Nightly Routine
The wind has dropped the air is still
With just a hint of autumn chill.
A scent of dampness fills the air.
My little dog and I don't care.
It is the highlight of his day
And he enjoys it come what may.
Rain hail or snow he has to go.
Although I think he seems to know.
My joints are stiff I can't walk far
We stick to our familiar
Short stroll about the neighbourhood
I'd take him further if I could.
My aching joints preventing me.
Restricting my mobility.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Winter Song
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Smoke Two Joints
(she was living in a single room with three other individuals.
One of them was a male and the other two, well, the other two were females.
God only know what they were up to in there.
And furthermore susan, I wouldnt be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them
Habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes... reefers)
I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more
Smoked cigarettes til the day she died
Toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
Smoked cigarettes til the day she died
Toke a big spliff of some good sensamill...
Easy-e were ya ever caught slippin? hell no!
Daddy he once told me son you be hard workin man
And momma she once told me son you do the best you can
But, then one day I met a man who came to me and said
Hard work good, and hard work fine but first take care of head
(guitar solo)
Whoa, rock me tonight,
Whoa-oh, jah sake,
Whoa-ohh
song performed by by Sublime
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I Walk The Road
I don’t walk on the joints of the sidewalk slabs,
the mere thought drives me to gloom.
I’d rather walk a tight-rope over Niagara Falls,
or free fall from a hot air balloon.
I have difficulty even talking about this,
but there’s something about a joint or crack.
I know very well it’s a psychological thing,
but it doesn’t help knowing that.
Councillors and psychiatrists have tried to help,
and hypnotherapists’ have given their best,
but those cracks and joints beneath my feet
put me to a daily agonising test.
I’m now also becoming agoraphobic,
and going outside scares the life out of me.
If only I never had a joint to cross,
I could manage life quite easily.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Bones Joints
Cloud my eyes and tell me what to see
I'm falling
Every way i turn the same disease
But i like it
Brace myself and hit the wall with ease
Colliding
I'm not minding the pain
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
Open up my head and take it in
Just like always
Think about the bar and take a swing
Loaded trapeze
What you need the most from me is yours
I'll continue to deceive you my friend
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
You lost what made you, you
Or maybe i never knew
I can't stay here anymore
Give it all or you're on your own
I will leave you
I will leave you
I will leave you
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
I've been down here before
All my bones and joints are sore
Dig my way out of the wreck again
I've been down here before
Lost myself and so much more
Find my way out of the game again
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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I Never Walk Alone
I remember our old neighborhood
Everyone there, they understood
You could wind up stranded in the lost and found
So you better stick together if you want to stick around
Now me and the boys got our own little plan
Somebody out there will understand
And well have the world in the palm of our had
I never walk alone, I never walk alone
It isnt what youve got its who you know
We take that with us wherever we go
We stick together and we have our fun
You know were taking our days one by one
And when theres trouble in my face
Im a tired runner in the human race
Its so good to see a familiar face
I never walk alone, I never walk alone
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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The Higher Staff
The very stick of young spirits,
Is a famous staff of higher light.
The many joints and many tools
Have many reasons of magic.
Let magic sway its empty strength
Through this staff of distress, the distant one,
Any one has possession of this instrument
Of destruction.
The spirits erupt from enemies and coil
Into the shadows so well,
That answers fly when the staff is given to its owner.
The owner lost it this time when he dropped it from
Its heavy hotness and heat energy.
The very stick I call upon to kill
Is again in my control,
Now that the mage became a distant enemy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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No time to chase the wind
My life had started, as i feel my life will end
with twists, and turns, curves, and a bend
I used to race the wind, and fight the storms
an endless game, between me, and shaded forms
i would try and try, but always fail
i was determined to win, i was just behind, i had it by the tail
i was to beat the wind i swore it so
at any costs i would win, i had a lifetime to go
But i was only a child, and i neglected to see
that as i grew older, the wind eluded me
there's no time for chasing the wind, to much work you see
the wind had won again, how could this be
i spent all my life, running, and running, so far away
never would i stop, there was no time to stay
theres no time for chasing the wind anymore
my joints are old and sore
my days are numbered, i bow down to thee
i give in to you, i have lost all strength, i'm stiff as a tree
my limbs have grown tired, my lungs out of air
i'v run for so long, i haven't a care
there's no time for racing the wind, thats it, no more
a silence befell the field, the wind and ceased, he dropped to the floor.
have you grown tired as well, is it time to rest
has this game gone on long enough, have i passed the test
i'm so tired now, so very tired now, all i want is to lay here...
lay here only a moment, he lay on the ground, silent and calm,
his chest rises and drops, it rises, then stops... his breath is long gone he draws his last breath, and his spirit carried on.
The wind swept away his soul and he traveled within the breeze.
at last he could see, what he had fought for so long
so peaceful, so light, serene as a romantic song
There is no time to chase the wind, you've carried on
theres no time to chase wind, for the wind is far gone
In memory of my great grandfather
William Powers
poem by Collin Hagan
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Old Botany Bay
"I'm old
Botany Bay;
stiff in the joints,
little to say.
I am he
who paved the way,
that you might walk
at your ease to-day;
I was the conscript
sent to hell
to make in the desert
the living well;
I bore the heat,
I blazed the track-
furrowed and bloody
upon my back.
I split the rock;
I felled the tree:
The nation was-
Because of me!
Old Botany Bay
Taking the sun
from day to day...
shame on the mouth
that would deny
the knotted hands
that set us high!
poem by Dame Mary Gilmore
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Autumn Wind
Autumn wind carry me away
To a loving place in which to stay
Where the sun shines above the bay
With kind words in which to say
Where love will flourish every day
Just hold me close
In my world you mean the most
Like the sun rising over the coast
Sitting by the fire pit
Marshmallows on a stick to roast
Champagne for us to toast
Autumn wind carry me away
To a place far away
Where the passion comes to stay
Where the winds of romance blows this way
With a love that lasts all day
Autumn wind carry me away
Autumn wind have your say
Autumn wind save my day
Autumn wind come to stay
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Wind Chill On A Summer Day
It should be a summer's day
It was hot and shiny yesterday
It might be that
Autumn comes to the site
And with Summer it had a big fight
Summer was defeated and took flight
While on the victory side
Autumn laughs with wholehearted delight
The Autumn wind is strong
The Autumn wind is chill
It is chill
But humans bear it with a song
For they don't like the summer heat
And the air conditioning bills they paid made their feelings strong
The wind acts like an old mad witch
Soon pounds of green leaves fall to the ground
On which
A dead body of a beautiful butterfly princess is found
poem by Cathy Shao
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Hail To Autumn
Hail to Autumn at its very best
Before all the trees decide to rest.
The heat and humidity of summer finally past,
The chilly and frosty days will return at last.
Autumn brings her gifts all tied
With burnished vegetation far and wide,
Displaying an awesome scene for everyone
Beneath the cover of the lustrous sun.
Acorns dropped to the leaf-covered ground
Where hardy, orange pumpkins now abound.
Flocks of wildfowl in a southward flight,
Migrating to a region to avoid winter's plight.
All season long Autumn will proudly display
A skein of beautiful colors day after day
Until again the cold, Northerly Winds will blow
To eagerly remind us of the forthcoming snow.
It is Autumn's disposition to please each heart
With a spectacular event from the season's start.
The dark days of winter are now approaching fast,
So, Hail to Autumn for its memorable cast.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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A Sting In The Tail
Well I don't care about the summer rain
I know it's good for the garden
Don't care what blue skies, they turn to grey
When you come around and try to run me down
The storm clouds darken...mmm...yeah
I don't get down when the leaves go brown
It's just a charm of the season
Well things in nature have their reason
But when you come along and try to do me wrong
Well the first time I'll ignore it
But don't you push me beyond the pale
But then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
And you may think you're going to walk right all over me
But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
The wind blows cold as the year grows old
Yeah that's just the natural way it goes
I feel a chill from my head down to my toes
Each time you call my name and tell me I'm to blame
Well the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push beyond the pale
Then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
And you may think you're going to walk right all over me
But there's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
I said the first time I'll ignore it but don't you push me beyond the pale
And then you're going to find there's no more water in the well
You may think you're going to walk right all over me
There's a sting in the tail of this honey bee
Yes there's a sting in the tail well the cold wind's going to blow
Let it rain, let it snow
And don't give me your grief, I can't take it any more...
song performed by by Supertramp
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Modern Love LXX
Modern Love LXX
First chill of autumn
summer has
fallen out of love
cold wind descends
where yesterday
geraniums smiled
autumn breeze
flowers tremble
like aching hearts
winter is launched
a piece of memory -
green tea cermony!
Chilled autumn rain
marigolds dance
upon the meadow
Two cats dart
upon the last grass
of departing summer
cool fall evening
filling black sky
vast empty eternity
frogs laughter
points the way
to lonely saltmarsh
again that ancient
taste of freshly
broken heart
first autumn chill
under burning leaves
the necks of swans
morning prayers
mists lift free
from ocean waves
sun filled glass
fresh peaches taste
gong of morning
red hibiscus opens
in response
to warm stare
two seagull lovers
dip and soar
namaste to summer
morning dove sails
pointing at sky
liquid blue coos
full suspended sun
reflected on water
creating some ocean
buddha moon
toothless grin smile
window hinges
chamomile blossoms
entire garden
bottom dregs of cup
zazen morning twilight
crack in split mind
in exactly the right place
summer's footprint
in deep winter snow
leads to spring
as-ton-ish-ed
to find no one
there, here!
sad snowman
calmly awaiting
springs agony
First autumn chill
summer has
fallen out of love
poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
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The Cordell
She stands alone,
In the autumn rain.
Watching her life walk away.
The soft thud of,
Slowly disappearing dreams,
On the street.
Dreams muffled,
By the autumn rain.
Slowly fading in the twilight.
He won't look back,
There is something in his eye.
The autumn rain.
A voice deep down says,
Turn around you fool.
As the autumn rain falls.
The mustang sits by the curb,
Rain dripping like tears,
From the windshield.
Even his car is crying,
The car with her smell,
The car she loved so.
He gets in and sits behind the wheel,
And the autumn rain comes again.
Inside the car, briney salty, rain.
Looking in the rearview mirror,
He sees her silhouette.
Through his tears and the autumn rain.
Slowly the fastback pulls away,
From the curb.
Leaving her standing by the Cordell,
In the autumn rain.
8/12/12 Alton Texas.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Presage
Standing over a presage I saw
an ocean carrying bodies cold
on jagged tide, occasionally colliding
and snapping joints like matchsticks
all in advanced riga state
stiff as smoked dry-iced...rising.
Could some I know be within my reach?
This I was thinking, as a telephone rang.
Oceans hold presage within their depths,
great epochs steering a world below land.
Breeding life, earth...housing the dead -
far deeper than those beneath carved stone.
I hear a voice cry that sounds too familiar,
then a chill of sudden still silence.
I awoke this morning to the sound of howling
and the gnashing of knuckles on broken glass,
a hideous scene to awaken to...and the news,
the news... made my stomach burn.
You drowned last night
in search of something.
We'll never know what,
we'll never know why.
I saw the ice, I shivered hard,
i leapt into the icy surf
through jagged blades
of cicled shard.
I saw your eyes
look back at mine;
I took your hand,
you smiled at me,
told me to leave
this abstract dream -
then said goodbye.
I awoke as you asked,
despite my fear...and presage
and here I stand afront your casket, closed -
asking myself so many strange questions;
questions that prompt no logical answers,
and all the while the scent of florals
penetrate my skin.
I walk outside, to light and take some drags
of deja-vu...as I exhale a curl of warm smoke.
And I don't understand,
dreams are very strange,
penetrating their visual impact
upon our Third-Eye,
echoing their message...their message.
I am not clairvoyant,
yet I swear on my soul
that I felt your hand,
wet....blue icy-cold;
heard your voice
summon me
you were okay.
Omen, presage....merely a dream?
Still You're Gone.
FjR
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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The Autumn Sing
Here’s the autumn sing…
A symphony from its falling leaf…
Catching the wind from a future winter…
Rolling through a shy light…
Oh autumn shall not die in winter…
As a promise summer will surely come….
Ah autumn is a second spring…
Not all could see, all leaf is flower….
Autumn warn a terrible winter phase….
No one listen, No one will hear it…
As it is only the sound of silence….
Who can hold an indefinite sound...?
No one embrace the autumn….
As it is only a sad phase…
It gives nothing but an autumn chill….
Spring always comes with a better glory…
Oh autumn with its broken feather…
Could other season patch it up again?
No other season will devote their being….
Autumn suffers alone….
Autumns leaf keep on falling…
Spring comes cheerfully…
Summer comes strongly….
Winter always comes coldly…..
But autumn changes its face every time….
No one knows the differences….
Just the secret of the nature…
Why can’t it’d be a spring?
Why can’t it’d be summer?
Why can’t it’d be winter?
Ah autumn dance again between all the falling leaf…
It enjoys its sadness…
It embraces its pain….
As only from autumn all painter learn…
How to capture a true hidden beauty…
All speaks the same in every season….
But autumn remain different…..
For autumn is an alone singer…
Only a genuinely soul painter could witness its beauty….
That’s all the autumn need….
A silence audience....
Who can make other being see….
A glance of its beauty...
poem by Eva Clara Harahap
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High.
I’ve no use
For your snow or your grass,
Your horse or your hash
Or your stone type trash;
I can get high
On the breeze and the sky,
The storm passing by
And the lightning flash.
I’ve no time
For your joint or your weed,
Your smack, or the creed
Of the junk you need;
I can get stoned
On a beech or a rowan,
A sail headed home
Or a sunflower seed..
Life’s too short
For your H and your coke,
A head full of dope
Or the joints you smoke;
I get my kicks
Where you don’t need a fix,
With old-fashioned chicks
And the gentlefolk.
17 May 1977
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Autumnal Thoughts for M'lady Ernestine.
The days grow short and shorter still
The evenings hold a hint of chill.
The sun goes early to his rest.
The time approaches I love best
When natures shows her artistry
abandoning propriety
To suit her autumn madcap mood.
She is determined that she should
Use every shade in her palette.
Create a sight you can’t forget
and she succeeds so easily.
By making certain every tree.
Will don their autumn finery
Their gaudy colours pleasing me
Wednesday,27 October 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Senioritis
My last month or so
of high school
was the most enjoyable time
that I can remember.
I’d call us all in
sick. Pile in our cars
and head out to Sandy’s,
beers in hand
joints in lips. We burned
those days away.
Perched on the parking lot wall
our feet dug tunnels in the sand.
The day before graduation
we beat the sun out of bed. Shivering,
we bodysurfed as the sun peaked the horizon
and drank our final high school green bottles together.
That afternoon we readied
for church with hugs, hidden kisses
and more joints. White and green, we strolled
into the next chapter of our lives.
UC Fall '08
poem by Jared Ellis
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January Rain
I don't love January rain-
at least, not like I used to.
Maybe it's being in a different house
on this dirty, noisy street.
I never used to feel this way-
January rain used to make me happy.
But the cold rain now lapping at my windows
reminds me my eyes have begun to betray me,
and my joints ache when the weather comes in,
and the silver gray clouds have begun to match my hair.
Jan.2006
poem by Toni Atchison
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