Fall's Funeral

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…the rustic brown,

orange,

and green leaves

on every road

begin to lasso October

for his last threads of autumn.

Black clouds flush

the fully-lit-stone,

and fangs soar

the chilly midnight air,

cackling

and

screeching,

the last breath

the scarecrows will exhale.

The trademark-V possesses the moon,

and paves south

to hide from frozen return.

Pumpkins wrinkle tea-light for children,

while bon-fires crawl back inside chimneys,

as the sky unravels behind de-tasseled corn.

The depressed sun sleeps longer than usual

during her blanketed hibernation,

and the grass will awaken

frostbittenly reborn,

the moment mother nature

bares herself to the world…

By Jai K

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Neglected

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…askew on the shelf

Stuck between the reveries

And broken dreams

I promised myself

Carefully I pulled you out

And blew the dust away

Your skin was cracked

and lusterless

Surely, you'd seen a better day

I sat down with you, laid in my lap

And gently cleaned you up a bit

Your hair was dull and unruly

Your eyes were full of grit

It didn't take long before my heart

Surged with sweet sentiment

Recalling you'd filled my loneliness

With tender love and fulfillment

And when I bent to kiss your lips

A deep breath you inhaled

Your eyes…

By Sharon Cunningham

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The fathers sin

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…submission

A world filled with hate

Raised with an iron fist

To keep my morals straight

A jungle made of concrete

I slipped between the cracks

Lost inside my anger

No way of turning back

I feel others always watching

Their eyes filled with disgust

The tears I've shed in life

have turn my heart to rust

People think they know me

By seeing what's outside

My attitude is just my armor

To hide the pain and hurt inside

I'm part of the human condition

I do not carry this burden alone

There will be many other children

Whose Hearts…

By Anonymous

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Halloween's Child

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…blend into the evening, my face now adorned with a mask

I steal from my house to meet cohorts, with a plan for agreed upon tasks.

Crouching low we creep into the corn field, the ears in dried husks reaching high

We quietly pick and shuck kernels underneath scudding clouds in the sky.

Patiently hiding along side the road, young demons awaiting their prey

A car makes a sound in the distance, the headlights are heading our way.

Handfuls of corn are now heaved from the dark, the hubcaps go rat-a-tat-tat!

We scatter like mice in the kitchen, who’ve been…

By James Geehring

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*Song of Fire*

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…echoes and lamentations of the fatherless who cannot stand these times

Love, peace and joy are only found

in ancient folk tales

The truth has been condemned and exiled

it has become a thing of shame and remorse

As for me there is nothing left to take pleasure in

So I will sing a song of Sorrow

Nothing is left to desire or admire

Ruin ruin ruin

The whole land has become like a vast battle field

Causing untold desolation

Everyman takes pleasure in destruction

Trembling children, gnashing and gashing teeth,falling fathers and nursing nebulous nostalgia

Running to and…

By Happious Sai

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Broken Dreams

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…broken dreams

Only the true beauty of a mortal soul stays hidden,

Like the owls under the night sky,

Hidden by the clouds and stars

Beasts of so many colours

Feathers and fur,

Some black some blue,

Hearts held by red and white,

The strings of love entiwned,

Spring you say?

Today we speak of colours as bright as day,

Flowers and birds and bugs alike,

All of colours,

Feathers and fur,

Summer and the beauty of nature springs forth

Green and orange are now at peak,

for summer you say? Such a beautiful time,

Oh how long we've had…

By Marina Vos

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Poetry to Swallow

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…heart’s poetry, it is good to approach our art as poetry as if it were a game. We need to play connect-the-dots with words and feelings, paying close attention to the sound and flow of our memories, as well as their arrangement on the page. It is never too late to be a Poet.

To be a poet, you need to know when to listen and when not, as well as begin every day with a moment of silence, during the day listen to the children who are always on, we can learn as much from them as they us…

By Joyce White

Website: http://www.sculptingtheheart.blogspot.com

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In the name of Poetry

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…and explore the dinosaur fate

Or back peddle to the antediluvian world

Then fly and travel through time into the apocalyptic world if you wish I can document God 's plan of salvation pay attention with your ear

Wait until patient pay you

No misconceptions please am not ecstatic it's just a poetic roller coaster

I am a poet

If I have nothing to write I write everything

A whirlwind of words is causing a limbo jumbo in my mind

Overflowing in my heart triggering congestion and

Swelling my ballpoint

I can write on sand paper

If I run out…

By Dean Njane

Website: http://http//www.Thoughtfox.com

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Sinéad

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…as her wares,

Shaves off her hair,

I don’t need to know which book she is on,

Which words have unearthed a faith in her strong

Enough to beat the nasties gone.

There’s nothing wrong with trying to stay alive.

If that’s her disguise, to find wise words

That don’t make her cry, then fine.

I don’t think that I can

Find peace in BibleBaghvadTorahQu’ran –

There’s a man jacking smack round the back of my yard.

It’s hard. And I know that by far I’m dancing with stars,

And compared to some bars mine are

High.

So I simply…

By Shozz's EmporiumOfDark

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