Odetta
12-07-2009, 12:28 PM
Let's get the voting going on the final round of the POETRY CONTEST!
Poll will be open until December 25.
HERE WE GO (in no particular order)!!!!!
1. Letti...
Fall
I am a leaf
And my whole world is falling down
Can't recognise my friends
Their new clothes are yellow, red and brown
When wind gets stronger
Some of them make up their mind
Take a big jump
And like butterflies they start to fly
Sometimes I feel
their passionate dance will never end
Time is their slave
None of them ever needs to land
But sooner or later
They all fall and kiss the cold ground
If I look down
I see never-ending colorful crowd
I am not ready yet
But the wind is sighing my name
I am just a leaf
And I am part of this beautiful play
2.flaggwalkstheline...
A time for waiting
Autumn is the only time of year
For us
The lonely people in black coats who wait on street corners with our hands in our pockets
Digging deep into emptyness
For the rest of the spinning sun cycle
The land is green and joyous or celebrating eventual growth
We scuttle like asthmatic rats in the sunlight
But when summer’s citric tidal passion finally ebbs into waves of dull gold and cracked brown
Autumn waits like an expectant lover in a darkened motel room
One lightbulb hanging powerless
The leaves hack chlorophyll tuberculosi as they drop no-eyed from the trees
Coughing under my boots
I wait for further equinox instructions
The wind smiles but it’s the smile of bitter victory and bruised apples
I wait
Through leafless lilac bushes and the peeling of white paint
Through burned out bulbs and nights growing long like dark hair
I tap the smudged windows with my dirty fingernails and wait
I wait for a spear of sunlight to pierce the veil of ice
But at least during autumn when the leaves speak to me
And the sky holds it's grey breath until it turns briefly blue
Like a child about to dive into a swimming pool in those bright but lost hours of summer
I do not wait alone
3. Cozener...
End of Autumn
We stood facing each other in the chill orange gold
Each of us wanting to speak but finding no words
We just stood, our thoughts stymied by pain and pride
Never so loud seemed the breeze and chirping of birds
“I’m sorry” burned in the front of my mind
But I could not force it up from my throat.
I could see the need for it in her eyes
But between us had formed a fathomless moat.
As she turned away my heart reached out
But she said not a word, no farewell bidden
I watched my friend walk off into autumn
And I knew I would never see her again.
4. Jon...
The beauty of leprosy
The search for food and I struggle again
Oh how you all marvel at the beauty of my pain
I slowly starve and you gawk at the colors of my decay
I shade you for the hot season and then I am merely a display
My body changes colors as my energy is sapped
I hold little reserve to be tapped
I withdraw into myself as body parts turn brown
Then, in a few days you must harvest them from the ground.
Your back aches from cleaning up after my leprosy
Let’s make a deal among all of you and all of we.
You ask that yellow disk to always stay in the sky
And we will spare you the mess each year as our hunters die
5. alinda...
When I was a young girl
as summer faded slow,
We kids would rake the yard
the parents pride you know.
For hours it seemed we'd gather
the remnants of its glory
Father would take some and
set them afire, the smell of it
still in my memory...
It was always permitted tho'
before that last leaf fell
to make that one last pile.
Then we would laugh and leap
into the late days dream.
I remember, and still smile.
6. Jean...
Autumn Chant
Bright are the colors of doom and defeat,
Funeral wreaths please the eye of the dead,
Red-cloaked drummers will beat a retreat,
Hope me no hopes, for the future is read.
Show me no rubies, no gold of the loot:
Bright are the colors of doom and defeat,
Frail was the armor you crush underfoot,
Red-cloaked drummers will beat a retreat.
Colors of gore come to lighten the grief:
Funeral wreaths please the eye of the dead.
Scarlet the plague that will ravage your fief.
Hope me no hopes, for the future is read.
7. BROWNINGS CHILDE...
All Hallow's Eve
The westering sun soaks the earth,
With tints of burning crimson.
Sinister shadows creep behind,
Or crawl along ahead.
All Hallows Eve's crepuscular rays,
Bring gloaming death in season.
The darkness bests the sun's assault,
And fills the soul with dread.
The children laugh from door to door,
As demons watch and wait.
Ensconsed within each gloom and shade,
They'll stay untill they've fed.
As monster's scream from plastic masks,
With threats of "Trick or Treat",
The real ghouls lurk with growing need,
To rent, and tear, and shred.
A groaning wind whines through the trees,
It whispers and it sighes.
Jack-O-Lanterns search the night,
With eyes of gleaming red.
As ghosts and witches roam the streets,
A straggler falls behind.
The ambush happens silently,
And in the dark he's bled.
Though most will make it home of course,
With candy in their bags.
At least in one child's room tonight,
There'll be an empty bed.
8.Frunobulax...
Reddening
Crushed beneath my hands,
Worn into the dirt,
Leaves evaporate into sand.
Stems and veins burst.
In this season of changing colours
Feel the gentle bite of cold.
Each green turning duller
Reddening to look old.
Now we enter the season of fall.
Look into the sun.
Still hear summer's long drawl?
Look into the sun.
Poll will be open until December 25.
HERE WE GO (in no particular order)!!!!!
1. Letti...
Fall
I am a leaf
And my whole world is falling down
Can't recognise my friends
Their new clothes are yellow, red and brown
When wind gets stronger
Some of them make up their mind
Take a big jump
And like butterflies they start to fly
Sometimes I feel
their passionate dance will never end
Time is their slave
None of them ever needs to land
But sooner or later
They all fall and kiss the cold ground
If I look down
I see never-ending colorful crowd
I am not ready yet
But the wind is sighing my name
I am just a leaf
And I am part of this beautiful play
2.flaggwalkstheline...
A time for waiting
Autumn is the only time of year
For us
The lonely people in black coats who wait on street corners with our hands in our pockets
Digging deep into emptyness
For the rest of the spinning sun cycle
The land is green and joyous or celebrating eventual growth
We scuttle like asthmatic rats in the sunlight
But when summer’s citric tidal passion finally ebbs into waves of dull gold and cracked brown
Autumn waits like an expectant lover in a darkened motel room
One lightbulb hanging powerless
The leaves hack chlorophyll tuberculosi as they drop no-eyed from the trees
Coughing under my boots
I wait for further equinox instructions
The wind smiles but it’s the smile of bitter victory and bruised apples
I wait
Through leafless lilac bushes and the peeling of white paint
Through burned out bulbs and nights growing long like dark hair
I tap the smudged windows with my dirty fingernails and wait
I wait for a spear of sunlight to pierce the veil of ice
But at least during autumn when the leaves speak to me
And the sky holds it's grey breath until it turns briefly blue
Like a child about to dive into a swimming pool in those bright but lost hours of summer
I do not wait alone
3. Cozener...
End of Autumn
We stood facing each other in the chill orange gold
Each of us wanting to speak but finding no words
We just stood, our thoughts stymied by pain and pride
Never so loud seemed the breeze and chirping of birds
“I’m sorry” burned in the front of my mind
But I could not force it up from my throat.
I could see the need for it in her eyes
But between us had formed a fathomless moat.
As she turned away my heart reached out
But she said not a word, no farewell bidden
I watched my friend walk off into autumn
And I knew I would never see her again.
4. Jon...
The beauty of leprosy
The search for food and I struggle again
Oh how you all marvel at the beauty of my pain
I slowly starve and you gawk at the colors of my decay
I shade you for the hot season and then I am merely a display
My body changes colors as my energy is sapped
I hold little reserve to be tapped
I withdraw into myself as body parts turn brown
Then, in a few days you must harvest them from the ground.
Your back aches from cleaning up after my leprosy
Let’s make a deal among all of you and all of we.
You ask that yellow disk to always stay in the sky
And we will spare you the mess each year as our hunters die
5. alinda...
When I was a young girl
as summer faded slow,
We kids would rake the yard
the parents pride you know.
For hours it seemed we'd gather
the remnants of its glory
Father would take some and
set them afire, the smell of it
still in my memory...
It was always permitted tho'
before that last leaf fell
to make that one last pile.
Then we would laugh and leap
into the late days dream.
I remember, and still smile.
6. Jean...
Autumn Chant
Bright are the colors of doom and defeat,
Funeral wreaths please the eye of the dead,
Red-cloaked drummers will beat a retreat,
Hope me no hopes, for the future is read.
Show me no rubies, no gold of the loot:
Bright are the colors of doom and defeat,
Frail was the armor you crush underfoot,
Red-cloaked drummers will beat a retreat.
Colors of gore come to lighten the grief:
Funeral wreaths please the eye of the dead.
Scarlet the plague that will ravage your fief.
Hope me no hopes, for the future is read.
7. BROWNINGS CHILDE...
All Hallow's Eve
The westering sun soaks the earth,
With tints of burning crimson.
Sinister shadows creep behind,
Or crawl along ahead.
All Hallows Eve's crepuscular rays,
Bring gloaming death in season.
The darkness bests the sun's assault,
And fills the soul with dread.
The children laugh from door to door,
As demons watch and wait.
Ensconsed within each gloom and shade,
They'll stay untill they've fed.
As monster's scream from plastic masks,
With threats of "Trick or Treat",
The real ghouls lurk with growing need,
To rent, and tear, and shred.
A groaning wind whines through the trees,
It whispers and it sighes.
Jack-O-Lanterns search the night,
With eyes of gleaming red.
As ghosts and witches roam the streets,
A straggler falls behind.
The ambush happens silently,
And in the dark he's bled.
Though most will make it home of course,
With candy in their bags.
At least in one child's room tonight,
There'll be an empty bed.
8.Frunobulax...
Reddening
Crushed beneath my hands,
Worn into the dirt,
Leaves evaporate into sand.
Stems and veins burst.
In this season of changing colours
Feel the gentle bite of cold.
Each green turning duller
Reddening to look old.
Now we enter the season of fall.
Look into the sun.
Still hear summer's long drawl?
Look into the sun.