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Seldom since the morning glory
Glistened in the sunny glow
When dew has largely turned
To frost the first we such know

The season come the season go
There’s little time left this year
Days grow short nights grow long
Once thing stands up so clear

Snow flurries fall on days so grey
Which covers evenly on the ground
Leaves have fallen and limbs left bare
Only the wind makes some sound

Here we’ve arrived and here we go
The end of autumn and start of winter
The stacks of wood piled so neatly
The kindling all chopped to splinter

Love is a sweet old decade
passionfruit on the vine
flowers on a corner
made by grand design

Love it tastes like chocolate
French vanilla cream
a sparkling glass of vino
long days seem so serene

But love it has a season
and when its day is through
remember it for the good times
and look for love anew

Splashes of red engulfed the now quiet meadow
Tranquil to a fault, reflective battle in regret, conceded
As the poppies held their heads up high, swaying
Looking over the cascading cliffs at the stormy sea
And as the soldiers wistfully remember, today was the day
That the fallen gave their lives, memories of the pain
The bloodshed, the wounds, the gunshots and the dead
When death himself carried away those souls that had fought
Valiantly in the front line, memories which fled their very grasp
Of ghosted fingertips, lost in their fight, when the survivors won
Their right to stay on this day of rememberance Sunday
We mourn the loss of those that once lived, to give
Freedom, peace, and all that happened from before

A day of reckoning, with warring forces that thought
That it would not ever be stopped or won
When the dead of that era, and the living are here now
And the world remembers them, the wars they pledged
Their lives to their country, to do the duty that required
Strength, luck, digilence and instinctive skills
To survive another day, a piece in the chessboard,
Pawns that swept across the same old black and white
Pieces used that travelled across the world with all their might
To ensure that the wars were won and that no other war
That could take its place, indeed, when all was said and done

Those poppies have a lot to say in so very little words
They stand for the voices of the forgotten, when all was left Unsaid, those that gave their lives for us today
When the world, the tears that had been shed
...

We have no need for reminders what the wars were about
But to this day, we remember them, as the sombre words say all
Within the realities of today as traditions and legacies live on

My dad was in the Navy
He went to Italy and Iceland
He served from 1954 to 1958
He didn't like Iceland because it was so dark part of the year
He regretted not staying in
Especially when his company cancelled his retirement pension in 1981
At the time he made his decision he was making good money
Better than he got paid in the Navy
How was he supposed to know the unions would get creamed
He is not alone
Sadly, many veterans don't get the support they should have
I hope that could change
Maybe next year
We will elect a president who really cares about these people
As much as they care about all of us

People, what is happening to us?
Conscience under anesthesia,
And the souls have gone blind
Every day there is less and less
Honor,
Less and less light

We're going with the flow
And our hope fades
We're burning down
Filling our emptiness
With fragments of faith.

I'm standing on the edge of the abyss
And my scream breaks
The vanity of existence
Turning melancholy into words.

In the midst of the madness & mayhem of the world there is your love.
And this for me dispells all evil, fear and doubt
When I'm sad,down & in despair,all I need is this love that came from above.
Unconditional, unending & not demanding, its something I can't live without.

You've came into my life when I needed a rope,
hanging on the threads of my sanity.
You gave me a sense of peace, understanding and hope.
Replacing my animosity and vanity.

You stepped in and subdued my anger and bitterness.
But now all that separates us is this distance.
Though I cannot deny this feeling of urgency & bliss.
Fortunately I've been given patience & endurance.

In its reach into the heavens
Take a deep breath to describe
The moment in our lives
When we feel sheer ecstasy

The seasons do seem to appear
Down the mountainside slide
All the fallen grasses and leaves
And everything in between

And a river that winds through it
Bringing nourishment and life
Reminding us our mortality
From our birth to our death

Counting our blessings like petals
Falling from flowers that bloom
Take stride in our long journey
From the mountains to the sea

I count one of my own days
And greet each morning sunrise
With great reasons to hope
And much much more to surmise

A mountain full of gold, just double it up but still won’t be enough for a man

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugars are sweet but surely not you.

Broken hearts permeate the web.
Spreading vile and hostile vibes.
Heal the wounds to enjoy the web.
New vibes of love and happiness.
Peace and joy to sweet surf of the web.

I saw men from back country rail yards
drunk under a moon of silver sovereigns
yelling tales of the rail lines
from north to south, east to west
while the fires burned down in the drum
amongst the weathered men
there is a fevered bliss
known only to the railways
steel machismo
little vanity prevails
rolling with an orange dawn