Unknowing
Dry October hills -
life fulfilled.
and dying.
See how the ridge
cuts the sunset,
draws a thin edge
of blood.
In the valley of man
red lights throb.
Leaves fall,
unknowing.
poem by Steven Federle
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Hope at Sunset
Across the fading valley
The silver bay shines,
effulgent edge
under twilight hills.
Confined
flat waters
cut a thin line
beneath dark heights rising.
Saw-toothed ridges
rip thin clouds
to ragged strips
the plunging sun ignites
into resplendent light
of love
for this sad, winter world.
poem by Steven Federle
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My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy
From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in new orleans
So far from my blue ridge mountain home
The men I meet aint warm and friendly
Like the one in old virginie
Oh they aint real like my blue ridge mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to new orleans
Id never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy who loved me dearly
But I broke his heart severely
When I left my blue ridge mountain boy
Life was dull in my hometown
Lights were out when the sun went down
And I thought that city life was more my style
But nights get lonely away from home
And its easy to go wrong
The men aint kind like my blue ridge mountain boy
New orleans held things in store
Things Id never bargained for
And every night a different man knocks on my door
But late at night when all is still
I can hear a whippoorwill
As I cry for my blue ridge mountain boy
Oh but I can never go back home
Since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he married last october
But I never will get over
Oh the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boy
Blue ridge mountain boy
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Grove
Blueberries and vines over the fence
like wayward lines passing over the rigids and boundaries
and bleeding;
it's skin holds the blood of the divine.
And beyond it,
the beige and tan fields swooping up and down,
down in the valley floor,
the dry brittle grain,
exposed to the sun.
'One begins to wonder in times of greater discomfort.'
The valley opens and closes for miles,
only imagining it's touch;
the distant ridge line
holds breathlessly still.
It's autumn leaves beginning,
to fall against the curtain
past the crimson red vines,
meandering through beside
The setting sun.
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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4 Lights
On a the distance horizon there are 4 lights
Maybe farmsteads that dot the country side
With special lights to bathe the horse barns
Maybe only lights which help serve as a guide
What ever the reason and source for the lights
They add to the red sunset in the western sky
A sunset which almost seems filled with blood
A fact that is rather obvious to any passerby
poem by John McCornack
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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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The Spilling Of The Wine
The soldiers lie upon the snow,
That no longer gyrates under the spinning lights
Night juggles in her fat black hands.
They will not babble any more secrets to loose-mouthed
nights
Expanding in golden auras,
While sleigh-bells jingle like new coins the darkness
shuffles . . .
They will not drink any more wine—
Wine of the Romanoffs,
Jewelled wine
The secret years worked slowly at
Till it was wrought to fire,
As stones are faceted
Until they give out light.
The soldiers lie very still.
Their shadows have shrunk up close
As toads shrink under a stone;
And night and silence,
The ancient cronies,
Foregather above them.
But still over the snow, that is white as a ram's fleece,
Arms swing like scythes . . .
And shadows in austere lines
Sway in a monstrous and mysterious ritual—
Shadows of the Kronstad sailors
Pouring blood and wine. . .
Wine
Spurting out of flagons in a spray of amethyst and gold,
Creeping in purple sluices;
Wine
And blood in thin bright streams
Besprinkling the immaculate snow;
Blood, high-powered with the heat of old vineyards,
Boring . . . into the cool snow . . .
Blood and wine
Mingling in bright pools
That suck at the lights of Petrograd
As dying eyes
Suck in their last sunset.
The night has a rare savor.
Out of the snow-piles—altar-high and colored as by a
rosy sacrifice— Scented vapor
Ascends in a pale incense . . .
Faint astringent perfume
Of blood and wine.
poem by Lola Ridge
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At The Edge Of The Edge Of The Edge
AT THE EDGE OF THE EDGE OF THE EDGE
At the edge of the edge of the edge
There is another invisible edge
And this too has an edge and another edge
Edges unending
Beyond our comprehension
Waiting for us to fall down and down-
On the edge of the edge of the edge
I write on
Has the great descent already begun
And am I in the midst of it
As I pretend to go on?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pejar Creek
Deep in the meadow grass
Easy stand the cattle,
Lightly lock the young bulls
In a mimic battle,
Pride gathers with each shock,
Every break and rally -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Softly as a thrush sings
In the morning hushes,
Softly sing the waters
Round the reedy rushes,
Softly at the sand-bar,
Softly at the sally -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where awakes the morning
To dapple all the hills,
Where dewdrop, shaken,
Pendant slides and spills,
Where the golden bugles
Sunset calls reveille -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where the springtime blossoms
Like a mellow laughter,
Over all the grasses,
Over ridge and rafter,
Over all the tree-tops,
Down each ferny valley -
That’s where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
Where the Pejar rises
Springs the Wollondilly,
Twinned upon the mountains
Babbling brook and ghyllie;
Where the bridge-heads rumble
Side by side they dally -
Out where the Pejar runs,
Runs like a slip of silver through the valley.
poem by Dame Mary Gilmore
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The Edge
I was blowing in the wind
And I can see the sun setting on the hill
Its almost gone and then hills are greener than Ive ever seen
And this feels too real to me
Just to know the change
Now dont let me leave this moment
Hold me in this place
Where everything is clearer than of all before
And everything makes sense
When you say
Stand on the edge
And dont be afraid to fall
Take a breath and tell me what you see
And you say
Stand on the edge
And dont be afraid to fall
Take a breathe and tell me what you see
As we sat down by the water
In my mind I felt a gentle breeze blew soft against my face
And we talked for hours
It didnt seem to matter what about
As long as I was there with you
Yeah and show me why
It is to believe in something greater than I cant understand
And show me why it is to believe
When you say
Stand on the edge
And dont be afraid to fall
Take a breath and tell me what you see
And you say
Stand on the edge of tomorrow
Dont close your eyes
Take a look around you
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
And you say stand on the edge
And dont be afraid to fall
Take a breath and tell me what you see
And you say
Stand on the edge and dont be afraid to fall
Take a breath and tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
When you say
Stand on the edge and dont be afraid to fall
Take a breath and tell me what you see
And you say stand on the edge of tomorrow
Dont close your eyes
Take a look around you, tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
song performed by by Lifehouse
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When It Cuts
cannot justify your envy
But I will be understanding when you stay
Then I will satisfy you in every (way)
But I'm not feeling coherent when you say
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
Again
Though I'm right, I don't think I'll win this fight
But I'm trying though it's ripping me inside
Just in case that I'm taking up your space
I'll be feeling too, whatever's left inside
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
I can't go on
I'm not that strong
I'm so alone
You just gotta set me free
I'm still living day, no way
I don't care what you say
Your eyes dispise my lies
Just say goodbye
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
Again, again
Waste your breath
song performed by by Ill NiO
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When It Cuts
cannot justify your envy
But I will be understanding when you stay
Then I will satisfy you in every (way)
But I'm not feeling coherent when you say
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
Again
Though I'm right, I don't think I'll win this fight
But I'm trying though it's ripping me inside
Just in case that I'm taking up your space
I'll be feeling too, whatever's left inside
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
I can't go on
I'm not that strong
I'm so alone
You just gotta set me free
I'm still living day, no way
I don't care what you say
Your eyes dispise my lies
Just say goodbye
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
Again, again
Waste your breath
song performed by by Ill NiO
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Edge Of A Broken Heart
And there I stood, just like a soldier
I was tough, until I saw her
I said hello, but she just turned away
Hey romeo, whatcha doin with my girl,
Who are you using now, well I turn and walk away (turn and walk away)
Im gonna please her, now you can believe it
Ill be there to catch her when she falls
Oooo, here I am (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im a man (on the edge of a broken heart)
Here we stand (on the edge of a broken heart)
So run if you can cause you know
Im a man on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im on the outside, looking inside
Youre with him, whos on the wrong side now
Do you still think of me
Ive tried to call, but no one answers
Two silhouettes, a private dancer
Lights go dim, as the music starts to fade, away (turn and walk away)
Im the one who needs you, now you can believe it
Ill be there to catch you when you fall
Ooo you better believe Im the man (on the edge of a broken heart)
Here I am (on the edge of a broken heart)
And we stand (on the edge of a broken heart)
So run if you can cause you know
Im a man on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Solo
Ooohh
And when I hold out my hands Ill be reaching for you
I give it all that Ive got, thats all I can do
When youre waiting for love
Ill be waiting for you (on the edge of a broken heart)
Only for you (on the edge of a broken heart)
Oh baby for you (on the edge of a broken heart)
So run if you can, you know
Im a man on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im on the edge (on the edge of a broken heart)
Im on the edge (of a broken, broken, broken broken, broken, broken, broken)
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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To The Edge
To the edge.
That's the only place to take it.
To the limits as it is pushed.
Having that adrenaline,
Under that skin tight and tensed.
With each muscle prepared...
To sit balanced and dared!
As if you've been fenced...
To be forced to make decisions,
Now it is time to convince!
To the edge
You wish your life fulfilled.
To the edge
Squeezed and juiced,
With a boost that goosebumps
To thrill at will.
To the edge
Not many are willing to live!
They rather discuss who is negative.
And who is undetected but still positive!
To the edge
Where the air is fresh and sweet.
To the edge
There is no chemical to use,
To make one feel more complete.
Take your life and make a clean sweep!
Now...
Take that mess you've got to the edge!
Let it dropp and as you watch it...
Make your own pledge,
You will stop the nonsense fed!
And employ your joy...
The moment you get up and out of bed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaves (thread)
under the dogwood
leaves cover
a cat’s grave
early spring
one leaf still dangles
from the tree
palmistry
dew drops on a leaf
pick a vein
widow’s diary
pressed rose petal
the last leaf
with the rain drops
leaves flutter to the ground
fall showers
fallen leaves
circusing in the grass
merry-go-wind
October shower
leaves in the gutter
disembark
leaves changing colors
across the landscape
season's chameleons
morning rain
under maple leaves
tap my shoulder
leaves ripple
with melodies
cicadas song
These were published online by Sketchbook. See September/October “leaves” Haiku thread:
poem by Ben Gieske
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Solano Sunset
Tangerine sky
etched edge, black
cut ridge,
Dusky plain
broad valley
waiting
For inky night
to fill
the great bowl
of earth.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Cowboy Song
Tears fall
Discard your innocent dreams
Loves fall
They kinda leave you empty
Leaves fall
The seasons pass you by
And you think
That maybe you can fly
Ceilings fall
With each romance you encounter
Clouds fall
With each moment of despair
Buildings fall
The pavement is their bed
But whats the last thing
That goes through your head
You take the elevator to the top
The next thing you know
There you are standing on the edge
And all the flashing lights and futile cries
Theyre hopeful, you know ? ? ?
Just close your eyes and take that final step
Rains fall
They dampen your will to live
Gods fall
With each pleasure that you give
You fall
And take the whole world with you
But will you even bother to look down
You take the elevator to the top
The next thing you know
There you are standing on the edge
The circumstance it turns you inside out
So we can have peace ? ? ?
Before you find out whats inside your head
Whats inside your head!
You take the elevator to the top
The next thing you know
There you are standing on the edge
The circumstance it turns you inside out
So we can have peace ? ? ? (maybe ... so weak and happy ... suggestions? )
Before you find out whats inside your head
And all the flashing lights and futile cries
Theyre hopeful, you know ? ? ? (like theyre hopeful that hell jump)
Just close your eyes and take that final step.
song performed by by Faith No More
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Summer is dying
Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet
of the falling leaves of the wood,
and the sunset clouds are dying
in their own blood.
In the emptying public gardens
the last strollers break their walk
to lift their eyes and follow
the flight of the last stork.
The heart is orphaned. Soon
the cold rains will be drumming.
'Have you patched your coat for winter!
Stocked potatoes against its coming?'
poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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Standing On The Edge
There's a message on my bed
A new engraving in my overloading head
Feel the walls are caving in
As the wire cuts into my butter skin
Overload, love's the antidote we need
Love's the antidote we really need
When you're all by yourself
Standing on the edge of the world
Take a look at yourself
Don't fall back in
I thought I'd shot my conscience dead
But he's come back again to break my china head
Blown a hole right through my dream
Brought me back to earth in a rocket made for one
Overload, love's the antidote we need
It's the antidote we really need
When you're all by yourself
Standing on the edge of the world
Take a look at yourself
Don't fall back in
'Cause when you're all by yourself
Standing on the edge of the world
Take a look at yourself
Don't fall back in
Don't fall back in
song performed by by Feeder
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Like A Falling Star
The sunset began before my eyes,
Angels sinking their heads in soulful cries.
The soldier's thumping footfalls fade away
The oldman now drags his atrophied feet about all day.
The mud of life soon taints
The white garment of birth so quaint.
And as the smoke rises in the air
Displacing the tranquil wind everywhere
The human life spans like a sunset
The beginning phase being the brightest.
I know the music of this valley has taught me how
Like a falling star, life creeps its way down
Before the face of the world engrossed with sunset
As the traders start displaying their wares
To the sight of their common costumer- the thirsting tyrant
Whose thin long cane yearns for victims
And the displayed wares- throbbing human hearts
Their value; their dignity wanes before life's long cane,
Like that falling star.
poem by Warrith Olawale
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[revised 11-19-09] Getting Through October and Beyond
What was it about October
That made us think
Spring would not be coming back?
The weather rattled at us,
Leaves fell,
Leaving us feeling
It's not going to get any better.
No amount of experience or
Logic will helped,
Spring last year didn't help,
When the shorter days of
Fall and Winter closed in.
Beyond October?
What was it about October
That assured us
Spring will be coming back?
The weather hinted of changes,
Leaves brave enough
To let go one by one,
Or be pushed in bunches by the wind
Took momentary flight, and
Abandoned their accustomed tree.
They made room for new buds
Provided cover for the soil and
Food for those below.
Lots of work to get ready
For Spring next year and to
Just get through Fall and Winter.
Then came November.
November brought
What October teased.
October warned us,
Rushed at us,
Then seemed to pull back
Like a gentle rolling surf.
On a rough November day
A wave rushed over our heads
Knocked us down and threatened
To pull us far out to sea.
As we floated
We saw the shore disappear.
No one will come to help.
They won't even know we're gone.
'I've got to get to December! '
We scream.
'New Year's Day! Easter!
May Day! MAY DAY! '
And we will
Even if we have no idea
Why or how
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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