"altiparmakis" poems
There’s a change soon to come with autumn signs,
And with leaves rustling above in the trees,
To breathe in each scent as I raise window shades
A gentle rain starts to fall you can hear its pleas
On this beautiful day with all the leaves changing
Within a splash of vibrant colors inside rain
While drops fall on the windowpanes in soft rain
A beautiful time of year with all the signs
Of autumn and this seasonal changing
That I see out my window in the swaying trees
Just listen to them closely and hear their pleas
Appeals of constant changes I see out the shades
In greyish skies dark clouds I see outside my shades
To wander off to day dreams in light showers of rain
Is such a peaceful calm as I overhear all its pleas
Within soft winds which carry each of the signs
through tiny delicate leaves drying above in trees
while leaves whirl and twirl in the times changing
Reddish, yellow, brownish and orange changing
Leaves changing soon will lose their colorful shades
And bare limbs shall soon follow within the trees
whereas the snow will fall in a form of white rain
But for now I’ll just enjoy these beautiful signs
with watching swaying tree limb and listing to pleas
While quietly enjoying the rainwater and their pleas
In harvest time at times when all leaves are changing
Juggling around in the air is one of this first signs
As they hit the ground such loveliness out my shades
Each filled with tender drops from the soft falling rain
And each leaf in a gorgeous view ruffling in the trees
Soon children will be playing in the leaves from trees
with such pleasure and laughter just hear their pleas
After the weather dry’s and coming to a stop the rain
Much joy there is to watch nature constantly changing
In this special place I love to sit just behind the shades
totally mesmerized by each of the beautiful signs
Lovely autumn trees, with colors ever changing
Silent cries within pleas, between window shades
Tiny drops hit the glass I watch autumn’s first signs
© Debbie Altiparmakis, All rights reserved.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
Gypsy by birth, with a wildness inside,
she was crowned queen, by her birthright.
"By laws of the tribe," she didn't abide,
under moonlit skies, dancing at midnight.
There's a wild spark, inside her dark eyes.
Named after her mother, a free "Spirit,"
in the darkness of the night, a wolf cries--
by her dance, cheered by public-spirit.
A glow can be seen, by little fireflies,
as all standby and watch in enchantment.
A true gypsy queen with all that implies,
all in this night, filled with entertainment.
Flames by the fire, crackling wood sounds--
Men watch with glee, as her beauty astounds.
© Debbie Altiparmakis, All rights reserved.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC