"windfalls" poems - Hello Poetry

Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think no more of wall-builders than fools. Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit, She scorns a pasture withering to the root. She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten. The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten. She leaves them bitten when she has to fly. She bellows on a knoll against the sky. Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

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Robert Frost

The Cow In Apple Time

Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think no more of wall-builders than fools. Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit, She scorns a pasture withering to the root. She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten. The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten. She leaves them bitten when she has to fly. She bellows on a knoll against the sky. Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

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With a firm footed march, under sun and moonlight We slowly advance towards December, She was, like butter, so tender, I understood We would sit near the camp and compare notes, A walk in the woods, we'd do, smell wild flowers, Gather ideas, without rhyme or reason, laugh together, Life had an irregular graph, like always And an internal logic, one needs to soon grasp, There is nothing fool proof, here remember, *Sudden cloud bursts, land slide, thunder and flood, Are no wonders, be ready to face wonders too as facts of life.* Every smart plan go burst, then what about windfalls, did you forget? *How can you loose heart, cry unconsoled, We grasped every unwritten rule, so why cry?* Didn't we stand still and sense which way the wind blows? Ever did we forget, to partake in simple pleasures? *On every lake, with clear water ,we found time To swim **** competing with silver bellied fish, till we were tired,* On the shade of a tall mango tree you sat on my lap playfully, We closed our eyes, snoozed a while, till the breeze woke us up again **At December, in the journey's end, we'd part ways, as it is said Though alone, one always is, this togetherness was really the meaning.**

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Aug 31, 2012

Aug 31, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Till that December Night

With a firm footed march, under sun and moonlight We slowly advance towards December, She was, like butter, so tender, I understood We would sit near the camp and compare notes, A walk in the woods, we'd do, smell wild flowers, Gather ideas, without rhyme or reason, laugh together, Life had an irregular graph, like always And an internal logic, one needs to soon grasp, There is nothing fool proof, here remember, *Sudden cloud bursts, land slide, thunder and flood, Are no wonders, be ready to face wonders too as facts of life.* Every smart plan go burst, then what about windfalls, did you forget? *How can you loose heart, cry unconsoled, We grasped every unwritten rule, so why cry?* Didn't we stand still and sense which way the wind blows? Ever did we forget, to partake in simple pleasures? *On every lake, with clear water ,we found time To swim **** competing with silver bellied fish, till we were tired,* On the shade of a tall mango tree you sat on my lap playfully, We closed our eyes, snoozed a while, till the breeze woke us up again **At December, in the journey's end, we'd part ways, as it is said Though alone, one always is, this togetherness was really the meaning.**

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Sitting on this moonlit night, Not able to forget when, At our height, we were one and three. Two hearts overflowed with love. Being with you I knew was meant to be. Nothing could separate us. Or compare to Thee. A whirlwind of endless days and nights Full of caring, grace, and art, Gathered from windfalls spark, Would stretch, I thought, forever on. Still, nothing can ever, ever replace You in my heart. Then we Separated, I slowly flew afar, Losing myself while you moved on. We can never be who we were, Our time together now is proof. How could we stray so far From the you and me in living truth. Now, the Sun and Moon may arise anew, An eagle stretch above a dew, yet, Nothing will compare, with you!

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC

reality

A. Butterfly

Sitting on this moonlit night, Not able to forget when, At our height, we were one and three. Two hearts overflowed with love. Being with you I knew was meant to be. Nothing could separate us. Or compare to Thee. A whirlwind of endless days and nights Full of caring, grace, and art, Gathered from windfalls spark, Would stretch, I thought, forever on. Still, nothing can ever, ever replace You in my heart. Then we Separated, I slowly flew afar, Losing myself while you moved on. We can never be who we were, Our time together now is proof. How could we stray so far From the you and me in living truth. Now, the Sun and Moon may arise anew, An eagle stretch above a dew, yet, Nothing will compare, with you!

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We could say the obvious about a leaf, typically flat and thin, terminologically rich: an angiosperm with petiole, lamina and stipules (lots of these). But enough for now because I want to be poetic about the leaf and its collective: leaves. As the haiku goes *Leaves lose trees And trees lose leaves Who can walk without Dancing on windfalls As crisp as these*. It is their dance, their dancing, (these veined forms), that bring me gentle reader, to the page. It is the wind’s doing: rustling and rubbing in summer airs, turning and falling in September’s gales, path-bound then leaves leap and glide, twist and scatter in the winter winds. In spring they are like babes in the womb, attached, full of life, hidden in the bud.

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

nigel-morgan

An Introduction to the Language of Leaves

We could say the obvious about a leaf, typically flat and thin, terminologically rich: an angiosperm with petiole, lamina and stipules (lots of these). But enough for now because I want to be poetic about the leaf and its collective: leaves. As the haiku goes *Leaves lose trees And trees lose leaves Who can walk without Dancing on windfalls As crisp as these*. It is their dance, their dancing, (these veined forms), that bring me gentle reader, to the page. It is the wind’s doing: rustling and rubbing in summer airs, turning and falling in September’s gales, path-bound then leaves leap and glide, twist and scatter in the winter winds. In spring they are like babes in the womb, attached, full of life, hidden in the bud.

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I want to decipher these symbols. I want to solve a puzzle with a puzzle. The eternal riddle, my mind, windfalls. A feather without gravity, with, in a bustle. It falls to the ground, displaying no sound. There I appear, attempt to retrieve a thought. Wipe away a tear, invisible, but caught By someone, by something Deny myself this pleasure Accept no fun, I can't sing. Deaf to the sounds, numb to the weight Chased by hounds, freed from the crate by a flock of birds, by these lofty words Dogs are grounded, I am hounded by barking knife cuts, self-inflicted margins divide the huts, housing my sins shut the door, outside the fervor salivating ***** only a murmur can i muster, attempt to mount but only fluster, i am no count this is no castle, just a musty barn to clean a hassle, oh **** **** ****

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Jun 10, 2013

Jun 10, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC

i-w

Random as ****

I want to decipher these symbols. I want to solve a puzzle with a puzzle. The eternal riddle, my mind, windfalls. A feather without gravity, with, in a bustle. It falls to the ground, displaying no sound. There I appear, attempt to retrieve a thought. Wipe away a tear, invisible, but caught By someone, by something Deny myself this pleasure Accept no fun, I can't sing. Deaf to the sounds, numb to the weight Chased by hounds, freed from the crate by a flock of birds, by these lofty words Dogs are grounded, I am hounded by barking knife cuts, self-inflicted margins divide the huts, housing my sins shut the door, outside the fervor salivating ***** only a murmur can i muster, attempt to mount but only fluster, i am no count this is no castle, just a musty barn to clean a hassle, oh **** **** ****

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If I didn’t know any better, I would say the light of the world Pours out of the wide whites of your eyes, And thunder is your belly-laugh bellow. You are category five chaos Giving me windfalls in my day. If I didn’t know any better, You just blow right on through Just for you, But it’s the seizure of my wrist into Oh, this – ah here – oh that! Door hinges revolt at the speed of this revolution, The sidewalks remember our favorite tread. You are a gale and a lee, You force me to be me.

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Nov 5, 2019

Nov 5, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC

BMTalbot

Wild

If I didn’t know any better, I would say the light of the world Pours out of the wide whites of your eyes, And thunder is your belly-laugh bellow. You are category five chaos Giving me windfalls in my day. If I didn’t know any better, You just blow right on through Just for you, But it’s the seizure of my wrist into Oh, this – ah here – oh that! Door hinges revolt at the speed of this revolution, The sidewalks remember our favorite tread. You are a gale and a lee, You force me to be me.

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I cant breathe, he says Brushes my hand from his throat He laughs I smile Little whip's too red, he says Slides the falls through his fingers He laughs I smile Please dont stop, he says Arches his back in stiff poise He cant breathe Neither can I

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC

lady-gray

Windfalls

I cant breathe, he says Brushes my hand from his throat He laughs I smile Little whip's too red, he says Slides the falls through his fingers He laughs I smile Please dont stop, he says Arches his back in stiff poise He cant breathe Neither can I

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Nailbed, hot stone. A simmering anger, old. Heavy. Some battling debate of loss thrown away. A small, gray key. Join them on a ring and give back, give back, give back. See now, new currents drag my pennies. Down. I'm an octopus penning idiocy. The counter, brown. Such a small counter. But this small key, so heavy to give away. Is it loss or thrown away? If so, who did it? Mind never grasped the sorrow, the secrets, hid in serpent of glimmered italics and windfalls left fractured for years rediscovered in haste of other dilemmas. Ok, it'll be three dollars (and a bit). That's all it took a heart to turn. Ashen walks and stale apple pie, unstately promise. It needn't rhymy. I have no more timey. Another chunk of sanity slides (and that bit).

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC

alwaystrying

Loss /thrown away

Nailbed, hot stone. A simmering anger, old. Heavy. Some battling debate of loss thrown away. A small, gray key. Join them on a ring and give back, give back, give back. See now, new currents drag my pennies. Down. I'm an octopus penning idiocy. The counter, brown. Such a small counter. But this small key, so heavy to give away. Is it loss or thrown away? If so, who did it? Mind never grasped the sorrow, the secrets, hid in serpent of glimmered italics and windfalls left fractured for years rediscovered in haste of other dilemmas. Ok, it'll be three dollars (and a bit). That's all it took a heart to turn. Ashen walks and stale apple pie, unstately promise. It needn't rhymy. I have no more timey. Another chunk of sanity slides (and that bit).

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Now When It Comes To MY VERSE... I’ve Been Putting In Work... For A LONG TIME Now... !!! UNLIKE These JERKS... Whose Verse Deserves... To Walk With A Hearse... And Be Left UNDERGROUND... !!! Because It’s DEAD... !!! Like Those Who Express... A Load of NONSENSE... !?! That ONLY Makes Sense... When It Is... REVERSED... !!! Or Yes BACKED UP In OTHER Words... !!! Because When Observed... Things Nowadays Heard... Seem To Be Back To Front... ?!? From... Boys To Girls... To This Corona Stuff... !?! Things Are SO MESSED UP... !!! That My Works NOW... ... Are Being PUT... In A Place Where Clowns... Choose To Overlook... The Words That I BOOK... Like Flights Now SHOOK... !!! Just Like Mobb Deep Crooks... !!! Because Corona’s STUNNED... !!! Like Crooks Who Use Guns... To... Work The Streets... To Get Themselves Money... !!! You See... Putting In Work... Has MANY DIFFERENT Themes... !!! As Well As MANY Degrees... of..... SEPARATION..... !!! From Todays' Work Stations... Where... Making Paper... ISN’T Quite Like It Was BEFORE... !!! Now That... THIS CORONA... And Technology Have SOARED... !!! Into MORE Than Ports... And... Human Pores... !!! It’s Created A FORCE... That’s Darker Than MAUL’s... !!! When Today’s Workforce... Is Now Facing SHORTFALLS... As Economies STALL... And Take... BIG FALLS... !!! In... Cash Windfalls... !!! Because of The Work... That’s Clearly ****** How Workers Earn... !!! Because of ALGORITHMS... That Are Now Positioned... To... Place RESTRICTIONS... !!! On How It Is YOU CAN... Get Your Hands On Cash... Because of New Systems... TECHNOLOGY Driven... !!!!! Where These ALGORITHMS... Do MUCH More Than Figure... !!! They Are Now PREDICTING... Test Results For... Children... !?! Because Corona’s DRIVEN... UNWORKABLE Conditions... !!! So It’s Now MY Position... That... Putting in Work... When It Comes To Verse... Now Needs Levels of THINKING... That Speaks On How We’re Living... In HONEST Ways About Today... Where Work Now PUT IN... Can SINK REAL QUICK... Like That TITANIC Ship... !!! Because of Those Whose Work... Is Causing People HURT... !!! And TRACKING Our Positions... To Ensure That We’re NOT Giving... INFECTIONS... To The LIVING... !!! That May Well Leave Them DEAD... !?! Like... Work Environments... That ONCE Were Lead... By... COMMON SENSE... !!! Instead of New Tech Trends... Now Making Cash WORTHLESS... And Our World... CASHLESS... !!! Because These Heads In Governments... Have Been Putting Work In... OH YES... !!! That’s About To Place REAL STRESS... !!! On Those Who THOUGHT... That Their Job Was Secure... With A Pension Fund... For Their RETIREMENT... !!! That'll Help Them Live... When Retirement KICKS... Their Work Efforts To The Kerb... !!! So That NEW Tech Can Turn... This World Into A Curve... Where Work Becomes A World... Reserved For... ALGORITHMS... ?!? Because of New World Visions... Where... Robots Are Positioned... To Do MORE Than OBSERVE... !!! They’ll DISTURB The Working Herds... !!! By REPLACING Those Who SHIRK... !!! When It Comes To... ..... “ Putting In Work “..... !!!

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Nov 30, 2020

Nov 30, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC

big-virge

“Putting In Work” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 17/8/2020

Now When It Comes To MY VERSE... I’ve Been Putting In Work... For A LONG TIME Now... !!! UNLIKE These JERKS... Whose Verse Deserves... To Walk With A Hearse... And Be Left UNDERGROUND... !!! Because It’s DEAD... !!! Like Those Who Express... A Load of NONSENSE... !?! That ONLY Makes Sense... When It Is... REVERSED... !!! Or Yes BACKED UP In OTHER Words... !!! Because When Observed... Things Nowadays Heard... Seem To Be Back To Front... ?!? From... Boys To Girls... To This Corona Stuff... !?! Things Are SO MESSED UP... !!! That My Works NOW... ... Are Being PUT... In A Place Where Clowns... Choose To Overlook... The Words That I BOOK... Like Flights Now SHOOK... !!! Just Like Mobb Deep Crooks... !!! Because Corona’s STUNNED... !!! Like Crooks Who Use Guns... To... Work The Streets... To Get Themselves Money... !!! You See... Putting In Work... Has MANY DIFFERENT Themes... !!! As Well As MANY Degrees... of..... SEPARATION..... !!! From Todays' Work Stations... Where... Making Paper... ISN’T Quite Like It Was BEFORE... !!! Now That... THIS CORONA... And Technology Have SOARED... !!! Into MORE Than Ports... And... Human Pores... !!! It’s Created A FORCE... That’s Darker Than MAUL’s... !!! When Today’s Workforce... Is Now Facing SHORTFALLS... As Economies STALL... And Take... BIG FALLS... !!! In... Cash Windfalls... !!! Because of The Work... That’s Clearly ****** How Workers Earn... !!! Because of ALGORITHMS... That Are Now Positioned... To... Place RESTRICTIONS... !!! On How It Is YOU CAN... Get Your Hands On Cash... Because of New Systems... TECHNOLOGY Driven... !!!!! Where These ALGORITHMS... Do MUCH More Than Figure... !!! They Are Now PREDICTING... Test Results For... Children... !?! Because Corona’s DRIVEN... UNWORKABLE Conditions... !!! So It’s Now MY Position... That... Putting in Work... When It Comes To Verse... Now Needs Levels of THINKING... That Speaks On How We’re Living... In HONEST Ways About Today... Where Work Now PUT IN... Can SINK REAL QUICK... Like That TITANIC Ship... !!! Because of Those Whose Work... Is Causing People HURT... !!! And TRACKING Our Positions... To Ensure That We’re NOT Giving... INFECTIONS... To The LIVING... !!! That May Well Leave Them DEAD... !?! Like... Work Environments... That ONCE Were Lead... By... COMMON SENSE... !!! Instead of New Tech Trends... Now Making Cash WORTHLESS... And Our World... CASHLESS... !!! Because These Heads In Governments... Have Been Putting Work In... OH YES... !!! That’s About To Place REAL STRESS... !!! On Those Who THOUGHT... That Their Job Was Secure... With A Pension Fund... For Their RETIREMENT... !!! That'll Help Them Live... When Retirement KICKS... Their Work Efforts To The Kerb... !!! So That NEW Tech Can Turn... This World Into A Curve... Where Work Becomes A World... Reserved For... ALGORITHMS... ?!? Because of New World Visions... Where... Robots Are Positioned... To Do MORE Than OBSERVE... !!! They’ll DISTURB The Working Herds... !!! By REPLACING Those Who SHIRK... !!! When It Comes To... ..... “ Putting In Work “..... !!!

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