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MetaVerse Oct 3
O Autumn! thou hast splendidly array'd
     Nature, whose robes are treasure-rich with colour.
A patchy quilt of dying leaves decay'd,
     Thou blanketest the world with deathly dolour.
I hear a voice inside my head.  I list.
     "Come buy, come buy," I hear in my mind's ear.
My pulse doth quicken suddenly in my wrist:
     The netherworld hath never been so near.
I harken to the rattling of the leaves
     That hang like vampyre bats from skeletal trees.
The songful birds that nested 'neath the eaves
     Have long since flown away with high degrees.
I'm cold and getting colder, and my breath
Is telling me I'm close to coming Death.
MetaVerse Sep 25
The crow in the tree
    is actually
a black trash bag.

Squeaky bike brakes
      sound like chirping
September crickets.

The bug on the sidewalk
     casts a long shadow:
September sunshine.

I open the front door:
     a fly I didn't know about
flies out.
George Krokos Sep 20
It's cold in the morning
without you my love
as the day is dawning
with light from above.

My dreams have been of you
so now are my thoughts:
at times we all go through
our life out of sorts.

That time spent together
did not really last
because of the weather
which came like a blast.

I long to be with you
with all of my heart
and hope you will be too
like after our start.

You know how it was then
at our first greeting
for we gave ourselves ten
on that chance meeting.

It seemed our time had come
to be together
as it happens for some
who brave the weather.

Those storms of life often
are too rough to bear
and some seek to soften
the road getting there.

You had to forgive me
when I doubted you
and this I found to be
as our love was true.

The people around us
don't have much to say
they're likely to cause fuss
and then move away.

I have always been yours
since the day we met
so for us to hold scores
is not that well set.

You're my life's one true love
and I'm not guessing:
you were sent from above
with the Lord's blessing.
___
Written in June '24. A difficult to write love poem as it went through a few drafts right up until just before posting.
Robert Ronnow Sep 19
Back from the desert and loving it
both the visit and the return.
The powerful plane deiced in Chicago.
Brittlebush, difficulty distinguishing acacia from ironwood.
Mesquite, and plenty of paloverde.
A good jazz band in Phoenix, their own style, no apology.

Could you also love your cancer? The vicious attack of a hedgehog
      cactus?
The winter storm that kept us on the tarmac three hours
followed us home. Used to be
when weather made the headlines, that was good news.
No more. Those melting icecaps and incoming meteors.
Some pray, some stay still, some keep playing.

Anyway, notwithstanding inexorably expanding or otherwise rapidly
      contracting universes
I saw cercocarpus, phainopepla, tomentilla, saguaro, and a great
      guitarist. Prayers were answered.
Bhavani Sep 11
make me a sandwich
pulled chicken, jalapeños
rainy day today.
neth jones Sep 10
i stepped out woven  buttoned  and bully capped
out here i'm been wuthered at   frayed like unreliable memory
       remitted the wrongdoing of being inhuman human and cussed
mattered at with an action  of feral direlessness
an hour spent  in autumnal nature
roughhoused and chilled  in a familial way
                               welcomes a vibe of maddened liaison
MetaVerse Sep 5

cool morning
     garbage truck sings
to a steel wool sky


Valentine Aug 26
(In my mind
she's gonna live forever)

(She's gonna live forever
in my head)

I can't see her in the clouds
but I can hear her in the rain
I can't comprehend her corpse
but I can smell her flesh

Swords storming down from above
Pierce my hands
Pierce my eyes
Pierce my heart

But try to avoid my brain
The part in which she's wrapped around
neth jones Aug 21
grey skies  metal heat       
bakes away moisture         
i'm cast over   pleasantly
July 2024
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