Autumn is a time to play in leaves so crisp and cool spring is off in the distance when kids do work in school The first flower to show its bud might be the lovely mum The second gift from mother earth are apples, so yum yum Maple trees have given us its sweet and sticky sap A season for every family and sit in pappa’s lap Sun is setting early now and kids get tucked in tight For many of the holidays during fall occur at night.
Narcotic skies depict the culture of the world Where a fondness for hatred encapsulate thought An obtuse idea indicative of our leaders Who think of nothing more than sinking lower than ought
I don’t want to be saved in a place like a cupboard Closed and dark opened only once for a simple cup The design of our world should be clean and open Allowing us to live in peace, while the evil shut up
We are all different or that’s what they all say like the tiles lining the wall of a bathroom stall Scrubbed clean only when someone wants to do it showing the shine that is hiding under it all.
Someday there will be life without hate or sadness Brought on by others who have no care for the lame Grief is free, given when we have loved ones who depart In the end, don’t we know we all are the same
The mayor thought her precious with a deadpan-looking face Flowers lined her golden hair, each blossom in its place The ring upon her small white hand glowed in the murky light The evergreen outside the door stood ready for a fight The knock came unexpectedly like winners in a race An election of her boyish love etched on her pretty face Coming in from the cold outside he smiled and bowed his head For all he really wanted was some food and a warm bed She knew this was her love for good, love for eternal life Little did he know right then she vowed to be his wife Waking in the morning feeling fresh and rested well The lad stood tall and stretched himself, his body feeling swell He laid his eyes upon the girl and fell most instantly and that is how the happy couple really came to be.
During the homecoming they were happy to see That the bush and the shrub weren’t hurt by the bee There was no regret since no time went to waste finding the ytterbite was for what they all raced They wasted no time in this journey of life like presented with teeth of a tenacious steak knife For they didn’t know they were next on the list A symptomatic response like a crack in the schist they went rocking along, such an agile climb They picked from a shrub near a dirty clothesline You could read the response on the older one’s face That satire here was the ribbons and lace Tied to the tree to keep all pests away wanting nothing to bother them during their stay
The birds and bees will often blunder when they think of who will win Foisting their ideas on others like the ants fall sadly thin The difference between these three bugs is multiformed yet luminous For they are species not alike and form relations not like us In their hovel they work together for the good of all the group Humans work for just themselves in one big, selfish endless loop.
Getting up this morning I decided it was time to get those joggers out, it isn’t any crime It really is the time to suit up then just go, There is no way to win if I’m lacking to show the best side of myself on a bleary, wet day the sun only a garnishment missing its way through the darkened clouds, floating passive and slow Letting the sun shine through will not be a go Donning my outfit I lace up my track shoes forgetting vitamin g is the worst of my blues.
Men grabbed him by the tee shirt, his jacket on the ground entrenched in muddy waters there came a soothing sound The volume was pervading, not variable at all They took him on a frogmarch, just like walking to death row The sobbing was tangential like a whisper on the wind These were the consequences of a man who might have sinned. A woman in a blue blouse was standing by the crowd With tears of pain she jumped out and tried to scream out loud She knew he didn’t need to be punished on this day And cried and moaned the whole time they took her son away.
Beaming in his bolero the peasant wasn’t quick He knew he shouldn’t dawdle, but man, the air was thick Being a true pluviophile he really wished for rain He couldn’t get the portrayal out, like phosphenes on his brain Liking what he was thinking, a morsel of a plan He slunk right past the bouncer like a filament in the sand The pocket of his trousers was full of coins and junk And also there was woolly fuzz, uncanny ’cause it stunk But as he thought about it the more he decided no and feeling strikhedonia was happier to go His plan to take his money and use it on some drink Was foiled by his odor and how bad he did stink He’d never get inside the bar without being thrown out Serving stinky poor men was not what they’re about And so he went his way back to find an open space to rest his hot and weary head and find his happy place.
Although they look comparable, that hat and that beret The dichotomy of both these things are evident per se One you wear when you go out to flounce about the town The other can be on your crest to match a fancy gown If I were there to supervise this passive little quest I’d say the bonnet on my head really is the best