Autumn ~ Carol L. Riser.
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Autumn:`
When the trees their summer
splendor
Change to raiment
Red and Gold,
When the summer moon
Turns mellow,
And the nights are cold;
When the squirrels hide
Their acorns,
And the woodchucks
disappear;
We know that it is Autumn.
Loveliest,
Season of the year. ~ C. L. R.
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P.S. Clocks get turned back.
enjoy hors d' oeuvres also.
I 'robbed' this poem from Bernie Prince farm web site @ FRESHFARM Markets Newsletter. Nora Pouillon will be @ :`Columbia River Gorge in Washington State. Hi, Bernie Prince, Ann Yonkers, Eric Holder, etcetera. Have a happy appetite. Bon. Bye Bye. Bah. Ba Ba baba, Ba Ba karma, Bah.
There's a Baltimore Oriole in the red berry Holly Bush at the moment. She tweets. Sweet. This a pleasant poem for Amy MD, the so-called Medical professional teacher:`quack.
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and in my opine ... that's good luck. But, let's
not be superstitious.
@ 11:21:`bumpers are:`
Safe_Bet,
Manchu's sis,
Ash KW. bump.
Take Care bumpers.
Mennonites have bumpers.
Black bumper Mennonites.
Love black or bruise bump.
Great poem, thanks for sharing it here Art.
i do think it is humiliating to open salon in general, and to the editors specifically, that that cow makes cover every time.
i dont know why they are not ashamed.
and i do wish you just wouldn't click on her anymore. you cant teach her anything, and you cant learn anything from her. she is quite ill.
I went to one of her other websites and took the quiz "Are You Ovulating?" and learned, to my great relief, that I was NOT.
My wife was even happier.
These are strange times for writers. 25-y-o editors judging the work of 65-y-o writers instead of vice versa. People have to adjust. And women dominate the site, of course, so maybe the "editor" thinks women want to hear about women's health issues. As for as Dr. Amy deleting comments goes, why should she use her front page status to broadcast attacks? I think it's funny to needle her, but I wouldn't expect her to relay my needling to her readers.
I love this time of year, too!
Hip Hip Replace!
lovely.
aaaflack!
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and the leaves are making fools of themselves again...
dropping
like drunken ballerinas
to the hummus floor
..................
soft squishy hummus...
a freeze on her epidermis now.
she freezes over,
our gal.
zucchini spice breads, i'm baking it now, smell the clove, the cinnamon, the ginger...ah, yumm!
sigh,
lovely sight
At 7-11 a few minutes before Hippies and Heroes commented?
Oops.
You know who woke up early with her MD cohorts. She rolled into town on a pink donkey and blue dogs hawking some fake powdered blueberry Yoghurt.
Oy, and bad hawking,
and siblings ran away,
and folk began to smell!
People can smell a Fool!
Some smell like a Hippo!
Some appear as a dummy?
I mean:`Like Mannequins?
Some dress in shop window.
Some walk in a bra with nipples.
The battery windup is disgusting.
`
Oy, sores, runny noses, slaughter,
wars, Chicago poem - slaughters.
"Slaughter House of The World ."
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Remember that old poem? sigh.
`
I best behave.
Today is a farmer market @ heehaw:`
The White House.
Thanks for the feed.
I get inner nourished.
I wish You a blessings.
I love certain gestures.
`
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
`
William Carlos Williams wrote it.
He may read the MD's blogosphere?
Oh, Doc?
it don't rhyme with toot hoot kook coo.
Seriously,
We in a loon farm and share underwear.
When 'fruit of loons' get nasty pants, share.
Exchange underwear with good mule neighbor.
`
Zelda Fitzgerald wrote this:`
*
Nobody has ever measured,
even poets,
how much a heart can hold.
*
Athena, a long time ago,
placed these word in mortal lips.
*
Hold your anger gently. Transform.
Anger turns into sweet honeycomb.
*
The bee was taught by a MD? a naturalist?
Sir Edward Howard, the environmentalist?
Educated professors taught the bee colony?
Eight octagon storage beeswax comb is dumb?
Who taught a matriarchal colony to sip nectar?
Hereford moo cows? A peasant who plays flute?
The bald eagle? A firefly? A wise owl? Dung bugs?
The medical profession in the old days said this:`
Go to a barnyard and dig out non-digested corn.
My wife?
It was in a book titled:`None of These Diseases.
*
Discriminate. Make sure all advice is from healers.
Physicians care. Docs and lawyers are a 'dime a doz.'
*
In :`
"A Dialogue of Self and Soul"
`
that most feared fecund ditch of all,
The folly than man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul.
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O beware of audacious. A ... Maude Gonne?
O sigh sad,
O insinuate ... AmyTeuterMD is not heroic.