You know I have no idea
What is a cliche or metaphors?
Sorry no idea
I write from the heart
The love of words
I don't need the *******
Write what you think and feel
That's true poetry

Thunder rumbles in the distance
Unforgiving bellowed commands
Ravens tapping at the windows
Notice the final hour glass sands
Imposter that I am on this earth
No more the sweet magic of life
Gone all sense of tranquillity
Lift me pale rider/ morbid midwife
Erase me from this paradigm
Anasthetic lurks in the chalice of freedom
Vaniloquence surely ends forthwith
Enter the consequence of my final season
Such a tender caress the hand of death.
Forgive me for I have sinned
Anthrophobia suddenly reversed  
Love's contract begins to rescind
L**amenting serves no purpose here

Leaves, magic, freedom, tranquility

If world is a tree
And we are "leaves"
Surviving from the
Nutrients provided
By roots

"Magic"
How we get food
From
Water, sunlight and air

We are bounded to
The tree as long as we
Can. We get "freedom" when
We are separated from tree(death)

And growing old and old we
Finally we will rest in "tranquility"

And our place is replaced by
Someone with greenery.

the grains of sand between my toes;
are all brothers, and sisters

Autumn leaves a-fluttering free,
To shroud the land around us; a
Day enshrined in history,
To hold us strong and bind us; a

Nation grieves tranquility
That used to help define us; a
World looks on so helplessly,
But hope and faith remind us, a

Roiling mass of turgid sea
May try so hard to break us; a
Foreign hand may raise in glee,
But it will never shake us; a

Place of magic sanctity
Against the foes that tried us; a
Land for heroes, brave and free,
Is where you'll always find us.

Amen.