Autumn Sensual Poems

Hazarding a guess
he holds onto his inner rake
like a shining crucifix
raking leaves in his Autumn years
he considers poetry
keeping bees in their hives
is just as sweet...

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Golden leaves,
Upon the maple trees,
You are at your Beautys,
Loveliest,
In the sweet autumn evenings,
The candle,
Of the seasons,
With the Moonlights kiss,
Has changed,
your green hues,
To a golden vibrancy,
Fine...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
         here and there:  even the last flower...

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This will be the fortuitous night
When her restless spirit fully takes flight
In all four winds that fail to slow
Under the waning reflective moonlight.

They met under...

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Winds

The cool autumn breeze
Exhaling its frosty breath
Straight into my ears....

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Shakespeare compares thee to a summers day,
How misplaced are those words that he say.

For you, my dear, are the poignant breeze
Caressing, undressing the autumn trees.

Your...

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Dear Mariam,
I’m sending you a button from my cotton shirt
And a Pinecone; that I coloured blue, last autumn.
I also coloured my room, blue.
Your shawl, ruined...

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To my StraightWhiteMale
right-wing
left-brain
monoculturally dominating brothers,
and your antifeminist glamorous 
amorous womanly allies,

You have not yet heard me,
if you only hear my resistance,
sharing my non-culpable experience
with non-choice...

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"Seeds"



Blue reaches reflections
touching ripples 
tears in time ephemeral
caresses fragrant Green my canopy

opens the light
inside me 

cracked eggshell 
golden-yoked sunshine
pale turquoise kintsugi
splintered paths inside my mind

in...

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there is a brothel there down the street,
built like a palace three stories high,
hear anklets jingle on dancing feet,
with singing and drums as you pass...

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SOLEMN AUTUMN

    Autumn adorns ambient in dulcet dream
    Deciduous trees shed leaves on priority    
 ...

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Sonnets LII-LX

The Endeavors of Lips
by Michael R. Burch

How sweet the endeavors of lips: to speak
of the heights of those pleasures which left us weak
in love’s...

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The smell of either soil or concrete after the rain is breathtaking
The sight of the sky and the birds on a warm day is amazing...

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Walking at dusk through the old park,

the golden glow of forgiveness

hangs in the air long enough

for you to steal it with both hands

but you choose...

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"The Periwinkle Time"



Blues crushed prepossessing Violet
Lavender starbursts 
sharp as diamonds
undressed, a soul preys 
with black as crow feathered lashes
that rim the open mirrors 

There in...

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