TURNING TO LOVER
*COLD AS ICE*
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for: ABC contest
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Sometimes we are hurt, but we get to heal,
Sometimes we are low, but we sooner get the zeal,
Sometimes we fail, but we still get to sail,
And when we are through, and all the times gone,
Then we get to know, that our strong will,
Always defeats these times, and we keep going,
For we are strong.
We miss some times, once they are gone,
For they were times, that made us glow,
For they were times, that made us who we are,
We long for some times, though they are gone,
For they were times, that cheered our hearts,
But still we go on, time after time,
May be, some times will come again,
To cheer us once again, like those times gone.
Atmospheric blizzard chills downrightly entire field
Gelid herbage in jeopardy
keeps lengthening mortal numbness
On poignant quietude
raging snow threatens unprotected vegetation
Wintry Xmas... yonder zest
Footnote: Yonder as distant, separated in space or coming from or going to a distance.
Autumn brings cooler days
Effusing fiery golden hues
, , ,,
Arctic bubbles caressing dusk,
evanescent froths gather hearts
illuminating jeweled kisses; lovers
making nudges of pleasure quietly…
razzle-dazzle! Snowdrops twinkle upon
vibrant winter xeroxing youthful zings!
Yasmin Khan’s Snow ABC Contest
by nette onclaud
Quite silly to
Birds on the hill
Water and stone not
Not the rule
And no smiling
In south and breeze
And the dissolute
No one else to turn
Also fell in
But are persistent
The wrath of Heaven
With the integration
of tikatik ...
And the plains.
And also quite tired
In nearly depleted
Cause stubborn and
In shy grass
And shoots beyond.
Among those in
The brilliance of
And blaze of
Heat of dawn,
In the world of the
In the air
To spread scattered,
And love dancing
Adjoining the thirst
And mystery machine
Over the world
show the moon
Stare and think,
A light wind
In promising fields!
At night reign
The day head,
And the rainbow
Eager to sit
Notes and stars
On the strength of
And not widows anode
The rose and leaf
Despair is running
Ends the storm!
Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1
Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires
Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties
Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions
Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions
Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets
Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds
Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones
< Artist Brushstroke Creating Decembers Elite Frost
God Handed Imagery Justication Keeping Longevity
Making Novelist Opt Painting Quest Really Strong
Taking Utmost Vigrous Wealthy Xanthochroi
Snow ABC Contest
Are the Ones You Miss
Autumn brings cold darkness
Enveloping fog gathers
Hanging in joyless khaki
Leaves mound noiselessly
Offering people quiet rustles
Should the unsuspecting vegetation
Whirl xcitable-as-a young zephyr
Please excuse the minor indescretion on the last line :)
Another blizzard covers December
Enveloping fields--golden hills,
Inviting January's kaleidoscopic luminescence.
Moonlit night--opulent playful quivers.
Rolling sparkling terraces unfold--
Vivid, white, xilinous--
We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.
We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.
We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.
Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells.
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.
Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.
From the moment I sleep
to the moment I wake
From the moment of death
to the moment of birth
It wasn't the amount of breaths I took that ment i lived,
it was the amount you took away.
Death never came on swift feet for me.
It came on the wind pushing me off the cliff blowing in my ear,
Pushing thoughts in my head
Throwing my emotions stronger than any hurricane
Your sweet voice carried on a soft breeze
It speaks to my heart in rhyme
It can even pick me out of before to now
and throw me back in time
Every moment I see you I gasp.
Knowing you don't have to put effort in for me
to collapse from your beauty,
Hoping the next time I do you give me the kiss of life.
tell the next breath i tack......
I plurm and glorp with every breath
My existence defies and deifies death
I splurp and glomph amongst your days
Indistinguishable from mud and haze
I slig and slorg, a dark breamy blaze
with unctuous vim I sleam through your days
and go about my large gorptious ways
Slimy, I slawl in shades of grey
leaving glossful drippings to mark my way
and make your life gang aft agley
as I spream and slorl in spurious ways
and glurm and gleep with hideous gaze
I sleam and glort in vorptious dark ways
‘Til you come undone
And my sporphing’s won!
My job’s complete – I’ve sprunked your flaze
My job is done, I’ve gronked your days!
A bitterly cold day entered.
Front gathered hard -- imagine jagged knives.
Looks more northerly, opined pundits,
Quite raw -- snow tires useful.
Very wondrous; xerophytes yearning zocalo.
There's a certain chill in the air,
Surrounding us all everywhere
Brown, yellow, orange, and red,
Leaves are swirling over head
Shorter and colder during the day,
Means that Winter's not far away
Pumpkins and apples are all around,
For when it's Fall they abound
Ghosts and goblins appear too,
Wanting to try and frighten you
I really love the season of Fall,
It's my very favorite one of all
After blizzards crystals develop,
Extraordinary fluffs glisten.
‘Xploring youthful zeal.
by: Sabina Nicole
Angel’s Breath Crystallized,
Dazzling, Every Flake Glints Heavenly Innocence,
Lacey Miracles Navigate Open Planes,
Quietly Raid Sepulchral Terrains,
Unblemished, Vestal Whiteness
Exemplifying Yowling Zones.
By Cyndi MacMillan
For Yasmin's SNOW ABC Contest.
Coldest season of winter
With snowy fall
Rays of golden sunlight
On a summer season
Falling of leaves
By autumn season
Pretty flower blossoms
With twittering birds
Of the spring season
All seasons with their specific beauty
Makes the world beauty.
It’s almost midnight
On All Hallow’s Eve
And I’m here to seduce,
Entrance and deceive
Tonight I come calling,
a nightmarish creature –
You’ll cling to the stories
You’ve been told by your preachers
Who tell you that ghouls
Are all in the mind,
But watch out for my presence
Creeping and crawling,
I live for this night –
I’m a monster most hideous,
My first name is Fright
I’m the truth of your nightmares,
The terror is sheer
And scaring you senseless
Fills me with cheer
I’m the presence
Who inhabits your dreams
I’m alive in your deep,
I exist to appall you,
Immerse you in fear
And my day of wakening
Is now, it’s right here
This one night in autumn
I visit from hell
Where I have been watching you,
I know you quite well
I’ve waited so patiently
For this Halloween
So I can show you my real face,
Gaunt, slimy, green
When you first lay your eyes
On the terrible me,
You’ll know I’m black evil,
But won’t believe what you see
Shapeless and hopeless,
I do not exist
In the time-space continuum
In which you persist
My lips aren’t quite white,
My cheeks smeared with rouge
My hair’s writhing reptiles,
My nails twisted and curled
My breath stinks of Hades –
I’m so not of your world
I slither through shadows,
I suck the life from your dreams
I slurp up your terror
And munch on your screams
You can shutter your windows
Padlock each door
You still won’t be safe –
I’ll rise up through your floor
At midnight, I’ll seize you
And drag you away –
You’ll never see the light
Of All Hallow’s Day
Time will tell
into the night
a lonely birthday....
As billowing clouds drape endlessly, flurries gently hover indelibly;
jovial kids leave mom's nest, outside playing, quickly racing snowfall,
tumbling under vigilant watch, eXperiencing youth zealously.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 10, 2012
for Snow ABC Contest (Yasmin Khan)
Across the Swiss and Austrian Alps
brutal gusts steadly blow,
calling for heavy snowflakes
dancing as lost butterflies...
falling as summer's lonely stars.
Ginger bread smells good,
honey in tea is superb;
I inhale the steamy swirls that
jackrabbits love to smell.
Kaffe Klatsch is strong
lurching through their nostrils,
making them too hyper.
Northern Italy's wooden shacks
over the wide, frigid vallies...
point to a warmer South
quiet only at evening or night.
Roam as deer on snowy slopes,
stunning is the alpine scenery:
trees as tall as redwoods
ululate louder than hungry wolves...
vulnerable to snowdrifts' attacks.
Watch the skiers having fun,
xelophones making music,
yummy polenta being eaten...
zealous alpinists singing.
Fall is friend of hold
Winter friend of hope
So cling to heart
Spring friend of heart
Rehab and rehearse
Summer friend of hand
So forget the heart
where so the heart
to the hand
to hold the hope
A handsome rooster with red-breasted feathers, soft and lustrous,
and a head covered with golden plumage,
was too unhappy to sing about his age,
so he embarked on a long journey, sadly departing from his friends.
Thousands of miles over farms, vallies, villages and cities he flew,
seeking with all his strength an urban, bustling place...
to terminate that monotony, which made him too blue
and disunite himself from an ordinary life which implied bondage.
And roaring over majestic mountains, rolling hills and cities with skyscrapers,
he encountered suspicious and envious eagles that
challenged him with their vicious shrills, but he displayed no apparent rage...
still diving into luminous and transparent clouds.
The unhappy roosted had not rested for three long days,
and exhausted of flying, he decided to take a brief break by a bubbling stream;
his dry,wind-whipped eyes started to roll and he fell asleep...
and trancing and tossing, he rolled downhill into an harbor of sailing ships.
The well-rested rooster woke up around noon, finding himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom kndly,
" I want this rooster, he can keep the lonesome and quite parrot company."
And she replied, "It's a not a pet, my son!" she explained.
Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes spoil them,
not according to their customs and bekiefs...fathers are much stricter than them.
"I'll take care of him and I'll feed him, and soon he'll be living on our ranch home."
"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him."
The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became family,
and the untalkative parrot tought that Harbor to say the same and exact words he said,
and as days went by, nobody knew how he could utter them humanly;
and how did they find out that Harbor was smater than any other rooster or even bird?
They actually heard them in a challenging conversation who could find a perfect mate
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot would surely be a winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor, with his accumulated widdsom, sought in a nearby, sunny farm,
where chickens were raised and transported on an old air conditioner freighter.
Harbor looked around, and he didn't seem to like any chicks he saw;
was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy barn,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a beautiful chick on the grass below...
and gallantly accosted her, and with a chat, he started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.
Two silhouettes together,
under the light of the moon.
The hooting of owls,
are singing a scary tune.
Dark shadows fly past us,
but your arms hold me tight.
With thoughts on your love,
I lose fear for the night.
The pumpkin that glows
on the steps by my door,
seems to be smiling,
makes me longing for more.
The moonlight in the sky,
shines down on the ground.
Glistening the leaves,
that covers the ground.
By William P. Darnell Sr.
When I was
when i was one year old
i was very bold,
when i turned two
i lost my shoes
then i turned three
and got stung by a bee
when i was four
I want to the store and felt very bored,
Then I turned five
And learned to dive,
When I got six
I learned to fix,
Then I turned Seven
and wished to eleven,
But i turned eight
And got a team mate,
Nine is the number
That caught me in trouble,
Ten followed nine
With a wisdom full mind
And now i am Eleven
As I sit, staring out the window
'Bring back the sun' rings in my ear;
Constantly echoing in my mind,
destroying me like a switchblade;
Eating me from inside
feverish, I long for Summer
Drifts snow upon the road - shines stars like diamond spark,
above the sodium glow of streets - falls omnipresent dark.
Blaze bright the window panes - translucent curtains drawn,
curls smoke in charcoal twists - the long descent to dawn.
Await the children there - quilted and cocooned,
eyes closed in sleeping trust - on dreaming isles marooned.
Faith no more lies pale - yet burns with love inflamed,
fanned by the breath of hope - and innocence reclaimed.
If only adult minds - that drain 'till they fall cold,
could feel this dream again - turn rusted thoughts to gold.
Then they would know full well - the love of ancient kings,
the wonder and the grace - of joy in childlike things.
Bright visitor returns - his yearly, ceaseless quest,
with eyes of gleaming frost - and gifts of timelessness.
In morning tide the eyes - of children hold his gleam
and all things may be possible - if they believe the dream...