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Sunday, June 22, 2025

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Fall Poetry

Autumn’s Memory Your eyes locked with mine. A permanently fixed image in my mind. The past could no longer hold

Whether first came chicken or egg, it matters not The chicken cannot compare to the majestic goose of old Out

Today is National Haiku Day, celebrating the Japanese style of writing poetry with 17 syllables broken into three lines of

Where else Can I find Something Like this? Something that Drives some To their knees And others To dance. Something

I’m thankful for long nights of doubt That made me sort my worries out For in those hours, I learned

The leaves are changing Spring’s pinks turn to Autumn’s oranges and yellows Smells of pumpkin and cinnamon permeate the air

Seasons changing Leaves falling The sun casts a new glow The clouds dance across a new canvas There is beauty

There once was a man named Lot, Who soon found himself in a tight spot In Sodom – pitched his

There’s this pounding in my chest As I try to catch my breath, Hoping for a moment of rest. How

If I say it, you’ll think something is wrong. If I don’t, you’ll never know. If you never know, nothing

For so long I sat here Wondering how it felt To once be the planet As opposed to the moon.