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RUNNING AWAY NOVEMBER CONTEST 9

Running Away
why
coz read below
be not shy

Utter poetic poverty
suffer from it poets
one too many
it's the negation art
of not commenting
Is it limited to poets

only
poetic brevity

Mistaken Identity
no not really
I'm real creativity
mistake not me
in reality

Wind next to heart
jokes apart
but cliche don't recall
'coz wind and heart to date
none can ever prostrate

Spider's Last Dance

Sipping my coffee on a crisp
but sunny fall morning, I noticed a brown spider
hanging from a single thread
attached to an awning in our back yard

It wasn’t moving, possibly waiting
for its next meal to wander into its web
somewhere above. Being so still,
I became curious and reached out
to stir the gossamer strand

The spider, still unmoving, was gone
Gone to wherever spiders go
when they are done being what they are

Demon Slayer

Broke down feelings visit me
during the dark hours sometimes
Part of me knows something's not right

But when I think of you
I know the morning will return
bringing all that is new again

Like the dawn has a need
to be part of the day
you come to me with tenderness
intent on being there as a constant

Fixing me with a smile
the demons, foiled once more, retreat
to their dark and unwelcome lairs

AUTUMN WEATHER

I'm standing here this autumn day
beneath the Carolina sky
On one side it's clear the other gray
One shirt sleeve wet the other dry.

I close my eyes to give them rest
then shiver as warm air turns cold.
open my orbs inflate my chest
then watch some snow flakes scarce and cold.

I shivver then button my old worn coat
and push my cap tight on my dome.
Toss a mental coin then vote:
tails...so I head off toward home.

NOVEMBER RANDOM CHALLENGE No9

1) I’M running away
why read below

Utter poetic poverty
suffer from it poets so many
is the new art
of not commenting
is it limited to poetic
November brevity

2) Mistaken Identity
mistaken Identity
no not really
this is real creativity
mistake not me

3.Wind
wind next to my heart
jokes apart
cliche don't recall
wind and heart to date
none can prostrate

I'm Running Away...

I'm running away
gonna leave the city lights
I'll write about the wind
my mistaken identity lost

I'm following the scent
the smell of the open road
My pages flapping in the breeze
pencil faded from the sunlight

Listen to the music
forgetting who I am
mistaken identity gone
away from the city lights

Don't forget to call me
say my name out loud
Scream into the sky
maybe I'll hear you

WE ALL CIRCLE TIS WINDY

CIRCLES
We as does the wind
keep circling
as whirl winds
at times very cold
slowly warming till we hasten circling
what the wind
no no no
ourselves all should by now know
circling makes us all glow
we like the Thames Nile and other rivers flow
then off we go to blow
as the wind often whistles
does follow
but loud
not soft
so lie low

The Wet Coast Condition

Temperate forests sometimes do not breed temperate minds.
It's not easy being green with the incessant
pitter-patter, let's get at 'er that soaks the ground deep.

The land receives the great return;
drinks its fill and lets the rest spill where it will.
Gravity the guide for such things as
rivers become waves in the sea.

And amid dreams of bright blue summers
the grey wetness will cleanse or depress,
by choice or condition, no less.

The Abyss

The Abyss is tame
I do not fear the abyss
And it does not fear me
Many times,
We drink whiskey together
And talk about old times
I've watched the abyss bury my friends
Such talent
Such remorse
One day the abyss will come for me
And I will welcome it with open arms

Sometimes I think love is...

I wish for a love like a child wishes for gifts
I long to know what this mysterious feeling is like
will I recognize the scent like a mother's homemade cookies?
will I hear it like someone calling my name?
will I feel it wrap around me and fill me with joy?

Sometimes I think I can taste it when I eat alone at a restaurant
it tastes like the summer sun and lemonade on a scolding day
it tastes like hot cocoa and snuggling by the fire when it's cold
it tastes like sipping tea with your pinky up and giggling with friends

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