What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

We are crafters, I know,
We do things, row by row,
We''ll do housework at the end of this row,
We said that several hours ago!

Is there a genuine Person X?
A true hero of the chicks, no less!
With buns of steel,
No urban heel,
A superhero dude,
With total attitude,
All for good, I suggest,
Like superman to bless,
God's gift to women he'd be,
Person X for the centuries,
Sounds like such a fantasy!
No one is perfect, I guess,
So much for meeting Person X!!

We're not supposed to search for love,
Advice from Buddha, master from above,
One of the great healers,
Love is supposed to find us, to please us,
I ponder and reflect,
Yes, some sort of love finds us, I guess,
Like love from fur friend pets,
Love once from boyfriends,
Love from my old buddies and friends,
Then there's love you find from above,
You'd wear their hands like gloves,
Or love, in a day of sunlight,
Yes, a beautiful day to be alive!
This is advice from Buddha, above,
We are not supposed to search for love......

Rise, smile, it's morning,
We wake up to new day dawning,
Please stop your yawning!

It's A. M. Haiku,
Fresh day for me and you too,
Now, where are my shoes?

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

I gaze in wonder with a microscope,
A mosquito's wing I give a poke,
Such a perfect miniature,
Who designed this part of nature?
So intricate and tiny,
I gaze at a dawn so shiny,
Do you sense a grander plan,
Than any creature's short life span?

Who is a good person to know?
Each has a path to follow,
I do good things for others, you see,
Remaining kind  and so friendly,
Hearts do need folk to look after,
Souls need peace and laughter!
My path is that of a bard, as well,
Who is good and really swell?
I am being modest, what the hell!

Say you make a movie of life,
In mine, I've survived lots of strife,
A cast of fake friends,
Useless so-called men,
Maybe I attract cavemen,
Emotional manipulation,
These days I manage great,
A film of life, mine wouldn't rate!

Let's visit our sacred space,
Pray for blessings of grace,
Pray for an encounter with the Lord,
If it all came true, we'd all be awed,
Personal encounters with grace,
Hidden, but not far, in our sacred space.

I see a city one day,
Beneath the world, one way,
When the air disappears,
Climate change is here,
Future city below,
Earth's undertow,
With vertical farms,
Surface is harmed,
Damage control,
A world now old,
Future can shock,
Giant building blocks,
All underground,
No air left around,
No habitats, you see,
In future centuries....
Who will survive?
Anyone left alive?
Below world, the way,
I see one city, one day......

Here I sits, Nanna Julie,
Ready for birthday's hooley dooley!
In comes the little one,
Ten years old, party number one!
Give us a hug, she's a pearl,
"Take me to my grandma, girls!"

Let's do an interview,
Here's some questions for you,
Let's interview the angels here,
Let's see what they say here,
"Where do you live, angels, eh?"
"We're never far away!"
"What are your feelings this way?
Now you're all our shades."
"We still love you just the same!"
"Thanks, angels , whatever your names."
"Yes, we bless and guide you on your way."
"Thanks, angels in our hearts, today..."
So, that was the interview,
Questions for angels from you and me.....

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

Ah, this is everyday bliss,
Fave author's new book, a kiss!
There are some people like me,
Who read the end first, tee hee!
Then unfold the plot's mystery,
In my book nook for literacy,
Daily reading time is bliss,
Open a new book, do I kiss?

On the street
Man and woman
Passing by,
Fleeting glance
Old romance,
Brief recognition
Reflected in silent eyes,
Mirrors of regret......

Are you a fan of fur friend liberation,
Across our great lucky nation?
If only we had intercommunication,
Between every species on Earth,
We'd understand each other's worth,
Do you believe in what we're taught,
That animals have no abstract thought?
Indeed, how do we know this?
Is it all a load of blip?
Do dogs pass into Puppy Heaven? I ask,
Believing it's for 'good boys', their task,
Their certain and sure hope of resurrection,
Somewhere with snacks and toys in Heaven,
Loving their owners just the same,
Abstract thoughts, is that the game?
True interspecies communication,
Dreaming on, in this lucky nation!

How do you thank a friend,
Whose kindness never ends?
Thanks for our happy memories,
Sharing simple fun for you and me,
Such thoughts are ever sweet,
Can't wait until next we meet!

My name is Julie Chatterbox,
I do waste thoughts a lot,
I can perform my monologue,
My brain does a yap a lot,
All I have to say,
Is raise your coffee this way,
To stinking thinking, okay?
If you want an opinion, ask me,
I can indulge in repartee!

We are all spark people, I believe,
Always evolving, ideas we conceive,
I believe no one is alone,
We bring our sacred space home,
We must have faith in destiny,
The future of humanity,
We pass our baton on the young,
Their steps on Earth have just have begun.......

You had me with your faithful love,
You had me with your peaceful dove,
You had me with your roses,
You and I, ageing like Moses,
You had me with such holy bling,
You had me with your promising,
You had me with all your charms,
You can swoon right here in my arms,
You had me with our shared dreams,
You have me always, so it seems,
You are ever love, really true,
I celebrate gold loving, it's you!

Leaves are floating by
Windows, nights are drawing in,
Cooling Southern times....

TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT...

Tonight's the night, my non brother,
What have we done to each other?
Dusk approaches, time of dreading,
Home he is, to me he's heading,
Would this be true love?
He brings me no doves,
Tonight's the night, my non brother,
What have we done to each other?

Speak our language of love,
Lip sync--forever young,
Free fun, keep love alive,
Pour blessings on your delights,
Never give up your dreams,
Inner peace, now and always,
All good, enough said,
Smiles and happy cheers!

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

What is love? A quest,
You totally are the best,
Wake me up in bliss,
Takes more than our kiss,
It is beyond sublime,
Stood the test of time,
Better man no love could bring,
You make this heart's bells ring,.
Guess I am still in love,
Love is sign from above.

A notion came to me,
While I sipped a restorative cuppatea,
That's all one word, prithee,
It does appear to me,
That atheists in Heaven hear us, you see,
This is a lovely cuppatea,
Yes, cuppatea's one word to me.......

What can't we see in the dark?
Is a stranger lurking, for a lark?
Is someone under my bed?
What is that noise? Pure dread,
Oh, it's only a wind rising,
in the dark, it's all a bit surprising,
What can't we see in the dark night?
I think I'll switch on the bedside light!

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

How can I express my thanks from afar?
Lately, drove past me, smiling and waving,
In such past times, he was my guiding star,
Treasured image of him I am saving.
"Sit tight, dear one, you see things to the end,"
Always I fondly recall what he did say,
But separately, my path did onward wend,
I really never know, except to pray.
Steadfast, he did come turning back to me,
Inspiring in this dear eternal love,
Afar and beyond in that century,
Teaching that all our gifts sent from above.

He gave all he did ever meet happy heart,
Before time and all human breath does depart.

Happy hearts each day,
Give joyful smiles, okay!
Light for dark times,
Cheerful bells rhyme.

Equality, democracy, aiming high, seem
Globally now, mankind's forgotten dream.

His light guides our way,
Shining on all His beloved,
Sweet. cannot be beat.

Staunch is Our Lord, friend anywhere,
True friend, like jewel, precious and rare,
Everlasting blessing He guides,
Accept true love at our sides,
Devoted to leading us to divine,
Founded great faith, yours and mine,
Acknowledge each human race,
Steadily leads, His immortal face,
Trust God's bridge to mortal grace.

Seize day,
Positive way,
Today!

Faith can be reborn,
Bells chiming welcome the Lord,
Magic time, new dawn.

Long ago, once we were teens,
We all read "Mad" magazines,
Now we read of  Peter Fonda passing,
Down the tarmac ever blasting,
Always in a '****** Rider" cartoon,
Forever young, a classic lampoon!

What is the persona of Autumn?
Of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
Of  rainy sodden, to drench our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden oldie is nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this one dawn?

Is honesty the best policy,
In our global society?
A world full of all these isms,
Who does fund terrorism?
Bombs and guns of destruction,
Is this our civilization?
We're only specks of humanity,
Worldwide hypocrisy,
Is honesty the best policy?

Prompt for all the young,
Think of your digital fun,
Invent some device for the future,
Code a robotic pooper scooper,
For flies, mosquitoes and all pooper,
This no diseases in the future,
Soon that would be a beautser,
Emit water and oxygen,
Lots of ideas you can ken,
Nothing wrong with millenial brains,
Flies, mossies, pooper down the drains!

Regard 'Those Good Old Days'?
Bring smiles in own ways,
Writing a book, Any Excuse,
My GSOH is a'loose,
Went to football in past stage,
Good book, turn each page,
"The umpire's a cheat!"
"Yes, our goals incomplete!"
"Our game plan's the same!"
"Yeah, coach is to blame!"
"Let's go home!"
"Yep, home's we'll roam!"
"Leaving already?" Crowd roar,
"Spit the dummy, game's a bore!"
"See you next week!"
"At next game we'll peek!"
Smiling, I hit the sack,
Ignore football, top lifehack.
"Well, that was a long book.
"Those Good Old Days, worth a sook."

I think of many things to say,
I think,'I love you" in any way,
Still in love with you today,
"You're there, here I stay,"
"I adore you," with respect,
Benign you are, I  reflect,
You're ever chosen, thoughts riot,
Lover, do keep it quiet!

Focus each blessing,
Less stressing.
Cast our own spelling!

Lighten
Brighten
Knighten
Heighten
Inspiring Lord, lighen brighten way,
Global preaching, knighten heighten day.

Mind!
Stupid Cupid unkind,
Blind!

Gal force got this,
Seven weeks flowed,
Hips slimmer, no less,
Must confess bloating
Shrank, no moo juice,
Unkind, but no coffee,
Reducing toxins
You see, it's tough,
Quiet pacing,
Slow down, destrss,
Meditate on peace,
Pre-emptive rest,
Some day, maybe,
Better sleep now,
Less **** brain,
Broth all the way,
Veggies per day,
All good here,
How about you?

Lovely, you're still my Valentine,
Romance that is yours and mine,
It's okay to be human, feeling
Sublime, love sends me reeling.
It's okay to love your smile,
Hope we linger a while
In morning glory, all right
Darby, no need to get uptight,
Your woo is more than best,
Spammers, chuck away the rest!
You are Cupid's sweet one,
Older  now, for ageing fun,
Adoring  you, such happy face,
Lovers have an excellent place,
My ode devoted, my heart
Caring for you, let's never part.

My man for all seasons,
Love happens, no reason,
Would you mind if I say?
Magic's still same today.
Ageing like vintage wine,
Moon beams, our love benign,
You cast pearls, your smiles,
Let's love on these whiles,
Whatever you wish, you see,
You always get it from me,
Sit tight right there, okay,
Not running, never far away.