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Visitors

10/30/2014

Visitors

Those
Princely
Birds,
The
Crows,
Are
Back
On
Autumns
Track.
They
Meet
And
Stroll
The
Street
For
Whatever
It is
They
Eat.
They
Strut.
They’re
Proud.
Their
Cries
Are
Extra
Loud.
They
Gather
In
Chilly
Weather,
Double
Black
On
Every
Feather.
I welcome
These
Raucous
Guests,
Come
For
The
Season,
And
Like
My
Friends
The
Crows,
I don’t
Need
A
Reason.

Tuesday

10/28/2014

Tuesday

Slower
Sun
To
Rise.
Grey
Soaks
The
Skies.
October
Sinks
In
Time
As
Winter
Climbs.
I search
Twenty
Layers
Down
To
Find
The
Altars
Of
Yesterday,
And
Touch
The
Worn
Stones.

October

10/26/2014

October

Fall
Comes
Fast.
The
Grass
Turns
To
Sunny
Hay
And
Gold
Touches
The
Day.
Mornings
Are
Moist
And
Shady,
By
Afternoon
Its
Eighty.
The
Slightest
Breeze
Disturbs
The
Trees,
And
Elm
Leaves
Fall
Like
Snow.
If
You
Have
No
Place
To
Go,
Come
See
The
Show.

Ornithology

10/24/2014

Ornithology

The
Doves
Come
In the
Afternoon,
When
Shadows
Fall.
If
They
Come
At All.
Doves
Are
Un
De
Pend
Able.
Pigeons,
On
The
Other
Hand,
That
Gypsy
Band,
Are
Steady
As
Feathered
Clocks,
And
Come
Anytime,
In
Flocks.

Enlightenment

10/22/2014

Enlightenment

Sipping
My tea,
It suddenly
Occurred
To me,
But
I busily
Brushed
It
Away,
To
Think
Of
Another
Day.
In
The
Afternoon
I reached
For
A
Spoon,
And
Realized
The
Answer
Had
Been
Right
Before
My eyes.
I hurried
To
Record
This
Incandescent
Thought,
Then I
Forgot.

So Long

10/20/2014

So Long

Broke
With
A
Friend.
Declared
It was
The
End.
He’s
False
And
Phony
And
Full
Of
Baloney.
I tried
To
Forgive,
Live
And
Let
Live,
But
He
Crossed
The
Line.
I don’t
Feel
Fine,
I can’t
Forget
The
Regret.
What
A loss,
What
A high
Cost,
But
He’s
No
Longer
Fun.
I’m
Done,
And
Wise
To his
Lies.
But
Its
Sad
To see
A
Friendship
Go
Bad,
And
Worse,
Have it
Happen
To me.

Fair Morning

10/18/2014

Fair Morning

The
Woody
Taste
Of
Strong
Tea
Sustains
Me.
Clouds
Ride
The
Sun
Then
Pass
As
The
Sprinklers
Run,
Making
Rainbow
Prisms
In
The
Grass.
The
‘Meditation
From
Thais’
Plays,
And its
The
Best
Of
Saturdays
To
Sing
Praise
For
Humble
Things.

Old

10/16/2014

Old

My friend
Has
Grown old.

‘I was
Beautiful
When
I was
Young,’
She says,
‘And
I was
Young
For a
Long
Time.’

Blue-veined
Hands,
Hair
Grey strands.

‘These
Days,’
She says,
‘I live
In
My
Head.’

She
Smiles
As if
She knows
A vast
Secret.

‘Between
You
And
Me,’
She says,
‘It’s a
Better
Place
To
Be.’

You're Out, You Lout

10/13/2014

You’re Out, You Lout

Entered
Another
Of those
Tempting
Contests,
And
Unable
To rest
Until I
Heard,
Waited
For
Word.
Back
It came,
Saying
My work
Was
Dreadfully
Lame.
Rather
Than
Address
My ills,
The
Judges
Preened,
And
Displayed
Their
Writing
Skills.
In my
Tiny
Sample,
(Not at
All ample,)
They
Decided
I should
Be
Callously
Derided.
I climbed
Up
From
My pain,
And read
The
Comments
Again.
Those
Ladies
Got my
Humble
Song
All
Wrong!
Confused
Names,
Facts,
And
The
Plot.
Oh,
They
Missed
A lot.
I was
Soon
Able to
See
They were
No
Smarter
Than me.
These
Contests
Are a
Quick way
To
Raise
Chapter
Cash,
But mostly
Give
Hopeful
Souls
A hefty
Bash.
I got
No
Writing
Tips,
Just their
Foolish
Quips.
So
I am
Sore.
No more
Contests
Will see
My
Name,
I’m
Done
With
That
Game.
And
That’s
A shame.

Prediction

10/11/2014

Prediction

Scattered
Showers
Through
The
Overnight
Hours.
I wake
Again,
And
Hear
The
Rain,
Look
At the
Ceiling,
And feel
An
Ancient
Pain.
Every
Loss
And
Every
Gain
Crowd
In for
Review,
But
There is
Little
I can
Do.
I’m
Not
Always
Wise,
My
Virtues
Are a
Disguise,
I am
Short of
Friends,
And my
Scrap
Of
Talent
May
End.
I’m
Living
On air,
And
Who will
Care,
If I
Excel,
Or
If I
Fail?
I try
To
Rest.
I will
Do my
Best.
Tomorrow
Is
Another
Day,
So
They
Say,
And
By then
The
Rain
Will have
Gone
Away.