Autumn Ghosts

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.The dark is here
day has gone to sleep
slight is the frost… sharp is the air
mist gathers
unfurling across the night
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Memories of summer are faint and few
dead leaves flying
autumn confetti on the wind
comes to life in airy delight
dances… spins and whirls
creepy crabs on pavements… roads
crackles confident and wild
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All hallows it is tonight
dark shadows shape and shift
reform… transform
shy silhouettes flicker and flash
barely seen at all
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Ghouls and ghosts in limbo
zombies of the not quite dead
witches cackle at traffic wardens
parking broomsticks on double yellow lines
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Skeletons
skip down alleys
jack – o’- lanterns shine the way
beckoning with bony fingers
inviting a ghoulish crowd

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“Join us and unite
lets all have a ball
in this crazy chilling night”

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This is the celebration of souls
where the other side shivoos
in the streets … over roof tops
or right in your back yard

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But at number 54… Hill Tree Road
from the bedroom of a little one
sounds of mum and dad
talking softly on the way to sleep
brings a sigh of relief

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Cosy toes
tucked into a soft warm bed
safe in the company of teddy
home is real… ghosts are not
eerie things are no more
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Where are the skipping skeletons?
The cackle of broomstick witches?
Zombies and shape shifting shadows?
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Nowhere!
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Stories one day to be told
fantastic imaginings
from the mind of a clever child
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Now only sounds of dry leaves blown
a chilly misty night… an empty road
shadows disappear
autumn ghosts have surely run away

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.Picture: The Monster Under The Bed – Deviantart
Halloween Ghost Wallpaper : Desktop Nexus

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Speak With Conviction!

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Man Of A Thousand Faces Regina Spektor

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The Mummers – Cherry Heart

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Seventeen’s a lucky number
Years that I’ve been in slumber
I’ll fall into a newborn day

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I begin to see in sepia
I want to play piano ♪ ♫ ♪
I cook creole and make my own rules

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It’s a case of broken identity
when you’re made for the 21st Century
It takes one strike to break a cherry heart ♥

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Tokenistic
pleasures come and go
Lookin down on the streets of Soho
made up with nowhere to go

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I begin to see in sepia
I want to play piano ♪ ♫ ♪
I cook creole and make my own rules

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It’s a case of broken identity
when you’re made for the 21st Century
It takes one strike to break a cherry heart ♥

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A Man I’ve Never Known

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Vanilla flowers in the air
I’m dancing and flying
returning to you
elevated on hummingbird wings
dreaming things not there
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….you are not
the man I used to know
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Love me at midnight
the soul that bleeds will heal
love me by day
I’ll be your dragon
set you ablaze
leave you to the shadows
to lick your eternal wounds
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…..you will be
the man I remember
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If I lend my soul
I’ll be radiant in love
you will be king
the queen of broken hearts
shall be no more
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….and you will not be
the man I remember
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Suspicion says
my eyes
have been drenched in honey
you are fine and strong
all is sugar sweet…..
ivy shades my ears
and I am unsure
of what truth is
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….you are the man I’ve never known

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.Picture: Ivy look – Deviantart

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Kate Bush was the one who turned my mind to poetry at age 14.  Her fascinating lyrics were words that got me thinking deeper, way beyond the average pop song of the 1980’s!

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Phenomenal Woman – Maya Angelou

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

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Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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I’m amazed at the confidence of this poem!  I don’t consider myself not to be a confident woman, but it would never have occurred to me to write a poem in this way.  And if it had crossed my mind, I probably would have dismissed the idea as self important.  And yet when I read it, or hear it spoken – I love it! 🙂  I guess the words of this poem must reveal something lacking in my confidence.  Poetry in one way or another can be so revealing!

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A few days ago when I was out shopping, some of the lines of this poem went through my mind.  Inwardly it made me smile, and I’m sure I walked on that pavement just a little more cheerful! 😀

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Maya Angelou
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Here are some other phenomenal women!

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Picture ➡ In my universe where storms run – Deviantart

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