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Homemade pie,
warm, sugar sweet, and charming,
my breath is taken.
~
Away from hometown,
Friends and teachers to get along,
Call home via a phone.
~
College is much fun,
when dignity feeds mind
in homely brand.

To Susan Constantin Who Has Just Went To Heaven On October 5, 2012, Friday Night!

Comfort and Autumn Flowers 4 Susan

Poem by Peter Curto

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You
            Are the
                                    Rain of spring,
            The
                                    Fire of summer;
            You are the
            Synthesis
            Of
            Saint and sinner:
                                                            (I will bring
                                                            Sad flowers
                                                            To your bower)
            And you will mystify me                                                                                                    
            With your
            Myth of auburn;

            For October is your occultist,
            Calling me with
            Kettle and flame
                                    To
                                    You
                                    Brew.

October Spirits

October Is Disability, Diversity, Mental Health Awareness Month,

!!!!!

Help people learn about how to avoid the sadness by handing out information

to newly married or expecting couples, or go to places 

where you can meet disabled individuals and 

know what they think or do to fulfill their life...

Also, organize concerts, seminars, or book readings to 

relevant groups to 

show your love and knowledge in these issues...

Happy October!

Simple Wondering: Where Will My Soul Be!

Will my soul be outside me,
haunting the deserted place, like a tree?
.
Will it be in woods,
Chasing ghosts and breaking rules?
.
Will it be around oceans warmed by the sun?
will I touch the water and sense the divine.
.
Will it be around stars that are far away?
Will I inversion it in my dreams, day by day?
.
Oh, where, where is my soul that would lead me?
I wish to travel high and low, to view the Godly glow.

Love Is...

Chasing Rainbow By Jude Underwood

 

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)

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Love is
A rain of cello strings
In the wind,
.
The mind’s cake
Sliced evenly,
.
The old faithful
Springing at the heart of light.
.
Deep in dark waters
unlocked lips, sunlit lurking.
.
A castle,
Not of rocks but snowy clouds beyond
The reach of earth,
.
One single expression
to the unfrenzied space,
.
The sips of honey near the cabinet
The bite into bread again.