Autumn Poem by Robert Klein Engler

.TO PRESS ONE UPON ANOTHER.

A swan song of summer and chrysanthemums proceeds.
Each day the courtyard trees grow more red and orange.
What starts as a small pain takes over like barbarians.
Smoke on the horizon moves to smoke before the door.

So much is given away to the soft and cloudy light.
Maples give away the red passports of their passage,
and elms toss their gold coins to the underworld.
A boy reaches for his lost father’s hand this way.

Old men need a matter to move them in the morning.
Their autumn ritual of incense before crossing over
would pull them into shadows were it not for love.
Yet, love, too, teeters like a leaf and then lets go.

Who does not worry when the leaves fall, knowing it
happens always and everywhere? The nothingness will
never fill–a knife of shadows cuts across the lawn,
then pulls our words to speech come one last time.

The way is crackling under foot with scattered leaves.
Weep, if you must, for the long reach gone short.
Some carry an integrity of soul across the closing light,
even if they fall forgotten into the drag of night.

Robert Klein Engler lives in Chicago and New Orleans. Born on the southwest side of Chicago, Robert taught many years at the City Colleges of Chicago. After resolving a Chicago Commission on Human Relations complaint against the City Colleges, which he wrote about in his book A WINTER OF WORDS, Robert went on to become an adjunct professor at Roosevelt University. Robert holds degrees from the University of Illinois at Urbana and the University of Chicago Divinity School. He has received 2 Illinois Arts Council awards for his poetry. Just google his name or click the links below to find his writing on the Internet.

Website: RobertKleinEngler.com

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Pecan Pie Poem by Andy Derryberry

Pecan pie

A confection of seduction

Born in innocence

Lovingly made

By sweet grandmothers

Of plain and harmless constituents

Without dangerous or illegal sources

But, oh, the longing

The desire for the pleasure

That awaits

It gains voice

And calls

“I am sweet

And pleasant

No harm, no wrong

Indulge

Its OK

Even better

Its right”

“Would you like a pie, young man?”

I swoon

Sure it”s a good cause

The seller a sweet little lady

But I buy because I must

And I disguise my need

My desire

For pecan pie,

A confection of seduction

By Andy Derryberry
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Make sense poem

Make sense this time
said the budding flower
get a life said the tree
make something of yourself said the pot
then they all died
except for the pot
who was made of death
and held the water carefully
as the bee landed on the lip
and said,
See my short life,
visiting the tree
and the flower
and the pot,
I have no time for poems
and I am more useful than you
for no one writes odes
to the poet who writes odes to me,
the bee

david michael jackson

Depression Poem by David Michael Jackson

DEPRESSION POEM

His elbow rests on his knee and his chin is in

the palm of his hand

he fights off the urge for another drink or

another smoke or

another anything else that might

pretend to ease

that craving that

sense of waiting

he wipes his forehead with his palm and wishes the answers were there

but they are not there or

anywhere else

Hemingway took the cowards way out

leaving me here to state it plainly

life has no answers for you, pal

answers are not what we are here

for

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Mistress of the Free/Lady Liberty Poem by Jim Schultz

Mistress of the Free/Lady Liberty

Verse 1

Mistress of the free
Shall we ever
see you as before
Guiding in the lost and cold
onto our eastern shore

May we ever
see your torch again
Or shall your light
be snuffed away by ruling men
By those who changed what you had been
into a threat
into a fear
for all who dared to hold you dear

Chorus

And we made of you
a beacon to
the hopeless and the poor
We lit your torch so all could see
the hope beyond our door
And though you held it oh so high
a symbol of the free
They turned your torch into a sword
for all the world to see

Verse 2

Lady Liberty
Shall your people
let their voices soar
Turning back their rulers course
away from endless war

Shall your people
cast their lot with you
Or shall we fail
and let the madness start anew
The madness of the ruling few
So those who rule
so those who war
may cower at your peoples roar

Chorus

And we made of you
a beacon to
the hopeless and the poor
We lit your torch so all could see
the hope beyond our door
And though you held it oh so high
a symbol of the free
They turned your torch into a sword
for all the world to see

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