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Howard Osborne Poem
AUTUMN UNTOLD STORY
Sense the tiny bite of crispness in the air
September ends and school again begins
Crows on the telegraph lines just stare
The old guy at the corner leans and grins
September ends and school again begins
The parents’ Volvos wait to drop and go
The old guy at the corner leans and grins
For a reason that most will never know
The parents’ Volvos wait to drop and go
Kids with an emotional burden to carry
For a reason that most may never know
Walking past the man and never tarry
Kids with an emotional burden to carry
Not yet acute enough to raise concerns
Walking past the man and never tarry
The memory of that encounter burns
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2022
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THE FINAL ACT
After Humpty Dumpty’s fall
Angry residents placed a call
The locals destroyed the wall
As it shouldn’t be there at all
Injured Humpty was all gloom
Alone in the emergency room
Having to use a nom de plume
Talking with doctors on Zoom
With meds all suitably labelled
Finally diagnosed as disabled
His complaint was then tabled
And a damages claim enabled
Then he was in constant pain
Smiling went against the grain
But was provided with a cane
Yet would never dance again
All the King’s horses and men
First aid was beyond their ken
As fighting was their acumen
Hadn’t joked much since then
Now Humpty has lost weight
One could say he’s in a state
His scheduled operation is late
Now wondering about his fate
It sounds just like a tale of woe
But that is the way a life can go
He’s a producer now you know
Sitting on walls is his new show
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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AUTUMN LEAVES
Leaves, all as unfulfilled summer hopes, finally fall
As they do, in their own kind of golden splendour
With Autumn offering them welcoming sympathy
They know with much regret, their time has come
To lay silently among many others of a similar fate
But glad they have fulfilled such a crucial function
Looking back up at the tree’s black bare branches
Certain that new progeny will emerge next Spring
With no way now left for them to offer up advice
Yet assured that Nature has the keys to pass it on
The secret, to capture and transform the sunlight
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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HOLIDAY LIMERICKS
Holiday workers on mid-west farms
Know it is true that UV light harms
But all will ignore the sign
Wearing a T-shirt is fine
As they do have the right to bare arms
Vacations are not merely to rest
As after all, paid work is the best
It is the nation they know
A love of country they show
By all holding a hand to their chest
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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WABI-SABI
The vase lay broken on the floor
Pieces scattered, whole no more
Collected, to try and make again
Yet its beauty may forever wane
Glue and gold wire used to repair
Never to be perfect as I’m aware
Yet still is worthy of my attention
And ongoing healing intervention
Cracks now mended, yet still seen
A sad reflection of what it’s been
No longer stood in pride of place
Almost ashamed to show its face
A hint of the beauty gone before
One missing piece is its tiny flaw
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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SOYLENT GREEN
Only a few would try it
Hunger always wins
Vegetarian, it’s claimed
Food for the planet
But made from people
Soylent Green
Yuck!
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2025
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DAYBREAK
I see the sun at last
It was waiting for its moment, yet unbidden
Light is cast
So powerful
Now brazen, no longer hidden
At all
To be
Like a wild horse, never ridden
Free
I see the sun at last
Now brazen, no longer hidden
Free
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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GONE
When all seems to be lost and with nothing gained
It is that thing that no-one explained
Yet with much to think upon
As the time moves on
It appears
Gone
All in tears
Was it just a con
A deal soon to jettison
Yet nothing ever seemed to be feigned
When all seems to be lost and with nothing gained
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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Howard Osborne Poem
JANUS FACE
When looking to my right
I see images of yesterday
Once sharp, now blurred
Yet comfortable in a way
And somehow preferred
But will it always be night
When I’m looking to the left
As today becomes tomorrow
And seeing a hint of sunshine
Dispelling all traces of sorrow
Prospects should now be fine
No longer to ever feel bereft
Looking straight ahead at you
The present moment freezes
You cannot see my two faces
Yet neither expression pleases
I know that your heart races
Can your future I see be true
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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Howard Osborne Poem
RIVERBANK
The river of life flows fast toward the weir
This scene is now reality, not a pantomime
So smile for the ferryman as he draws near
Is that sweet music that you can now hear
It is calling softly with a melody so sublime
The river of life flows fast toward the weir
There are now only memories to hold dear
As recent years pass, they no longer rhyme
So smile for the ferryman as he draws near
Be resigned to one’s fate, then shed a tear
The underworld is calling, no need to climb
The river of life flows fast toward the weir
Shared understanding as others gather here
In the distance, can you hear the bell chime
So smile for the ferryman as he draws near
With no more to be done, it would appear
The beginning of the end, now is your time
The river of life flows fast toward the weir
So smile for the ferryman as he draws near
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2024
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