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Autumn's Love

Supine, breathing
To the rhythm of the song
Coming out my heart...
Not yet asleep, nor soon will be,
I am dreaming anyway
Of the love awaiting for me,
Maybe tomorrow...

I am sure
That so much depends on tomorrow
When my sorrow will be
Softly shaken like the leaves
That beautifully decorate October,
When freely they fall...

Those bright and colorful days
Dressing every space of the Autumn:
In rust, amber, rose and plum,
Subtler hues of peach and blue,
Skipping lightly the sidewalks,
Lawns and fading streets
And everywhere in between...

This great reservoir of colors
Surrounding all with brightness
That clearly becomes a wonder,
Reminding one,
Of the joyful flight
With each hand that flew,
Letting go, as I know, too,
The time to go to you,
Falling into your loving arms
While kissing you, passionately!

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Fade to Grey

Shane and Shay raking leaves in the autumn breeze
oh to be free under the trees in that autumn breeze
Tumbling and falling, scarlet red and amber warm
Shane and Shay in sync with fall
my loves, my life
The warm colors of autumn dusk, all too fast to fade
Winter beckons at the door; harkening no more falls
Scarlet tears mixed with gentle blue
sorrow and joy of maternal dues
Separate now, no longer one
No more days of raking leaves in an autumn breeze
Amber warm love gone gray
Why do my young ones stray

poem by Ophelia Deborah Payne Jarrett
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Where Is Tomorrow

Written by orbison/dees.
Where is tomorrow? an island of dreams.
Where is tomorrow? flying on golden wings,tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? the end of time.
Where is tomorrow.youre no longer mine.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.Ill get over you.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.when tomorrow comes,
Then Ill stop loving you,tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? tomorrow is gone.
Gone losting stardust,hiding from the dawn.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.tomorrow.
I long for tomorrow.Ill be strong tomorrow.
I want cry for you tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow?
Where is tomorrow?
Tomorrow.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Heart Spring

One tear today, one love tomorrow
My heart springs from everyday sorrow.
A light blue, a scarlet red
into my soul those colors spread.
The hand of love me clench then said
‘Your sorrow is my love, my love your sorrow
to this I pledge and to this do wed'
Then my love cried with rain in my head
And declared to me that sorrow from joy must always borrow,
so one tear today can be one love tomorrow.
My heart sprang like the flowers in spring,
as her voice sang, that beautiful thing.
To sorrow, to love, to joy I sing…..

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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October Rust

I tremble in agony as I walk on Autumn’s leaves.
I touch the sound of it crumbling on the ground.
October, being its very own, passes by me without being known.
As I stand near the edge, I’m thinking of rolling down these hills.
I listen to the leaves break off branches and watch the dawn rain of seeds.
Orange, brown, red, and gold filling in the silence.
Trees rusting leaves off of its broken down walls.
The wind whispers to me of October’s Rust.
So it must be November, because this poem does not cover all the elements of October.
I’m running out of time as I put this pen on this paper.
And the very graveyard I’m walking on sings me a melody of a great song.
A song so great, it teaches me words of wisdom, for heaven’s sake.
67 crows fly right by me, as I pay attention to them by listening with my eyes and seeing with my ears.
I miss October’s Rust.
But November brings me a time of love without rusting itself onto oranges, browns, reds, and golds.

poem by Pam Eszpnal
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Autumn Leaves Changing Colors

As summer ends and autumn comes
Days get shorter, misty and cold
And in this spectacular season
Nature's beauty graciously unfold

Trees get ready to slow down
And in autumn take some rest
And show amazing colors of love
That are all at their best

Green fades away quickly
And yellow and orange appear
To show off their vibrant hues
And warmup their surrounding dear

Sunlight and cool nights of autumn
Help leaves to turn orangish red
And combine all things smoothly
To add magic in season's lovely bed

And all this shedding and replacement
Of leaves continue throughout the year
And trees only shed leaves in autumn
To prepare for another winter dear

This is God's spectacular display
Of beautiful colors of the fall
During which many changes occur
Including yellow, orange and red of all.

***Inspired by the changing colors of autumn in Canada.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Autumn Fair

You long to see bright Autumn days,
With colorful leaves on yonder trees
In tones of yellow, orange and red
Before Nature's annual freeze.

The colors will burst in every direction,
The tree boughs no longer are green,
Nuts dropping to the leaf strewn ground
Where large, orange pumpkins now are seen.

You long want to see the hues of an Autumn Fair
And the bright sun rising above the distant hill.
You long feel the coolness on your cheeks,
to hear the wind's steady shrill.

Autumn waves her magic wand,
The aroma of leaves you will consume,
The enchanting days of summer are gone,
The land is overwhelmed by Nature's perfume.

There are memories of other Autumn days
That your heart will recall as you ponder,
The gigantic trees and the dropping leaves
As they gave you a special moment of wonder.

But now - you sit before a window
Watching the soft and steady precipitation,
Far from the picturesque Autumn days -
Snow accumulating without any hesitation.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Absoluteless

tomorrow you might wake up in prison or
tomorrow you might have the most amazing orgasm of your life
or tomorrow you might be hit by a semi crossing the street or
tomorrow you might find out your significant other is cheating on you
or tomorrow you might win the lottery or
tomorrow you might get robbed & beat within an inch of your life while you are asleep
or tomorrow you might get hired to work your dream job or
tomorrow you might meet the match to blurt out all other romantic inquiries
or tomorrow you might find out you have a debilitating disease or
tomorrow you might get in a car that runs out of gas & have to walk all the way home
or tomorrow you might travel to your most sought out destination or
tomorrow you might finish your novel
or tomorrow you might win a marathon or
tomorrow you might have a heart attack
or tomorrow you might graduate with a doctorate degree or
tomorrow you might move to your favorite city
or tomorrow you might fall in love again or
tomorrow you might get a drug habit
or tomorrow you might get audited by the IRS or
tomorrow you might get sick of reading this piece
or tomorrow you might stop reading & curse the time spent
having done so.

poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Autumn

(10/13/11)

The autumn leaves falling on the ground
The autumn leaves of yellow, orange and brown
The trees like a rainbow of colors
Such as this there is no other.
My friends would climb up the smallest trees
And shake the leaves down to me.

then the leaves are raked up and placed in a large pile
Children diving in and laughing all the while.
The crispy crunch that you hear
Sends the chills through your ears.

The autumn leaves reminding us
That Halloween was very near
Where we could dress up and create some fear.

But for now we would have our fun
Chasing each other with our water guns
Diving into leaves of gold and brown
Hoping that we wouldn’t be found.

The park keeper was as happy as can be
From raking the leaves he was free.
He would pick them up and putting
Them into the metal cans- and the smell
Of burning leaves would fill the air
Letting people know that autumn was here.

(memories are made of this- like the song)

poem by Louis Rams
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I Will Not Be There

One day you will go back
To one of those familiar places
We used to go frequently
And sit down again on the same bench
That still clearly preserves our names
Encrypted inside a heart
Now, motionless and brokenhearted
Perhaps deeply thinking about me
But I will be not be there
Like before, kissing you passionately
For I have been gone forever
Gone with the wind

As proof, my dear
I left my footprints behind
Deeply hidden in your heart and mind
And the red rose one day you gave me
I threw it in the wild river
Long time ago and by now
It should be already gone for always

You turned my heart into a stone
And gave me no other choice
But to run away from you
And move forward facing the Sun
Where I will find a new horizon
That will lead me to the right one
The one who will love me with great passion
The one now in my dream
But one day will become my reality

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

All the days we think of as today
are really just tomorrow.
For I've found that things don't change,
there always will be sorrow.

Sorrow that will come to some
that came yesterday
is just transferred to others
as it comes their way.

When we think of joyful,
the joyful is today.
So enjoy the joyful
for tomorrow it goes away.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Why Aren't We Sharing Fall

As the leaves on trees
Began to remind
Summertime is departing,
I thought of you
And hoped you too
Were wishing like me,
We were still holding each other...
As the sunset began to dip
To silhouette our kissing lips.

As the breeze blew
And falling leaves flew...
Autumn was approaching
To apply new hues.
Of red, orange, yellow and brown.
A colorful rusticness had found
Us living in New England reminiscing!
But we weren't 'this' distant then.

Those gone and passed on are remembered.
The holidays begin with Halloween.
How appropriate!
Masks are adorned,
To cover true identities.
Undercover...
And misunderstood with these feelings.
I could but I don't hide my memories too well.

I could...
But I don't pretend there is an emptiness,
In my heart.
I could...
But I don't let go of a love I know is real,
And felt when sharing it!

I don't...
But I should call.
To see if you are missing me at all.
And if you are,
Why aren't we sharing Fall together?

I don't...
But I should call.
To apologize for saying,
'I could care less if you leave! '

I can say,
I am 'sorry' to those who are gone and passed on!
And I know I have with them been forgiven.

I love and want you here with me to know it!

I will call.
I can not leave Fall without you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn...Will Never Be The Same

FOR: J.L. With Love

It was a cool, July, and it was dusk.
The gentle winds that blew,
brushed the Autumn of your hair.

And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch
your face, as I stood still.

I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn,
are the bees yet in their hive? Snuggled
closely, in their Autumn winter bed.?

An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above.
It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air.
It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness,
now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves,
and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored
sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of
this, and some to go, it must be Autumn...Autumn...
Autumn, for this I know.

What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn?
Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes
the same. It can not be July for
Autumn is abound.

Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky
above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds
of Autumn. How could this be July,
or has the sparrows lost their way?

Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air.
And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that
old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds,
carry silence for the day.

Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain.
No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day,
now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky.

Autumn, shall never be the same, since
that Autumn day in mid July.

poem by Joe Fazio
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Fading Chlorophyll In Maple Leaves of Autumn

Stands still the foliage
In full colors of October
Upon the slopes of Mount Royal
And white seagulls hover
Above the waves
In the port.

The purple foam of urban magic
Penetrates everything and overgrows
This city compressed between hill and river
While the quiet sorrow flows
On the streets
Of downtown.

Stands still the foliage
In full colors of October
Revealing my own life cycle
My receding years, hidden order
Fading chlorophyll
In maple leaves
Of autumn.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Only On This Day...

For: J.L.