November Wildlife

Do you yearn for any someone,
walking city street or country lane?

Does rough wind sweep gold rust past you,
As quickly as a train?

I am this tiger wrought of autumn's fallen
Claws that spark like flint and steel;

A beast of pure desiring
That knows your heart, and how you feel.

Now peering from the gutter
Gazing through the brush

You, my tender prey
Oblivious beside the bush

Lost in imagination as if in Dacia
Or perhaps, the Hindu Kush.

But I am there
As you spy sugar garnet maple,

and think of syrup sweet,
your staff of life, your staple.

Taken by the color, brush it 'gainst your vest
To dry and clean it, press it to your chest.

At once that five point leaf, it is my paw,
velvet strong tender, which no one ever saw.

Gripping you gingerly, to start a fire
Your tinder gasp is my proof in time,

Of an autumnal meeting
Our harvest love sublime.

Orange

I think there is no finer fruit, Than the humble orange, You can turn it into juice, Or make a flavoured lozenge.

Always there with your quick wit
Ready to lend a helping hand
So young and full of life
Now in someone else's hands

When last I saw your face
We said goodbye to your mother
Now I must say goodbye to you
Alongside of your brother

I wish I'd said more often
How much you meant to me
I made sure last time we spoke
Somehow that gives me peace

I think I hear some music
Coming from the skies above
I know your there with Mom & Dad
Please send up my love.

A is for Atomic-bomb, in its Radioactiv glory.
B is for Bomb, exploding is its thing.
C is for Cluster bomb, and the shards it makes.
D is for Dynomite, count to ten and then Kaboom!
E is for Electricprod , the ones you use at cattle.
F is for Flame thrower, all crisp and ripe.
G is for Grenade, just throw away the pin.
H is for Howitzer Artillery at its best.
I is for Incinirary-grenade, the Pyromaniacs friend.
J is for Jackhammer, Shotgun of the day.
K is for Kalaznikov, Automatic rifle.
L is for Laser, High presicion death-ray.
M is for Missile, like a rocket only faster.
N is for Napalm,the fire in the sky.
O is for Ozelot , anti Aircraft system.
P is for Plasma rifle, your legs will turn to goo.
Q is for Quhab, some sort of Hand spike thing.
R is for Rocket Launcher, one shot and its away.
S is for Smart-bomb, the ones that never miss.
T is for The Tomahawk, it really makes your day.
U is for Uzi, takes your friend away.
V is for the V2, old but still works fine.
X is for Xl-9 A stainless steel Pistole.
Y is for Yari, spearlikepickfork thing.
Z is for Zulfikar, big great tank above.

HAHAH! i got it to work! Yay!

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Orange

You know what i have found? that my verse is bound, by that "orange" sound! And yet this is profound a poem of that round zesty fruit that's crowned the poet's nightmare fruit.

in my diary....don't remember writing them...but they are neat
Thought I would share them...then I'll get to work on my poem entitled..." Random thoughts of a village"
:)
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Changing dreams of what is
Praying for what's to be
Seeing the past as it was
Only truth can be.
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Claustrophobia, Anarchy
Fear of loosing
Lead the way

Pain and anger, love me tender
Fear of leaving
Here to stay
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Beneath the bough of a tree
Atop a grassy knoll
Having dreams of tomorrow
I pray for my soul

I open wide my eyes
And gaze into the past
I see visions of the future
And ask for them to last
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Well...talk to you later

Ever and always
Me

Always questioning sincerity
From an unmanageable blunder
This unnerving introspection
Gives you cause for wonder

Fear not my angel
I mean no harm
No mistaken intentions
Just keep me warm

Isolated from feeling
Please....no more pain
I wonder..have all of my words
Been comletely in vain ?

I suppose the real question is..
Who's questioning who?
What I need an honest answer to
While we're dancing this dance...
Do you really believe I deserve that chance?