Autumn is the bite of the harvest apple.
quote by Christina Petrowsky
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Harvest and Autumn
Harvest, harvest
all you need,
is food and drink
and fruit indeed.
Harvest friend is harvest moon,
of course.
Autumn, Autumn
Harvest is in Autumn,
oh, what a great time to celebrate! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Karolina Gosztyla
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Sweet Sour Apple Bites
Orchard of apple and variety
Here you come, the apples lover
Come sing and praise like always
'Shining around the skin
Your colour is my favorite apple
The fresh one
So is your taste'
Apples smile and sing
'If i am green
A sweet sour love
Bite one, bite two
Bite still
Taste me my apples lover
Taste my sweet sour love
I'm green and sour
Pluck me bite me my lover'
The hunter replies
Bite one and some
Tasted your sour love
Bite still because i am the apple lover'
Apples smile continue the song
'If i am red apple
Sweet and moist
Bite one, then two
Bite more
Taste my sweet life
I'm red and taste nice
Bite one bite some
Taste me sweet you will like it'
'Green or Red
Bite sweet or bite sour
I must love you my apples
simply because...
I am the true apple lover'
Explained hunter
Sweet red or sour green
Sugar rich energy will reach your heart sooner
Running in your blood and pump the beat so dear
'O apples my dear i grow you in orchard to be with me so near'
Confessed by gardener, before apple answered
'You work hard and love so sincere, will fruit you love every year'
Bite one, sweet or sour everyday
Promise keeps you away from doctor
Bite one Bite some Bite all say the lover
Energy, Protect you always said apple
If you love something, make it further
This is what apple and hunter tell you, No Fears
Credit to Ahmed Khaled to point some issues of apples
so what i can say here it was inspired by Ahmed Khaled and fair to say this is our collaboration. Took of the chance to dedicate this poem for Steve, Co founder of Apple...All his courage to chase his dream is what i really called as an apple lover...
Meaning of this poem,
I want to talk about 'Do what you want' choose what you like
It's not all about apples, it is about...if you have a dream (your future)
make it real either you taste it difficult or easy you will always enjoyed it
just like i tell you in the story, green or red, sweet or sour
the apple hunter/gardener still like it, why simple cause the hunter like it
..As you know what you like and nod for the challenge, you will
get satisfied with what are you having, doing...it's your favorite choice
..Include the words 'An apple a day keeps doctor away' hoping you
understand, you will safe and satisfy if you choose the path you like
and you will safe from regret..Chase your dream :) _Unwritten Soul
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Our seed of love
If like an apple, ours is meant to be
That a little bite more, a little us less
Then let us as gentle as we can be
Take each bite even as we regress
Till we eat deep into our love's flesh
And nothing more in us to bless
For apple season must come and go
Such path all things must flow
But an apple has many seeds
A little soil and a little moist it needs
Sunshine and a little kiss of life
To give green to its tiny leaf
Pray as we swallow that final part
Ours will grow again in the fertile soil of our heart! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Harvest For The World
All babies together
Evry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Loves bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
(harvest for the world)
A nations planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, we wont wait in vain
Far too many, feelin the strain
(chorus)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest for the world)
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation, tuning into beasts
(chorus)
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Red Apple, Red Apple
Red apple
Red apple
sitting on the ledge
savouring its nutrients
for a few moments longer
Red apple
Red apple
Savouring its time
That is has left
As a whole
Red apple
Red apple
Traveled such a
Long way, from the store?
Farm? another country?
Red apple
Red apple
Haunting me by
The curiosity of
How juicy you taste
Red apple
Red apple
Shine on,
Red apple
poem by John McAdam
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My Red Joystick
The first bite of the apple made eve smart
The second bite taught her how to break mens hearts
The third bite taught her how to strut her stuff
But she never got to the fourth bite
That says enough is enough
Enough is enough, baby, Ive had enough of you
You can keep your dresses, you can keep your jewels
You can keep the color tv, those soaps just make me sick
All Im asking you leave me is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red joystick
All Im asking you leave me is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red joystick
All Im asking you leave me is my little red joystick
Eve kissed able, thats how he got murdered by cain
Abraham gave up his son, to keep his wife away
And even the lord almighty
Speaking from the trenches to the pits
Spoke for all of mankind, when he said
Take the porsche, take the kids
Take the stocks, baby, take the rugs
Take those roses from my poor heart wilting
But, please, please, hey, please, leave me my red joystick
Leave me my red joystick, leave me my red joystick
Leave me my red joystick
Eve drank apple cider, eve brewed good apple wine
Eve cooked up stewed apples, knew how to have a good time
She came into the bedroom, raised her skirts up high
She said, if a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, baby
Give me a piece before I die
Hey, eve take a bite of my apple
I know you think youre pretty slick
The one thing I ask you to leave me is my red joystick
My red joystick, ooohhh, my red joystick
All Im asking you leave me is my little red joystick
My red joystick, baby, my red joystick
All Im asking you leave me is my little red joystick
My red joystick
Hey ..., my red joystick
Ooohhh, red joystick
Please, leave me my red joystick
... red joystick
Please, leave me my red joystick
My red joystick
...
(my red joystick, my red joystick)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Tested Beyond Our Ability To Endure
Why did Thou forsake Us?
Art Thou Not Our Sovereign God?
No we were never
tested beyond
our ability to endure!
Choice was free will!
The big apple
looked temptation good
to our green eyes.
We coveted the look
the taste forbidden
flavour to bite savour.
We took a bite!
We ate the apple!
No all individuals
all people
are responsible for
their decisions
their own actions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lovers' Delights
we only have one apple
i am holding it in my hand
i take a bite and
you follow
we take turns
we like the crunchy sound
the sweetness of
the crunchy apple
until the apple is consume
we hold each other's hands
we look at each other's eyes
we feast.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Laughing Apple
Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree
An apple tree,
Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree
And the man who owned it wanted it to be picked
So he sent forth to hire me
Well, Ive travelled the mountains, and Ive travelled the sea
But a never in my travelling days
Have I ever seen a little apple smile at me!
Laugh, oh laugh a little apple
Autumn is waitin, youd better be careful,
For it will bring you down
If it ever sees you wearing a frown
So laugh, laugh a little apple
Well all the apples were hidin
Frightened that they might be plucked
And everytime that somebody passed
All except that one little apple ducked
Well, Ive travelled the mountains, and Ive travelled the sea
But a never in my travelling days
Have I ever seen a little apple smile at me!
Laugh, oh laugh a little apple
Autumn is waitin, youd better be careful,
For it will bring you down
If it ever sees you wearing a frown
So laugh, laugh a little apple
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Pirouetting Autumn
The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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I fall for you Autumn
I fall for you Autumn
from the red in your hair
to the cool breeze in your kisses.
I fall for you Autumn
from your ever changing moods.
To the way you harvest my love.
Autumn loving you is
like a feast of thanks.
I thank you for your touch
I thank you for your understanding.
Autumn you are the changing
season of my heart.
From sadness to joy.
And when it comes to loving someone;
I fall for you Autumn.
On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd
On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Harvestsong.
The last apple in the garden,
Fell unnoticed.
While I was away,
Making hay.
From August to December.
From rain to mid-never.
So cold as
'Shiver me timbers'.
The last apple,
Tasted bland and damp.
The fruit of all God,
For all to see.
Natures` harvest replenishing
Wild and ever free.
The last apple was mine,
For the first time,
Falling from August
To gone Christmas morn on,
From sunshine, rain
And fall, through winters`
Seemingly (forever)
Without a snowdropp to recall.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Our Tree
When spring comes round, our apple tree
Is very full of flowers,
And when a bird sits on a branch
The petals fall in showers.
When summer comes, our apple tree
Is very full of green,
And everywhere you look in it
There is a leafy screen.
When autumn comes, our apple tree
Is full of things to eat.
The apples hang from every branch
To tumble at our feet.
When winter comes, our apple tree
Is full of snow and ice
And rabbits come to visit it...
We think our tree is nice.
poem by Marchette Chute
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M2...
of what use is the
whiteness?
the purity that you
have maintained in the color of your
soul
of what use is the red
in your center?
it is just a piece of art
pure aesthetics without any function at all
forbidden flap
full of flimsy fabrications
you cannot put salt in a flower and
say you want to preserve it
like some sort of peppered pickles
white soon shall turn to a bruise
freshness into a contusion
ponder upon the shortness of the life span
of the butterfly
get wild like a snake
bite, bite, if needed, bite the delicious apple of discord
savor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Temptation Of Marvin
there is an apple
hanging on the tree
there is woman picking it
and biting it
there is no snake
it is dark and the place
is just lighted by
fireflies and up in the sky
the stars are silent
you are naked
bathing with the light of
the moon
there is this heat
between your legs
that you feel
she says' the apple is sweet'
and wants to
share a bite with you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bite dog
Street dog
Bite another dogs...
Bite
men and women...
Bite cat...
Bite...
Bite...
The dog bite all
At night time
One car was dash
The dog
Dog was dead...
Dog dead body on
The street...
Nobody watch him...
Bite dog is
Politkal dog...
Or monky dog...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Under Your Skin
Me and the snow vines quiet light
Very overlaid and seen
I watch them falling from this category
But that's the risk I take
But that's the risk I take
You said we're meant to be together
You left with someone I know
Took one bite straight from the apple
And now my love has flown
Well you said you wished you knew me
You can't have everything
For I knew I wouldn't know you
But I got under your skin
And the stars are falling cold
I smell the hail and snow
Turning cold inside his locks of hair
But that's the risk I take
But that's the risk I take
You said we're meant to be together
You left with someone I know
Took one bite straight from the apple
And now my love has flown
Well you said you wished you knew me
You can't have everything
For I knew I wouldn't know you
But I got under your skin
INSTRUMENTAL
You said we're meant to be together
You left with someone I know
Took one bite straight from the apple
And now my love has flown
Well you said you wished you knew me
You can't have everything
For I knew I wouldn't know you
But I got under your skin
But I got under your skin
But I got under your skin
song performed by by Texas
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Appletree
Appletree
I'm sittin' on my window sill and looking
through the pain you broke my heart
Oh mamma no you cannot teach me a different soul
I won't believe in your God of course I see this clouds
above but that's not God, that's not the Lord
and the smoke of my cigarette got into my eyes and now
I'm feel like I'm gonna cry
and all you guys laugh at me but I don't feel like
I am just a child, just a child
and I don't give a damm
yes I don't give a damm
I don't give a damm
and break my apple in two pieces or three
imagine the world is just an apple tree and live your life
and be careful 'cause harvest time is your death don't fall
and I don't give a damm
yes I don't give a damm
I don't give a damm
you're laughin' but you wanna cry your coolness hey,
is just a lie you're venerable too it's the price you
have to pay look in the mirror before you try to fly you have
no wings come on be reasonable guy don't try
and I don't give a damm
yes I don't give a damm
I don't give a damm
Break my apple in two pieces or three
imagine the world is just an apple tree and live your life
and be careful 'cause harvest time is your death don't fall
and I don't give a damm
yes I don't give a damm
I don't give a damm
your blood is runnin' through my head then my temples then my
bed drowsy eyes and big composure your cut throat spits a
clear red tincture full of love and full of greed I cannot
sleep I cannot sleep
and I don't give a damm
yes I don't give a damm
I don't give a damm
Break my apple in two pieces or three
imagine the world is
song performed by by Wonderwall
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In This Autumn Of The Year
In this Autumn of the year there be image
Pictorial earthtone's.....the artist's nirvana
Flecks of shades....bleed into each spray
Summer's closure.....sets on the causway
In this Autumn of the year there be breeze
Whisps feather past red cheeks 'n lobes
In contrast to the gusts.....of Winter's sting
Autumn flails its limbs...like colored wings
In this Autumn of the year, there be rainfall
A subtle, chilling mist.....that feeds the soil
Preparing, for the fast confronting Harvest
Showerings fall like angel-hair........tingling
In this Autumn of the year..... there be spice
A vast potpouri.....of kaleidoscopic majesty
Herbs 'n hickory smoke, from chimney tops
Country fairs and downtown sidewalk stops
In this Autumn of the year there be romance
Love that flowers in bond, of Soul and Spirit
Spirits of October....... Souls of Hallows Eve
Cornucopia of nature that's what Autumn be
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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