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    Fall Leaves Cast Into The Whispering Wind
    Fall Leaves Cast Into The Whispering Wind
    Fall Leaves Cast Into The Whispering Wind
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    Fall Leaves Cast Into The Whispering Wind

    By H. L. Dowless

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    A collection of poems from the heart. This poetry is not only fleet spirit, but a saturation of the imagination.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherH.L. Dowless
    Release dateMay 23, 2017
    ISBN9781386822783
    Fall Leaves Cast Into The Whispering Wind
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    H. L. Dowless

    The author is an international ESL instructor. He enjoys outdoor activites and living on the edge. What he enjoys most of all is meeting new interesting people who happen to be his loyal reading fans.

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      Fall Leaves Cast Into The Whispering Wind - H. L. Dowless

      Contents

      Poems 1-15: The Raven’s Herald  pg. 1-21

      Poems 15-30: Dance Of The Black cats  pg. 21-39

      Poems 30-45: Phantom Of The Pantomime pg. 39-55

      Poems 45-60: My Flowers To Jeanie  pg. 55-74

      Poems 60-75: My Revelation  pg. 74-91

      The Raven’s Herald

      ––––––––

      Those voices on the wind doth speak,

      offering forth their unwanted words of instruction,

      speaking in meanings designed to render my resisting will weak,

      compelling me deeply into their dark seduction.

      ––––––––

      Behold thee mortal, saith one in a wheezing whine,

      "we cometh unto thee like a force that one may never comprehend,

      for it is us who ride into our Stygian assent. Feel the power of the dark nine!

      From our demands ye may never make an amend.

      Bow unto our will in humble submission or forever pine

      for you peaceful attends!"

      I hath sworn by oath to resist, said I unto the winds.

      "Unto thy will, I may only reply in my own demand

      for thee to move away from me and on into other ends,"

      I replied unto the unseen presence that felt closest at hand.

      Fine, replied the voice back toward my spill, Have it as you will, then.

      ––––––––

      The following day as I carried on in my usual way,

      the supervisor called me back into the office, appearing not at all too happy,

      informing me of my termination as of mourning on that very day.

      Upon my inquire as to the reason why, his only response was rather shabby,

      telling me only that it was his choice to terminate, was the final say.

      ––––––––

      Three days later whilst I and the family was away at labor,

      four thieves pulled up into my drive in place,

      kicking in my door in search of items to pander,

      compelled by their addictions to occultist herbs in multiple ways.

      ––––––––

      " Dost thee now not feel compelled to attend unto our demands

      for thy participation in the ways of dark sin," inquired the seventh

      voice upon the wind?

      ––––––––

      No not now nor ever, I replied.

      "Move on from me unto another,

      bother him with your evil compulsions that make him bitter

      in your despise.

      What so ever it is that you choose to do,

      just leave me be," I replied.

      Very well, the voice whined, when there is blame for misfortunes anew,

      then the only one to hold responsible is you.

      ––––––––

      Some nine days later I get a notated call

      for me down at the police station,

      from where I was directed into a dark hall

      toward an isolated room for interrogation.

      So it appeared, some unnamed demon possessed damsel

      had accused me of that base offense engendering extreme repudiation.

      Though I immediately inquired as to her name, but still

      I was blatantly denied that right or knowing since there existed no

      binding declaration.

      There is no benefit in shedding tears,

      as I was so crassly informed,

      the penalty here for your crime is more than ten years...!

      ––––––––

      So here it is that I sit in sulk and weary misery

      as I wallow in chains on the cold damp dungeon floor.

      Still I hold dear my forthright soul and deep inside my spirits are coarsely cheery...,

      even though my mortal feet may never walk among the gardens of men no more...

      Down At The Old Mid-Way

      ––––––––

      Tonight is the night,

      my desire shall have it's own way,

      the one still standing with the most might

      shall carry the greatest sway.

      I am here to tell you boys that the bonfires will surely be a burning

      down at the old Mid-Way!

      Yea, the burgers there are cooking well

      and the lasses are all a smoldering hot.

      The latest chili is our best sell

      today,

      but hell..., sometimes that's all we've got,

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      The fried chicken can make a trucker smile,

      the rice and gravy goes down well on such a fine day.

      So come right on in and sit with us a while,

      down at the old Mid-Way!

      ––––––––

      Old Hank Williams is a playing on the Juke box

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      A shotgun and a pistol is all that the keeper has got

      to bear his weight,

      on this fine sunny day

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      ––––––––

      The whiskey peddlers are arriving

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      The schemers are all conniving,

      their will to be enforced as it may.

      I tell you boys, just as sure as the sun is going down,

      there is gonna be a big fight tonight

      down at the old Mid-Way...

      ––––––––

      Soon the bonfire is a roaring out back,

      the johns are all a scoring in their sacks;

      the pig is a roasting on the rack,

      the howling wolves are a gathering in their packs,

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      ––––––––

      The lightning is a flowing thickly tonight,

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      Duke just put a razors edge on his Barlow knife;

      last light it caused four to fall hopelessly into their lonesome woods grave

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      ––––––––

      Seven jumped Duke and JR in this brawl.

      Duke ripped one more twice with his razor edged knife,

      whilst all of the others had a free-for-all,

      down at the old Mid-Way.

      ––––––––

      The schemer poured gallons of blood

      before his body hit the floor..;

      from his gut blood squirted like water from a hose in a flood,

      and none of the rest wanted any more

      on this night

      down at old Mid-Way.

      The Weight Of Years

      ––––––––

      Time knoweth not any strangers.

      Unto those who lie and think that he has forgotten,

      their bodies and minds may continue on in silent danger,

      until the very best he has been allotted.

      ––––––––

      Thus do ye feel the dryness in thine eyes?

      This feeling should accompany the one in thy hair.

      Do ye feel the morning stiffness in thy thighs?

      These feeling are all a part of the timeless game, so please don't despair.

      All of these feeling shall intensify with every coming sunrise.

      ––––––––

      Does thy mind dwell on those past times divine,

      when all of life's experiences were adventurous and good?

      Do ye consistently find thyself always for those days a

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