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AprilDawn Nov 2014
swirly twirls
roll rough shod
over
dead yards
half naked trees
shake what mamma nature
gave them
orphaned leaves
cling desperately
to
  lifeline branches
frustrated
by   frenzied spasms
stripped down  to  the last
vibrant vestiges
of  Autumn's
woefully weakened
grasp
as winter's stealthy
approach
is  announced
Today's poetic  exercise   as  I watched out the window...those last  leaves  dancing   through my neighborhood  and  twirling up my nose  giving me my usual Fall allergy blast !
AprilDawn Oct 2014
All Hallows Eve  
is history
the saloon girl and her cowboy
a crumpled heap  
on bedroom chairs
pictures all shared
ghouls , ghosts
zombies ,zoo life
tiny  princesses  
alien  invasion  
through  the fake  fog
and chainsaw screeches
candy from strangers
never tasted
so sweet
From passing out candy on   Halloween 2012
.Also ,fyi , my birthday is  Halloween !
AprilDawn Oct 2014
Gnomes out back who fuss and moan,
The weeds are too high they continue to groan,
I feel for them I really do,
But they know I am busy with so much too.
Ungrateful resin folk who cop an attitude about a few colorful sprigs,
Despite the fact they live in such lavish digs.
So some spiky ends of greenery may tickle their noses,
While they continue to hold their impish poses.
In fact I am planning a surprise for their flower bed,
Rainbow rock pebbles and new mulch will soon be spread,
Plus multiple squirts of ****-be-gone,
Next week you'll see a whole new lawn.
As I shell out more loot to keep this bit of paradise lovely-
I keep my eyes wide open for signs of impending mutiny.
My last day  in  college creative writing  class spring 2005, this was my exam  .I had  an hour to write this piece   and it had to rhyme .Flying by the seat of my pants , I wrote  about  my then backyard. This sealed my final grade  at the college for that course.An "A"!
AprilDawn Oct 2014
you are the color
of my gypsy soul
tiny letters
on the bottom of a tube
I can no longer see
without bifocal assistance
sweetly simple
smooth wax motion
over my pucker
that shapely stick
helps redraw
my daily destiny
like bees to honey
my man  
kisses and tells
you look like
a million bucks
baby
I won a contest  to name  a  lipstick color yesterday run  by Red Apple  brand   ! It's a deep  browny-red  , I called  Gypsy Soul.  Inspiration  came a little  bit from my life   as a military brat always moving around , and  for one of my favorite  songs by  Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac "Gypsy"  .I am a girly girl  and I love  lipstick  & gloss.My  color name will remain   on that color as long as they make that  wonderful  brand !
AprilDawn Oct 2014
those colors
do look fabulous
on you
  that  old shack
never looked so good
arm-like branches
outstretched
with suggestive  swagger
all check me out  
my  brazen Fall foliage  
is what makes
  this dirt ditch
ramshackle  place
somebody's  shabby chic
rustic Americana  
Home
I am green eyed
with envy
as we pass
your piece of the world
that  fountain of youth
within
your  molecules
keeps
you super  cool
  a local  icon  
as long as
no one
chops you down
Local trees  got  autumnal game right  now.Coming into their own , and not to shy to  show it all off..
AprilDawn Oct 2014
teased
taunted
terrorized
tormented
into
mouth melting sin
hell's fire
  hastens my tongue
as it becomes
a slippery slide to
depravity
fistfuls meant
for shared  reverie  
become  resident hostages
in my domain
as sole proprietor
of this *****
chemical high
I laugh
at pale  attempts  
to fool me  
with sweet haloed
  innocence
no paltry  impostor
stands a chance
only the real deal  
sways
my  greedy  favor.
Believe it or not,  this poetry is about a Sam's Club huge  sack  of  devilishly delightful Ghiradelli   chocolate chips  intended for  cookies  , cupcakes and  other baked goods.They keep winding up in my mouth as a snack though.And I have white chocolate in the house, but they are pale impostors  if you want the real  chocolate  high  !
AprilDawn Oct 2014
almost
full moon face
smilingly
rests on a comfy shelf cloud
waning daylight hours
blanket  
the rich dip dyed purple dusk  
spreading it’s favor
seamlessly  into
a star strewn
night sky
New  poem  written after a gorgeous sunset  encounter  the other night .
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