Septolet (Comes Autumn)
Autumn geese
in formation
flying
off somewhere
Summer’s birds
singing in the trees
unknowing
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ACROSTIC (Cell)
Classified as a living thing,
each one is called a building block of life; the smallest
living biological structure found in all known
living organisms.
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ACROSTIC (Dark Sky)
Day light saving while
Autumn begins
re-arranging landscapes
keeping up a face.
Sun in need of rest
knows when to retreat and
yield to Winter's grace.
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ACROSTIC (Prophet)
People eagerly follow;
revere the
one leading, and
place great responsibility on the
head of he who would take
every risk to direct the fold. Best pray
that it is from the right Spirit.
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ACROSTIC (Lyrics)
Love to hear your melody and I
yearn so to hear you speak;
really feel your embrace. But I feel
instant relief in my heart when you
come whispering in the wind and
say the words that set me free.
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ACROSTIC (Storm)
Suddenly Autumn is done and over with, all
too soon. A storm packing SNOW waits just
over the horizon and it makes for
rushed and hurried preparations;
most folks are not ready for Winter so early.
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ACROSTIC (Winter)
Why have you left me here alone
inviting cold, windy guests
never remembering our summer romp
thank you for sea, sand and memory
every one held close to my heart, please
remember me, your lost summer love.
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A Matter Of Time
Time in a bottle;
sands of time
running out of time.
IF there is
a time to be born
and a time to die,
is there enough time
and for what?
Is time on my side;
is it friend
or enemy?
And why is it getting faster
while I am getting slower,
and
what is that
infernal ticking?
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More I Want To Do
I clean and scrub
vacuum and mop;
it goes on and on
and never stops.
There’s laundry
and shopping,
meals to cook too,
bills to pay
and banking to do.
She can have the dust,
the maid I entrust,
with a chore
I can’t handle anymore,
'cause there's other things
I would much rather do
like write and blog
and post at Yahoo.
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No Eulogies For Life
Don't want any funeral,
viewings or floral wreaths,
no eulogies or readings
or statements of belief.
No need for weeping
from any who ever knew me;
nor attendance required
from those who only screwed me.
THIS mortal life is what I lay down
to rest here in this sod;
but all that makes me who I am
has returned back home to God.
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