms varied is our choice
our brains take in so much
hey you kid's make less noise!
@poetgord
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London Winter Fantasy
for Amanda Root
Can they not see how daffodils
spring up to greet you where you walk,
how rays of early morning light
twine red roses in your hair,
how as you pass the sky above
fills with Sun and Summer blue,
how street lamps turn to apple bowers
or palms that bend to serve you dates
and Nelson nods as you go by?
How your voice plays lutes of air
that eager song birds flock to hear,
how deer stroll New Cross Road en route
to nibble apples from your hand,
while here my heart like some wild bird
fills the air with beating wings
wanting to tell them what they missed
what I have somehow heard and seen.
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When fall’s chill fingers clasp the edge of dawn
to peel hot summer’s languid days away
the call of harvest beckons, whereupon
it yields rich crops in bountiful array.
A pageantry of richly colored trees
grace quiet landscapes on a country road
as pungent scents of spice and apples breeze
through sleepy fields where autumn’s spell unfolds.
Enchanted magic comes at crest of night
as jack o lantern’s wink and goblins laugh
where solemn graveyard spirits cause great fright
that chase away the living in its path.
With wonderment, embracing every part
the thrill of autumn’s richness warms the heart.
Written on 11/10/2019
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They rolled along the dirty road,
With apples fresh among the load.
They stopped a mile from the mart,
As I upset the apple cart,
I stood in front as if to stop,
Causing all the fruit to drop,
Telling where the road had led,
And warned of dangers up ahead.
Told my time of being there,
Coming back all worse for wear.
Be it known, I planned in part,
To NOT upset the apple cart.
These things they didn’t NEED to know,
I felt it was my duty though.
I don’t mind to take the blame,
If things for them don’t end the same.
Thanking me for being nice,
Exchanged an apple for advice,
A different road they did depart,
When I upset the apple cart.
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The cool breeze carries with it
The distant songs of blackberry winter.
Slowly seeping through your mind's barrier,
The verdurous artist's lush designs...
Come to life.
The everlasting evergreens are forevermore evolving.
In your mind, where the sky is always pink,
And the sun is purple, the dreams have never found
An easier road to travel.
On Spring's honey stairway, they fly.
The shadows, blue. Blue.
Silver apples. Silver apples.
Falling from the cherry sky.
Falling to the ground,
And sprouting orange flowers.
Nightfall comes swiftly though,
And oh! How prosaic this image is rendered,
In the light of a moon that colors the world
In black and white.
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i only go so far through the fields
to see the dying sunflowers and their dried grain
and to stare at the end of the road
for which i believed was the edge of the world.
i avoid the grown apples and pear trees
as i assume ill commit thievery
as well as the cowardly trait.
i wait until the night falls
where no lawful eyes wonder.
i limit myself where limitation is not needed
i seek safety where it is already safe.
i do not push the limits of my life because i am scared of what i will encounter in the light
but foolishly,
i will walk through the dark
near an ocean cliff than the empty fields of daylight autumn
because standing on the edge of death excites my poor heart than the little beauties the world has given me.
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Bright and so bright as a star
Dangling in the brilliant sky
I stood staring in the sky
Stood feeling like a hero
Stood feeling like a crowned star
Stood shinning like a dynamite diamond
Stood feeling more than a hero
With a voice deep inside that cautioned;
Me me me I guess
Cryptic and crisp as the morning fresh air
Flared and fresh as blossomed white flowers
Looking sweeter than red ripe apples
I stood at the cross roads which
Overwhelmed with flying drunken engines
Feeling like a new sculptured gold gift
I stood serene as serenity
Stood waiting for my turn to turn on the road
Felt more like a princess ready to be crowned
Shinning brightly I shinned like a dynamite diamond
A deep cry in my throat said; me me me I guess.
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Smells of boiled hot dog sausages,
beef burgers and onions.
Mingle these with - wafts of candy floss,
toffee apples and brandy snaps.
Whirring of engines
chugging over noisily,
half drowned by thumping music,
screams and laughter.
A multitude of lights flash and spin,
in time with the rides
that dash before your eyes;
round and round,
side to side,
back and forth,
and upside down.
Over and over, on and on they go.
Crowds pushing and shoving,
impatiently they each await their short turn.
Money changes hands,
speaker blasts; 'Hold tight, here we go...';
While greedy fair lords
count their cash profits;
before packing up at end of night,
to go home to their caravans;
sleep briefly
then hit the road once more.
Onwards they go to next town,
ready to start all over again....
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I pick up litter on the road.
What shines is often roadside trash.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
What glitters most is always gold,
To us who keep a highway clean.
Most cans and broken glass attract
Our eye like daytime fireflies.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
Not punishment for drunkenness.
(Though something I’ve been guilty of).
Nor for some passer by to take
Me for some do-good citizen.
I’ll not be known when dead and gone:
No apples trees as legacy.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
No stealing of what’s thrown away,
No trespass on what’s public land,
No evidence of DNA
Disturbed nor finger printed cans.
Just drive to give me wider birth.
Don’t honk or wave or two thumbs up.
Unless escaped from elder care,
Call no police to help me home.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
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( Subtitle : Let the road end, let love linger )
Grapes and grandeur in the pink sun
We shared for our pleasure
The frost and fervor that we spun
Looked beyond erasure
Love and hate are too much ingrained
I know, in our apples
As the maples dropped off in pain
Paled the passion purple
How come our bubbles got so sick
Was our love just a lust
Or else how the wall grew so quick
Billowing mean distrust
Okay, let the wedded road end
Let us remain just friends
You go your way and me mine bend
With shared rains in our veins
Time releases both stink and scent
Dahlias we did love
Will wear off too the discontent
Clouds of love float above
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6 January 2017/Rhyme Scheme : abab
Syllable count : 8-6-8-6/Contest sponsor :
Nicola Byrne
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MAGIC or FUN!
What a fun! What a magic! Do you see?
Sample of Apples shown on Maple tree.
Butterfly hides in hives of Bumble Bee.
Shark flying in sky, Sky Lark living in Sea.
Little beetle to sip full bucket of tea.
Caterpillar finishing cans of cold coffee.
Ant chasing frightened Elephant to flee.
On the road, Mango tree walking frolic free.
Snake is swift to show elbow and knee.
Anyone! He or she can see in glee.
Was it a dream in sleep or a story?
For natural happenings all will agree.
No doubt, no question, everything easy.
Impossible happenings! Magic must be.
03/10/21
First Place
'Nursery Rhymes' Contest by Eve Roper
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Right
where the road ends
rests a house
there is Rosa, sunrosed,
is love, trust, life
A coffee in the morning
right before marching the roadworks
scooting the schoolbus
right like the hands of the clock.
Right
where the road ends
stays a mill
here my dogs, suninked,
flowers, poems, life
A lot of coffee in the morning
right before storms set in
minds settle down
right when the thief of plants and apples arrives.
At two, cotton candy clouds
over a volcano that will always wink
at your grandson, curling up with gran
your grandgirl, herding goats with gramps
Your roots stay in this village
right
where your family eats your bread.
At five, we will meet
where the typhoons twirl the desert sand
there is coffee,
cigarette smoke
Mine in my world
right
where we live.
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if i ever wanted to start over, where would i go:
- i return to the balcony on patrice lumumba street,
on the third floor, i see two ruins around our souls,
modern talking, brother louie is playing,
i wrap myself around your fingers like slimy playdough,
we go home, i see the apple tree in the cemetery, we pick apples:
- let me kiss you on your lips, let me kiss, - we are friends too,
i try to remember what i was looking for among the crosses and owls,
your mother was taking the cheese pies out of the hearth,
it's getting dark, we've put everything together, waiting for her to fall asleep,
everything that happens, the tray falls and the bread shovel falls from the nail,
deadly silence on the village road, since then
we meet every ten years across the road
speechless, i look at you, you look at me,
father vasile sprinkles holy water, sanctifies the graves.
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(A Salute to Robert Frost)
A fence of hand-hewn rock spans miles
of wind-swept road through fields of grain.
Uneven edge of rock, worn smooth
by storm’s hard breath of gust and rain
withstands the force which seeks to bend
or break a monument of time.
It hugs the earth and thumbs its nose
at energy so misaligned.
It boldly stands today as yore,
protects both wheat and corn for miles
and welcomes only human form
to walk beyond its stalwart stiles.
But flush against its weathered brow
there leans a heavy-laden tree
with pungent scent and rose-red glow,
forgotten apples hanging free
for horse or deer or bovine teeth
to reach across unyielding stone
and quench a thirst or hunger keen
with only crunch to thus intone.
May some always so hang, unpicked,
may much escape our stated plan
a fruit or such forgot and left,
to nibble sweetness with no blame.
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In late summer.
They walked along the red brick sidewalk.
The bricks sunk into the ground, long ago.
Leaving grass and red patches, to show.
Branches from the apple tree, hung low.
They picked apples above the sidewalk.
In early fall.
Wildflowers flowered along the way.
Blooms were bright purple, red, and blue.
Cows in the pasture and new grass grew.
Leaves from tall trees past them, blew.
They collected leaves while going the way.
In cold winter.
They walked the car track, making the path.
Snow came to rest on tree limbs, now bare
The snow covered the leaves, with care.
The white field had no, cows there.
They walked behind snowplow, making the path.
In new spring.
Wildflowers flowered along the road.
Blossoms bloomed with limbs, leaning.
Cows pastured with new grass, greening.
Trees spread new leaves with, meaning.
They walked to school, down the road.
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I smelled Autumn today, on the leaves that swiftly blew away.
On this partly-cloudy sunny day.
On this blooming wild flower day.
On the rain-moist dirt roads, on cloud-reflecting puddles.
On the ripening crop fields and the plump summer fed deer.
On the snakes coiled and quiet on the sun-warmed road.
On the storms rolling in.
On this chill feeling wind.
On the shushing trees full of leaf-touched winds, carrying the honking sound of flying geese and the throaty wild turkey clucks.
On the purple alfalfa.
On the sun, muted yellow.
On the whitetail buck with his snorts and his bellow.
On the smells of sweet berries, wild apples and warm horses.
On the air whirling and blowing,
from dark tree-lined footpaths,
through golden sun-warmed wild grasses,
along moist and wooded river banks
and dancing along forest deer-trail passes.
On the fragrant breeze that gently tousles my hair.
I smell Autumn everywhere.
It makes me smile.
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Autumn tosses leaves around, like it’s playing a fun game
Waiting for you to be a kid again and jump in the leaf piles
Hide in the colors, while taking a breath, smell freshness in cool air
Maples are ready for tapping, to make syrup for pancakes in the morn
The dirt road is not as dusty, it settles more with season’s time
Welcoming visitors from over the hills and around the bends
Every footstep, every handshake and kiss in the wind
Love is spread in color, for autumn isn’t blind
And as the sun shines on ruby apples, waiting to be picked,
The seeds from milkweed fly on by, to start new life elsewhere
As bare trees wave goodbye to the last leaves hanging,
And the golden sun lowers to be set, colors burst in the sky…
Above silent water with calm reflections in a clear composition
- For autumn isn’t blind -
Heidi Sands
12/11/22
Placed 4th in the Still Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Eve Roper
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Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste
A destined arrival, from earth to space
Learning my place around the bend
My limbs sinking in the chair akin
To the rustic oak desk, branded by toil
My hands numbing, gears lacking oil
Watching raindrops kiss the window
A top hatted, hunched mans figure descends
He says with a grin, I’ll show you how
To properly command your pen
I pinch myself over and over again
Thinking I’ll wake next moments blink
I said sir, let me sip that ink you drink
Dine from the flowery plate you ascend
With glib he said, the drink is to think
Outside of a realm we transcend
The ink is verve that the heart kindly lends
To our inspired souls speaking
To minds boundless pen
I blink and he vanished
A note left to me holds words I brandish
“Calm eagles yield more then the busiest wren.”
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As I walk through this colorful boulevard,
cool breeze touches the back of my neck
from the breath of autumn,
breath of life from the nostrils of hope;
I smile at my lady who looks graciously captivating
like the red and pink maples and apples on my left;
this cozy feeling sends me into a trance.....
Trees branches spread the rays of the yellow sun,
like the beam of a strong musical concert,Illuminating the stage.
The displays of yellow,green and red foliage turn
the road and pathway into a superb international fashion show;
on the floor lies leaves of different colors
forming a crispy soft carpet on the ground,
`Oh! it reminds me of my wedding day`,
atmosphere full of heavenly bliss,...
I jerk back to the present as zephyr touches me
gently and whistles softly into my ears;
The birds flap their wings to give the almighty
a clap offering for this beautiful Cre..a..t.ion,
my lady looks at my face and nods happily,
squeezing my right hand reassuringly,
Kismet has blessed us with autumn,once again!.
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