Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
Bobby still remembers his High School Sophomore year
Rarely do his other memories still ring so clear
But he also recalls letters to Christine (his girl at the time)
They are so vivid he can quote every line
Sometimes they skipped their classes just to talk for a while,
He adored that girl to madness,
her brilliance and style
That year was precious,that year was a bit wild
He's not living with any regrets,
That year and that girl left impressions he'll never forget
By: J.N.R Dutton
It’s raining all night, and I’m sleepless
Each random thought carries me through
This habit to think is ridiculous
Except when I’m thinking of you
Hope you would approve my idea
I’ve no desire to celebrate
The date of upcoming New Year
The symbol of time that can’t wait
Champagne and that fabulous salad
We can go without easily
The spruce with the shimmering garland
Oh dear, it’s too much for me
I paid off a many New Years
Each one was no better than old
I’ve watched the sunrise over hills
I’ve lived up a tale no one told
So why not remain in the past
To drown in your eyes with the sun
That jumped like a ball between us
When we were alive, having fun.
The unique bleat of the ram’s horn (shofar) draws the crowds
like the wailing at the Temple’s western wall, its symbolism plays loud
Yet it is not the essence of the Jewish New Year
which is belonging –
to his own people, one must first connect
And if he will not, God too he will come to reject
Everyone is fond of the summer season
some just can't get enough of that sun
they travel worldwide to gain its rays
but the other seasons are required as one
Now here's a thought to ponder upon
what if summer lasted all year long
just imagine having continuous sunshine
our hearts would be filled with joyful songs
Children would want extra long holidays
even they could have classes held outside
more fun to learn about nature
sometimes summer rain keeps us inside
Now what if summer ended for good
and worst of all, winter lasted the year
nothing but cold, snow and ice
perish the thought, for it fills with fear
The heavy coats and gloves are on
never to take off at any time
well, maybe we'll stick to the four seasons
so ideal really, to keep us in our prime
Autumn leaves an aftertaste that kisses cold.
Then transfuses startled green veins with gold.
A shivering whisper, slips through oak and elm.
As faded yellow disciples tumble from their realm.
As it hums through wheat; the heavy heads bend low.
To ripen while the last warm amber winds still blow.
A long-drawn-out sigh, draws summer from its reign,
Gold and red leaves tumbling down to an empty lane.
Thin mist curls upwards from the cooling ground,
Cold breath slips down, through cracks, without a sound.
Gasps rattle shutters, and worry the tiles and doors.
Sends dry leaves scurrying like mice around the floors.
Autumn breathes on apples till their red cheeks glow,
Then thumps them down one by one onto the ground below.
It finds the restless geese beneath the cloud.
And beckons them south, to join the gathering crowd.
At dusk its voice turns hoarse, as darkness grows.
Growing rasping and raw, with winter up its nose.
Then Autumn, now breathless, loosens one last leaf.
It spins to Earth, collapsing, in gold-flared relief.
Trying
to retrieve
the things
you threw off
the boat
before they
sink
and with them
my legacy
They drift
in the
saturation
of what never
should have
been said
and never
should have
been thought
I
fall into
the dark
water
where our
past
spawns in anger
treading
in desperation
Hoping
for a
last reprieve
still floating
on the
surface
of what
never really was
— and never will be again
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
~ It would have been better had man never been created
Now that he is here, let him examine his deeds. ~
Talmud Arachin 15a
Is man a sparkling diamond, the crown of Creation
worthy of the angels’ anticipation
In his first hours of existence, Adam disobeyed God's one rule
Our legacy today -- an abundance of fools
The snake tests every succeeding generation
master at disguising evil as dazzling innovation...
When we look in the mirror, what do we see
One who serves friends and family ~ or ‘selfish me’
Like Isaiah he was a man of unclean lips
Full of guile and avarice
Until Uzziah's death exposed his unrighteousness
He reached out for the ever flowing blood of Jesus
The lamb of God slain for me.
Then he began to proclaim his cleanliness boldly.
(Written on the 5th of December, 2015)
LEAP YEAR
It only comes every four years
even though frogs can leap any time
this for some is a inconvenience
especially when the pear trees are dormant
But it’s welcome every time it comes
regardless of drum playing bums who
never even try to hum favorite tunes
out where writes in runic wearing wet tunics
Leap Year is supposed to be unusual
because it’s more rare than grilled snakes
this for a true survivalist might actually be
steaks grilled over a rake
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME
ALL YEAR, DANIELLE SMITH DOES CHIME
LATE SUNRISE A CRIME
A perfect suit and a well-trimmed beard,
All decent he was, but only with no shoes.
All I could think about was, why’s he so weird?
A few streets away,
A rugged man walked with a pair he didn’t choose.
In an elegant and sophisticated restaurant
Was a clumsy man with more than a word to fail,
Oh! He shouldn’t be let in when he’s so arrogant,
What can he do, when he spent the last 25 years in jail.
A dusky evening and in a very dusty street,
Begging for food, was a young boy with a scar.
Uhh! Education would have made him decent and neat,
Little did they know that he was a remnant of the War.
So many Lives,
So many Stories,
So many People,
So many Judgments...
Don’t cast the first Stone, don’t look out for flaws.
Try to be that Rolling Stone, that gathers no Moss.
JD, A Stone now, but trying to Roll...
It all began back in September
Less than a year, what a year to remember
A hug on sight was definitely a must
The hunger for love was a hunger for lust
From the sparkle in my eyes to the passion in my soul
From the words that were spoken, to the ones never told
From the beauty with the fire
To the one with no desire
Our purpose was fulfilled and now it is so
The song came to an end, us and the video
Don’t know if any wounds in time will mend
But I’m glad to say, you’re still my friend
Can time ever be measured by a moment in the heart?
Can it ever learn to stand still for the times we are apart?
Love had its time to shine, looking back from now to then
With five loses up to date and zero yet to win.
I've seen him everyday this week
Nurturing the plants and flowers.
Sighing contently. He joyfully whistles
While he sprinkles them with showers.
He's looking a little forlorn today.
He must have something on his mind....
I know! I'll hop by and cheer him up
For he's always very kind.
He fills the feeders to the brim
With the trusty old peanuts.
Even the more gentle birds
Will battle for them with guts!
When all is quiet with little breeze,
I like to play this game...
How close can I get to him
Before sees and calls my name?
He always smiles when I approach
And sing my merry tune.
He's there for many hours,
Even on cloudy afternoons.
He generously crumbles and scatters
His ginger nuts and digestives.
I, the ROBIN, am a friend all year.
Not just for seasons festive.
13th July 2026 for the weekly poetry challenge
A poem from an animals perspective
“The Ten-Year Drift”
Ten years buried,
Like a cabin under frozen snow.
Surface: A sudden knock at the door.
A return of ten years.
Suspension of consciousness
I am relieved. Twist of fate;
An icy chill on a white blanket
slate, fresh skin; a new life.
As the sound of snow sonic,
pillows over the cabin.
There sits our picture.
Fades to old blue.
Once a shared shadow.
Becomes an instant replay.
We sat looking out of the window
Sharing an age-old bourbon.
Stirring in clouds, inside clouds.
A jewel in this moment,
Old friends together again.
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