November

[PoliticalChic]

No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits
no flowers, no leaves, no birds! -
November! By Thomas Hood

 

[Mad_Cabbie]

November was the time that my ex wife and I feel in love, now it just kind of sucks.

Your image reigns...
September 4, 2013 at 6:13pm

your image reigns in my reeling brain


the trapped words swirl about


like a sad and tangled creature


screeching beneath a storm of silence


It is in this place


that I sit


and gaze upon the smouldering embers


ah, they burn such long shadows


like the sadness


that will not allow me occasion to forget.



The Mad Cabbie.

 

[Mad_Cabbie]

to mingle with happenstance
September 3, 2011 at 8:22pm

my heart burdensome
wit th' ponderousness of a titan star
alas, there cometh a tide
whence i shine too luminously
needing th' oneness
that i nary found
in my frozen and abandoned hearth



i set forth a pillar o' fire
to consume th' wickedness
an th' intrepid force
that tugs at th' edges
of my mournful burden



i abide for thee
an thy rollicking smile
tho i feel my lif slither
i conjure thee with smoke
an candles
an ride th' good intentions
neath th' yellow moon
floating nigh on th' aether.



time be trapped
in magnificent sullenness
like th' slacken words

of a drowning spirit
i doth allow it to suspend
ta mingle with happenstance



wretchedness overcometh me
prostrate to mine inequity
i have no remainin' design
an my resolve hath
cast an incantation
of wretched falseness
that tangle it's tragic form.

 

[Sallow]

I've thrown away my toys,
Even my drums and trains,
I want to make some noise,
with real live airplanes.
Some day I'm going to fly,
I'll be a pilot to,
and when I do,
how would you,
like to be my crew?

On the good ship
lollipop
its a sweet trip
to the candy shop
where bon-bon's play,
on the sunny beach
of peppermint bay
Lemonade stands,
everywhere
crackerjack bands,
fill the air,
and there you are,
happy landings on a chocolate bar.
See the sugar bowl
do a tootsie roll
in a big bad devils food cake,
if you eat too much,
oh, oh,
you'll awake,
with a tummy ache.

On the good ship
lollipop
its a nice trip,
in to bed you hop,
and dream away,
on the good ship
lollipop

 

[Nosmo King]

November when the sky is the color of shucked oysters, the last of the leaves have been blown from the trees and the daylight lasts as long as a flash bulb. November when the winds turn from west to north drying out and bringing icy rains all in the same gusts. November when veterans squeeze into uniforms fitted for a much younger man and try hard to remember the order arms command as they pay tribute in the town square. November when turkeys are roasted, parades are held, football is played and then folks trample each other to get a bargain on the hot toy of the year.

There's a lot to like about November, and a lot to dread.

 

[Sallow]

There once was a man from Nantucket..

 

[skye]

“The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.”


Lance Morrow