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november’s song

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 20, 2016 by bradford graham west

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares;

//

the loud news of the world

soaks into the skyscrapers above;

but here, in the late October fields

the world still turns but the pollution fades away,

never mind what the screen says!

printed words in a book warms

as the chilled flakes of snow fall slowly

upon an unspoken ground the cold blanket covers.

//

she says she feels better in my arms,

i hold her tight the pain fades away.

the morning sun was delayed

while the silence of the morning frost covered.

death is a hard act to follow!

i laid there as she slept,

falling for her soul once again.

still in her last breath, dreams were built

and filled in canyon grooves.

//

thoughts are like leaves of autumn that dangle

and fall like sand in an hour-glass.

a poor man’s blood

splattered and smeared over the ground

lays there dying

as his pockets get picked.

a red wine toast to a bon voyage

setting sail to another ship!

simplicity lives

all with deep complicity;

hand in hand

ocean waves kiss the land!

//

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares

c. 2016 bgw

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and in today’s news….

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2015 by bradford graham west

to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

american holiday mix drink toast,

raise your glasses and let ourselves roast.

take heed to the news that rapes our emotions,

natural disasters make for a false front for needed national answers.

“and in today’s news,

the media molds your mind like paper mache…,

details at eleven…”

 

and yet to all who breathes

and to all who leaves;

each day we wake,

and each day we take.

and as we forget,

we sometimes forfeit.

 

 

 

c. 2015  bgw