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September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
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Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful
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I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
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January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
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Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
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I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
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I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
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On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.
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The world is a big ship and humans are travelers
They are always traveling here, there and yonder;
In a long, long, long, long and long journey
Starts from the swing and ends to the cemetery;
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1 The golden-rod is yellow;
2 The corn is turning brown;
3 The trees in apple orchards
4 With fruit are bending down.
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In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
In the evening of a beautiful day
Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say
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The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where i first
fell in love
with unreality
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The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
with unreality
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Your voice is like music to the ears
your whisper is like the soften breeze
you may wander daily anywhere, but never lose the way
I'll remain still healthy even though I sleep outside in the hay
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Where are you, dear mom?
Hearing you are ill I've come
With the cherries from Michigan
The grapes from Thailand,
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When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
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born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42
Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
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When the towers fell on September eleven
Countless souls were sent to heaven
Left families scarred and destroyed
For this nightmare had been employed.
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September
Powerlines along my path bristled
with electric fire, scorching
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
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As an onshore wind moves the trees
With the smell of seaweed on the breeze
Memories return just as they please.
Ah September!
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September is beautiful,
September is a magic trick in its self,
September is the start of fall,
Enjoy the fall days with the kids and make giant leave piles,
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September, a tapestry of gold and green,
Where summer's warmth begins to wean.
With each passing day, the air grows crisp,
As September's touch leaves hearts adrift.
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In the hushed slumber of September's night,
A dream unfolded, woven in golden light,
Where gentle zephyrs danced, whispering soft,
A tale of promise, hope, and dreams aloft.
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September, a month so kind and bright,
In your presence, everything feels right.
Each day, you bring new delights,
Blessings that reach soaring heights.
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Look at this (the comments left on some of my more recently submitted ' Showcases '; I've NOT included comments left by me) :
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Bri's Second October '22 Showcase, This One Built With Poems, Not Bri's Notes....[ Submitted In October, Not September This Time ] Comments
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This month means a lot to me
Once in this month in a different year I ever wanted to betray, absolutely yes, still in September
joy and sadness, and anger as if synergistic with the date printed on each almanac, became a lifeline for me
history was engraved on how Ares was angry by burning several mountains that were on this earth at that time and still existed in September
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Hello September, Hello September,
Thanks for the reminder,
Changes are beautiful,
Changes are wonderful,
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