Autumn Work Poems

I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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Grab up some pine I cut up last weekend,
back creaks as I put it up on the block,
splitting maul flashes, in an arc descends,
sinks deep...

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lean fields topped up shedding trees in fullness~~glean pluck play togetherness...

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I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of...

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Up the wooden hill
where the fir tree spills
rustic autumn and soil,
cries of "The pale one".
All in arms,
pitchforks at the ready.
"Burn the witch! Be gone!"

An equivocal...

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I was an active, prominent architect, like fervent stars which race the sun,
Or exotic, summer flowers that bloom vibrantly, creating rapturous visions.

I'd wrought modernist skyscrapers,...

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Seems the words have stopped flowing of late,
but the hill road is turning out great.
We got to the bottom
with time to see autumn,
and the views...

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Last leaves have fallen from the sycamore tree
Leaving her limbs unclad, so naked and bare
While they wait for their new coats of cottony
White snow, and...

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taps on top my head
pelting vibrant thoughts trying 
to get in and out...

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flashes of fire 
come between woven branches
bending warmth around...

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The forearms ache after their long days make of glass into many forms of structure.
The back is tight and it’s muscles tough after working hard...

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I was a famous conductor, and performing beautiful  music was my joy,
As diamond sunshine, to pervade darkness, finds any means to employ.

Music had long...

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Karmic seeds once sown,
Thought, I’d reap fruits by me grown,
Spring came, soon was gone,

And turned to summer too soon,
And fruitless far my fortune! 

It dawned:...

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Having been unemployed for some time, I had a fresh job prospect,
As sunlit rainbow beamed jaunty colors, the last time you checked.

I really needed some...

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Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in...

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