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STILL WINTER

Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning of nightfall,
Scenery of fire, sadness passing this history page,
In that distant curve, somewhere nears the sundown stream.
Far away from the vision of mortal eyes,
A child plays as beautiful and pale like the sunrise.
She plays on the coast this beautiful but pale, sun raised child.
Pursuing nature, in a hushed angelic lucidity,
“In hushed angelic lucidity!”
Fragile fastened, to those adequate bones.
Profound deepness beneath the snow winder dust,
Below the memoirs of her floating vessel,
Reminisces of water drowning down rivers and streams,
A shattered female kneels in salvation.
An anvil so heavy it troubles the mind.
Lost in profoundness, in what might have been.
What was, for a moment in this period?
The grimness of her weak vessel dwells.
A lifeless winter strays around. 
An album so old and dusty,
A christening gown not ever embraced.
Infinite, the woman and pale child of sunrise,
Soften footfalls beating out the torments.
Countless nights seeing the day of unspoken headstones,
Feelings of dance will never rest this heartache.
Eternity, in a dance of unconditional need,
Their hearts unite as one...
A closing of mother and child…     
~BY: PD~

Dead Winter~ By: Catie Lindsey 

There walks Warriors in that graveyard,
Holy Men and Medicine Women of ages;
at night you can see their Spirits dance,
setting fire to history's pages.
In that far corner, up by the stream,
far from the eyes of publicity,
she plays on the shore, beautiful Raylene,
catching poly-wogs, in silent lucidity.
In silent lucidity.
Brittle now, those fine bones,
deep beneath the snow drifts of winter,
beneath the memories of her body afloat
down rivers and streams of Remember.
A broken woman kneels in prayer,
a heavy weight on a burdened mind,
somewhere deep in what could have been,
what was, for a moment in time.
The grayness of her frail body lingers,
in a dead winter of the unborn,
on page forty-nine in the family album,
in a baptismal gown never worn.
Together they dance,the woman and the child,
their soft footfalls pounding out the sorrows
of many days at a worn out headstone,
many dances to come, many tomorrows.
Together they dance, The Woman's Dance,
their hearts as one...
the woman and the child.
~By: Catie Lindsey~

(for Catie's: Re-write contest..) 


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Giggles and Splashes

I had waited for you seemingly forever
So long did it take before you were to come into my life
But in so many ways you had always been there

Your hair so white more than once people 
Said that you glowed
Your eyes blue gray 
Soft but piercing. 

In the spring we’d plant flowers and you quite the digger
Would never tire of ‘replanting’ oh the control God blessed 
Me with that summer

On the porch we would swing and sing until my throat would be sore
And still Id manage one more
Lavender Blue, You Are My Sunshine, Red River Valley
I can still hear the wee small voice

In the summer under the big maple the front walk
Would flood and we’d run back and forth barefooted and splashing
Your face, pure joy, your eyes animated, your smile so wide
And those cheeks I could tweak them right now
Is there any better sound than giggles and splashes

Autumn we would take long walks and picnics down in the woods
And sit on a fallen tree. We’d find ants and worms and spiders and rescue the most
Precious of treasures. Feathers, milkweed fuzz, acorns, so much
Bounty for the taking. We’d bring them home and glue them
On paper or cardboard or make touch books

Winter oh please let’s have snow for winter. Snowmen
And snow forts, snow balls and mmmm snow cream. 
I remember the look on your face at your first bite as
If you had just made magic. 

We read books by the fire, books and more books
Then you would touch my lips and ask me to 
Read one with my mouth, which meant to make
Up one just for you.

You have been blessed with intelligence
You have an uncanny ability to fix things 
You’ve never seen before
Your sense of humor can put me away
Until I beg you to stop
You have a sense of logic beyond your years
You will sit on the floor for hours and build block towers for babies
Most importantly my son
You have been blessed for an unquenchable thirst for God’s own heart

At eighteen our time together will be changing but sitting here
I remember the words from a book we used to sing to each other

“I’ll love you forever 
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living 
My baby you’ll be"

To Noah


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Winter Proposal

With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.

Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.

My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.

Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.

We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.

The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.

Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.

Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.

I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.

Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and  starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.

Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.


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Frozen Raindrops

My breath becomes visible when I exhale
into the chill of the still, winter air
but, I do not mind the cold.
I hear nothing, but the solemn sound of silence
as I stand in the middle of nowhere, with no one,
looking straight up into a gray sky
and seeing nothing, but a million snowflakes coming toward me.
Tumbling, dancing, drifting, and finding their way to the earth.

No, they are not just frozen raindrops.
Each one is a miniature ice sculpture
intricately carved by the hand of a master artist.
Can it be, within the billions of snowflakes that fall each year,
that no two are ever alike?
While I do not have the answer, I enjoy pondering the question.

I stand perfectly still, as if frozen in time,
as the snow falls down, and sticks onto my hair,
instantly aging me as my golden-brown locks turn white.
Yet, I feel much younger than I am.
I feel like I am inside a snow-globe that has just been shaken.
I can feel them gently landing on my face,
these delicate snowflakes tickle me
as they get caught by my eyelashes.
I just close my eyes and smile.


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November

Branches wave naked in the autumn wind,
Leaves being tossed carelessly through the night.
Dark rain clouds are dominating our sky
And my eyes ask where the beauty has gone.

Daybreak shows sleepily its weary head
Just to return to bed, early again.
Cold and wet invading our daily walks 
And my eyes search for signs of a blue sky.

Alas, the first of many snowflakes fall
Bringing the beginning of brighter days.
Grey disappears under a white blanket 
And my eyes applaud November’s beauty.

The white snow has brought pureness in its wake
And nights are brighter from shimmering snow.
We light a fire, and it brings us such warmth 
And my eyes feel the sun shine once again.




10.08.2014
Poet Destroyer A's Contest 
Impress Me with a Poem



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It's Winter

The snow is coming down here hard.
The ground is thick with white.
The air is cold and the wind is blowing hard.
The pond is frozen the ducks are a party.
Winter comes and I am warm.
The fire is going and the eggnog is good. With a touch of booze.
Cat is asleep all in a ball. The game has gone in to over time what a joy.
Winter is here and I don't care I'm warm and nothing can change that.


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November

November

Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north
The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south
Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted
Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire
The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground
The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters
The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun
Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them
Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love
Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows
Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world
Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold
Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes
No one tells them to make such a journey
It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young
But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end
For it is November and November is a month of change
The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew
The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful
Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs
The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own
The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes
Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return
But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time
And it is no longer remembered


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Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."


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Beautiful as Daisies

Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded bar
Intuition nudged her, ‘get out now, turn back!’ But pride urged her, 'stay'
He returned with a brown bag; appearing harmless as he turned to her
‘Say, you’re trembling!’ He said and flashed a breathless smile
‘Here, have a slug, of this, it’ll warm you up, pretty girl!’ 
Hesitation loomed for a minute then she accepted the bag from his hand
Young Rachel, was now treading a path beyond thin, cracking ice 
As tears stung her beautiful eyes, she'd never had a drink this strong
How her vacant tummy rebelled against the searing burn
Nausea arose from deep within, and she began to have regrets
Registering strong protest, her regurgitation would later accuse her killer
Her faith was sealed as there were no open doors left for escape
And before she realized he had made a reckless wide left turn
Down the snow covered dirt path through tall pines and fir
No longer were there sightings of sparsely lit farm houses 
Interspersed along the desolate, picturesque landscape 
The four-wheeler tackled with ease, snow drifts of fresh fallen snow
Where the following spring young Rachel's body would be discovered
That night Rachel laid buried under a few feet of snow
She was at rest now to awaken to eternity in sunny fields 
Beautiful as daisies growing in heaven, carefree and endlessly in bloom!

~*~

For:  Rachel..R.I.P.




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The Winter Blues

Inside it is nice and warm,
cuddled up alone in my warm bed,
sheets and covers smother me,
as soft pillows rest my heavy head.

Outside the white, soft snow comes falling down hard,
blowing in from the north, south, east and west
and the wind picks up, as it makes a high pitch howl,
as a ghost would do when trying to strike fear into someone.

Inside so warm,
outside it is so cold,
Inside filled with sweet dreams,
and outside filled with cold, soft, white nightmares.

Soon, the alarm goes off and wakes me from a cozy slumber,
as I hit the "SNOOZE" button and straighten myself from bed;
I walk over to my window and rub my eyes and can't believe my eyes.
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow- and more snow!
White pillows of snow everywhere,
on the leafless trees, the branches covered with snow and ice.
I open my window for some fresh air,
and the air is too thin to breath, and the wind hits me in the face
and cold burns my face with a chilling sting!

I shut my window- as I look at my bed,
temptations of jumping back in and warming back up
all cross my mind,
but sadly it was only Wednesday and no call-off for school,
so I guess I'll go shovel the snow out of the driveway,
warm the car up and get ready to go learn.

.2.5.2014.


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The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




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God's Sculpture

Winter arrives and God's sculpture is seen everywhere,
Snow as white as cotton, on the rooftops of the houses.

Trees brushed with snow along their delicate branches,
Spruce and pine trees and boughs, God's Christmas Card.

Snowman white and round with eyes and mouth made of coal,
And a carrot nose, topped with a black hat and winter scarf.

The sounds of the sculpture are silent and reverent,
Only the sounds of the wind can be heard.

Parents and children creating these snow scenes,
Sounds of laughter, enjoying God's sculptures.

Mountains of snow, tall and small,
With smooth and rugged angles.

God's winter sculpture, his portrait of excellence,
To be appreciated by humanity.

Winter weather is a friend and not a foe,
And whereever you go God's beauty reigns.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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The Seasons That Rhyme

I have walked  through the seasons of the year,
Summer brings us the warm sunlight,

The beautiful nature portrayed by the calm lake and tall trees,
A swim in the recreational swimming pool.

The exquisite blue jay perched in an evergreen tree,
The flutter of a monarch butterfly.

Sending summer's song to nature,
The cool days of autumn come.

Tall green maple trees,
Tinted by God's sunlight .

Walks by the conservation area,
Squirrels scampering about.

Discovers of  the enhanced nature,
The winter's snow ascending slowly.

Each snowflake an intricate pattern,
Blanketing the earth.

All purified by the whiteness of the snow,
Spring comes and the snow melts.

The warm weather arrives,
Cheers us and befriends us.

The blossoming of the buds on the trees,
To welcome us. 

God's garden come to life.
What a blessing from the Lord.

Copyright Gwen Schutz


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Seeking Kindling

Seeking Kindling

The tangling forest was bitterly cold
And we were endlessly lost.

But, I followed his big foot prints
without speaking out of fear.

“Just pick up twigs kid. OK Dad”-
While he collected timber.

I knew he was good at providing, building
while not speaking.

A hammer made a much more profound sound
in my ears than anything he said to me.

So I followed.

But, the snow and ice were to thick and 
the twigs and timber were frozen.

I fell behind and lost his footprints
until I fell asleep and the snow and
bitter wind blew over me.

Unforunateely, he never looked behind.

R. Biffany '09


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Frozen in Time

~~

Hand in hand they meander through  the deserted lane, 
freshly fallen snow crumpling under foot 
Littering the sky, Bright stars,  glittering like coins on a belly dancers belt,
slowly surrender to the coming dawn


Inch by measured inch the glory of Ra overpowers the starlight. 
In a pale blue sky, a pale golden disc, the colour of ripe oats at harvest time, 
looking close enough, and cool enough, to reach out and touch. 
Brilliant rays, arrows of liquid gold, capture the pristine landscape, 
splintering like a million shards of shattered glass. 
No sound, only silence, profound, in the clear crystal air.

In the distance, a cock crows.

Long morning shadows cast by tall pines, 
revealing a lone stoat, resplendent in his ermine coat. 
Emerging from shade, merging with sunlight, 
loping across the virgin snow with bounding grace.
White on white, 
only the black tip of his tail and tiny footprints betraying his presence.

In the distance, a dog barks,
	 
A small cottage, a stone chimney, a whisper of smoke announcing a new day,
A hardy little robin pecking with determination to uncover water under ice. 
A door slams, the robin takes flight. 
Snow slides from the roof to gather in piles like miniature Himalayas. 
Icicles drop pearls as the thaw sets in. The world is awakening.

In the distance, a train whistles.
Still holding hands they walk on.

~~


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Transparency

Author Note: I wrote this after the Address last night as my take on the transparency of our 
government. 



Where does the white go
when the snow melts?
It becomes transparent,
for all to witness its passage
from one form
to another?

It will never again have substance
or be recognized as what 
was its original state.

Transparency,
doomed to mix with 
unsavory elements,
no longer a brilliant white,
rather, 
becomes covert.

Covered by dirty slush
to be stomped throughout
the halls of government,
to be spread around
under the guise of openness.

Soon,
will become invisible,
no longer a nuisance,
transparent, to forever
be squelched
by power and corruption 
hiding behind closed doors,
where transparency is not allowed,
where truth becomes lies,
where is hidden....
where the white goes 
when the snow melts


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So Soft

                         So Soft

Serene and silent the head caresses pillow
Landing soft and slowly with a sigh
Quiet sounds of silken quilt
In covered warmth
Receives the fragile woman worn of age
Contentment on her face
As she finds comfort and companion with relief 
In design and form beneath
As she slips between the sheets
A slower moving body
In the cozy bedroom for some tranquil sleep
Outside, snowflakes count down the hours  
Blanketing the relaxed house near heaven
In penetrating peace
Mounting are the flowing mounds of white 
Building moments upon other open moments
Smiles take the woman on a cloud
To drift as well
Composed and calm
Upon her pillow down

             8/21/14 Seasonal Bliss poetry contest


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A Snowman For You Pt 1

I awoke this morning to find a foot and half of snow all around covering the ground.  I 
quickly got dressed wearing several layers of clothes.  Plus a winter mask to protect my ears 
and nose.  Snow equals very cold weather.  I thought about you, wishing you were here with 
me - us together. Yes us together to act silly in this snow so white, and to run from each 
other having a snow ball fight.  I made sure I grabbed my I-phone and then slipped my 
gloves on.
       So bright was the pure white snow.  I'm just glad the wind didn't blow.  I was ready to 
begin.  I would keep my promise to Charma and build her a snowman.  
       First you start with a single snowball.  The size of a big softball.  Not too small.  Then 
you place it on the ground rolling it around; rolling it end over end.  I was determined to 
build this snowman for my friend.  Round and around on the ground, bigger picking up more 
and more snow. Building snowmen you can never out grow.  Bigger and bigger it gets until it 
is as round and high as a tree.  Three giant snowballs for his body you have to admire.  I 
stacked his giant round snowballs on top of the other which were quite heavy.  I managed by 
myself which wasn't easy.
       Your snowman wasn't complete.  I wanted to make him so real like he had a "heart 
beat."  I went around to my back yard to find a fallen tree limb.  I had to have arms for him!  
After I put both stick-arms on either side;  I returned back inside because there were other 
things that must be applied.
      
 Continued in Pt 2
 
Note: Here's Pt 1 of your snowman poem Charma:)


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in the forest

. . . the only sound is snow beautifully cascading on tangled fragile trees ________________________ December 3, 2013 Free Verse or one single line and enter as Free Verse


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Bah, Humbug

Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with 
da Vinci's golden teardrops.

(Impoverished attention-getters)

"I suggest you peruse Alighieri’s 'Inferno' –
it may, at least, promote heat - if not hope!"

(Simpletons)

Frost continues to cloud my spectacles -
thick and relentless
eagerly permeating the glass -
endeavoring to dance
a feverish Fantasia foxtrot
upon the skins of my pupils.

My heavy feet scuffle
past these endearing peasants.
Bleak…frozen…
forgotten Mt. Everest tombstones.
Disgraced outcasts of embarrassment -
smashed against a stark white canvas
hands cut off –

sticking out their parched tongues
begging for alms.
Click and count.

Their fragile bodies so much alive
their dark, hallowed eyes 
so 
much 
dead.

(So be it)

They stealthily huddle alone -
(Hah! I’ve created my own personal oxymoron!)

These gruesome street urchin waifs -
Dumber than a sackful of hammers and
frostier than a Maine Christmas morn,
convulsing and shivering ‘neath lampposts
without snow shoes or socks,

bawling and boo-hooing...
“Clutching weather-worn copies
of James Hilton’s 'Lost Horizon'
and littering the virgin snow
with salty saline discharge –
igniting street corner bonfires
without the faintest hint of smoke."

(Wasteful)

Ah, the glorious damned winter
and that magnificent gray chill in the air.
My arctic thighs carry me home now
where I am safe.
Where I can slam my door
and shut my eyes.

My cavernous domicile
whereas I can privately converse
with Mr. Dickens and Mr. O’Neill
and read “A Christmas Carol”
or “The Iceman Cometh” -
without a snaggle-toothed interruption...
Listen to the haunting strains of L’Inverno
from Vivaldi’s “Le Quattro Staggioni”
and cackle wildly as I burn first editions
of Clement Clark Moore’s
most infamous penning -

pour myself a 
tall glass of ice cubes -
devour a heaping bowl
of vichyssoise -

scarf down a fudgcicle
and just...

turn the air conditioner

ON.


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Fond Memories

Holding on to my Nan’s hand, we walked around the lake
The snow was deep all around and there were kids tying on skates
My Nan squeezed my hand and we set off to the little wooden café
Smoke was spiraling out of the stove pipe stack and to my surprise we went in
There was no money but my Nan told me she was buying me a treat  
“You always miss out on the treats when everyone is around 
Treats to them are sweets and you don’t like them and I understand that.”
The treat she had for me alone was a cup of hot milky Horlicks and a scone
A scone with no jam, and an unsugared drink.  We watched the kids play
We sat watching the snow fall and she told me that ten American airmen had died there
Just where the children were playing, she had seen the crash happen
When life got her down a bit she would walk to the lake and buy a cup of tea 
She had watched the oak trees that were planted as a memorial to the men grow
She knew that those men would have given anything to be where she was now
Short of money but with her granddaughter enjoying time together.
She smiled and squeezed my hand across the table.
My Nan taught me such a lot.
© 7/12/2012

Entry For ‘Fond Memories’ Contest sponsored By C Cornish


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Snow please go away

Snow Snow Snow Snow
Please go away and come another time
You fill the streets with your blanket of ice
Turning the land into illusory of snowflakes
Covering the ground with vasty snow-packs
Taking away the sights of the vivid green grasses
And leaving only what seems like skating rinks.

As you unleash your wintry flakes in torrential aura
I look through my blurred window to catch a glimpse
I see the vastness of white fall of virgin ice you make
Though, prima facie, the ice seems strong
But it’s devoid of that thickness to bear the weight 
My feet bestow.

You leave me too cold to walk
I walk like I’m learning how to walk
In fear that I may be tripped by your slippery packs
I walk only on the virgin ice you create
Because it seems like a safe haven for my shoe soles
And I look back when I walk past, what do I see?
Only my footprints on the virgin ice.

Like a ghost, you fall at night and straddles along the day
You’re such an insatiable culero
Please go away and come back another time.


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Snowflakes

a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond


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My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth

My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth                    Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi

I dreamed one day, 
I was climbing a hill,
Away, far away in the Himalayan mountain 
But I was only a beginner, of climbing a snow peak
I wanted to climb to see the world, 
To feel the Sunshine
And the beauty of the glacier

Perhaps my fascination for climbing the hills, 
Was traced by my mind, who knew me more than me
It thought to fulfill my long cherished desire,
If not in actual, at least in my dream

I wanted to feel, how splendid it is
To see the world 
From a snow covered peak  
To get a bird eye view of the world
To learn more about the earth, humans and nature

In moments of those total silence and aloofness,
I found the blue wing bird, like an Angel spirit for me
My beautiful blue bird Neelkanth,*
Was my only friend and inspiration,
To complete the mission 

I was climbing the snow covered hill
Like a Mountaineering trainee,
My tools were few, but my aim was true
My only companion, in the journey of my adventures,
Was my blue wings bird 
I know from my childhood days, as my ‘Neelkanth’*

I found my blue wings bird, hovering always near me,
Like an Angel spirit, to save me from falling,
Its beauty lies, not only in its blue wing,
But the poison it stored in its purple throat ring, 
To save the world from the effects of poison

I was climbing the hill,  
And my favorite Blue wing bird, 
Was accompanying me, in those difficult moments, 
Like a true well wisher and a true companion

At one place I found that,
The snow rocks were difficult and steep
I tried a short cut, to somehow reach the top,
And then came my Angel spirit,
From somewhere suddenly, 
Giving indication to stop immediately 

I decided to go, as the spirit was indicating, 
I changed my course, as shown by the Angel spirit
Next moment I heard a sliding of the snow rock, 
The rock which I was trying to climb,
Were falling and were slipping deep in the glacier

My eyes became tearful, when I saw my Angel spirit
It had saved my life,
From being buried in the snow glacier,
For ever and for ever

After seeing my expressions of love and gratitude, 
The bird flew away from there
Leaving me inspired for many more coming moments,
To start climbing the hills again and again

Next moment I was climbing,
The hills with more vaguer, as usual
My angel bird had given me enough
To keep trying
Till I reach my goal
Or feel the Sunshine

Ravindra

Kanpur India 30th April 2010

* Neelkanth.    Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)


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Forgotten Time

Time forever going forward into the snow
time wasted
seconds, hours spun out of fingertips
forever like snow into the dark
light falling on snow
dancing, glowing for one miraculous second
then drops away into the darkness behind
and see beautifull blooming things 
flowers spinninglike the snowflakes
soaring totally free
stars streaking through the night
seconds, minutes, days 
buoyed up in a bright place
the only light in a dark world
looks like a falling star
time and space blast away
like a universe forever expanding forward
leaving only darkness
darkness and the snow

This is found poetry from words I Chose out of the book Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver


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A Mystery- - the indents are clues

She headed up the stairs                    
as John closed the front door,
heading out for the evening run.
She finished threading the projector
         and glued the two ends of the loop
         of sixteen millimeter film. 
Preparing background for a new commercial,  
it needed to be special,
for she was coming up for review
with the Seattle boss in two weeks.
A meeting with the boss of bosses
could only end one way in her mind’s eye.
There is no room for error.
A simple commercial,
her husband was the cast, as usual.
John didn’t mind.
In fact he doted on being a tv star,
though no one knew who he was.
         She turned on the projector just as he
         crossed the intersection below the apartment.
         Intending to go two blocks and cut through the park
         he was confused as to why he 
         took the short cut through the alley.
Wonderful project, that alley.
His wife’s baby.
Her coup de etat of architectural restoration.
The old Boston soon to rival Atlanta underground.
         He had to stop and rest a bit. 
Man he was out of shape.
Darn, she thought. 
         How can I ever get through if it keeps breaking.
She was working on an interactive
presentation using computer enhancements 
of what was on the sixteen millimeter projecter. 
She should have bought new film
but too late for that now. 
Soon repaired she watched John 
jog down the cobble, in the movie.
         What is going on John thought?
         He never trotted around and around the block.
On his third trip he again intended to head 
on down through the park.
The dogwood so beautiful this time of year.
         So tired he literally stumbled, coming to a halt,
fortunately by a street vender.
He bought a snow cone.
         She was busy splicing the film once again.
A silent curse word on her breath,
maybe she should have asked John to help.
He was so much better at this.
Just as the vender attempted to hand him
the snow cone, 
         John felt the urge to run again.
It was the fifth time he had run around his own block. 
He managed to retrieve the snow cone on the fly
as he hardly slowed while passing.  
Nearing the apartment entrance
he knew he had to do something.
Gathering all his concentration he managed 
to dart into the building.
Bursting into the room at the top of the stairs
he saw himself on the screen.
“Shut if off” he begged, not really knowing why.
But the instant it stopped, he fully understood. 

Apr 17 2011                 My poem is Surreal


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Wild Western Blizzard

What could I really know of the breaks 
                                                                in the land
huge canyons               bleeding red              cut by the wind
with the snow swirling                                  around our tires
barns upright 
                                   and fallen to a  tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
                        we scrape madly inside
                              trying to keep cold out
speed slowing
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone, 
                                                                    no worries about
cattle led inside to safety    to be watered               and fed
but what of us?
                       Will we be trapped clutching a candle
                             wanting a chocolate bar, 
                                 waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
                         of slumbering snow 
                                             to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
                                                                temperature dropping
dropping 
            until finally we see it                shining in the dark
                                          a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet  us
                                                                   scurry is off 
                             before our ears turn blue, 
                                would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard, 
                                                                      we have home.


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Spring Showers

Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a recue unit is always prepared for the fools that climb the cliffs; unprepared
They pay no heed to the weather report: Spring Showers today and tomorrow
on top of a mountain the rain falls and creates tiny rivers under the snowdrifts
A slow rain tears the bottom layer of snow away with a sheet of ice at its base
The potential now for an Avalanche just rose 80%.Are there fools climbing today?
every fifteen minutes, the rescue squad check their gear. The thermo body raps,
Snowshoes, Snow spikes, heat sensored depth poles,helmets with red, yellow,
and green push on lights, two way radios;checked batteries,Coffee and Whiskey
When one lives up here long enough; You can hear the snowdrifts : drifting
It has been raining for almost 48 hours,as raindrops keep falling my fears rise
Down in the Valleys, they cherish the April Showers,looking forward to May Flowers
I have to go now and call on my ham operator radio for assistance.The alarm is
ringing, the Snow is rumbling down the side of the Mountain.You asked to tell why
we do or do not like Spring Showers. I will tell YOU when and if I Return.

April 15, 2013 for the Contest : "Spring Showers" Sponsored by "Russell Sivey"


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Snow In New York

I'm watching the snow fall through the naked
leafless trees..
The fine light flakes dance their way from the 
sky as they fall free..
The white coating of snow blankets the roads
as all begins to blend..
The quiet in the air sings slowly as does the
background of sounds it sends..
The birds fly from branch to branch searching
for a home for the night..
The wind begins to howl to a slight vision of
distant lights..
The calm before the storm is the preview 
before the plot..
Wind drifts and plows are the early morning
sounds we have got..
Our first snowfall of the season here in New York City..
The view from my window with snow capped buildings
all makes it pretty..


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Nature's Cycle

The magnificent river coming down the mountainside spreading out in its majesty as it moves towards the ocean then rising up to the cloud from where it condenses on the mountain as snow or rain that ends up in the river repeating the glorious cycle - the essence of nature


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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


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Crazy Al

Oh c !
What am I doing here?

I can't see the bottom!
I'm not ready!

It didn't look this bad from the bottom!
The moguls are as tall as me!

Black diamonds are some kind of watermelon...
Al's run...Taos, NM

Did he die here?
Am I going to die here?

At the bottom smiling...
Let's go again!!!!!!!

©Donna Jones

* you can Google Al's run in NM, it is listed as one of the scariest ski runs in the world...
*  for anyone who hasn't snow skied before..black diamond runs are the difficult straight down ones...and 
    yes a type of watermelon haha 


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Christmas Merriment

Snowflakes falling, falling all night
My pine tree adorned, now illuminating under snow
I brush and brush off, unveiling Christmas twinkling lights
Giving the white ground a colorful glow
An appearance of a Hallmark card, I must say
My children gather around the tree in merriment 
Then one by one they form fluffy snowballs
Laughing mischievously they begin to throw them at me
Well you can guess what happens next
Yep, before I was done they are covered in white
Red face and cold we all go indoors for the night
In front of the fireplace tired, beginning to warm
We look at each other and started to grin
Deep belly-laughs replaces the grins
You can't have enough of a good thing


For Nathan's "Christmas Joy" contest


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and always...

sometimes the snow falls in sheets of white, 
a blanket of excited kisses, playful - 
fleeting
dampening your thoughts
racing your heart

and sometimes, the snow
falling in sheets of white
brings waves of brittle stings, sharp reminders
memories in the ice that bite
sinking your heart, making it cower -

you shiver
your lips quiver but it's not the cold
not the journey through the snow, 
it's hunching your shoulders
bowing your head low
lifting a weighted foot, bringing it crashing down -

the snow bites at your lips
dapples your cheeks with tears
making you close your eyes, 
bow your head to your chest, and slave through sinking steps

and always,
the last wave comes and falls,
and around your knees, like a rugged embrace
lies yesterday's shower
and as the sun rises
that soft pit of tingling kisses and prickling bites wavers under the needs of a new day

and this caked ground quavers and sunders
flows away, leaving you damp and shivering once again, 
so you lift unfettered foot, send it forth onto cleared paths
and march into the warmth of a new day
and the dampness on your clothes is no match
the dampness in your bones just a scratch;

but for the dampness in your chest
the sinking of your heart....
as head holds high and shoulders lift
chest is pumped to the heats caress
so comes the healing of the sun, to mend the damage of your plight.




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Cold Fingers

I look out my window
No longer white and fluffy 
The snow has turned a sickly gray
Much like my mood towards this season of death
Tired of dark clouds and cold winds
The birds are wise to abandon this desolate place
I dream of sunshine and blue sky
Running barefoot across green grass
Smelling the fresh scent of spring breezes
Lazy days of summer accompanied by young lovers
For now I am a prisoner in a cold land
Wrapped in my blanket staring out at the gray
Nothing seems to warm the coldness that has invaded my soul
Old man winter has stolen another day 
I wait and I wait
Time seems to move in reverse
Is there any escape?
Yes
I go to my computer
Warm weather awaits me
Just a click a way
Visions of spring dance in my head
I can cheat on winter
Escape cold fingers
I can fly away to some exotic warm land
Run through Sun drenched waves
Drink umbrella drinks
I can follow those clever birds
I long for this escape
Just four hours away
I arrive at the airport bags in hand
Feeling oppromistic
Then comes a storm
Old man winter refuses to release his icy grip
I look out the airport window
The snow covered runway is pure white
All flights cancelled
A block of ice where my heart used to be
How I long for spring

Winter Be Gone Contest
Poem written January 27th for your contest.


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Stormy Day

In  windswept prairies winter 
  snow comes plummeting down
Its freezing bite stings the cheeks
While eyes can hardly open
 Stinging crystals make you blind
 wind whirls and twirls these pebbles
Whipping them with great speed
 hands turn blue in minutes
while you forget to breathe
bitter cold bites the bones 
while your slowly turn to stone
 snow piles become white dunes
all will become impassable soon
Blocking all within its path
North wind blows his fury
Blowing out his wrath


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Midwinter night's grasp

Caught in midwinter night’s grasp
My windfilled eyes brim with tears

But what are tears in the dark

When the snow

fills my heart

with the light

of dying

stars


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Violet Cream

Violet cream.
A light, velvety lavender.
Such was the soft glow
of that particular night’s sky.
Hints of golden orange
blew in the clouds
because of the street lights.
The snow that covered the ground 
and the rooftops of the suburb
reflected the celestial magic.

The road,
though surrounded with all this splendor,
was still black,
still motionless,
still hard.
It blackened any light it touched,
and hid any love it felt,
if it felt any love at all.

It’s hard to tell whether or not
she wanted the snow
or if she needed some time to herself,
or whatever roads think.
All I know is that the snow hasn’t touched her,
and a casual observer like myself
would say that the road
just wants to be left alone;
don’t we all?

What is it about snow
that reminds us how heartbroken we are?
The snow slowly conceals
the secrets that tease a terse soul;
the snow wants me to forget;
but I don’t want to forget.

She’s the road,
and the snow is time;
time isn’t hiding her from me.
Everything around her
is blending in the background,
but she is still hard,
still black,
still there.

A black road
Surrounded by violet cream,
and I,
helpless to change it.


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Vis Gelu - The Power of Ice

Ice is the strangest substance
upon this earth then yet it
is seen as insignificant by
many.
It forms from water-droplets
within clouds, flowing rivers
and even in oceans where energy
is forever in motion.
It floats when it should sink;
density is transformed from heavy
to light even though the chemistry
remains unchanged.
It falls ever so gracefully in the
form of snow then yet wind transforms
it into a violent blizzard.
Every snowflake differs but its
crystallization is aided by 
particles in the air, either natural
or man-made; it is said thunder 
is created whenever they bombard 
one another creating bursts of energy 
transforming a cloud into a bubble of light.
Mountains become its home where it
fills crevices that adorn jagged peaks.
It twists and turns creating a deep
bowl-like hollow; a cirque is thus
created.
Seasons go by and snow continues to
fall surviving the short summer
thus the snow transforms to firn and 
néve as pressure increases compacting
past layers of fallen snow.
Time passes slowly; the snow has now
become ice.
The mountain is no longer its home
for the cirque has been breached –
a glacier has formed.
The power of gravity exerts itself
onto the river of ice making it flow
downstream.
The steep mountain-sides and once
v-shaped valleys become victims of
the erosive power of the glacier bed;
picking up rocks and boulders of 
unimaginable size transforming it
into sandpaper.
As time goes on the mountain scenery
changes ever so slowly as the glacier
retreats back into the womb of its
creation. 
The valleys become u-shaped, rivers
and lakes dominate the scree covered
land where plant-life invades the
now bare soil; and layers of rock 
exposed displaying the elements 
of time.
The power of ice may be hidden but
its creations are all round us,
beautiful and enchanting.


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Never Are Two Alike

never are two alike.

wafting to and fro with gentle breeze,
a dancing ballerina the twirling flake, 
motion with vicissitude it sings,
the vapor, the crystal performs.

in costume white appears its shape,
dendrite, needle, plates, and branches,
as stars afloat the midnight sky,
its nuclei the symmetry hexagon.

adrift in sea of air so cold,
the atmosphere burst forth like springs,
down the river of wind it flows,
the flake aglow, the moon it makes.

the perching flake atop the branch,
a tree its home a flake does nest, 
with noonday sunshine sure to come,
the snow, the flake, will be no more.


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Stillness of the night

The glow from window yon beacons me home through I hear not a sound
Stillness is what drifts upon the breeze late into this frosty night
Falling snow whispers silently as it settles gently upon the ground
While the warmth of the flaming hearth promises such a welcome delight
My footsteps mark the freshly fallen snow with the quietness of a mouse
Refreshing stillness envelopes me, leaving only my thought for company
As I make the last few steps on my way into the house


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Let out the light

May the snows stop
and the rain cease…
May the winds take shelter
and let the sun birds sing. 
Let out the spring!
Let out the spring!
I want the flowers to bloom
and the sun to shine
Let out the light!
I want tulips and roses 
lily’s and daisy’s
Let out the birds and the bee’s
the monarchs and the daisy’s 
I want the snows and the rains
the long winds and dark days
To finally end.
Let out the light!
Let out the spring!
                                                                    

                                                        1/14/2013


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The difference of touch: in D minor KV 466 and Variations on a theme of Paganini

     the robin hops from the tips of the rose bush

                                                                              spilling snow dust

sprinkling skeins of early dew

                                                                      dusting with its uppity tail fan

                                                               a caterpillar

                                                      softly dousing concertina

 

                 then it trips up the clothesline

                                                      stops and grips it in its claws

sways and balances with its tail fanning out

 

          chirps clucks tweets

                                     and repeats itself

all the way down again

                                     and up the scale                 

 

   comes back once more to skip a note or two

 

                  and tumbles

      sweeps past the old toy bicycle leaning against the wire fence

 

 

the claw marks hardly visible on the spray of frost-like snow on the balustrade

 

  light  ephemeral  peripatetic

 

  the dulcet flexions rising and falling on the tympana without breath of motion

 

                                             or vibration

 

crisp  colliding notes  rising and falling

 

as the first tentative drops of drizzle before the rain

 

                  the robin gone to sing full throttle on wing     

 

 

© T. Wignesan, Paris, 1997; from the collection: “Poems Omega-Plus”, Paris, 2005.


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Emancipation

Emancipation
Unfettered-Set free-
My soul is longing for Home
Where the wild ducks fly to winter
Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans 
Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes 
That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks 
And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun
A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze
From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies
I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image 
A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise

© Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012


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Snow Kept Skies

with crooked feet the tide rolls under

rivers flood while mountians thunder

white skies carry rolling tides

as we all ride in a canoe

small running brook

finding creatures at the crook

as they lay waiting for supreme silience

that motions for their move

as the water moves it falls

the scape carries sunlight under

to get there it plays with the moon

it lifts it falls very elegantly of it all

the water falling penitrates not the canoe

light rays follow cracks and creaves'

as we ride the ancient pegasus

if your Latin this is nothing new

as they keep the date with heavens wonders

many men will see white thunder

watch what you over lap because to us this is blue

carnavours once thrived but with the herbavours they died

because the sun carried us on the move

oil rumbles as waves continue to tumble

from place to place as the oil moves

purple skies only burn blue for you

here we go it's collecting snow to slowly melt

twords their move, sunlight through, reflect the moon

hiding there in royal pairs deciding how much galcier to move


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Heart reserrector

* This is a poem about basically feeling like when a part of yourself dies. Then certain 
people can come along and make that one part feel alive and better than ever 
because you trust them to be just yourself*

The serpent of Unrequited love 
Sunk it’s toxic fangs deep into the very marrow of my being
My heart heaved with its poison, which was void of loving emotion 
So I tucked it away…… six feet under my subconscious…
My mind was a cemetery of regrets.
Things I should have done, and when I should have learned to walked away.

Then there was you……………
You were the misty avenger that stepped out of the abyss
Shook my snow globe world upside down.
Speckling my VISION with light, snow and glitter
Heart reserrector, you’re honesty was my defibulater
Thumping life organ through my sweater
coloured my cheeks a candy apple red from pleasure
giving me the courage to break free from the prison of woeful 

We lay on your carpet, filling our lungs with laughter
I am Exposed, and exuberant……. Letting  my true personality resurface
No longer am I a hesitant seal peeking over the ocean’s surface,
NO LONGER DO I MISS THE SUNSETS
I AM EUPHORIC ON THIS GORGEOUS LIFE
Drinking down the pleasure of a sunrise

This moment with you ……………………..is a Utopian treasure
You take my breath away… and your beauty is immeasurable…………………….
Heart reserrector
Your wisdom is celestial,  
My guardian angel 
For your insight I am eternally thankful


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Change

Everything in life is in a constant state of change A mountain may appear fixed for it is unlikely to change noticeably in our lifetime Yet from the perspective of infinite time that mountain is just as transient as the morning mist Even as one looks at the mountain it is changing The sun, wind, rain, snow and other forces of Nature are continually changing that mountain It may take millions perhaps billions of years for a noticeable change but Nature has infinite time for the change


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The Snow Man

I stumbled upon this stranger.
He was a cold man
with a warm heart.
and I was lost in a blizzard that night

He gave me his scarf
which he wrapped gently around my neck.
He eyed me with uncertainty 
And through his orbs of jet black
he became my eternity.

“That way” he pointed, 
“Is the way home”

He was my gothic hero
Stood fast in this icy inferno 
He stood still while 
His hell froze over
 
I looked back
Smiled
and waved my arm.
For it was this man who made sure 
that I came to no harm

And then the snow began to subside
And before I knew it
I was inside
tucked up in my bed and tired

I jerked to sleep
And I dreamt that I was in a storm.
Tied fast to a ships mast.
The hail and rain fell in torrents
And the sea swirled around like electric blue currents

The morning came over me
The sun then warmed on to me
My memories came back to me
Of ships, sail and snow

Then, through the windows
The cold man came into view
Like a world war one soldier
Advancing into a no-man’s land
Riddled with holes

Limping 
Sinking
Stinking

Waving his hand 
Then
Falling slowly to bits as if made of sand

The sun’s penetration
Was melting my man
He reached up to me
He held out his cold hand
He gave me a handful of smiles
Then melted slowly into the ice molten ground


The alarm clock buzzed!

Wake up! 


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Somber Song

Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.

Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.

The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.

One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.

So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.


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Awakening

The snow drifts to the ground
soft as babies breath
talcing the bottom of the farmer field.
The bows of barren maples brace
for the downy white.

Heat held in the asphalt
melts the first dusting,
its ashen countenance blanching, sullen
as the temperature plummets
cranky in the slush.

The snow laces the still air
edging the scrub brush 
like baptismal lace on an infants gown.
A cradle cap for the bitter sweet
snow white and rose red.

Shush, the dawn traffic says
mother and child abed
Engines purr warmed and primed for morning.
Scrapers clear glass lens of light snow
the farm awakens.


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s N o W

The snow is piling up outside
  I want to pull the covers and hide
   The weather has had a chill
    Can't wait to see my electric bill.

Pull out my toboggan and go for a ride
 The snow is piling up outside
   Down the hill I go at top speed
    Can't break a leg-no indeed.

Take out my brand new skates
 See how my skating rates
  The snow is piling up outside
   Have to take the skates off inside.

Now comes the shovel and broom
 Will be moving snow tell noon
  Building muscles on this tough hide
   The snow is piling up outside


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Icy Day

The dark gray clouds formed upon the horizon
Creating yet another dreary, cloudy, sunless day
The sun refused to shine and radiate brightness
Leaving the cool, cloudy day in gloomy despair

The snow had fallen the previous night
Covering the brown ground of fall past
The morning brought sleet and icy rain
The ground now resembles that of a ice rink

As the rain began to dress the surrounding 
Ice sheets formed and clung to what it found
The snow began to fall gently downwards
Big, fluffy flakes carried on the breeze

Icicles formed and began to drip
Slowly a water droplet would fall
One by one until the icicle had disappeared
To the snow covered ground below

As the day progressed
Snow continued on it's downward flow
Ice still remained underneath the white dust
Making all movement very slow.


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The Cold

My heart lies out in the cold
Where cold wind blows and
The dark birds of winter sing their song of death.

Seven days I waited for salvation
Slowly, my ever cell froze
Each becoming a crystal of ivory china. 

My thoughts, as still as my bones, 
Waver as if I was stuck in a wall of glass.

In death I found beauty
Of an everlasting stillness.

Though my body beaten, my face stained,
With tears and blood
and my thighs and hips covered in their own filthy secretion
My face remains a youthful, beautiful woman of desire. 
The insides spill out, but the body from which they came,
Will be forever frozen in an illustrious lure.

Forever desired by men of filth, and men of wealth alike. 
This is the cold.


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Through The Eyes Of A Child

Through The Eyes Of A Child

Eyes of the deepest
They look at a world in a fresh way
Seeing snow and rainbows for the first time
She smiles in wonder at everything
Everything age has tarnished
She is so innocent and pure
Full of love and beauty
Everything we forgot as we grew
Should we take the time to look back?
Look at snow as nature’s magic
Should we say ah when we see a rainbow
We could watch in amazement at a cloud
Imagining a bunny floating across the sky
Maybe we should look through her eyes
See what she sees
If only we could see it as a child does
Then the world would be a beautiful place


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To Where a Snowflake dies

A war in heaven reluctantly concedes
To the lullaby's in the night singing softly
Covering us in heavenly whisper blows
As feathers falling light so intense and gracefully 
Escaping God's whitened watery coves

And somewhere up above
I believe there are angels also grooming
Thus, for the twilight showing, shedding as they rush
The world as such, always in a hurry
But, for an instance and out of nowhere
An avalanche of marvel captivates the hush

And in my distant mind I most certainly can relate
As to the stars and ancient sands of grain
My tongue tasting these miracles of wonder
Reaching further to acquiesce
In greetings, to miniature designs
Crafted out of God's very hands of great

While, celestial bodies move
Constant shadows consume
Around assumptions of the human mind 
Thus, begins the dusk and ends 
To the place where a snowflake dies

Look around
Who is it that seems to care
Or thinks to ponder the manual labor input here
With hammers, chisels, nuts and bolts
Never to witness to a mere mistake
Or upon discovery any kind of error

Yet, I listen… to the silence…
Extracting all its pleasure
Before, another million frigid seedlings ashen
Met with daunting fate
And in the still of tranquil
Neither snowflake cries out or offers up complaints

For a day
Or merely several nights evermore
A complex purpose
Or to thus, a simpler existence
Then, I pause...
Unto supposition, as I meditate the message

Guesses drift off, into what's last unknown
Of the never ending knowing
Embracing their provident life
Watch as they embrace each other closer
In a bank of ice, waiting for the melting




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Final Snow

Descending from the firmament,
complexly frozen mists of white,
crystals swirl in downward helix.

Upturned cheeks sting with contact.
Eyelashes filter clashing sleet,
as I burrow within my shield.

The congregation of wind intensifies,
pushing blinding flakes horizontal.
Sound waves interrupt themselves.

Deeper the folded waters pile.
Gales drift powder into rivulets,
while the insulation accumulates.

Alone, the storm fall isolates,
muting frayed voices,
hibernating chains of rich warmth.

I lie down in the buried meadow.
A white sleep promises rest,
drifting with the falling chill.


  


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Spring In The Mountain(Life Sustained)

Silent....
high above
a winter snow melts
A greatly anticipated moment approaches....
dripping drops....
tapping sounds....
trickling down....
small veins reach in a quest....
intertwining avenues criss cross the scape merging in believe
a rage, distant, but building in degree 
careening and flowing desperately 
the purest of water searching for the peace of the valley green
a distant need awaits completion 
a river falls
tumbling homeward 
silent....
high above 
a winter snow melts............ 

   

Written By ^Rick Parise




Inspired By The Poem"Spring In The Mountain" Form~Haiku  Poet~A Rambling Poet(Constance)

far from city sounds
upon a misty mountain
winter ice ripples


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Snow Day

If I knew how to paint 
I think I’d know how a painter feels in front of an empty canvass.
Fluffing the bristles and imagining what is about to happen.  

My empty canvass is a field, 
freshly blanketed with 11 inches of spring snow 
so wet you could wring it out like a wash cloth.

I know its 11 inches.  I measured
I know it’s soggy.  I shoveled.

I know how the artist must feel.

A sculptor uncovers what’s hidden in stone.
A painter fills empty space with cobalt blue 
and burnt-umber beauty.
My kids and I will turn this blank canvass
into a snow fort, a snowman family 
and a half dozen snow angels.  

Then it will be time for cocoa 
with marshmallows, like tiny snowballs, melting too soon. 

It’s a snow day and oh, the possibilities.

Jeff Hildebrandt  © 2005


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Straight From Heaven's Gate

Twice in my life,
an experience to remember.
At the peak of dawn's light,
on a morning in December.
It's a beautiful thing that came,
straight from heaven's gate.
A holiday to remember,
on the 11th of December.
Everyone is excited,
as the phone begins to ring.
Look outside to see,
the snow that is falling.
An unexpected holiday,
with children out to play.
Memories will never fade,
of that December day.
The snow was steady falling.
The wind continued to blow.
Children's voices calling,
"Come play out in the snow."
So, God sent us a miracle straight from heaven's gate.
Even I went out to catch some falling snowflakes.
People everywhere,
outside in the cold.
The thing that touched my heart,
was footprints in the snow.


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Signs Of Spring

When you walk you can hear the sounds of spring,
The beautiful songbirds chirping their song,

The snow begins to thaw, eventually melting,
The sidewalks clean and easy to walk on.

The sun shines beautifully and the clouds fade away,
The air warms, and you know spring is coming.

I look forward to spring again, the snowdrops and crocuses start to appear,
The snow allowing them to make an appearance.

The vacant trees whose branches are gnarled and uneven,
Buds begin to appear and you know the leaves wiil unravel slowly.

Milder weather is here and you transcend to clothing that is comfortable and warm,
Spring brings hope and happiness to us all, god's blessing.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz



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The Snowy Life of Two Loving Ghosts

Taking suggestions especially on this poem. This is a first draft and I like it, but I don't have time to edit at the moment. Thank you!
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The two ghosts dance through the barren forrest,
leaving footsteps to be pondered about
by the man who owns the land in the morning.
Howls and Screams and Laughter and Love
fill the dewy dark sky.
The two, lovers in death,
never knowing of the truth,
that their lives were taken
Snowfalls before,
being murdered in these woods,
their throat slits and their bodies mutilated,
No one knew who they were.

But here they are again,
running through the spindly trees,
taking in the scenes of their
eternal winter.
He takes her hand,
leading her to an opening in the trees,
a perfect circle, no light insight
but the stars above,
so beautiful,
so prominent.
Theres not a place in this town
better than this
to see the future amongst the stars.

They came here that day,
tent in one hand,
telescope in the other;
their thoughts in the air.
They were seventeen,
Seniors awaiting the approval
of a diploma,
They should be studying,
mid-terms next week.
They took a fatal break,
spent the night together,
only belonging to each other.

The ghosts;
who's sight doesn't recognize
the spot of their demise. 
They sit on top of a large smooth stone,
Left their by the world in it's hurry.
They gaze upon the stars,
waiting for the world to reveal itself.
The screams and wails and love still permeate the air.

They fell asleep in each others arms,
and so they never heard the footsteps,
the drunken laughs of men full of sin,
ready for some action.
They found the tent,
they killed the innocent souls,
but instead of leaving they bodies,
they left the ghosts,
taking the bodies and
depositing them in the freezing lake.
They then sat upon the rock,
laughing about the deed done,
passing out in the deadfall of snow.

The transparent lovers jump to the snow,
throwing themselves down to sleep the night away.
They cuddle,
protecting each other from the snow,
the danger,
the truth.
The smile,
and with one last scream,
they kiss,
disappearing,
merging with the snow,
Part of the world,
and this spot full of false truths.

No longer do lively bodies wander about the woods,
and the owner hardly visits.
But a few times each winter,
when the snow has fallen so deep,
You can hear the screams,
the howls, 
the laughter
and the love
of two ghosts
dancing in the snow.


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Of Demons and Wolves

     Far above the ice and Snow
     An Eagle circles waters blue
     Wolves are silent as they run
     While talons grasp a Salmon's scaly skin.

     The twilight Shadow; wolf growling heard.
     Prey is scarce, the earth is hard.
     The meadow. The brook.  In Forest realm.
     A glint on Snow forms stories old.

     The hunt; circling.  The Stag now knows.
     With hunger pangs and snapping maws;
     The chase.  The turn.  The leap to throat. . .
     Red eyes in twilight as the wolves do feast!

     The moon is high where the wolves have stopped.
     An Owl swoops down to then next perch.
     Exchanges, leanings, teaching what?
     A wolf starts howling in the cold Moonlight.


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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


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BURY ME IN BRAMBLE


The stones speak so softly that I need to strain to hear their words,
a recital of names and dates that barely give a hint to those still living.
Tablets provide little insight into the moments that brought their days

luster and I can not help but wonder whether that last breath was held.
Peace taunts with the house finches that croon from the old, red maples
and the water fountain, aptly shaded, cradles lost feathers and leaves.

I walk the path of one who has grieved, but granite glints in sunlight, 
Bouquets on these solid sentries seem bridal, blooms that surely believe
in the sanctity of seed, the true marriage of sun and soil, the sudden mercy 

of rain, things man takes for granted until that killing frost of winter white.
Sedation perfumes the air, a fragrant sigh from roses and tender lavender, 
All is meant to ease sorrow’s bite, yet it strains at a leash most unnatural.

Gentled by lawns and flower beds, the markers obey, become ornamental.
I happen upon a girl’s grave, my shuffling tread belongs in a distant nursery
as though I approach a silent crib, yet if she’d skipped through this cemetery 
 
she could not peer over the perfectly pruned hedge, so very young was she.
Perhaps she’d search for fairy thimbleweed, snow in summer, snapdragons.
But this place has been completely tamed. Groundskeeper, oh, the travesty!

When it is time to lay me low, forget the casket, do not dare imprison me,
Bury this poet in bramble, invite close the crow, and banish the sentimental,
I long for roots to bind my hands, tickle a loose spine. Come, baneberry!
 
Let be the field thistles and fragile ferns, blanket every bone with ivy, 
Allow the muffled dead to tell their wild tales, hush every mourning dove,
Pay more heed to those restless below and less to those resting above. 




*thimbleweed, snow in summer, snapdragons, field thistles and fragile ferns are Ontario wildflowers, as is the baneberry, but the baneberry is also poisoness.


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Snow Fall

                      Snowflakes kiss the ground
And blanket the earth in a white temple of frozen nature
                       Clean and cold is the stillness
                                     Of winter


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Winter

Although the snow falling from the darkened night sky
looks beautiful and peaceful,
I cannot help but dread the effort it will require
to shovel the collective accumulation from my driveway
in the morning.

Although the ice covered tree branches
look spectacular, glistening under the light
from a winter’s full moon,
I cannot help but worry that we may loose
power soon as the result of a
fallen branch on an electrical wire.

Although I sit comfortably,
sipping hot cocoa in front of an
amazingly warm and sparkling fire,
I cannot help but contemplate how
much longer I have before I must
venture outside in the bitter cold to
replenish my supply of logs to fuel it.

Although I smile while looking forward
to frolicking in the snow with my kids tomorrow morning;
making snow angels, snowmen and other snow creatures,
I cannot help but worry about the 
forfeited spring break to make up for
all the school snow days this winter has created.

Although I love the winter;
her beauty; her freshness;
her white purity; her calming fury;
her peaceful ways; her glorious sparkle;
I cannot help but dream of the 
summer sun and warm beaches
that are but yet a few months away.


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FROZEN TREES UNDER A BRIGHT MARIGOLD SKY

The December sun fought
to shine through the golden clouds
and reach the frozen trees
under a bright marigold sky;
even the evergreen shrubs
were covered with frost
as on those Autumn mornings.


No ducks were seen
swimming in the murky lake,
it needed them for some harmony;
an occasional gust shook
the firs drooping branches
by letting frost fall off 
and it fell like small icicles.


All the boats remained fastened to anchors,
no hurricane or storm could ever make them go astray;
summer's evenings were delightful
seeing them row along the lake's solitary banks...
I recall with melancholy the boater singing 
an allegretto song with his baritone voice.


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Snow Falls

Snow Falls Crisp air in the night Sky full of moonlight The snow gently falling like diamond dust Covering the earth with sparkling gems Soft and pure in its beauty leaving the world in silence I stand letting the blanket of silence envelop me, Tilting my head into the night sky The snow landing on my cheeks and lips Like a lover’s caressing kiss Coaxing the earth into a gentle sleep Blanketing us all in winter’s peace Silently the snow falls Written By: Janet Setters


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The Siren

The Siren

I was only seven then, it had snowed all night, there was at least a foot of new snow on the ground making it almost three feet of snow so far for the season. One of the coldest winter in years.
I was on my way to school, walking ankle deep in snow when the first air raid warning siren came on, it was a frightful sound, I saw people running in all directions to the nearest shelters for protection.
I was scared and confused, I didn't know what to do, I decided to run back home but some kids kept running by me and yelling at me "Come on!" It was closer to school so that's where I ran too.
The shelter at school was a big basement, were they also stored some school equipment, if a bomb would
hit the school building we all would be buried alive in the basement.
After one hour the air raid siren where sounding that
the raid was over and it was safe to leave the shelter. Luckily there was nothing bombed within our area.
We only spend halve a day in school, but we got more home work.
Life was never the same, it was the beginning of almost daily hearing the hair raising sirens,
it brought a lot of fear and tragedy.


Erich J.Goller
Copyright 2009



for The Childhood Memory Contest


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Tranquillity

It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!

I was all set for bed
when I decided 
to put out the light and
to look out the window

The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene

I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow

I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked 
as lovely as it looks tonight


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THE SNOW

The snow fell down. It covered the ground, in a blanket of white. What a beautiful sight. Children grinned from ear to ear. As they saw the heavenly snow appear. There were thoughts of playing in the snow. Building a snowman, with eyes of coal. The snow is enjoyed by young and old. Everyone bundles up for the cold. The sleds come out. The children shout. "I love the snow, I love the snow." It's fun to watch the families, having fun with their kiddies. Have you ever made an angel in the snow? Then watch it disappear when the wind did blow. Were you ever in a snowball fight that lasted all day until the night? There is sking and ice skating to name a few, of the winter sports people like to do. There are hazards too. When roads are bad. Accidents, many or few , could be had. Enjoy the snow and have some fun. Don't drive your car, like a Son of a Gun. Drive careful and take your time. You'll reach your destination, in due time. The snow comes falling down In every country, city, and town. It won't last forever. It'll melt away. The sun will come out, and shine all day. Go out and enjoy it while you can. Go out and make a big snowman.


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Passengers

A froth of snow crusts the ground,
fixing in place the remaining blades of green grass
and outlining the metal edges of stop signs.
The road weaves wearily through the
freshly white washed landscape
with its distant, dusted, granite outcroppings.
Fellow travelers in blanketed cars whoosh passed
chunks of icy snow fly, lambasting the negligent bumper hugger.
Warmed by the wheels spin the asphalt seizes its shivering.
Weighted wires laden and humming unburden themselves
upon frosted windshields with undignified plops
and so the momentary beauty of a winter morn passes.


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Alpinist

I can feel the frigid air bite my lungs
as my shallow breaths try in vain to
soothe and stop the burning pain.
Each struggling footfall could be my last,
yet the mountain taunts me to keep onward.
The snow has consumed my crampon booted feet 
with numbness as trembling loins beg my brain for rest.
Heartbeats match the pounding in my head.
I just can’t stop now when so near the summit.
Blinding snow begins to fall as I leave my two
closest friends behind on the promontory.
They plead with me to turn back with them.
All sensibilities have vanished into the whiteness.
“As I feel the snow fly, I will conquer or die”.
Let these words be my epitaph I call to them,
should the mountain claim my sorry soul.

August 10, 2014
For Charlotte Puddifoot's
Dark Poetry Contest


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Snow Play

Geese glide thru the air watching the snow roll with the flow.
Squirrels jump in the piles to wiggle and roll.
Dogs check every nock and cranny then run all around.
Little girls make snow angels where perfect delicate wings abound.
Boys make a fort with a snowball fight destined to win.
Skaters sweep snow from their ice to be able to spin.
Hockey players in their play scatter the snow and rough up the ice.
Mothers look from the window, where while baking every thing looks nice.
Sleders regale themselves in the speed of the hill.
To driver’s it’s dangerous, messy, slowing everything down.
But to every one it’s the time of year where joy can abound,
All because the swirling madness came floating down and around.
And after the fun when we lay snuggling in our beds…
We’ll sleep till the next day with snow dancing in our heads.
And dreading the day when the snow goes away,
We can’t wait to run out and again to play.


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Frozen ghost

Parchment-paper trees 
Rise from a backbone of fallen snow 
I walk through the skeleton of the world


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AND ALL FALL DOWN

snow flakes fall to the earth
you close your eyes 
and your body floats 
up to heaven 
and all fall to earth

with the snow
and you scoop it up
and make snow men 
and snow women
which the sun melts 

and all fall to earth 
and the earth becomes one 
large hoary snow ball
until the next 
change in the fall


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Snow globe

We strip ourselves of all
These clothes
And lay them swiftly
On the armchair.

But only they will embrace 
All night.

I still don’t understand your voice,
Dashing around the room
As if trapped inside a snow globe.

Your tears fall like snow,
You caress me inside your blizzard
And I’m shaken like the snow globe.

I lay wounding on your
Pile of tears, hoping for tomorrow
When our hands will stop searching
For one another.

The windows are closing up
On your last words,
Leaving yourself on the 
Other side of the bed... on the other side of you.

Only our clothes embrace
For the night.


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


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Beautiful Things

I always fall in love with beautiful things;
The year's first snowfall is an untouched scape
Of sweet serenity, shimmering in cool blue 
Effervescence...

I always fall in love with beautiful things;
His smile was warm-
His soul was so beautiful...

I always destroy the beauty in the things I love-
The perfection of the first snowfall is trodden on
Until it is a mishmash of clumsy footprints,
Of the dips where I stumbled
And of the grooves I shoved through-

I always destroy the beauty in the things I love...
There's always pain behind his smile now...

The things I love always destroy me...
I'm left with cold feet
And two broken hearts-
His, and mine


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A Child's Christmas

It had finally arrived and excited he was
He quickly ran down the stairs toward the fireplace
Grinning from head to toe
With the largest smile on his face
This Christmas was like no other I heard him say
Not only had Santa brought him a black and red racing car set
But his dream bicycle that he wished to Santa he would get
His day still wasn't through
Because snow was falling outside the window
Which was definitely something new
Suddenly he realized saying, " It's snowing outside ."
He then disappeared bike and all
As he joyfully watched the snow flakes fall
I could see how happy he was about Christmas
That he wasn't at all ready for the day to end
He told me that Santa had really came through
And that this Christmas was the best
Because he got everything that he wanted to

12/12/2013





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Footprints

saying goodbye to you
every time
is like being in a snowstorm
and watching my only companion 
walk away through the whiteness
fading away through 
pale distance
until the only evidence
you ever existed
are footprints
already
gone


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God's Winter Stage

Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered  trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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THIS FROST BRINGS SNOW Written in honor of favorite poet Robert Frost

Note: ( I proudly share the same birth date with my favorite poet, Robert Frost (3-26)

I wrote the following poem in honor of my favorite poet, Robert Frost, who was born in the same 
month and date as I, March 26th, the only difference was the year, yet those years have not separated 
our poetic kinship. I decided to use a similar style as was used by my childhood poet hero. 
The poem is not about him, yet I have used his surname in the title as inspiration for it! I hope you enjoy it. Robert

This Frost Brings Snow

When rains attempt to touch down.
Chilled north breath freezes them;
Heaven's watery tears, 
Turning inward to crystal. 

So much fun to slide
On their blinding residue.
These feet used for sleds;
Not so humorous on unprepared bottom.

Still, this fresh cold oxygen,
It exhilarates older lungs.
I've breathed warmer air,
Yet from poisoned lower valleys.

Something about this frosted water,
Floating into my life.
A natural miracle from the sky;
My mind loves it before it melts. 

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.


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Summer Heat

          Summer Heat

What could be colder than the sun
Hell froze below all thermals known
Ice cream burns the tongue
Less than zero, the bitter winds begin
Glaciers form on Florida shores
One snow flake at a time
Hurricanes move in opposite directions
Work just like vacuums
Clears the landscape clean of ice and trees
People on the streets shiver at the thought of heat
Ice turns debris and minds to crystal freezers
Under the cover of summer sun
Delirium sets in


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THE HOLIDAY'S THRILLING LAUGHTER ECHOES AGAIN

The Christmas Tree with its twinkling 
tiny, colored lights
were as festive as this spirit could be....
seeking a chocolate treat;
hundreds of present that took hours
to wrap lay underneath it...
there was something for everybody!
Didn't the joyful angel sing from higher
accompanied by lyres? 


The Holiday's thrilling laughter
echoes again with voices that warm up
the coldest heart in town...
is anyone coming tonight and spent
the snowy night caroling with me?       


Peter and Jane, the nice kids next door,
drop in and hand me a present...
so delightful is their greeting,
" Merry Christmas, Sir! " 
Suddenly my cheerless face glows...
a warm emotion tingles me over,"
" Merry Christmas to you, 
and thanks for remembering a lonely 
neighbor who thought nobody cared! "


Towards midnight I looked to the East,
there I spotted the same star that the Magi followed...
it was getting brighter and brighter,
and standing to admire that wondrous light,
I started singing and praising Him 
as all neighbors came out and joined me...
then I stopped wishing that the Holiday's thrilling laughter
would echo again! For once, snow didn't feel cold
being surrounded by their warmth!    




Written on 12/ 5/2012


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Coldest Winter Ever


       Let me tell you about the coldest winter ever.  I thought the snow would continue to fall 
forever.   A blizzard came through and snowed us in.  I caught the flu and was delirious for 
an entire weekend.  The electricity was out and no doubt all was lost.  It seems we could not 
overcome the frost.  Kerosene heaters could only do so much.  Everything in the house was 
ice cold to the touch.  We were so cold, we did not even have a desire to eat.  Huddled 
together, fighting the weather with our body heat.
       The winter was so mean, and just when there was a sprinke of hope...we ran out of 
kerosene!  And cold water equals bad hygiene.  We eventually ate saltines for protein.  We 
would shiver under the covers thinking we were gonna freeze to death; but we discovered 
warmth in our hot smelly breath.  During the night we used a flashlight. Being out from under 
covers our bodies would be attacked by frost bite.
       On that last morning at the crack of dawn.  The snow was melting and I could see parts 
of the lawn.  We were all physically, emothionally drained.  But the cold still remained.  I 
then knew, that too, would not last forever.  But it was still the coldest winter ever. 
 
 
Note: Constance la france wanted to feel the chill of winter for the contest "Let it 
Snow" ...Read on but don't get frost bit...lol


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VISUAL BLUR

The Cannabis Queen
Rides her Snow Chariot
A glass shard still remains in his heart
And his heart still remains ice.
This is his true state of existence.

He worships the Queen,
Because now, all is pure,
White and still.
He kisses the back of her palm
In deep submission
She smiles and takes him to her lap
And together they ride the snow filled country side.
Here, there is only love,
Only acceptance,
Redemption and forgiveness.
Together they merge into the fog,
Their silhouettes lost in a holy blur.



In a cold secret chamber,
The maid and the drunkard make love.
She kisses him not,
For his mouth reeks of wine.
N yet she clasps to him and does not let go.
There is,
Such passion,
Such want,
That nothing stops her from having him.
And as she moves rhythmically on top of him
She looks into his eyes
Where the power of wine
The power of an orgasm
The power of a sleepless night
Blur into a holy blur.



In a place called Xibalba
Through which the dead pass
From the confinement called life
To the liberation called death
One soul readies to take the plunge,
To come to terms,
To be one with the eternal.

In one cosmic leap, the soul
Splits into a million tiny pieces,
Of its many laughs
Of its many cries
Of its many loves and hatreds
And its each tiny emotion
Each tiny memory
That came to be in its journey through life,
Becomes a star,
Studding the eternal silver sky,
And transforming it into a holy visual  blur.


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LAST HURRAH OF THE MELTING SNOWHEAPS

LAST HURRAH OF THE MELTING SNOWHEAPS

Glisten you snow heaps.
Coruscate your last 
In this sun. 
For listen  -  you show
Signs of fading fast.
The sun which now magnifies your import
Will tomorrow bleed you to nothing:
And you will be an ill-recalled memory
In the far off  sunny days of spring


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NOTE
Ever watched a melting snow heap 
draining its life in rivulets of jewels like liquid diamonds?


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this is more a story than a poem on the school's field

When  i  think of schools feled i always think of the winter days 
  with  your mates in the snow,wind and rain 
the best bit is the snow making snow balls and throing them at techer.
having fun making snow men on sliding on ice having hot chocolate,  but then again some 
people hate winter when it snows rain and very high winds  so they huddle together like 
penguinsin thire black and white uniform they hate the snow balls hitting them in the face and 
slipping on ice and hurting themselves but the best bit is getting your mates i rember those 
days and at a few acasions it has bean an oceon of mud and a copple of island of children 
huddeld aganest the coled. ow year and getting snow of thechers cars to make big snowballs 
it is yousaly veary coled and windy
CAN YOU REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME YOU MADE A SNOW MAN A  SNOWBALL SNOW ANGELS 
YOUR HANDS GETTING NUME SLIDING ON ICE ?
I CAN CAN YOU ?

BY JAMES CHRISTIAN


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Two Chairs and a Grill

On the back deck,
snow has turned two empty chairs,
sitting beside the shrouded grill,
into phantoms with open arms
waiting for corn to roast,
peppers to lose their crisp edges,
onions to gather sweetness,
and shrimp to hold their fibrous flavor
for the taster's tongue.

Birds by the score, alerted 
by the snowy air, raid 
the feeder above the grill.
Woodpeckers come,
the hairy, the downy, the nuthatch 
the ladder-backed, feasting on suet.
Smaller birds ignore fear
(and the watchers behind glass),
bravely eat beside their enemy
as they dart, hop, fly on, over,
and under, two chairs and a grill.





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Frozen Pond

As I walk next to the frozen pond
The early morning sun was rising from behind the hill in the distance
Its warm rays peek through the line of maples
The air was still, the day was quiet

Only yesterday’s snow crunches with each step I take,
And the new freshly fallen powdery snow swooshes out from under my boots
I wondered, as I peered at the icy pond, would it support my weight
Should I venture across?
I would reach the road faster by cutting across, and decided to risk it
Gingerly I stepped, one foot at a time, holding my breath, closing my eyes,
Listening for the ominous crack
The air was still, the day was quiet

I hastened my step, quickly, lightly
It was a narrow, but a long pond, and deep for one so small
My heart pounded at the thought of its bottom
Nearing the center, the belly of this beast, a sharp noise stopped me like a statue
On the frozen pond


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Snow

The snow flakes gently fall
they wrap their icy embrace
around junipers of bloom
they float down and coat the globe in white
they cushion the streets
and cushion the hearts
the snow shuts the world out
it blinds and covers
it covers the grime
the blatant poverty
it makes everything look clean and pristine


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First flakes of snow

Here they come.
First flakes of that white snow
Still stirs the child in me
Melting flakes on my hand
envelop me with nostalgia
Still I get that smile on my face
Still I start dreaming
Still I feel warm at heart
in that chilling  cold
Still I want to dance
With those first flakes of snow.


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Season's Change

Spring how wonderful for alas it is here
Birds fly all around making good cheer
My lover sits close to me and whispers in my ear "I love you my dear" 

Summer how splendid the pool parties began and all the kids hope it will never end
And then my lover comes to me and looks me in my eyes with sincerity  and says              "I'll always love you my darling" 


Fall has it all as the wind calls to the trees as their leaves fall and turn colors from what use to be green
As far as my eyes can see they cover the ground
I look for my lover but he can not be found
I call for him but he does not reply
Perhaps I will see him another time



Winter sets in  followed by cold icy winds
It blows poor trees which are now dead and bare
The sky has turned gray and the flowers have gone away and now I see snow
But where my lover is I still do not know
The snow touches my skin with soft icy pains of sadness 
With a broken heart comes many things anything but gladness




Weeks go by but it is not yet spring 
The snow has all melted and dead grass is all I see
Then I look into the distances for something has caught my eye
"Oh My!"  I cry it is my lover I see
I run to him and grab him joyfully
But that joy was short lived as he pushes me away
With his face like a storm he says "I don't love you anymore" 


Like seasons people also do change 
I know this now as I slowly turn and walk away....  


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This Night I Wait

Crisp, fresh footsteps on the
smooth serene picture of
snow darkened by night.
They ruin the blanket of
nature left by the
flurries in the midts of winter
with a new beauty,
in which I find more attractive.
The crisp, fresh footsteps of your
departure leave me to ponder
on the questions at trial in your mind;
Have you enjoyed the day,
the cook-off at church,
sleeping at your grandmothers,
eating at mine?
and the safety of your journey
back to your warm, messy bed.
I sit on the edge of my own,
waiting for the return of the
crisp, fresh footsteps
one snowy day.


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Dreaming Inside A Dream II

I dreamed

of snow...glistening

lacing the air,

falling without pattern,

whiting out

a dreary day of

gray trees and

forlorn brown grass.

The snow rested on my face,

raised to the sky.

The snow tickled my eye lids,

reminding me again

of you,

and the last snow-fall we shared.

You brush away my tears, smiling

from the heavens.



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On a winter painting

Pillowy white goose feathers
have fallen softly
upon the creaky grass
rotting away
after the autumn feast.

Lacy icicles of flakes
freezing the final
leftovers of the trees.

Exhausted life protected
below the snowstriken embrace
of this mysterious quilt.

What will emerge
out of the covers
once the long sleep is done?

Trees, bushes or, may hap, a rose?
a butterfly?
or, woe, the slithering body of a snake
sliding its way in hissing sighs
melting the ice while winding by?


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Unrequited love

It was a cold winter’s eve,
     The stars had been scattered across the night. 
          I lay there, for I had tried to take my life….
      The crimson against the snow glistened like liquid ruby
As the… 
   World …
      Began… 
    To… 
  Spin…

Closing my eyes, I heard your footsteps in the snow.
  You pulled me to my feet and wiped away my tears.
      But I could not look at you, for 
         Although my voice cries for redemption,
      My soul begs for deliverance,
And as you swore I’d be okay, 
The sight of my blood in the snow
   PROVED…
      YOU… 
   WRONG…
You saw me the other day, broken on the floor,
My wrists slit, choking as I begged the Lord to let me go…
You stood there and watched me, waiting for me to pick myself up.
I did.
  Slowly, I seemed to recover as you held out a hand.
     I took it.
        Never again…
For since you put the water to my lips, I swear you gave me sweet poison,
Then you gave me a rose. 
   A black one.
       “To give you courage,” you whispered in my ear as I held onto you for sweet life.
BUT LIFE’S NOT SO SWEET, BE WARNED!
 You sweep the hair from my face as the icy wind blew harshly on my skin.
You smile at me, but again, the 
        World …
      Began… 
    To… 
  Spin…
You let me fall to the cold ground, 
  I gasp as the pain shot through my wrists,
My cold, dark blood began to curdle to ice.
  I began to cry as you knelt beside me.
You took my dying head in your hands and kissed me. 
   “I love you.” I choked.
You smiled cruelly and lay my head in the snow and throw the rose onto my chest.
    “Fare ye well.”
I reached out my hand as your blurred shadow walked away. 
I called out your name, but you walked on. 
I got to my knees and crawled three steps, 
   But….
….I collapsed 
         In the snow,
      The ice hit me hard.
    Darkness, 
Then-

 


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SNOW AFTERMATH

It’s been a few days, but snow still lingers,
fighting rearguard engagements with time,
hiding in shadowed walks, covered alcoves,
holding out against inevitable disappearance;
only a memory of white-covered ground,
joy to some, yet a danger to many others,
brought city to standstill, except those slipping
down icy paths and roads, flopping like fish
waiting for shoppers in a port market.


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Difference Methods of Impact

Not everyone is like the rain
Ever-pounding into the concrete with a
Roar sounding through the clouds above
Drenching everything in its path as 
A reminder of their abilities

Extroverts

There are those of snow-like characteristics
Gracefully gliding down to whatever
Land the wind so desires to clothe
Nearly silent to the world  
Yet impacting just as many

Introverts


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The Winter

The soft wind blows
as the falling of each little snow flake
makes its way to the ground.
An unknown future lays ahead,
not knowing what the next step will take them,
water flows through the cracks in the street
to take them to a journey that could last a lifetime,
or end in a instant.
Something that is out of their control.
Life starts with one flake
and can grow into an entire mound of snow
to fill the hearts of children with joy,
or can make one man able to work and support his family,
either way,
one snow flake has so much to live up to,
and to be able to fulfill that destiny, only god will know.


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Start My Heart

I’ve Been Here All Along, 
Yet Things Never Seem To Change, 
It's Like I'm All Alone, 
Just Walking Through The Rain...
Oh Darling It Is So Cold Outside,
And When The Snow Starts To Fall
It Is Your Name That I Seem To  Call,

I Need Your Warmth To Start My Heart,
Start My Heart,
Please Just Start My Heart

Think Back To December,
Do You Find It Hard To Remember,
The Snow Outside?
Do You Even Remember Me?

Well Don’t Try To Fix Me,
Cause I’m Not Broken,
And I Left My Heart On Ice,
I’m Changing Before Your Eyes,
And Let Us Face It, 
You Don’t Like It,

But Baby It’s So Cold Outside,
And I Need Your Warmth To Start My Heart,
So Start My Heart,
Please Just Start My Heart

Can You Really Live Without Me?
Can You Walk These Streets Alone,
When You Think Back To December
Will You Remember The Hands You’d Hold.

But Baby Its Not So Cold Outside,
And I know That You’re Okay,
So This Is My Last Offer,
Will you please let me know,
That you will be there 
When The winter stakes its claim again.

I need your warmth to start my heart,
So baby just be there,
Baby start my heart.
Just start My heart.


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A Winter's Sunset

When the sky is blue,
and a sea of white snow litters the ground
the one romantic an beautiful thing to witness
is a winter's sunset.
As the last of the Sun's beautiful glow
plays hide and seek behind snow covered hills,
and leafless trees,
it is a true sight to see,
but then you feel sad, for it only lasts a moment;
then it is all gone.
appreciate such a beautiful thing as a sunrise or a sunset,
no matter what season it may be,
to witness such beauty is a true gift of freedom.

.2.3.2014.


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THE SEVEN DISAPPEAR

THE   SEVEN   DISAPPEAR

So the Prince asked Snow White to marry him, 
And the dwarfs said good bye to Snow White. 
From that day on, Snow White lived  in a castle. 
But from time to time, she was drawn back
 to visit the little cottage down in the forest.
One day she knocked on door and  no one answered 
She asked about, and found that  -
Sneezy had been taken to  
the allergy clinic  for intensive treatment.
(When Snow white was found asleep
after the apple episode, 
they originally thought that Sneezy had infected her.)
Sleepy had been  sent
to the narcolepsy  institute  for observation;
Dopey ( a k a  The Dwarf  Dealer ) was taken 
To drug rehabilitation (with  basket-weaving);
Doc  (a  fleeing Nazi war criminal)  was 
Imprisoned for practising  medicine without a  licence;
Bashful  (real name Social Phobia )  
Was felt to be in need of  counselling; 
Grumpy had no choice but anger-management  classes 
( residential accommodation included);
Happy was suspected of near-imbecile tendencies -  
Hence his happiness in the face of dwarfism and  loneliness -
He was locked up for observation and self-protection.

So Snow White lived happily ever after but 
Thanks to government  programs and welfare spending  
The seven also lived in closed  institutions for  ever after. 
Their diamond mine was taken over by the state 
To offset the medical costs.
……………………………………………………………..

Written for John Heck’s competition
The “Happy Ending”  of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs


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My Christmas Miracle

        
The snow is falling ever so gently
Like diamonds if they should fall from the sky
The street lights showcase the downfall
All is quiet as the beauty enfolds

The snow is falling ever so heavier
Against the window pane as I gaze through
There is no rain tonight in our tropical climate
Snow for Christmas in our small  part of the world

The snow is  falling at greater  speed
The wind is blowing the snow into a frenzy
The temperature is dropping as the moments past
A blizzard for Christmas it appears to be

The snow is falling but  I can no longer see
Nothing but a white blur out in the world
But still I hold something close to my heart
For I had asked for a miracle tonight

Snow for Christmas in my tropical world


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The South Westerly


                     Oh! for the wet warm South Westerly 

                     after the cold white North Easterly leaving  

                     sparkling rain on each window pane South Westerly.
                  
                     At night this rain paints all inanimate things a vivid 
    
                     hue, while humans look care worn, some even sickly, 

                     no longer New Year spick and span but of a drearier hue. 

                     New snow in the Wolds as yeast in England's east, another 

                     feast for children and adults unable to bring home the bacon.

                     Drains turn into ice topped streams that underneath show 

                     water swimming like eels in a race to breed. Across the North Sea

                     diagonally from The Wash, heavy snow is falling in the Norge 

                     fjords like so many Vikings on a raid for plunder, trade or conquest.  

        


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The Snow

The snow doth fall upon my face

with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6

The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate

The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water 

And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway

I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street

Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway

She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice

I call back,"Merry Christmas".


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Snow

Looking out my window when the air is cold and brisk
I see the sun is shining and my heart is filled with bliss
Knowing that in this beauty nothing can go amiss

The snow is new and glistneng in it's white and untouched glory
Waiting for children to come and play, making their own happy story

As I watch new snow falls and there is magic in the air
I feel the elation of everyone that is there
Creating a snow man with spagetii for hair

Soon they'll come inside, cold and dripping wet
The children, they are all as happy as they can get

I await their smiling faces inside by the fire
With hot chocolate and listening to Cristmas songs sung by a chior

Jacque Graham
11/1/11


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Another Day Without You

Another day without you as
We carry each others’ burdens
Soft snow flakes twirling falling
The old north wind blowing
Creating a fine mist pressing 
Against my window pane

Another long day without you
I stand with my coffee in hand
Lost in an elaborate daydream 
I count the number of days
The hours minutes the second
When these eyes will you behold

Another day without you
Your words like snow flakes float 
Through my mind so totally focused
Within the mist I see your face 
Your self-assured quirky smile-
The door bell rings my dream erased!


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through the ice

two teenage boys had gone ice fishing with their fathers way up north
where isolation is the word of the day &
the snow is so deep that snow shoes are something of a prerequisite to
stepping outside your house---
as the two fathers were out on the ice
setting up the holes & getting the tip-ups ready,
the two boys were fighting on a hill that was so freshly covered with snow
that not one footstep or animal track
had descended down to the shore of the frozen pond &
as one of the boys ran down the hill after getting a good thrashing with the other’s
stick,
his legs suddenly dropped through,
apparently where he thought the land still continued &
the ice would not have began yet---
however, as he was wrong,
he promptly fell through.

thinking quickly, instinctively perhaps,
the boy left on land threw his stick 
(the one which he’d been beating his friend with)
down towards the other that had just fallen through &
was subsequently sinking with a look on his face
of fear & shock combined---
after being shouted at to grab the stick,
one friend pulled the other from the icy water
before he fell completely under &
dragged him to land quickly enough
so that they both did not fall in again.

though the boy who’d fallen through 
now walked in frozen jeans &
could hardly feel his legs,
he was taken to where the fathers had started a fire
near the holes they drilled &
after stripping him down & basically putting his legs in
the fire,
the boy’s father was able to keep his son from
getting hypothermia. 

the fishing was cut short 
as the small group made haste down the long trail
back to the trucks
where the father of the nearly frozen boy
sat him in the cab of his truck
with his bare feet in front of the heater
all the way home.


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The Lights Of Christmas

The lights of Christmas
I see the snow as it falls on the trees so pretty.
People they gather in the town to see the lights of Christmas.
Red, blue,green and yellow.
Sparkle under the white snow on the trees.
Santa and his sled are all decked out in lights of Christmas.
Snowball fights and songs of joy fill the air and are a sight.
The bells make a song of the season as the snow falls for no reason.
The town is all lite at night with the lights of Christmas.


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Penguin Dance

When one sees the penguins stand
in ice born storm at minus forty
why don't they move to a better land.
They stand together and don't complain
then they walk to the sea again.

What do they do just standing there?
looking up at snowflakes fall
do they wonder and compare
the snow flakes size and weight'n all
perhaps they ask how many in a bunch,
Mostly I spect they think of lunch.

Why do they nest on hard cold ice
far, so far, from the water's side
with no food and no bed thats nice.
Do they stand about with pride
And think of food and dream and wish
about their sea so full of fish.

Do they wonder about their children
with a parents welling love,
what do they hope for their baby.
And do they tell their fluffy young ones
about the stories their father told them
as they stood on their grandads feet.

Do some dream of slick fast swim
arrow sleek through high light waters
of sweeping curve and fish fast turn
as they stand on ice hard water.

How do the baby penguins feel
when first they see the ice cold water,
are they eager but full of fear
is it then a heaven for them
to feel the wonder of achievement
of the dance, a water ballet.

What is it to be a penguin
to be a wobbly bumbling comic
who waddles wobbly with no grace
But soon is born to the water.......
and graceful dances in the wonderous sea.


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Mountain Top

Mountain top
The leaves are all but gone as they fall from the trees on the mountain top.
The breeze blows the last few away making way for the winter snow.
A few flake start to fall with the help of old mother nature 
Fall as if God had taken them from her and places them here on the mountain top.
Soon it will be covered like a white cap on your head. Snow is blowing here and there.
Each mountain top covered in its own way . Snow flying from tree to tree.
As the tops are white and ready for the long winter storms.
The cold will blow and the snow will fall until the birds do fly once more. 
But the mountain top snow will remain till the warm summer breeze.


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Snow Days of a Winter Storm - Weather Forecast

"Bundle up folks if you need to come out,
It's going to be a rough one...at least snow
for a few more days!"The weather man boasted.
The weather report was all over the television
And radio...We haven't had this much snow
since the winter of 2010."was repeated, it seemed,
every twenty minutes.
On and on it snowed but what did I care.

The first day it snowed, I stayed in bed and
covered my head.

The second day, the wind howled and the snow
was deep...I peered out my window and on the
pane, I drew hearts and wrote your name again and
again.  I watched as it trickled away in a vapor trail
like lost tears.

On the third day, the snow settled into a quiet sleep,
Oh so beautiful..a picture book painting of white wonder.
 The weather report encouraged everyone to be patient,
the snow plows would soon be in the out-lying nighborhoods.
Finally some good news, I thought.

On the fourth day, I went ouside and made snow angels
so you would know, when you passed by, I still
knew how to be happy!


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Winter Portrait

There are many days until winter,
Snow falls gently on the houses and trees.

The houses look like they are made of gingerbread,
The snow sweeps across the rooftops.

Branches of the spruces and pines touched with fresh snow, 
Snowflakes exquiste to view.

Walking becomes a careful excercise,
The snow covered sidewalks.

Soon to be cleaned and swept,
Pedestrians dressed with their warm coats and hats.

Vehicles standing in the driveway,
Partially covered with snow.

A labrador retriever shakes off the snow,
A wise owl sits on a snow covered tree branch.

The beautiful blue jay sits on the branch of a snow covered pine tree,
Parents and children warmly dressed, caress the winter weather.

The gentle hill becomes their playground,
Toboggans and slides are a favorite passtime.

Skiiers can be seen gliding down slopes,
When you arrive home a delicous cup of cocoa or tea.

Welcomes and warms the fans of winter,
God's day complete, good to be home.

Thankful for such a beautiful winter day,
Blessed by the Lord.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz






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The snow flakes are among us

As the nights are getting cold
we snuggle
into our blankets even more
heavier P.J.'s
I daresay

The snow is being prepared
every night and morning
children look outside their windows
hoping to see the snow on the ground
or maybe just maybe a snowflake in the air

These days and nights are changing
as the snow flakes come as one
to be among us
until the summer
which is yet to come.


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The Snow falls

for years and years,
minutes have passed
hours have dragged,
	but the snow falls 

falling from the
same place
landing on the 
same ground 

the snow falls and
falls

since when?
I dont know

buildings grow
while buildings 
die


as the snow falls 


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The Passing of Lameraeron

Sun rose in the morning
Glittering on snow covered
Driving the freezing dark of night
To another place, another time
Sun set in glorious red, and shining saffron
Moon rises spreading midnight blue and ghostly pearl
In winter, in the glory of Lameraeron.

Dawn breaks over Lameraeron
Bringing warmth back to cold streets
Sending steam skywards from dew-covered stone
Sun warms new buds on creeper, vine and tree
Turning winter's cold gray beauty to fresh emerald
Fair towers and pinnacles bordered with the green hope
Of spring, in the fair days of Lameraeron

Bright sun beats down on markets
Traders and their stalls in Lameraeron's streets
Sending many an exotic aroma wafting on high
Through window in fair citadel, the great towers of watch
Hot day passes to cool night breeze
Stirring softly leaf of tree
Calm summer eve, in the bliss of Lameraeron.

Rain beats on stone and glass
Washing them clean on summer's dust
Rain passes to gentle breeze carrying upon it's breast
Fallen leaves of gold, or of fair oaken brown
Borne by breeze to another place, another dream
The dream of peaceful autumn
In autumn, in the twilight of Lameraeron

Winter returns to Lameraeron in glittering snow and frost
Thick pires of fog veiling the approach
Of the passing of Lameraeron
Evil from the far north, awakened long ago
Came and laid waste the fair glory of Lameraeron
Great city which had for centuries stood, laid waste in but a week
Forevermore the horror of the ruin of Lameraeron.


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Written On A Snowy Day

Come on, O missed-
one!
And sit by me in this 
snow.
Let’s imagine
How it will be there
In the vale,
We teacher-
colleagues had a 
two-day trip
That year, in that 
fair midsummer.
That ways
Amidst the gloomy 
jungles
Beneath the soaring 
cedars—
Old wild crows caw,
And mother-monkeys 
feed their babies
On gigantic rocks;
Over the craggy 
peaks—
Touching the skies;
Along the slippy 
stony narrow paths—
Heart beats high
And head sweats.
                                      Children-
giants 
snow-fighting
And their big-
breasted long haired 
mother is bathing 
naked
In the icy brook
And their frightening 
father(often laughs 
in pride or in 
anger-- 
as in storm thunder) 
is cooking on 
fire
The hunted hare.


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Frostbite

The snow crunches under my toes.
I feel like Frosty, wrapped up and poofy yet bitterly cold.
Cracking ice, frozen breath, my nose turns a painful pink.
I scoop up snow without gloves,
To examine each individuality...
My life-long curiousity with Wilson A. Bently's science.
My fingers tighten and prickle with cold,
so I follow animal tracks home.
I, bundled and cheerful,
Amble home from the frost to the hearth.


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A Small Mystery

Tiny footprints track
through soft slush.
I follow, pondering
what creature thus

has left elusive
miniature prints
which scarcely
burned a dent
in the squishy, swishy,
shallow snow.

Intrigued by the
zig-zag row,
I track to see
where it might go,
but with discovery
hovering near
the footprints
simply disappear.

Did the creature
know I was there
and dissipate
into thin air?
I suppose that I
shall never see
the answer to
this mystery.


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Snow Tower

              Snow Tower

Once captured, snowflakes suffer on high bastion walls
Every night strange noises come from Castilian distances
Call to them; voices remind them of the collective snow
Compacted, they feel safe in numbers hidden deep
Harsh winds take them to their fate
The uniqueness of each flake aligns with winter
As long cold storms of whiteness, weightless against green pines
Some soft feathery specks stay, they melt on branches
Others stray, out of reach, untouched by nature
It is surmised, they will survive in certain seasons
Drifting airless, crystalline gems, swirling up and out
Escape is plausible for some but not in the light of day
Landing on Snow Tower holds potential solace
In diminishing degrees of cold
A certain symbiotic thermal control
It grants them a somber reprieve
If only for a while, relief, and amnesty from what’s to come
Snow Tower sits atop golden ice blue rocks 
Waits out the time in numbness with the snow
Out of view from life and living things
But not the sun’s inquisitionists reach
Which finds, evaporates ice and snow
From every crevice and crevasse 
Once buried deep within and out the castle walls
Sun’s power exposing every flake
Strips the tower in the light 
Licks and laps it clean with warmth
To the white cold bone of snow
Down to the marrow of its soul


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HEY LINDA WHAT DID YOU MEAN U READ IT CUZ IT WAS ME SO COULD YOU KINDLY TELL ME WHO I AM

linda-----listen to Leonard Cohen any song on youtube.....puhhhhhh  leasssssse      
he'll make you feel as inadaaquate as he does me, betcha....i cannot listen to his 
words early  because i would never write another word during the day.....DO NOT let 
me know if he is or is not an unmitigated genius because I dig cliff hangars   your 
friend, ~free!~     AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO  
BLOW            
                                              SNOW
Saturday sought Snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast 
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night so right
And then she mystically appeared, 
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance no more for us that eve or evermore

For the band was on their symphonic way
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds April slay the snow………………
And as the ice and snow had done 
sorrowfully she was gone

Hours devoured days since I’d held her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her  
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene

Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart 
I  knew not the trail to her abode, 
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold

The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still  a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a 
lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Never to be continued

Someone opened the door to  the lounge
And the band was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there 
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew near
We both agreed that week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic 
start    © 2011.…Phreepoetree

 
 

             PHOUR PHOOLS PHOUR PHITES


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I CAN NO LONGER SHED TEARS

Like Snow White
I have unknowingly bitten into the poisonous
My heart beats just to keep me alive. 
I am broken.
I feel nothing. 

My heart is being cloaked against a warming.
My body shivers, shakes. 
My mind ponders, can love still grow?
The wells have dried I can no longer shed tears.

A strangling weed has begun to take control.
Tangling so deep around my heart that loves light is so hard to find. 
A tender feeling brings pain to the center of my being. 

The constant negativity is gnawing on my brain making it become numb. 
My head reels in pain to think a tender thought.
Mindless chatter is all I hear.

I crave darkness.
A sleep, an endless sleep.
Judge me if you must, condemn me not.
For, I am already condemned.
 
My blissful memories one by one are slowly fading away.
My warm emotions turning into a cold wind freezing my soul.

Will a true loves kiss when touched my lips rejuvenate my soul 
Expel me from the loveless poisons running rampant in my veins.
Uproot the lifeless emotions growing in my heart.
Reheat what passion remains.
Ignite the dying coals. 

Like Snow White 
Can I still arise to begin anew?
A true loves light capturing my soul.
A touch warming me to my core.  
Ending the lonely terror.

The wells have dried I can no longer shed tears. 


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Men Of Snow

Once, I was the first to touch snow.
my fingers contaminating a city of ivory
with color blossoming from my fist.

crescents of frost formed under my fingernails as
I crept from slumbering houses, pulling
myself into moonlight.

snowflakes dripped from bottom lashes, bleeding
over my skin until
I was as pale as winter;
I was the last breath
it took.

every step broke open
my marrow, spilling myself
on the silence
I could only
amble slowly, conscious
of the crunch of each
bare foot, blushing beat
in my heart exposed.

and December was in my bones,
sleeping

while I was awake, stretching toward
a sky blotted by the brightness
of quietude

building up in soft drifts in my throat
as shooting stars melted on my tongue.

now between breaths
are dreams of December,
as light as the time I was the first
to touch snow.


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Acres of Diamonds

The sun came up today, 
as usual,
but with a difference.

While we slept, 
rain changed to snow,
quarter-size flakes 
accruing on the wet earth.

Temperature dropped 
faster than snowflakes,
freezing the garage door shut.

Morning brought a crystal cloak,
to cover winter's drab face;
a blanket of jewels,
                winking in the sun.

A  priceless gift, 
from the Diamond Maker.



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Cruel Beauty

The alabaster snow hides
the scars of dead earth
with a cold cruel beauty
fierce and crippling
lacking in warmth.
The snow queen battles
with moaning wind
refusing to withdraw
as her anger increases
veiling any promise
of renewal and rebirth.
Laughing she challenges
all rights for survival
humiliating both man and beast.


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The Impossible Dream

I dream the impossible dream

I dream of snow that falls in
June,

I dream of pink and white tinsel
Hanging from the sky

With white and blue carnation
falling like rain

I dream of the turtle dove singing
Your favorite  medley of song

I dream of the night’s with sunshine
Shooting stars of cupid arrows
Sail

I dream of love when December is
Is a summer’s day

I dream of a love back in the summer
Of 71..

When the night’s were young and love
Blossom of roses..

I dreamed of times when everything
Was fine

When I was young and you were my
Shining star.

To dream the impossible dream when
When sky was yellow

And rain was blue

The snow fell in June

When days of December was gray
With long white icicles 

Glisten as sparkling diamond hanging
From branches..


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an UNFORGETTALBE EVE WHEN the wind opted to blow snow

     AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO  BLOW            
                                              SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast 
but for me it was heaven sent at the very least
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared, 
that evening’s gift to me
but the evening ended before she got to know me

For the band was on their symphonic way out
while two people who felt bound together for no reason suffered unreasonable doubt
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done 
I ended up the most sorrowful one

Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her  
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene

Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart 
I  knew not the trail to her abode, 
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold

The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still  a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a lady who 
was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
but hopefully to be continued

Someone opened the door to  the lounge
As the band was played the last song,  some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there 
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
and then utter the sigh of her "hi"
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And now, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start     
2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

 
 


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Frostbite

Crystalline white branches from a subzero snow.
Takes the place of beauty where leaves are suppose to grow.
A forest of white sparkle delight,
frosted sugaring of coldness bites,
rainbow flakes flutter in the crisp moist air,
 A shimmering spectacle; 
for only my eyes to bare.


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Lonesome Cities

One second,
That’s all it takes.
Just one phrase,
One slip of the mind…
And cities crumble.
The walls you see,
Still shimmer and sheen.
The city crumbles.
Bigger walls, built around it,
To the outside show splendor and might,
Yet is a mighty push from within.
No one is to come near,
Not anymore.
Delight across the face,
Hide the falls behind the soul’s doors.
No more – please, no more.
This city is weary with sorrow,
And much toil.
Can it not rest for a while?
Will no one prove those before amiss?
The black snow rains on this city,
It covers the ground,
Buries the walking dead.
Beloved ally, do not reproach thine-self.
The clouds that breathe this black
Are not of your city.
The Brutus city is not yours.
This Cain of a blow reaches,
Reaches deep, letting black snow loose.
Comrade city, lonesome city,
The façade lifts, thanks to thee.
The black snow thins.
Please, lift the doors from the dirt,
And know, we are lonesome cities.
Cities crumble.
Black snow thickens,
Yet two lonesome cities we shall remain.


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I heard it's cold outside

Winter's raw voice
yelled against the pane
of my window, today
and I sat here to think 
of a way to yell back.

The sun, it was hidden
and the snow was to blame
the clouds hung grey that bitter day

Piercing through the forest wall
I heard lies drifting frigid
through the trees, here to me
I heard the promise of warmth traveling

and the music that I heard
fell like snow in my midst
and it spoke in an artic melody

and the music that I heard
told me an icy truth...

I heard it's cold outside.


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Snow in May

Snow in May that first year
Mother’s day, it was
Remember how the tulips glowed
in hopeful brilliance through the frost?
It nearly warmed our hearts.

Eleven years of freezing takes its toll.
Rubbing sticks together wishing for a spark
to start a cozy campfire
to bask
and relax
and thaw in.
Too careless with the kerosene
Casualties of
explosions hurling words
and broken pieces of the past
and looks.
Ah, the looks.

Wounding and wounded

Eleven years of snow in May
Time to leave this place

Today I planted seeds
and in May, before I go
I will render their sprouted potential to the garden
so the next one can know
that new life grows
even where there’s snow in May.


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Release

 I walk alone in dark of night,

The starry sky my only light.

The crunch of snow beneath my feet,

Turning the corner, my shadow I meet.

My breath a cloud, distorts my sight.

 

The fields of farmers lay covered in snow,

My path shining ice, slipping sliding as I go.

The thoughts I hold they slowly drift away,

Troubles and concerns from another long day.

As I breathe in the frosty night air, memories flow.

 

Dainty snowflakes dancing high above,

The nighttime holds me like a glove.

Buried beneath the snow and ice,

Spring flower bulbs and sleeping mice.

Alone, peaceful - the sheltering night I love.

 

Across the fields the lights of home,

My feet step lightly as I roam.

Relaxed and released from everyday cares, the chilly night air captures my tears.

The warm house greets me, it feels good coming home. 


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Mess Up

Some days,
the snow will fall gray
Other times,
it sparkles white
But no matter
how the snow falls here,
It always
ends up being trod black
Then melting
and be coming a dark river of
Murky water
that floods the gutters
No matter if it's
dull or shining
You can count on it
getting messed up some way or another.


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My frozen fountain of youth

went to VT for the weekend
had a blast and pet the horses
had nothing to worry for a few

didn't think about work or school time
hoped to come home to write this rhyme
'cause I have something to share..

My fountain of youth 
is frozen for for now 
its a beautiful site
I really wish you could be there

I hope that tonight
my fountain is alright
the snow has built a sheet
I really wish you could be there - with me

man made 
but made so well
so close 
you can't tell

--Writer's note--
but forever now I will remember the time I went to my Grandpa's house, as a teenager, and
saw my fountain of youth was frozen with a slight dusting of snow on top. "I really wish
you could be there - with me"


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The Dog Exercising Machine

Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees 
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
every morning, 
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and sunshine. 


She runs in earnest ( can a dog do that ? ) 
Her tongue is back against her cheek.
Her ears scan and sweep 
and swivel around
left and right 
listening for something ahead 
or behind
as she gallops, trots, 
saunters, paces
 at my side.  


Sometimes in the dark, 
sometimes, just as the sun is coming up, 
but always in the morning, 
when the smells 
of the deer and elk 
are still fresh in the grass 
and the berry bushes 
along the fence.

I love to see her run.  I love to hear her run.
I can hear the jangle jangle of her tags and her collar --
her leathery, black ears flapping against her head.  
her breathing and sometimes
a snort or puff as her strong, wide paws hit their mark 
ker-plop, ker-plop.
Nails dig into the ground
 little wisps of grass and dirt, flying.


Now, her ears are back over her head and
the leathery tips almost touch 
as her back legs push 
like a rabbits
working in time
driving her faster.


When the snow is here
her feet beat their rhythm
in the icy white stuff.
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
the first marks in the snow, 
and maybe -- the
marks, in line with the truck's tracks,
there 
the next morning.


When she stretches all the way out
in a full run, her tongue is out  -- 
far out of her mouth, 
almost lashing against
her cheek.
Her strong back legs
the rounded, hard muscle under the shiny, black coat,
push her along 
and I wonder
how all those legs and feet work
in synchronization 
as she concentrates on her task 
or has her eye 
on something ahead
that she has got to get to
now!


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Introspective

The relentless north wind
blew in the first snow this morning.
As I felt each flake
ting and burn against my cheek,
I was torn between
the bitter and the sweet
of long ago.
Memories of cold, lonely winters
bound into my depression
by the overpowering darkness,
and memories of sledding,
gliding through the frigid air,
friends all around
not a care in the world,
except when the next snow day would come.
But today is another day,
marked with cold indifference,
to the weather,
to life,
to everything,
as I stand in the bitter wind,
just trying 
to keep my cigarette lit.


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Changing Seasons

Spring flowers blossoming in every direction,
The grass is greener than ever, the air more pure.
The world changes as winter blossoms into spring,
Transforming the world into an entirely different identity.
An unfamiliar identity that seems so foreign compared to the long winter.

These changes come about too quickly.
One minute your comfortable with the intensely cold temperature,
You’ve familiarized yourself with the blanket of snow outside,
You’ve mastered driving on the icy roads.
Then suddenly, the next minute, the snow melts away, dissolving into the ground.
The air becomes warmer as the sun peeps through the clouds.
All that was good and familiar has disappeared as new forms begin to sprout.
New strange things surround you, forcing you to accept its existence.
You’re trapped within a new, foreign environment.
Forced to accept the evident differences between the two seasons.

Like the changing seasons, my address will be changing,
My home, my school, my world - all changing.
These changes come about too quickly.  


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Mother Nature's Fury

I write this as I watch the storm.
A blizzard if you will, although I enjoy it.
The ice encompasses the trees.
Melting away, it drips from each branch.
The storm rages on...
I hear the cries of the whipping winds.
Mother Nature's screams of anguish flood my ears.
As the snow falls from the sky, it begins to devour the land I once knew.
The storm rages on...
As if attempting to be malicious, limbs of the trees began to fall.
Her power seems to be immeasurable.
But her destruction is done with a sense of elegance.
It is as if, it is her own personal form of art.
The storm begins to calm...
As her devastation lessens, beauty emerges.
The snow gleams bright with the reflection of the sun.
Almost blinding, but breathtaking nevertheless.
It seems to me that in the end, love has come from her fury...
A true mysterious ending to such simple horror...
The storm ends...


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At The Very Least, The Snow Came Down

At the very least the snow came down
Two feet in front is all I could see
A blanket of white has covered the ground
As the trees stand layered in icicle dress
I started to roll a ball of snow
Quite big, I was impressed!
~
   The second ball left me feeling queasy
Lifting it onto the first
Then rolling the last, now that was easy
When I placed it on the second snow ball
And as I looked around
The snow continued to fall.
~
   The snowman looked a little silly
Yet still was like your dream
I made the eyes out of two lilies
The smile from ruby gems
A marshmallow made the pipe
With a Dogwood wood twig for a stem.
~
   It was so heartfelt that day it snowed
Yet fit your description of your dream
You and I under the whispering clouds that glowed
Building a snowman together by the stone
Rattling off with giggles
While singing home sweet home.
~
   Such beautiful love I felt, playing in the snow
The snow angel? Well that made me cry
As I knew it was time to go
I brought a dozen roses that day
Placed them in the arms of the snowman
Who is now, watching over your grave.
~
~
     By:Darren J McMurray
        March 3, 2009


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Christmas Wishes

                              Snow is falling, covering everything in town 
                     with a shimmering,light, fluffy, white thick blanket of snow

                   Tall, bare, maple trees are lined up on the side of the road
                                         like sentries standing guard

                                  The lamp posts are lighting the streets 
                                    and the clock tower bells are ringing, 
                                        letting everyone know the time  

                                          A horse with a wool blanket,
                                        harnessed with a wood hames, 
                         and blinders keep him focused on what is up ahead, 
                             pulling a farm wagon, being lead my his owner,
                                carrying supplies, is trotting down the road

                               It’s evening, and big brother is pulling a sleigh 
             with his baby sister and brother all dressed in their warmest clothes, 
                           heavy wool coats, hand knitted hats, gloves,
                                         and scarfs around their necks,            
                               wrapped in a warm blanket in the sleigh  

                                              A stray dog in tow

            He stops in front of a window that is decorated with garland, pine-cones, 
             and gold and red Christmas tree ornaments displaying a variety of toys

                                They all stare in wonderment wishing 
                           Santa would bring them some wonderful toys 
                                         A Lionel train set for me, 
                             A red Raido Flyer wagon for my little brother, 
                              And a doll and doll house for my baby sister.

By Eve Roper 11/25/2014


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Snorting white snow, the first snow

Snorting white snow
Is best done with a dollar bill
No not talkin' about coke
But the innocent times children saw what we have lost
They laughed with the angels 
Over the naive imps vying for their preteen souls 
Played without limits while our flags waved colors we disapprove of
Shootin' up sunshine is easy when their smile is the reason we look up
And notice this world can't be frozen all the time 
But while we shiver from neglect
Watch the little ones snort the pure and keep it that way
Creation by their tiny hands is what this world will evolve into
Pretty soon, our selfishness will allow their white snow to 
Turn clumsily into glaciers, that will hopefully be chiseled into manners
The same manners that allow sirens to sound in quiet hours
When babies must sleep nestled under a teat
Manners that will use sex as a weapon and hold P.O.W's
Manners that will really turn white snow into white blow
Powder your noses, the truth is always ugly in the wrong light


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On A Cold Winter's Night

What am I doing here?
The wind is blowing
The snow is swirling in clouds of white
I know there are cars out there
I can hear them
See their dimming tail lights
The bag sitting next to me
It reminds me of my warm house
The first I built that you now enjoy
Is it all worth it?
Did you really have the nerve to ask me?
Did you look outside?
Then did you decide to risk my life?
I would have gone in the morning
You know I would have
The snow would have been gone by then
I would still be able to feel my fingers
I think I lost my toes about a mile back
But, I know that doesn’t matter
The wind, the snow, the cold
They are nothing to you
Cuddled in that warm blanket
Before that blazing fire
My fire
The one I started
The one I tended from ambers
I know
You say you love me
On a cold night like this I doubt it
Until I get home and I see your smile
As you take the bag
Look inside
And you eat the first of many sweet French pickles
Followed by that pint of ice cream
I see that smile
And I know all the warmth I need
Until tomorrow night when I get to do it all again.


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Eskimo Dream

            Eskimo Dream

Eskimos know 68 shades of snow
They count every flake
Green blue ones fill children with delight
Parents frozen like the dim light of day
Wait with edges of a knife for prey
They dare not move during the hunt for food
Faces etched like leather on fierce weather
In calmer times they sing
Pound igloos into shape before the pending storm
Mukluks on their children’s feet are old and worn
But keeps them warm on moonless nights  
Against all odds for life
They hold together chanting on the wind
Stretching across all time and land
Singing about their past and colder weather
And yes, about the color white
Sentry huskies sway left to right in fear
And think of caribou 
Soon the ice will cover everything
Settled in the deep
The people sleep
And dream of whale bones by the glacier sea


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Cart wheeling Crystals

They brush the glass, barely noticed
Scraping silence from the pane
As more begin to dust the sill

Blustering chaotic sequences
White on white, cart-wheeling crystals
Frozen free fall
Gathering on the wind, in violent whiteout

As a fire stares back 
From beyond the hearth
A sentinel of warmth 

Against an army of snow


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Newly fallen snow

Newly fallen snow on a winter night is so beautiful the way it sparkles under the moonlight. 
So perfect in shape and form enveloping the earth with it's beauty and charm. Even more 
beautiful is the way snow falls so peaceful and so quiet never making a sound as it slowly 
hits the ground never letting you know that it is there until you wake up in the morning and 
there is freshly fallen snow everywhere.


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going crazy is not so bad

going crazy is not so bad
floating on air as a result has its benefits
when you land on your feet, surprising is the lightness that is felt
imagine the art of the most beautiful snowfall
the happiness within replaces the stresses of everyday life
you do not worry about the frigidity
the love throughout overtakes and a special kind of peace takes face
the beauty of it all replaces the normal and the bland
colors unknown are exposed exponentially
the aftermath is the start of the ending, but nobody really seems to mind
finally in the external center of an internal yearning, we gladly go crazy....


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Shiver

Burr!
It is cold.
The snow covers the ground
in a blanket of
fluffy coldness.
It is icy and i love it.
It makes me shiver .
I need another layer of 
clothes.
But I don't dare go inside
to become warm,
because I just might come 
back out to find
the snow has gone.


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Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest. 

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed. 
"I'll be all right," he said. 

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen. 
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm. 

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull. 
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives. 

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair. 

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games. 

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine. 
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside. " 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path. 
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air. 

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer


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TO ALL THE CHICKS WHO HELP THIS HEN WITH HIS PEN

     AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO  BLOW            
                                              SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast 
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared, 
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance meant not to be

For the band was on their symphonic way, but one woman and twelve young men
And I did not inquire as to how she could touch me once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done 
I ended up the most sorrowful one

Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her  
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene

Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart 
I  knew not the trail to her abode, 
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold

The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still  a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight
the virgin image of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end


Someone opened the door to  the lounge
As a juke box was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there 
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
With  eyes that rivaled the bluest cerulean blue sky
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start    © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!

 
 


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Absense OF Snow

The way is clear and not encumbered. 
No shoving with my feet and labored, 
breath. 
I walk and smell no roses. 
I feel my life instead of death. 
The sky is blues and sunny. 
The clouds are white and far away. 
The snow is absent around about me. 
I sense the absence of the snow. 
It must be what Heaven will be. 
No snow or ice or death. 
I will kiss you all someday. 
When I am there. 
Gone away. 
To rest.


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Santa Storm Watch

            Santa Storm Watch

Santa stopped by one winter’s night for cookies
He had something else on his mind
There was apprehension behind those Sparkling eyes
Yet he maintained a jolly look because
Seeing a little spy guy there, me
Spilling a glass of milk
Falling on the tree
An inappropriate way to decorate if you ask me

The special magic watch given to Santa at Christmas
By his wife, with a kiss, went missing in the snow

“What time is it my little man?”  (He said)
I answered, “Time for bed and Christmas Mr. Santa!”
“Could I stay the night?” poor Santa implored
“Let me check with mom and dad!”  I said  

Santa stayed right through to Christmas and beyond
In June he left with eight tiny woodland creatures
The snow was melted by then I’m sure but I'm just guessing

The missing watch turned up just outside the door
Santa laughed and roared with joy
Hush.  Say nothing.  I promised not to say any more


11/22/14  “HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST” – Poetry Contest


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My children's ice capades

no skating on pond adventurous lads along the run                                                         
day was clear amidst the cattails and sun 
splash not so fun winter days parade the grounds                                                       
where footprint were not found                                                                                        
walking where no man has walked below                                                                           
eight to ten inches of freshly laid snow                                                                             
pounding the powder they hit me with a snowball                                                                 
snowman business doing well as icy fortresses fall                                                           
well when I was your age not much has changed in childs play                                             
I yell out the door what are you doing by the way                                                             
I caught you did I being children again                                                                         
writing hearts I luv you on the panes                                                                            
snow angels to snow cream to hot cocoa steam                                                                
a lot has been done amidst this wintry scene                                                                   
there is more to come this story I am telling                                                                    
from the door outside I heard some yelling                                                                    
my swords man son fencing icicles on the eve                                                                
something like take that and that I believe                                                                    
using a swim float neon-noodle type                                                                                 
he was having trouble winning the fight                                                                           
curious I asked did he talk to icicles but                                                                          
he said no what do you think I am nuts                                                                            
I told him icicles could be cold and indifferent                                                                 
they are very cold and in different…. shapes


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Snow Lilies

The snow gently falls,
And blends in with white lilies.
Lilies, whose bases are being,
Swayed around as if the snow was a stream,
A stream made of angels laughter’s.
Laugher that enables the Lilies to stay motionless for lover’s hands,
Laughter that enables the Lilies to sway and fastens a lover’s heart and,
Feet to observe a spectacular feat.
Those that truly stay hear the strums,
The strums of violins which there shadows play violent and elegantly.
And if you listen intimately you can hear the strums of the shadows whisper,
Snow Lilies.


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Snow Globe Of The Insane Mind

Mind like a snow globe. 
Chaotic memories and thoughts 
swirl, tumble and mix 
above and around a false reality. 
Seen from all sides by the minds eye. 
It cannot focus on just one. 
There are no compartments 
to place the memories. 
No order for the thoughts. 
Only when left alone 
untouched, does it settle. 
A drug induced sleep. 
But still there is chaos, 
each time of settlement 
it is different and unique. 
All it takes to wake 
the snow globe, is a touch. 
Thoughts fly once more. 


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Free Fall

Snow covered 
black ice on the ground;
wrong gentle steps 
put me sleigh and down;
hardly with hands and legs 
stand up my body;
halfway, well-forged heart 
doesn't give up easily.


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Whiteout

God whispers to the angels,
who open their aprons toward earth.
A thick curtain of flakes 
cover life and death alike.
A swaying screen sweeps away color, 
defuses light, disturbed only by a soft wind
slanting the mantle eastward;
pierced by stark sentinels whose branches 
stand solid against its breath.
Schools close as kids cheer
and nature dons a turbid cloak.
The sky's roof caresses treetops.
Life stills, cocooned
in winter's satin embrace.
Who but the Creator
could alter our ambience
in one glorious afternoon?



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The Snow White Dove

Fourteen years she gave him her love

Little children laughing at the snow white dove

Reflecting an image so soft and sweet

But the mirror lies then it cuts your feet

Closing out reality

The reflection blinded her, then she drowned in the raging sea

Imagining for all love of life

She was just a prisoner titled his wife

Now will she fake her separation from the cobra's beast

Now the wishless heart will feast

Love me not she screamed in vain

Inside there was nothing but a salty grain

Fruitless heart for the dove

He was blind and now he lost her love

Forever his heart will be caste in pain

You should have never began to perceive

Now the snow white dove must leave

Whispering her name out loud

Now the angels stole the shroud

What was the word he meant to say "love"

Oh, love is too late today

For the hour has begun to sleep

Now the angel has begun to weep

Should our souls start to pray

Not anymore, he can not stay

Pulling him down into the lost depths

I heard a voice telling me a year ago

Telling me the dove would intercept the hail of the blinding snow

God please guide her and make her warm

Shelter her from the darkness of the storm

Take our dove and sit her upon a golden lark

Snowy white radiant beauty of a bird

Now imprisoned where her song is never heard

He took her soul, he took her life

He should have loved her, she was his wife

Her heart must not remain unknown

Please dear god don't leave the snow white dove alone


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Turtle Island....was once

Turtle Island.....
a name that was once used to describe
a land that has no semblence of once was....
as if our earth mother was in need of a make-over
now masquerading superficial fabrication
as a patient under the spell of a surgeons knife
where the salmon were a one time
free to return home only facing natural obstacles
where the thunderous rumble of the plains
announced the mighty bison's return
where those majestic birds of flight
with their snow capped heads
soared high above same snow capped ranges
a night sky that at one time lit up like campfires
now only to be dimmed by belows illumination

sometimes when it rains
I wonder if the ancestors weep in disbelief
sometimes during a thunderstorm
I wonder if they're pounding their chest's 
like sacred drums , for hope's sake........

have we foresaken honor and respect
for the love of greed , and the lack of love........


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something like opium

she said the cold with out the snow 
is just stupid
and i always get down 
in the winter

i've seen the bad side of good
the good side of being down
and everyman seems to be his 
own god damn prisoner

some days are like tomorrow 
and mean nothing
i been known to lose it all 
sometimes i just calm it down
but it matters not what i do now

i'm searching for a feeling 
some what less than empty
something that feels like opium
after you breathe

i was once potent enough 
to wanna be left alone
now saturdays pester 
as if theoretically i'm gone

to tell the tale of a story untold 
winter sheers my patience pale
so i light a fire, exhale
watch my conscience 
pour mercury on a verse 

you see the trouble with the curve
is sometimes things seem worse 
than they actually are
hindsight i wanna feel like you feel 
like opium just after you breathe


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The Still Autumn Sundown

the still sundown settles heavily
in the pine boughs on my trail,
gathering strength all day,they 
release a few scents as I pass by,
just showing off!

a change in awareness commands
my attention, as evening envelopes
my path...I notice the arched lights 
on the footbridge, reflected in perfect
symmetry on the canal below

the Snow Tree Crickets chirp a perfect
66 degrees...  Night Hawks swoop and
enjoy a late dinner

different layers of air temperature
wave over me... moist warmth, releasing
from the ground, about 2-feet, then a layer
of cool fall air, sensational!

lovers, hand in hand, smile in greeting,
as I pass by... Snow Tree Crickets chirp
a perfect 63 degrees,

I'm almost home!


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no longer LONELY in a LOUNGE

     AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO  BLOW            
                                              SNOW
Saturday sought Snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast 
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night so right
And then she mystically appeared, 
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance no more for us that eve or evermore

For the band was on their symphonic way
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds April slay the snow………………
And as the ice and snow had done 
sorrowfully she was gone

Hours devoured days since I’d held her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her  
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene

Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart 
I  knew not the trail to her abode, 
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold

The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still  a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a 
lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Never to be continued

Someone opened the door to  the lounge
And the band was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there 
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew near
We both agreed that week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic 
start    © 2011.…Phreepoetree

 
 


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TO ALL THE CHICKS WHO HELP THIS HEN WITH HIS PEN

     AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO  BLOW            
                                              SNOW
Saturday sought snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast 
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night
A night astoundingly bright
And then she mystically appeared, 
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance meant not to be

For the band was on their symphonic way, but one woman and twelve young men
And I did not inquire as to how she could touch me once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds and April slays the snow………………
By the time the ice and snow were done 
I ended up the most sorrowful one

Hours devoured days since I hoped to hold her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her  
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene

Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart 
I  knew not the trail to her abode, 
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold

The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still  a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight
the virgin image of a lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end


Someone opened the door to  the lounge
As a juke box was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there 
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew nigh
With  eyes that rivaled the bluest cerulean blue sky
We both agreed that the whole week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic start    © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!

 
 


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a horror

a young boy playing with his friends 
at the top of a snowy hill
(one fashioned from a golf course, which with its deep dives &
cuts made for an exciting & dangerous fight down & around all
of its waves & bends---upon the freshly patted down snow now
covered with a thin layer of ice from the precipitation the 
evening before),
gears himself up for his trip down the huge hill---jumping upon
his saucer-sled, one of the best---if you are in any way knowledgeable in
sleds, sledding, and the outside arts of the adirondack 
snowy-ness.

i watched, probably, in much the same way as
mr. collins supposedly saw the guy watch another guy
drown, then wrote “in the air tonight” about the whole thing---
but unlike the urban legend concerning phil, this was 
real.

as the child spun down the hill with his hair flying back in the
wind
and a large smile on his face,
with his hands gripped to the sides of the saucer
(no doubt exactly as the instructions said when his parents purchased it for the boy),
my own eyes followed his flight and zoomed ahead of him
as my visual, given the distance, could make out 
where it was
that he was going to end up---
and there it was,
plain as day,
a humongous ball of rolled up snow
(far greater than the child’s size at least four times over) & it was
covered in what seemed to be from far away,
a hard layer of ice.

i could only imagine how thick the ice was
up close & personal.

& even though i was a teenager
i felt deep down in my sarcastic, sardonic, &
fed up heart,
that this boy was about to come upon a great bit of 
pain---
and there wasn’t a thing i could do about it.

his eyes wide with horror &
the inability to stop his sled,
only occurred for but a split
second,
because directly thereafter
his head split on the large iceball
and blood spat a bright red
all over the new snow &
ice.

children from all over the hill, who
had been happily sledding & playing in the
snow,
began to scream, cry, and run to their
parents.




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A CHRISTMAS SNOW

       A Christmas Snow

He peered out the window
breath frosting on the glass,
scratched the outline of a Christmas Tree
in the misted snow covering the pane.

It was cold enough, it was due
but the only flakes in the sky
were the shivering solstice stars.
Perhaps it would be a barren Christmas.

There had been other times, cold times,
when the sleds lay idle, the snow man’s
corn cob pipe and button nose
sat faceless in the hat.

He turned from his window gazing,
casting a glance at the Christmas tree,
a little bare in spots, a few lights
hanging on for one more year.

The bulbs all told a story,
the one Billy brought home
on leave from the military,
it became his little brother’s favorite.

Those awful, yet splendidly awesome,
hand made by the children,
not quite ready for the down town tree
sprinkley, sparkley, spectaculars.

He wiped a tear away,
he was alone now
looking out that window – hoping 
for one more Christmas Snow.


John G. Lawless
11/25/2014

Not submitted to the contest – unrhymed…


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Waiting for my Santa request....

Will santa bring my fantasy wrapped
will his sleigh be filled with love untapped
will my hot chocolate drink and candy cane stirrer
be filled with Bailey's to give it a furor....

Will his reindeer be blindfolded remembering the way
will they rush thru snow flurries to get here today
will they be as excited as they land on my roof
be as impatient while they bang with their hooves.....

Does santa still accept letters at the pole
or should I have e-mailed my request from home
however it's done in this day and age
hope he delivers new book with new page....

Will santa bring my fantasy wrapped
rush thru snow flurries,blindfolded untapped
excited,impatient the rush of the furor
while ice crystals dance in icicle mirrors....






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I Wonder

I wonder if the snow that is falling
can feel the pace of my heart.

I wonder if the cruel wind that blows the cold air across my bare legs
can sense the fear in my mind.

Does the ground feel the frightened murmurs of the people,
as it does their feet, possibly walking to their doom?

Does the solider pointing the gun know my age,
or wonder my name?

And what will God do,
as he looks on?

The snow crunches under my feet,
and the people continue to walk in line, 
forced by the soldiers.

The birds call to each other in the distance;
and I wonder if they know how lucky they are to fly.

Does anyone know what will happen next?
Mama, Papa, or the soldiers?

Does the wind know my fate? The snow, the air,
the clouds or the birds, all still free
to live as they please?

I wonder if the snow crunching under my feet
can feel the fear that trembles through me.

I wonder.


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The Trek

The morning sound of horror calls out to me
As my hand pushes all the buttons except the right one
Making the urgency to get up even stronger
The light of the new snow cast a glow on the bedroom walls
As a shadow from behind my door emerges to greet me
Panting and almost speaking to me, she requests her time
I push through the door, trudging through, room by room
Getting to the back door, I let my little friend out for her morning time
Turning, I wander to the kitchen to welcome the morning with a glass of sunshine
All while my family sleeps this winter morning away

Showered, shaved and then dressed, I prepare for the day
Must be 4 or 5 inches, so I don my snow boots this morning
Putting my work shoes and lunch into my bag, I say goodbye to the dog
Feeling the cold icy fingers of the sky brush my face, my eyes squint
Allowing me just the sight needed for my mile and a half walk
Feet don’t fail me this early morning as I trudge through the snow
Under the snow I can feel the icy blanket of doom as I slip and slide
Yet, I push on, seeing the lights of the nearby shopping center
Now, passing through the plowed lot toward the busses
I now wait, standing, facing the rain of frozen sky, chilled
All while my family sleeps this winter morning away


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Oh No Buffalo

Oh,no buffalo
I was headed to buffalo,ny,
On a sunny day.
I got to the start line then a nightmare took me by surprise.
I started to snow a flake here and there. 
The closer I got the more I thought. 
Oh No Snow in Buffalo.
Then I got to the city line I could see a wall of snow.
I turned around and headed back.
But oh no buffalo snow hit me like a ton of brick.
Now I'm stuck in Buffalo.
Dam and it's only the 4th of July.


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MY FAVORITE THINGS

THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE
                                            WAKING UP EACH DAY
                          TAKING LONG WALKS WITH MY MOTHER
                                    BREATHING EVERY SECOND
                               SHOVELING SNOW WITH MY FATHER
                           SEEING THE FACES OF THE PEOPLE I LOVE
                          HELPING OUT IN THE LOCAL SOUP KITCHEN
                                          HEARING BABIES LAUGH
                                        READING STORIES OF HOPE
                                         SEEING COUPLES IN LOVE
                      FINDING SOMETHING I LOST A LONG TIME AGO
                                        EATING MY FAVORITE FOOD
                                         CUDDLING WITH MY DOG
                                    LISTENING TO MUSIC ON THE RADIO
                       WATCHING THE LEAVES TURN COLORS IN THE FALL
                                                     CAMPING
                                PLAYING IN THE SNOW WITH MY NIECES
                                             JUST         LIVING!!!       
THESE ARE A FEW OF
MY FAVORITE THINGS


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Green

Through the snow I saw one glimpse of green
Through the flakes, grass rarely uncovered, peeks past
Oh I miss you green!  Like lovers torn apart at summers end.
This glimpse like a letter from her, reminding return

Green grows, transforms lively , revives me
Breathes to let us breathe 
Resuscitates and invigorates 
Encourages blossoms, birds singing return

Green is the color of her beautiful eyes
Stunning me, stopping me
It’s also the envy consuming 
On he who which those green eyes are fixed

Green is the house I knew as a child
Running through the green fields laughing
Carelessly lounging under shade tree’s green leaves
Reading comics (Green Lantern) and such…

The shades and hues vary, so many
But reminded of life by each and every
No color more valued than one denied
Urgently waiting her sweet return
The glimpse through this snow reminds me…
How happy I feel when surrounded by green.


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Just A Bit Of Hoilday Cheer

Just sitting here thinking of you
Having you on my mind,

Haven’t heard from you in many
A week

Now that the holiday is upon us
You were on my mind

I am sending you a hello over 
Many miles far away

Hoping when this little note find
It’s way into your hand

It finds you full of cheer, at this
Glorious time of the year..

When all the Christmas decoration
Line the houses and streets

The Christmas snow decide to fall
To make the Christmas spirit a bit
More exciting

When the time is right for angels
And such..

Your cheeks is blushing rosey
Red..

Ah, how I love this time of year!

“Oh how exciting this is to be”

As,

Mother nature decides to help
Beautify 

And make the time as wonderland
On earth

Big flakes of snow just falls with all
It’s beauty..

When you stand under the mistletoe
I want you to think of me kindly and
Warm..

For am sending you a box of kisses
To last until another season..

But ,I Want To Wish Everyone A Merry
Christmas & A Happy New!


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A HILAROUS SNOW FIGHT

Across 
North America
temperatures plunge
dramatically;
then steady snow 
takes over to transform this quite village
into an alpine scenery; 
quickly stepping out of the slamming door: 
I call out to Erica,
but she's having a hilarious snow fight
with Jack and Paul!
I hesitate to slip on my boots,
then rush out with a playful mood:
to be hit in the face
at close range,
but rapidly
and precisely 
I toss! 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Sledding with Sea-bass

Snowflakes arrive upon the scene

Showing off in grand fashion

Doing somersaults as they approach the ground

My eyes begin to sing!

Coating my city like icing on my favorite cake

Angel food cake with almond butter icing!

One more slice please!

I'll have a second serving!

Soon I'll be at my favorite place sledding with my grandson, Sebastian

Tossing and turning on our inner-tubes at Stubb's Park and sipping on warm cocoa

Snowflakes paving the way for one extraordinary day!

My city iced like the most delightful cake

We got our sleds in the trunk and we are on our way!


For my bud, Sea-bass
Love, g-ma!
11-26-14



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Precious

Precious is the moment the first snowflake hits the ground
The eyes of a child illuminate while taking in the view of snow
Seeing them run to the depths of white, only to sink and laugh

Precious is the joy of having helped another keep warm that winter
By placing your very coat upon the ones who need it even more
And seeing them smile back to you as you play with your children 

Precious is the excitement of a puppy as it plays in the snow
Almost laughing we, chasing the flakes, having snow on its nose
Watching it jump from snow mound to snow mound, just seeking

Precious is taking some scraps to the dog that cries in the cold
That later becomes warmed by the love bestowed by your offering
Becoming a playful animal that in return only wishes you love

Precious…is love and caring


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One Sabine Woman

The conquered land is eroding. 
The driven snow is melting 
Because the blue flame is burning, 
Probing through the rampart, 
Penetrating the fortress 
And pillaging the village. 
The mighty are falling 
And the weaker being ravished 
Trying to kick the pricks, 
But unguided passions 
With shortlived victories 
Violently possess! Then dispose. 
As the blue flame wanes, 
So goes the tyranny... 
Until morning. 
Rancidness, rancor, degradation 
And loneliness remain 
After the land is trampled. 
After the snow is defiled, 
There's a want for nothing, 
A need for everything: 
Love, hate, forgiveness, revenge. 
Then a cry for childhood 
Extending for knowledge of this hope 
Reaches without taking hold, 
So the four remain 
Until the four are gained; 
And the land still erodes. 
The snow still melts 
Because the blue flame burns. 
It yet probes.


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Spring Snow

The snow puddles about the base 
of the arbor
in hollows and eddies;
clinging to the earth like Mother’s milk.
Tire tracks embrace it.
Fog, the breath of Persephone, rose from it.

The snow cleansed the last 
bit of bitter Winter broth
from the Mother’s skin.
Daffodils emerge, erect, from warm pockets
of Fall debris, and crumbling chrysalis
to welcome Spring.


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Wintertime and the Last Leaf

The last leaf
Gold with fire red tips
Falls to the ground
Blown by northerly winds
Carrying snow from a frozen
The leaf falls silently
Covered by a shroud of the purest white
The skies turn dark as if in mourning
The sun never again shines
The last vestige of beauty is gone
The world becomes grey and dreary
The tree
The mother of such beauty
Stands alone
Cold and frozen
Her branches droop as if she were crying
She waits throughout the deepest winter
Hoping to see her baby again
Eventually the sun returns
The air warms
The snow melts and flows away
The tree returns to life
Still looking for her lost child
But making room for the tiny bud
Another child comes into view
Growing spreading her wings
She becomes strong
And her shadow is cast upon the ground
Where her sibling once laid
Now there is nothing but grass
And the memory of a beautiful gold leaf
With fire red tips
And the beauty that it shared with so many


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Snow

Snow is coming,
tonight they say,
a blanket of white,
on the ground will lay.
Children so excited,
making their plans,
cardboard boxes,
sliding on the ground.
Making Snow cream,
and Snow Angels too,
talking, talking,
about what they will do.
Come on snow,
make their wish come true,
many, children,
are counting on you.


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I Fear No Snow

I Fear No Snow 

I Fear No Snow 

I am a man. 
The snow no longer bothers me. 
I am beneath it all, 
My soul is not inside of me. 
It leaves me when I fall. 
As I lay here silently, 
wating for the trumpet, 
It will blow! 
I do not any longer fear the snow.


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Hollow Silence

Has thou
stepped in a warm pool
in the midst of a snow storm?

Have ye
felt the damp steam,
sitting heavily,
on the water,
as snowflakes,
sizzle above your head.

Can thou
smell that crisp,
musty scent
of wet moss
clinging to the air,
or hear 
the rustlingclatter
of the leafless tree branches
blowing in the wind,
and that ghastly whistle,
as snow swirls
about you within
the warm fog
that encompases you?

That ominious,
          echoing call
                        of an owl,
bouncing off the snowbanks,
through the barren trees,
can send a shiver
deep within you
when it peirces
the hollow silence


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End of Snow Fall

White icicles,
giggled,
sun was sad,
and feeling very bad,
clouds were happy and gay,
spreading their canopy,
from bay to bay,
people were stricken white,
playing with the snow 
with unhidden full delight,
the hill was delirious and ecstatic both,
as it had got a brand new white cloth,
kids bundled up snow,
as they ran on each other's tow,
they let the free throw,
as far as it would go,
and got up from the fall,
as they faced the next snow ball,
the old felt numb,
but were happy,
that cold made their diseases very dumb,
slowly sun emerged out of blue mood,
it raised its face,
out of that mighty hood,
that ended the general ball,
snow lifted ending the snow fall.