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Visitors

10/30/2014

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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.


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Tuesday

10/28/2014

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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.

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October

10/26/2014

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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.


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Ornithology

10/24/2014

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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.


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Enlightenment

10/22/2014

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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.


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So Long

10/20/2014

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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.


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Fair Morning

10/18/2014

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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.


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Old

10/16/2014

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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.’


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You're Out, You Lout

10/13/2014

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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.


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Prediction

10/11/2014

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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.


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