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~~~ Autumn Falls ~~~

Updated on August 14, 2015

~ " Days " - The Kinks ~

~"Golden Brown" -The Stranglers ~

~ Autumn Falls ~

V1/ Monotone silence,

Gestures fresh, living theatre;

The soundtrack, that today,

Has learned to adhere to.

Reality will keep,

Your dreams safe, when you weep;

And soothe, heavy hearts,

When blurred lenses, must sleep.

V2/ A patter of raindrops,

Swift gust of a gale;

Horizon, a-grey,

Nimbostratus must bail.

Denizens of air,

Floating aimless, but true;

Squawking, and sailing,

Through aerial zoo.

V3/ Red hues, and deep blues,

Welcome night-weary eyes;

Shifting, and changing,

'Cross chilled, autumn skies.

Invisible attacks,

Impose monoliths of man;

Eroding and chaffing,

As best as they can.

V4/ Mesospheric storms,

Obey the edge of forever;

Gravity, reigns down,

'Pon the foolish, and clever.

Sheet sleet, and hail,

Bellowed thunder must crack;

Corral your morale,

When harsh nature fights back.

V5/ Flashed arrows, above,

Strike the steeple of love,

Though nothing to fear,

For the humble live here.

V6/ Anorexic branches;

Mourn dead, auburn leaves;

Crisp mounds must encircle,

Gnarled roots, of sad trees.

Acorns and chestnuts,

Hide earth's secret safe,

From unwelcome new snouts,

Which are roaming this place.

V7/ Helicoptered twizzles,

Felled lazy, old buds;

Doth kiss fertile ground,

With discernible thuds.

Camouflaged statues,

'Cealed, vertically virile;

A bushy-tailed sneak,

Hey, it must be a squirrel!

V8/ Clinging rough bark,

Whilst admiring the view;

Awaiting his cue,

'Till he's well rid of you.

Taupe-proud plumage,

Barely making a sound;

Wing-tipped stark bomb,

Swoops her meal from the ground.

V9/ Brave money-spiders,

Abseil tiny new soldiers,

'Gainst a stiff, autumn breeze,

That is full of, " I told ya's! "

A bobble-hatted banshee,

Screams curse of the season,

T'ward hen-pecked old hubby,

For the smallest of reasons.

V10/ Unnecessary abuse,

Strains a stressed, flagging marriage;

He bundles his bride,

Into dull, loveless carriage.

Hounds in the park,

Draught steals muddy-muzzled bark;

Then carries it, who knows now where?;

Greyhounds' a blur,

Race excuses in fur,

For the prize, of a tennis ball dare.

V11/ The owner dost send,

Their quick four-legged friend;

Panting, with tongue-flapping pace;

Merry furball returns,

After few twists, and turns,

Wearing a cute, dribbly, mad, dopy face.

V12/ My girl,

Throws a sweet, all-encompassing glance,


First rocket-fuelled dates;

Now we stroll, hand in hand,

Exit green, pleasant land,

Where her chariot, proudly awaits.



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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      WW.Thanks for your comment; it is also a representation of that bitter-sweet transition from an old relationship, to a new one; Autumn neither being very hot, nor very cold - the limbo period between two seasons of life.

      All the best;

      Romeo's Quill

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      Terry Chestnutt 4 years ago from Cleveland, Ohio

      My dreams have been good to when all else failed. You touch on the same in this poem. Nice. Thanks.

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you, LaThing; I'm glad that you enjoyed this lengthy read, and that you appreciate what this season has to offer, and how it reminds you of that.

      Have a marvelous weekend;

      Yours Sincerely,


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      LaThing 4 years ago from From a World Within, USA

      This is very touching, with a hint of sadness, beautifully painted with the colors of Fall! I love Fall..... The cool, crisp air, the colors, the feeling of something lost, something gained! As if the seasons are making a closer..... Your poem reminded me of all that and more.

      Voting up and everything .....

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thanks Isaac.

      All the best,


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      TDM 4 years ago from Welcome to my beautiful world, where magic is no longer a myth.

      R.Q. ,

      Great poem it was very elaborate. VOTED UP.

      I. White

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hey mabelhenry!

      Very succinctly said, and also seems reflective of a person's seasonal mood changes as well.

      Poetry is a great tool for condensing narrative verse, whilst hopefully heightening expressiveness, and perception for the reader.Its suggestive power, sound and meaning, in tandem with its literary techniques of structured meter, rhyme, imagery, and natural cadences, hopefully convey an imaginative, and vivid sense of experience.occasionally embodying lyrical beauty, and the structural perfection that we all strive for.

      Many thanks for reading, and have a lovely evening;

      Yours Sincerely,

      Romeo's Quill

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      mabelhenry 4 years ago from Harrisburlg, Pennsylvania

      Hi there "RomeosQuill" This poem depicts the emotion of the fall that takes place in autumn. It denotes and alludes to when the humanness realizes that summer has ended and the bareness and death of the terrestrial will soon prevail and the barrenness this atmospheric climatic change will produce. Autumn is a dignified season, yet it cries emptiness. You describe what you are saying in your own remarkable way, as does every poet. Poetry is a wonderful outlet for expression; we get to say what we feel and those who listen by reading, get to interpret and determine what does it speak to them.

      "Anorexic branches; Mourn dead, auburn leaves; Crisp mounds, encircle,

      Gnarled roots, of sad trees. Acorns, and chestnuts, Hide, earth's secret safe, From unwelcome new snouts, That are roaming this place." There is an element of sadness about autumn. That is why seasons are subject to change, and to bring with them their own natural variations. Peace.

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thanks WL; you're very kind, and glad you liked it.

      I see you've published a few more episodes of your gripping short story - I must catch up! : )



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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      This was a good poem for me too as it is kind of cool here on a June day in Minnesota. Beautifully written and awesome as always. Voted it up!