The Leaves & Arrivals Autumn Word Jam

[jimboloco]

you can afford t bee dumberl!
not everyone can do this as a lifestyle!
my golden age is gonna be spent
on a treadmill of tyme
waiting for a mawning wid
mousey in my dreams
unless ya gets to her first
an seduces her wid yer
shakin spears
an (h)airy ways!

leaves falling
hopes sighing
gotta doo what ya gotta dooo

[Doreen Peri]

this is a fall jam

just as the days
get shorter,
so do the jams

short and sweet!

as i enter the autumn
of my years, i become
endeared to times past,
remembering longer days
and the way love once
seemed to last forever

[Doreen Peri]

and soon we will bid fall adieu
and welcome winters chill
as now i say so long to you
until next time..... until



thanks for playing, you all

enjoyed!

[jimboloco]

leaves falling in florita
blowing smoke on th buddha
go sweep th deck!

[judih]

my oz runneth over
hot sand sparkling with heavy humidity
shower toes, thinking of mud

[Doreen Peri]

by popular request (aka jimbo's request )
we have unlocked the jam~!

thank you, sir!

...........

if a leaf falls on the deck
and there's nobody there to see it fall,
does that mean there's no need to sweep?

[jimboloco]

wish it were so
perennial falling leaves
florita!
gonna buy some floating solar rings
fer th poool
keepin it warm
tai chi in autumn
th canadians come down
with their sweaters and assured smiles
keepin it warm

[what me worry?]

as i enter the autumn
of my years, i become
endeared to times past

hey you a hot babes, ma'aam

[RJ]

And what if those leaves never returned?
What if this was the last time we would see them alive?
If I'm not mistaken, we are portraying their essence through words.
So we do know what we have.
We have to let them go, only hoping they have the same love.
For us.
We shall stay our courses, on which we are passengers. . .

[mousey1]

good advice, RJ
keep your eyes upon the fallen leaves
in their splendour they'll always rain

stay the course
but of course the vessel
unmanned
is caught by the tide
and willy nilly sails

may the island we land upon leave us not wanting

[mousey1]

Ha, jimbo, ha ha.


mousey be an old thing by then
not worth the sitting
the pen and paper ink drip drip drip
drying on the crinkled yellowed walls of sighing
for the might-have-beens

mousey be an old thing then
rocking back and forth on the memories
smiling

it's a ride
this life
all the wait
want
all the try try trying
all the dull aches
the sympathies
the shoulda woulda coulda dreams
all the floundering

and of course the eventual dying
though the spirit always young

[the flaming ace]

say it ain't so, msssssy!