THE FALL OF THE DYING LEAFAWOKY

I don't know why but I just go mimsy for Jabberwoky poems, this is one of mine-


'Twas fall in the year,
Two cats that snored
Did rise to drink
And dinny eat in unison
Mostly in accord,
Their meal slightly
Less than venison.
"Beware the Season,
My children!
Breath that chills the air,
The browning blade!
Beware the early twilight's din!
The frumpy dead leaves; evade!"
They took their warning
In pawful playful hand:
For long time
The high crimson
And rusty leaf
Was eagerly sought--
But rested they then
In kitty dreamland,
And dreamed awhile of nought.
And for that while
In daydreamy thought
They did drool.
The Leafawoky,
With colored eyes aflame,
Came casting dead leaves
Into a clear pool,
And snickering
And snackering
as he came!
One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The Leafawocky stood,
Borne the final proof
Now alas, the summer
Hath he fell away, aloof
And all bright colors with him
Did then go "poof".
"And hast thou seen
The Leafawoky this day?
Come to my arms,
My beamish cats, enjoy!
O Glorious day!
But winter's to pay,
For autumn is
But winter's sneaky decoy!"
'Twas full winter now,
Two cats that snored
Did rise to drink
And dinny eat in unison:
Mostly in accord,
Their meal slightly
Less than venison.

Today it's Autumn

I wake
Rub my eyes
As blurry visions
Cringe from crusty
Corners washed by tears
My eyes red from night burn
Reflect grey early morning sky
I feel congenial benediction within
As we suffer the eminent death of leaves
The world looks more than man can destroy.
A red squirrel’s fur gathers at the gutter
Mist circles the quiet Storm Petral pool
Soon bereft beneath a leafless tree.
Across the way in a rusty barrow
Pungent exhales of burnt wood
Flat grey ash flickers on air.
Ink-stained hands of a boy
Flicks a tabloid fish wrap
Racing inclement haste
To share a headline
With ourselves
Day begins.

FALL

Solomn birds attend court
To the street lady screaming
At a desolate dying tree.
Pigeons nervously avoid her.
Caramel leaves dance near her feet.
Blackbirds hopping back and forward
Ridicule her, while the autumn sun
That touches her with frail heat
Passes tribunal indifference

AUTUMN

Butterflies have met their match
In wind swept falling leaves.
Bright swirls of autumn colors
Defy the shifting breeze.

Cloudless skies of sapphire blue
Trees ruby red and gold
Cold crisp nights with brilliant moon
And stars a thousand fold.

Soon the leaves will reach the ground
Where they’ll decay and die.
The butterflies will feel the chill
And southward they will fly.

Soon winter clouds with snow and ice
Will cover the terrain.
But with spring and summertime
The cycle starts again.

The Truth of Lies

A lie is quick

Yet shies from light.

A truth is patient

And always right.

Live with fear

Live with pain,

Heavy choices

For one will remain.

Tell the truth

Hurt your friends.

Tell a lie

And friendship ends.

This is the burden

Life does plead

We choose one

And back our deed.

As once we stood

At the promised land

Our judgement is met

With God's hand
So tell your tales
Spread your lies
Live with fear
As honor dies
Nothing remains
For a dishonest soul
Who hides from light
In nights shadowy fold
To share imagination
And speak ones dream’s
Is not the same
As a liar’s schemes
The truth is there
In every shameful lie
Just beneath
The fabricators cry.
The lie is quick
It fears the light
The truth is painful
Yet always right.