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symbol of contemporary life
packaged, preserved,
instructions on the side.

simplicity of modern day,
pop stamped symmetrical;
hunter gatherer.

collect them into rows
italian chopped tomatoes
best before date, barcode.

tin can still bites,
like bramble thorns,
to repel against harvest.

boxed up comfortable living
adding edge to expectancy
countering convenience.
April 2018  (draft scribbles in 2015)
Mr Trismegistus May 2018
Reaping rotten fruits from bitter roots;
Wearing flesh boots in penguin suits.
Antony Glaser May 2018
She changes with the seasons.
Sara stores her secrets
in the harvest diary she keeps.
Shes natural in the Autumn
her smile can freeze doubt,
she has arms wide to be a comforter,
providing shelter from your woes  !
a schismatic
of prevalent
preexistence with  
a cassowary
zoon only
fall this
moon in
rainforest that
Hoyce pounce
as an
alien with
**** neon
sign that
always will
turn up  
a boon
with séance
oz province
nick armbrister Feb 2018
CELEBRATING HARVEST TIME



Here we are celebrating harvest time,

a once a year event so important to everyone

of us, man and best alike. We light a candle,

burn some incense and drink some wine

in an offering to the gods at this sacred time of year.

You can feel the magical power all around you

coming from within and from the universe both at once.

We eat some bread and bite into an apple

celebrating the coming of autumn

with the leaves soon to turn red,

ochre and gold covering the land with colour.

We say our magic rites and we join nature

in the turn of the seasons.

As our celebration comes to a close

we feel the joy of harvest time.
Diána Bósa Nov 2017
Only imagined the moving,
dreamed the breathing
for I was walled up alive
beneath the body of life,
its womb was my tomb,
its stasis was my shroud,
yet, my immurement
is come to an end now, though,
for I can witness the rising
of the dark harvest moons
under your eyes.
Star BG Oct 2017
Through a colorful gate, I step.
Gracefully prancing
in light of day.

Feeling,
the power of moment.
Feeling,
heart play a sacred song.

The wind guides,
as I plant my dreams.
Watering with breath.
Tending to them rain or shine.

I glide in rhythmic pleasures
surrendering to jump over rocks
until,
seedlings are ready
for harvest.

And with gratitude I reap,
blossoming fruits of my efforts.
Empowered by scent.
Invigorated by beauty.
Dancing with all my aspirations.


StarBG © 2017
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