Sea September Poems

Autumn, a time for reflections on reflections,
and they are rife, linked to pearly grey sky,
lake, puddle, mud strewn path or no,
while  each steep cliff...

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Spring sashay this way 

Oh look a little babbling brook a classic country scenic site 
Listen to its babbling bliss It is like a greeting...

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September rains; springs spout, rivers fleetly flow to sea
New memories commence as old ones laggardly fade away
Septembers, one new daughter born; a father buried.



Remember September...

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autumn is peeking
apples for picking~baking
leaves for the raking

 

Date Written: 8/21/2022
Note: Haiku Rhyme...

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Yesterday I turned thirteen 
Welcome to teenage, they said
A new adventure
A new journey
Almost a lady
I am independent
I will be free
And today I turned nineteen
And I...

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She arrived that warm
September day
a moment of pure bliss 
of connection 
and yearning

The sound of the waves
and the smell of the sea

She arrived from a...

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How about if time thinks out of the box
  Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox
Instead of forward, shift into reverse
 ...

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I want to be lost in a sea of rainbow leaves
as the drum of time rolls and September is here
and Summer is a shadow...

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September is in the air                    ...

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Sensational shockwaves of fall, 2001
witnessed world trade struck cold.
As its backdrop collasped, we trembled in a sea
of misgivings untold. 

Brilliant aftershocks arose then in quick...

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Early light- sea blue 
tints-traces the olive pines
as the sun rises.

Buttercup yellow 
needles carpet the subtle
hills under the tree.

Sparrows wings flutter
through the Autumn leaves. Pumpkin...

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On a sunny day in late September
we were on our way to Runswick Bay,
on a walk that we gladly remember,
meeting people on the Cleveland Way.

Assorted...

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S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be...

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Myth, after Dylan Thomas
by Michael R. Burch

Here the recalcitrant wind
sighs with grievance and remorse
over fields of wayward gorse
and thistle-throttled lanes.

And she is the myth of...

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The First Thanksgiving (Sept. 3, 1578)

The shortest distance to Cathay 1
(Land of riches: silks, teas and spices)
Lay to the north to the South Sea. 2
Didn’t...

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