Shall we meet December soon?

November is just for a week.

Shall we meet a new moon?

Will you show me the trick?

What have I noticed at my age?

The time flies, New Year comes.

I'll write carefully a new life page,

A page will be without any harms.

The time of the year suddenly changes,

I had no time to see many stranges.

I hope that my heart will be...

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November has come with its moods,

The trees were naked in the woods.

The time has come to think about dears

So they could live life without any fears.

The rains wash the streets at this time.

The colorful trees decorate the streets.

Autumn charms anyone at any clime.

Autumn greets anyone she meets.

So what that November has come?

If you feel the ...

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November is a photographer
           dressed in brown,
Taking images of
            Trees bare and grass sere,
            Lost twilight and
                       day’s bleak sun,
           Squirrels hoarding acorns,
           Geese veering south.

           Cornucopias of apples, tangerines,
                         ears of corn, of squash,
           Crock of savory chicken soup,
...

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Old honest mirror of rage in hollow darkness

Echoes, echoes of truth vibrating in unison,

Safe soft echoes

Ben Hur burst through the door

Of the high class restaurant in his

Chariot of obscurity

Covered in dust, some of the books died

In the silence during lockdown

The great book escape

Observe her hardened humanity.

Taxman swimming through the forgotte...

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A November Haunting

Halloween

Has come and gone

Leaving us with its

Vicious little demons

The howling wind

Screaming down the chimney

Like a banshee

Brittle twigs

Whipping along the windows

tiny scratching claws

of desperation

A wolf howl

Through the eaves

The cloying damp touch

Of dead leaves

Ice cold drizzle

Down th...

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November begins on a point of tension

Now the political stuff 

I'll not even mention

Mercury retrograde has just begun

It can make a fool of anyone

You might be misunderstood

It could cause a delay

People from your past

May come back your way

Mars and Pluto in the boxing ring

Watch out for trouble

If you've had a secret fling

November 8th will touch your soul

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Cheshire housewife buys her Hereafter Insurance,

Works hard for nativity with port and gin

Our truth is, success means excess.

Then lies were common in family life

Waiting, hiding, broken, when when true

As your eyes sparkle through Mona Lisa smiles

And lies of untruth spoken words

Housewife with her gin

And tonic gives Santa a good

Time!

Heavy Mon...

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Gossip is simmering internal fathoms deep

So crazy for you I’m petrified by love

Witches watch the children cry,

As the jazz man freezes at what is here,

The Tesco Ghost floats like a butterfly

But gets stung by a speeding lorry

Freezing weapons like bullets

Then swallows wanting to come home

Crazy one-upmanship,

Leaves no more to be said

Frozen in...

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Each November we are reminded, watching poppies fall...

Each represents a life surrendered answering duty's call.

And later, in the weeks that follow, when snowflakes fill the sky,

The mind is filled with thoughts of those whose lives had soon passed by.

Each fleeting flake a forfeited future deprived of its true worth -

And like the poppies - sent to fall and fade back in the earth...

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One cold and wet November day
I want to hear you shout and scream
to tell me clear and loud
to go away, to go away, to go away
to leave and go away
to leave and go away
Instead you said
please don't go
please stay, don't go away
Instead you told me not to go
please don't go, don't go away
please stay, please stay, please stay

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And so as nothing leads to nothing

and your weary eyes

leaves turn golden then they fall

grasping for the past

An old tramp in the corner

monument of life

you used to own the whole world too

benches for thrones, friends to trust

All is gone yet you still live

bursting with sweet love

Love of golden fallen leaves

- that is what you've...

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