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Details | Quatrain | |

Frosted Panes - re-post

                                   
When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 

             ~~~~~


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.


Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  
~~~~~


   
 


 


Details | Light Poetry | |

MEMORIES ON BRANCHES

            

              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                         BY
                                    olive_eloi
                                     2:22 pm
                                   02/26/2014

CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE


Details | Rhyme | |

The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


Details | Narrative | |

Iowas Child

Gone are the fields of winter white
soon to be replaced by hues of greens and yellows,
in the interim, fields of barren brown and dirty gold
turned, to breathe warm air from departed winter chill

Plumes of black and gray from mans machine
kneading the back of Mother Earths desire,
before impregnating her with the many seeds 
that will produce offspring to quench mans many needs

oh, how lonesome she looks, so alone
holding yet to some remnants of children past,
left only to cradle her dead, left by man
yearning to suckle new life, as only a Mother can

Above, from the heavens, Father prepares
to germinate those so many seeds,
with life sustaining necessities only he is allowed
sunlight and life giving rain, loosened from the clouds

within days Mother is impregnated
she can feel the multitudes of organic life,
moving within her womb, yearning,growing, needing
the escape, to be warmed and nourished by the Sun

Minutes turn to hours, hours to days
suddenly weeks pass,and yet another life,
giving rain, descends from guilded clouds
arms and fingers, of her children, open, sustained

nearing the end of a warm and wonderful summer
it is time for Fathers other children,
to reap what he has sewn
time for Mother Earth to let her children go

My, how they have grown, tall,lush and full
of the fruit they were meant to bear,
to provide nourishment for the masses of seeds
grown to maturity, in need from the father

Again, the gray black plumes of mans machine
come to life, they move through her fields,
her children, like a predator among prey
until, she is left again, with remnants of children past

Soon she will be blanketed again in winter white
gone will be the warm breath of life,
her children taken from her, she is again barren
only to be betrothed to a promise of new life.


I wrote this on a day trip to Illinois from Iowa across wide open farm land.

                      God Bless....Taz


Details | Rhyme | |

Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


Details | Free verse | |

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."


Details | Verse | |

Chilled Dawn

She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to catch a glimpse of the paper boy.
He travels through rain, sleet or snow, how could he understand, 
(this teen-aged Paul Revere), that in this decrepit old house, 
she is longing for a sign of youth? It has been a weary night, watching an old woman hang on by threads of life, that had worn thin years ago. 
Watching and waiting, while cold winds blew and snow was falling,  
and death was hoping to make a house call.
Any diversion, life being lived,... one brief eclipse of life in motion would be a relief.
To observe him toss the news into the sky like a Frisbee... not a care in the world
How would that feel...has she ever known? Has anyone ever been so young?
She thinks she may go mad with death and dying, with weariness, with waiting.
She suddenly shivers from a dreaded draft of frigid air, slithering in,
like a sneaky, uninvited ghost, slinking in around the rim. 

       nor'easter winds                                                roll top shoe box...
      splinter the silence..               --                     debutante' caught in amber
        a cataract view                                                   frozen sepia  

Grabbing a handful of a thread-bare doily,  she polishes the cold glass, 
rubbing vigorously in circles against the grime, 
making figure eights, in spite of frozen, stiff, fingers.  
Satisfied, that she has a decent view of the blanketed yard,
and can see clearly where the muddy, gravel driveway,
bends gradually, curving to mate with the snow banked road,
at last, she spies the old Jeep coming, and watches with automated eyes, 
yet, with some expectation, and strange excitement. 
Then, as she might have guessed,
the teenager drives hurriedly by, barely slowing down, tossing the news,
and leaving her gaze and her thoughts, splattered by dark murky water, 
while the slinging gravel that has been pitched into the sky, by his screeching tires,
falls like the pieces of the old woman's lonely life upon the pristine snow. 




__________________________________________
For Deb's Contest: "Mix It Up"


Details | Quatrain | |

First Snowfall

Snow falls softly late one night In the darkness it does bask I dread the job tomorrow Shoveling will be my task Beauty is in the eyes of the viewer I see nothing but giant flakes of work The trees all have snow on this first shower Dreading the day of a job using torque The pathways are snowed over All with a reflective white I want to get to bed soon For I know tomorrow’s plight I’m mesmerized by the beautiful scene Not a thing is without some wondrous snow Even though I sure do dread the next day I will put on a great, wonderful show This time of year affects me Seems to rub off some great cheer I will find a way to smile Though there’s snow up to my rear
Russell Sivey Form Quatrain-1st, 3rd, 5th stanzas have 7 syllables, 2nd, 4th stanzas have 10 syllables


Details | Narrative | |

A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.


Details | Verse | |

Winter Hands

A man’s chilled hands In the depths of darkness... Candle is shining
She approaches him, warming him up inside by holding him close to her. She tells him, “My love for you is stronger than the winter; no frigid air will hold you down and make you weak.” He smiled at her and simply replied, “I know our love is stronger than the freezing days of winter, we can exist in a higher plane and still be warm throughout. We just need to be in close proximity to physically be warm together.” With this she held his hands and he warmed up to be at her level of fire burning inside her.
She warmed his hands Sure melted all the ice off... Candle illumines
Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Mix It Up" contest 1/13/2013


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


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Enjoy it with Pleasure



                                 We are all waithing for Spring
                               Spring is fresh after a long winter
                                  Winter are so long and cold
                         We hunger after the sun and heating days
                           Come Spring, my dear, we need you now
                                  Winter dormancy is over now
                              Dress the world in Spring flowers
                           Sorrows and worries are easier to bear
                            when the the day is sunny and good
                                It is as if our life begins anew
                             Buds arising out in all their delight
                         Come May you lovely mild, with heating
                                     breeze and sunny days
                        It feels so good to take off the winter coat
                                 Enjoy Spring with pleasure.








                  * 17. May is Norway`s national day. - Hurray for 17.May!



17. May 2012
A-L Andresen


Details | Rhyme | |

And Then It Was Winter

And Then It Was Winter

Time has a way of moving
So quickly that you’re caught unaware
The future seems far in the future
Then all at once it’s right there
It seems like only yesterday
I was among the young
Just married with a young child
Our lives had just begun
Yet now it seems eons ago
The years just came and went
I glimpse of how it used to be
How my hopes and dreams were spent
But here it is – it’s winter
The winter of my life
Somehow it got here way too fast
My memories are rife
I remember seeing old folks
Thinking that was years away
I didn’t have to think of it
That is until today
So here it is – my winter
And I can see the change
I’m older and I’m slower
And the young now seem so strange
I find taking a shower
Is a target for the day
A nap is not a treat I take
It’s my mandatory way
I advance into this season
Unprepared for aches and pains
The loss of strength and memory
A walker and some canes
Regrets? Sure there are things I’ve done
And things I didn’t do
But I’ve lived a happy lifetime
Regrets?  There are so few
If you’re not yet in your winter
Please do take some advice
It’ll be here quicker than you think
Time does not suffice
Whatever you’d like to accomplish
In your life time – do it now
Don’t put it off till later
For laters pass somehow
And you haven’t got a promice
That you’ll live to see all seasons
Life sometimes is fleeting
Comes and goes without the reasons
Live for today – say all the things
You want loved ones now to hear
Tell them to live their life in full
For their winter may be near

My spring was fun and full of life
My summer days were thinner
My fall was fat and happy
And then it was my winter

March 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.






Details | Verse | |

The Spring Arrives

 

                                      After a long and cold winter
                                           you are so welcome
                               Creeping slowly out of the winter rest
                                           let the buds pup out
                                Small traces of winter cold melting away
                         The days are longer, brighter and the sun warms
                                The energy spreads in mother`s nature
                            and spilling over into our winter cold bodies
                              I welcome you to the life bringing spring








 28.02.12 
A-L Andresen


Details | Sonnet | |

Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace


In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

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Details | Rhyme | |

two squirrels'

Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they searched.
All the while an owl looked on watching on his branch perch.

He being the wisest of all the creatures spoke and said to the squirrels.
"Quit going so fast the things you need are over by the farmers barrels."
The little ones listened and went to the barnyard.
Seeing this opened barrell they saw kernels of corn scattered around in discard.

Excited they accomplished there task of gathering, rushing to an fro they had a stockpile.
Almost an hour later they were set for the winter it would last a long time.
Thanking the owl bellies full strored food for the winter they were ready to hibernate.
All was well the food for the family secured the chilling winter they would escape.

Stockpile a idea we should learn from the insects, critters, they store to survive.
They see a brighter future for their species they are truly alive.
How about you? Carnal man do you think ahead? Do you save?
Do you store blessings from your Creator following His laws and strive to behave?

Our faith, hope, and dreams allow "us" to have a choice and scurry to find God's edicts?
Stockpiling "Blessings" in the book of life you can give your life a spiritual gift.
Even the squirrels know when it is time to stockpile even though they run only on instinct.
Carnal man can reason animals can't, who is smarter the animals or man, it is very distinct.  


Details | Blank verse | |

A Glass of wine

A glass of wine 

This is ridiculous it has no name engulfed by sadness, two bottles of wine and cigarettes 
and I’m drowning. Tomorrow no more, but I know when the sun falls so will I, succumbed
 to a need to fly away to otherness. The pain in my chest is eating away, the emptiness of 
my life feels like intolerable burden. I have created a world that is so small it chokes me. 
The road to recovery, to palm trees and gentle sea is long. We used to laugh, my lover and 
I, life was so funny; now all I can see is waste land with no oasis, there is nothing to lift 
the spirit and the age old question asked by many before me:” what is it all for other to 
bringing ones gene further into the future, I have not been able to do even that simple 
task. The night is so long endlessly I flick from channel to channel to find something that 
can bring the laughter back, but tiredness overwhelms me, l want another glass of wine, 
the last glass that brings sleep. It doesn’t work anymore the more I drink the more sober 
I get, Intolerable is the angst. Around and around I jumped on a carrousel and its engineer 
has gone, whirling colours cacophony of screams, the undead will not be silent. Look into 
the kaleidoscope of life and see a myriad of stars, bright and shiny but they are all a fading 
illusions. But a voice whispers in my ear tomorrow you will get a new day, a sheet of blank 
paper and crayon, so you can make clowns faces and laugh again. 


Details | Sonnet | |

SEASONS OF LIFE

                      seasons is the relationship.
                                 changes a lot.
                      SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
                                  WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
                      SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
                                  AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
                      THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
                                  LIGHTING occurs when.,
                      i miss my LOVED ONE.
                                  RAIN occurs when.,
                      i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
                                 BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
                      that's the life,
                                 which i spend with my DEAR ONE.


Details | Sestina | |

Joy Of Different Seasons (Worst)

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time fo harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will have to be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Those garden vegetables will stored and put aside a cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day's fare with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_ gone are the bees


On New Year"s Day we will have those delicious peas
We will float into spring with all ease
On the day we will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the nights grow longer and shorter the winter days
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees and soon leaves
March will come in bringing its strong breeze

Joy, oh!. joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
Newly hatched from hiding places comes those bees
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
In the newly planted garden_those early June peas
These wonderful times _joy of longer days

These times in life are just fun and a wonderful breeze
Then summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Out in the garden and in Pampas Grass thick with those bees
These times are wonderful long sunny days
Afternoons in the lazy hammock oh! what ease


How thankful that we have those great peas
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
Summer still has lazy days with ease
Soon those longer sunlight hours sunny sunny days
Begins to slowly fade then the change in those leaves
From the west and north come a much drier breeze

Old man winter slips in with ease, now we'll eat those dry peas
Blow wind with swift breeze, time to kill all lingering bees
By th warm fire spend our days, soon snow covers all those leaves


Details | Sestina | |

Ode To Joy Of Changing Seasons

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees

We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of  spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas

Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze

But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days

But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days

No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter


Details | Sonnet | |

Snow Wonderland Zeal

In winter, rails of the fence are heavy Snow covers them, just as white as can be Beauty lands in the landscape, on the trees It’s white too, lovely, pretty as you please Snow reflects all colors making it white Leaving light that is courageously bright Each snowflake is different, quite unique Leaving the air brilliant, full of mystique A stream, still moving along, has some ice Very cold and frigid, had to look twice Air has quite a bite to it, a crisp feel The land is all frozen, the cold is real Whole scene brings about natural appeal Snow is like a solid wonderland zeal
Russell Sivey


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I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Acrostic | |

A Winter Sport--double acrostic--

Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.


My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..


Details | Light Poetry | |

Rise, Die, Shine

Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise
Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time.
Let it rise
Let it die 
Let it shine
Build it high up the moon
But under the sky
And let the sun shine
Through the skin that dims inner light
Let the light unfold the eyes
And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine
Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time
Let it rise
Let peace in the world rise
High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky
Let it die
Let hate die
As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower
Full of scents and beauty instead.
Let it shine
Let our inner light shine
Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and 
without pain
Let it rise
Let it die
Let it shine
Let the battle field turn into a garden
Let the soldiers be the flowers
And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil
Build me a temple high…high up the sky
To symbolize world peace.
Don’t rush take your time 
until we find out that we can shine
Let our soul rise
Let our evil die
Let our ability to find world peace shine.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Imagism | |

The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


Details | Free verse | |

Dead Winter

innocent years, childhood dreams left behind in verdant fields I once traversed summertime, in my prime seaside picnics and surfboard rides all have vanished now before me lay the dark woods where creatures struggle for survival colors of fall fade in memories for this is the winter of my life thrashing through vicious vines blood stains the pristine snow beneath my feet each day the challenges loom larger insurmountable obstacles animals tearing at my flesh stones embed in my knees when I fall hearing winds that howl, screaming at me words that echo in my soul “Repent, make haste, seek forgiveness” as through the forest my shaky legs move forward dried limbs, weak branches foretell the destiny that awaits frosty fate consumes all hope as I fall face down on the frozen stream finally reaching the end of life’s winter days
*Entry for Sidney LeeAnn’s “Dead Winter” contest By Carolyn Devonshire


Details | Free verse | |

Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone

                Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone.

               Winter frost chilled gout-ed limbs, wrinkled 
     all crooked fingers severely knotted with revolting ink blue veins. 
            Movements became a luxury of room heaters.
              Thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone !

              Love and passion had gone low in profile
                  rigid against frigid cold-heart ed winter,
              warmth had dulled down in tiny dots, unseen
               Thank heavens for the winter begone!

      The sober siblings,the purring cats and the bored puppies 
               now peer slowly out of shut window panes
        in bright hopes of spotting long gone glowing brightness
       They too sigh, thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone.

                I can hear colors knocking at my door
          fragrances slowly permeating air, faintly though
     a warm ray of sun stroking my sleepy senses to rise and shine
               Thank heavens my beloved spring is here.

                                  
                              28.01.2013,



Details | Lyric | |

Ride The Wind

Written February 24, 2012


One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Verse | |

Winter has a face contest

She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face.  Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed.  The clock reads 3:03am.  Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch.  Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed.  As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement.  The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night.  It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates.  She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.

The stars glisten
Illuminating shadows-
Icicles hang still

Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch.  Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release.  Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her.  The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this.  He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos.  Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: winter


Details | Ottava rima | |

The Fire Glows

Before the fog, when music rang
The house was warm; their love abide.
Sweet children to good parents sang.
While standing safely by their side,
The fire glowed and music rang.
Protecting strong from dark outside.
The cherubs watched until the tomb.
When orphans life took flight to doom.

Their mother’s harp made magic sounds,
Like angels dancing on the wind –
The little ones to fear were bound.
What fate for orphans would transcend?
The streets were cold; no warmth was found.
Two broken spirits hope would mend.
There perfect virtue white as snow.
Abyss of darkness let love flow.

An icy sidewalk cold and bleak,
Two children stood with freezing feet.
A night of refuge they must seek.
Too soon, the sun finds its retreat.
Where, strangers walked; sisters were meek.
How loudly those young hearts did beat.
Then, came the angel, golden hair.
The guardian took them to his lair.

Copyright January 14, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Meme er Contest: Let It Snow- 12 Paintings of Winter Free Sponsor	Isaiah Zerbst
Inspiration from Philip Calderon’s painting, The Orphans


Details | Haiku | |

Winter love

Falling leaves on nod
Laying bed in a nude 
Winter nature in hug


Details | I do not know? | |

Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter Be Gone

Your hands cold as death
Your bite killing like snake’s venom
Your breath leaving trees bereft
Of  leaves, stripped, lonesome

Birds migrating to warmer land
Grizzly bears for hibernating send
To earth a carpet of snow lend
Chestnuts in the lap of fire spend

Gloved hands holding golden cognac in goblets
Men & women dressed in warm leather jackets
Wines, roasted almonds, soups and turkey breasts
 Enjoy the gift of comfort and  rests

On the other side of this scenario 
People in numbers and not few
That suffer profusely because of you
Their tattered clothes are no shield
Of your ruthless biting teeth

Ill nourished, frail and ailing lots
Not haves but have nots
Your victims, your prey, weak and forlorn
Cry out ‘winter be gone’, ‘winter be gone’  

(Judged Winner on Feb. 2, 2013 in the Winter be Gone Contest of Francine Roberts)


Details | Sonnet | |

Hope Of Renewal

As the last rose petal falls swiftly down
The last of the great roses of summer
What a great summer that was lived_you known
Rose had much character an affirmer

Fall approaches with sure desolation
Only bare branches with prickly thorns left
Mocking Bird nest with nesting cessation
Protected by the Rose as in a  cleft

Used up_bare waiting for winter's cold breath
Not knowing what this winter chill will bring
As the petals flood onto the ground_death
Hope awaits but winter comes with its sting

Will the sap rise again coursing through vine
Revitalization __ one  bud sure sign


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Here Comes Winter Again

Here it comes again; softly knocking on windows at 2A.M, here comes the winter at a cold silent night, awakening my soul with the smell of dust after rain, the smell of mom holding me into bed, with the voices of my sisters playing next room, here it comes again with painful delights, here it comes again taking me back home.

Let the drops of rain knock on my door and let them ache my heart, let me taste the sweet smell in my tongue like a little boy getting wet beneath the rain, waiting to be rebuked, but none of this does matter because the burdens of life are slipping down with the rains being drifted on his coat, none of this does matter because the weight of life was just not this cold before.

Here comes the winter with empty corners in my head and echoes of laughters in my room, a piece of chocolate I can no longer find and a broken toy I’ve never thrown away, with good sweaters that never felt warm on a cold night like this, let the chilly breezes of winter take me back home again, to smell my father’s smoking cigarettes and my mother combing my hair, and the smell of coffee beans on one cloudy morning to refresh my day, oh here comes the winter, remembering me again and stopping by with few memories to take me home.

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Details | Quatrain | |

Winter Be Gone

The green buds burst forth on the stem
Open gently breathe, as life returns again
Pressing forth, drinking the new days light
The sun returns from its winter flight

The leaves open and spread their charms
As a lover opens wide her arms
Taking the inquisitive honey bee
To pollinate and set fruit on the tree.

To watch it blossom, bloom and grow
Give thanks to God and let him know
Gratitude for his creation grand
The breath of life, the guiding hand

His words are written a guide to all
Help us live, lift us when we fall
From the start of his creation true
Give thanks to him that’s where it's due.

From Genesis through to Revelation
His scriptures a guide to his creation
The gospels tell of his loving son
Whose gave his life for everyone.

Spring returns to our hemisphere
Let’s give thanks to him that we are here.
As the days lengthen we all say ‘Come on’
Welcome to spring and winter be gone.

© 20/01/2103~GG~

.Contest Entry:


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Of A Still Winter's Morn

In stillness of a winter morn, A carriage passed me by, Treading a path old and worn, Upon it's wheels sore and dry; The air about had a listlessness, I heard no other noise Than the passing hooves of a steed, And my inner voice... No birds in trees about that house Whose porch I sat-in, ever spoke Early in that break of dawn, So I looked when the silence broke: A little distance away, and it Crawled to an awkward halt; The horse, giving a plunge in the air, Jerked and fumed in water and salt. Out came a lady old-- Worn as the wearied wheel-- Followed by the silken robes Of a beauty most surreal. In all youth then, i never saw A maiden so fair and pure; I watched in awe as the women both, Approached at my door. In ecstasy beheld my heart The temple of this Moon Shrouded by her hair, like night Working up a rune. Smiling, bowing graciously Like simmering warmth in the cold, She spoke to ask which way led To the house of(a name she told)... Still in awe, I arranged for chairs For my visitors to sit; Over cheerful cups of tea, I told what place was it. And before, they took my leave, I thought i had to say, ''Do stop-by this place Once more on thy way'': Those eyes passed a lively glance, As if to say, ''I will'', She finally left on her way And left me standing still... Bright was the day, and the next ones too-- I rested for the Dame: Spring and summer, winter came But she never came...


Details | Narrative | |

Frozen Golden Hair

His smile was as warm as the summer sun.
But his cold-cold heart chilled the soul.
Debonair, golden hair, he often had to run!
Those notches scratched in his paltry pelt,
Lay evidence of his lusty embrace.
He was a hit and run, son-of-a-gun.
Many young women, 
Slapped without a trace.  
A new fair maiden fell for his heat.
He ripped virtue out, with a lusty hold.
Surprised at the end, not even a friend.
Her heart suffered.
The serpent’s sting –
All alone in the winters freeze,
Seething, in woman’s scorn.
- Loved and left without concern -
She had esteemed him, true.
What to do?
The answer soon was clear.
Death paid the toll in the winter cold.
Her sorrow would forebear. 
Debonair, golden hair, 
He no longer had to run!
Her smile was as frigid as the winter’s freeze.
And his cold-cold heart lay icy, still.
Death caught this man who left with fast feet
No more notches would he carve in his strap!
She grinned as she patted his manly pelt.
That winter of his frozen golden hair –

© February 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Quatrain | |

A WINTER DAY

The wind comes blowing through the wood,
And Winter comes a-calling.
The trees give up their last few leaves,
The first snow flakes start falling.

The open, barren branches,
Now look stark against grey skies.
The rose bush too is naked, bare,
It's beauty sacrificed,

To the quiet and the chill,
As Winter now takes hold,
And on the surface Nature sleeps,
Through Winter's biting cold.

Floating snow flakes drifting down,
Make me pull up my hood,
As torch in hand I brave the depths,
Of snow drifts through the wood.

Just half an hour ago it seems,
The path was pristine, clear,
And now the snow has got so deep,
It reaches to my rear.

It will be good to get back home,
But just plain had to mail a letter,
To tell the folks back home about,
This fine Canadian weather.




Never saw snow before in my life until we immigrated to Canada when I was 27yrs old.
I love it and it's a true miracle of God; but it's cold and wet and it's more fun to watch from a warm room than to be outside in it.    (Smile)


Details | Ballad | |

The Summer of the Winter Sky

It was time for the leaves to fall,
The fields to turn white,
The birds to leave for faraway lands-
And the long cold lonely nights.

Seemed like for eternity
She hadn’t had a smile -
Frozen was the world around
Lonely she walked  for miles.
Dead were the blossoms in her garden,
And love was about to die-
And yet she prayed to her unseen friend -
For the summer of the winter sky!


Not a song was heard at dawn,
Only the echo of the wind-
In the misty field of corn
Not a farmer was seen!
A wait so long, so painful to bear
Left alone with no one so near
She was lost in her own reverie-
With tears in her dreamy eyes.
And she prayed as her heart cried-
Longing for the summer of the winter sky.



No one knows who heard her prayer
Lost amidst the silence
And yet an early morning bud 
Blossomed in her garden!
Suddenly a little sparrow was seen 
High on the branch of the willow tree
Singing a song as if to welcome-
Amidst the grey sky, a sun so warm.
And love then again knocked her door
Promising a life like never before-
And like a happy child  she opened her eyes
For it was summer for the winter sky!









Details | Haiku | |

Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


Details | Free verse | |

A Great Day

The seaweed gathered on the shore
tangled in the stones with broken shells
and pieces of glass, polished smooth.
A crab, waiting for the tide, scampered
to a safe corner of a small pool to hide
and peeked to see if I was moving on.
I carefully stepped from stone to stone;
a young boy hopped quickly by
and I thought of those…less cautious days,
as I planned the six more steps
that lead to the safety of the sand;
where, in the summer, blankets and towels
cover the beach like an eclectic quilt.
There, smiling, I recalled those times years ago
when the hectic busy days of midsummer here
made winter fly with anticipation, but,
on this October morn, I find peace in this near solitude,
and as a retreating wave washes sand
from beneath my feet, I’m glad for all of life.
Those days of Led Zep and the Doors
to these of jazz, blues, and Sinatra.
Mostly though, I'm glad for this day, the greatest of all,
as tomorrow and the next will be.
I skipped a stone into the surf
and turned to walk toward the sea wall.
Perhaps I’ll come again tomorrow
before winter makes me wait till spring.


March 2, 2013


Details | Haiku | |

Smiles melt snow and time

Blue covers the white,
Snowdrops winning the winter,
Smiles melt snow and time.


Details | Haiku | |

Graffity

Immortality,
youth`s luminous graffiti,
drawn on winter`s wall.


Details | Rondeau | |

Not Much Snow In Georgia Now

In Georgia now, there's not much snow
At times strong winds do howling blow
In winter Sparrows on ground play
Red Cardinals join in fun some days
In winter plants rest do not grow

Once a blizzard stacked snow in rows
Winds, cold  so  inside with cup of joe
Unprepared for snow no  horse_sleigh
In Georgia now

When it snows, things go very slow
The birds visit__ even young doe
Come to my door eat acorns stay
Squirrels and Chipmonks search for cache
That they hid_ softly buried away
In Georgia now

" I am sending you a gift of poetry,
dear heart."
For this was inspired by your poem.
"And, the snow is gently falling"..
This is for you, Constance...
Sara Kendrick


Details | Kyrielle | |

So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
 
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
                                                               
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”


The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...


Details | Lyric | |

Wizard

                                                              Wizard 
    


I watch as the rays of the Silvery moon drape their silhouette over , The edge of the soft bed. The air blows in from the chilly  northern wind outside my window pane. The Earth is quiet and still,  The muffled sound of a near by pond frog, can be heard.  And offers peace unto the sleepy eyed Earth.  The quietness slipping further and  further into complete silence.  The trees seem to pause in between their, dancing swaying leaves. They are frightened from the darkness that is creeping in. The Earth will not deny it. Winter will soon dwell in the its surrounding. Small snowflakes dance in the distance above the high Mountains. White will foil the entire hillside, and sparkle like glitter when  the moon, brings light.  The soft winter mix, will soon  pillow the entire Earth.  The snow flakes dance and twirl, and land on the arms of the shivery  trees, they will cradle the white wetness. The earth is now fast asleep, and The whiteness will soon cover the entire Sleepy eyed Earth.







draped/ slipping/ pause/ edge/ muffled/ foil/ wake/ deny/ dwell/ pillow
    


Details | Verse | |

Revelation Act 4 - Scene 3-Final Prelude

____ I have flown as free as the waves of eternal thunder Sure as a flower pleading to the winter freeze I have gone before death should come Now as still as a frozen lake draping her winter coat a scintilla of eternity has shown me love In stillness, falling from mountain heights, a peaceful sonetto births fragmented light and..... I am gone I am gone I am gone ____


Details | Haiku | |

Transition

As the color dies                                                             						            so does a season it falls                                                                                                                                                                birth of the winter


Details | Free verse | |

Tender warm winter kisses

Tender warm winter kisses
evoke the warmth of summer in my heart
and in place of snow
flowers flourish and grow
nourished with tender care
that we both share.

Pure white doves
fly through a clear blue sky
butterflies dance
and rainbows materialise
I see the most wondrous
story within her eyes.

True love is the greatest victory
a gentle flowing stream
a never ending dream.

Peter Dome.copyright. 2012.


Details | Verse | |

The Life of a Leaf

The wind never ceases its desperate ploy to remove me, 
Had I faltered or otherwise failed?
Curling I fought—the constant feel to fly freely, 
In collaboration with host—my tall tree.

In the scope of my vision, I watched as around me,
Losing struggle, and battle, and cause,
Others waved in decay, on each tree round the bay,
Clinging fast with vigorous resolve.

Over time and great space the cold rush did charge past,
Pushing green summer out with a chill,
Questioning why this event left ever so few,
Despite large crowded numbers in fall.

Green, orange, and yellow, now brown cracked and withered,
Flat dry veins on dead family friends,
Cut sharp from our ranks by cold wind and dry stems,
In a desperate permanent cull.

Birds witnessed our numbers through far less cloud cover,
Or shielded umbrellas for rain,
Twas the why that confounded had some rule been broken?
Stirring tsunamis of canopied woe.

The wings watched quite helpless as our count slowly dwindled, 
With effortless permanency,
Removed from the trees which had held back our reigns,
Ground cover we forever became.
 
In our world of great change mulch beds held no shame,
For all lest those raked from our ranks,
Seed, water, and heat, wind nares again beat,
As encouraged to rot—we survive.

Growing daily proud shadows, former hosts they now watch us, 
Observing without care or real fear,
For green stalk and crisp stem poised and growing within,
Spawn new life giving sap in the spring.
 
The life of a leaf is a lesson in seasons, 
Shortened life span of breaths of content,
Billion sunsets and rest in assurance this day,
That no humans dictate our providence.

Short term be our fate without shame in the end,
Permanent residence—Black Gold we become,
Rest now winter winds and let spring soon begin,
In a circle of life that’s our friend.

© Michael Wegman, 2014


Details | Haibun | |

Only Time Will Tell

Spring has been trying to appear this whole winter with warm days interspersed with freezing cold..Spring plants started to bloom in December with blossoms freezing and turning brown..In this spot on a hillside next to a swift running creek, frost appears with the slightest drop in temperature turning those lovely buds and blossoms brown..The beauty that is spring's finest hour has been tempered to a few spraggly blossoms on this hillside..The spring green of the trees has come alive in the last few days adorning my weary eyes with beauty..That wonderful green interspersed with white of a few blossoms..  

willow's spring green leaves swayed by the cold north west breeze.. bird pecks frozen bath
Spring has sprung but winter still trys to linger chilling and killing the pear crop and the blueberries that have formed..Will it just be a slight thinning or will it totally wipe out this fall's fruits?...Only time will tell...


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chiming Winter

She breathes a white mist. Her soul shivered,
Her heart now dissipates on ice.
The snow falls silent, a note unheard.
Belief falters of the Jesus Christ.
It's hot; The salty beads tease her
But her cares are frozen still.
Her naivete of life has dispersed;
In a soundless second, her hope is killed.

The colours are raw.

It is winter now where it was summer then.
Her face is dead. Covered in frost.
She cursed her flaws in heat, now winter made its descent.
The cold wind blows colder,
Her aspirations gone dead pale.
What she feared most held onto her
The ice consumes her warmth; a freezing veil.

"Jesus...why Jesus?"

The sweat is overpowering.
Between her legs dries under the sun.
She hears the melody of his belt singing.
Her scream doesn't bother...her reality cannot be undone.

"Why me Lord? Why me who never sins?"
Silence. It could have been worsened.
Praise be to Him that your life is now ruined
Instead of it stripped away and taken.

Praise be to God for He is good.


Details | Verse | |

Winter Girl



It often seems my young life was mostly winter..a few brief memories of the sun, the swimming hole and my mother's pies. But mostly, I remember wind and rain and loneliness.
I never liked myself....looking in the mirror was painful . I constantly felt I was trying to
make something, and had nothing to work with. My brother wore a golden halo, and I was blinded by it.
 
winter's bare branches
reflect the icy moonlight
the gardener waits

Slowly my winter to turned to spring.  I was able to see my reflection in the eyes of others. "Not So Bad!" I heard them say...My hands were no longer empty...and I lived life with a vengeance. The gardeners that tended my blooms opened a new world to me  as I turned toward the sun.But deep inside the winter girl lurks and she will always be my shadow.






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What If Christmas Never Came


What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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What Love is All About

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...

Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...


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FOR LO, THE WINTER IS PAST an Israeli - Sabra Love poem for contest

FOR LO, THE WINTER IS PAST

For Lo, the winter is past
The rains are gone
Glorious are you in the eyes of the sun
Your warmth binds me
The flush dawning world is ours
 


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
11/20/2012


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Mourn For Me

trees mourn my passing
warm caress now frigid grip
leaves shed in sorrow


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the God Head

The things you do when you are down
You only do when you are down
I know this because I’m still around
Thirsty but I’m no hound
So please hound me not 
Or I will beg on you
for all that you have forgot
I was there 
when hope scraped her precious knees
Attempting to keep it peacefully 
For broken men in need of thee
And now you all question me
It’s pointless
Your infatuation,
It blurs me not 
It’s still dark and hell is ever so hot

I was you 
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am 
Like god

Twenty-five and dying for change
In an interlude of constant pain
That’s a moment in time 
Constrained in vain
Realized there was no tomorrow When 
Hope scraped her precious knees
And the devil preferred her woven fleece
Trying to keep it peacefully
I’ve seen harlots lay a widow’s seed
For broken men in winter pillars
Seen fatherless children stained by rain
But I adored the way that autumn came
As venom escaped from her veins
The things we do when we are down
We do only because we are down
I know this all because
Tomorrow came and I was still around

I was you 
Now you don’t know who I am
Like god
I was you
Now you don’t know who I am 
Like god


Hope scraped her precious knees 
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed 
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God
Hope scraped her precious knees 
Trying to keep it peacefully
Seen harlots lay widows seed 
For broken men in a winter freeze
Like God

"Life you were so beautiful, I miss you"



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Ice Cold Out

Touching  any metal un-gloved,
Turns skin to tin, fingers on fire,
Breathing inside what’s above,
Kindles lungs to a stinging pyre.
Exhaled steam is white as a dove.
Some find refuge wearing eider attire,
But hours exposure ends the tropical cove.
After a while the icy novelty tires,
As keeping calm means the need to move.
Snowmen dread mercury higher,
For melting’s their fateful groove.
Winter’s funeral march has its criers,
But in shivering’s end there is no lost love.


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WINTER EXPERIENCE

Shivering as I put my hands into my pockets,even with
the thick gloves worn on the hands,it was as if they are
naked.I wonder when I`m going to get use to this weather?.
I`m freezing as I stand beside my friend,watching him putting 
on his snow-board.My body is perforated like wire gauze as
cold breeze saunters in and out at will with impunity.My hair
follicles stretched out.Tired of staying in this open `deep freezer`;
so I reach for my whisky and gulp it down like a thirsty Camel from
the Sahara.I wonder,how some people cope?;"different strokes
for different folks";as I gaze at two couples cuddling and moulding
a man with ice,just like the Potter.And two kids skiing beautifully
with tremendous dexterity.
My eyes became clearer as the alcohol diffuses into my blood stream
and warm sensation vibrates through my body.

ice falls from sky
as I watch lovers play--
snow-man stands

The rooms have to be heated,yet some are still trapped and frozen.
This is my second experience,the first time,I did not leave my room
for days,because I came from the tropical rain forest where ice don`t
fall from the sky.Here the whole ground is covered with ice and painted
white,even rivers and streams.But this time around,they did not allow
me to stay in isolation at home.Suddenly,Jane touched me and I jerk
back to the present to partially forget my predicament,and to see
Fred ski-jump and glide with expertise.Winter Olympic medal is 
a sure bet for him.


CONTEST:"Mix it up" sponsored by Debbie Guzzi


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Cold Season

Cold Season…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But it doesn’t know where to begin

I watch the leaves as they’re falling
Changing colors I watch them twist and turn
Turning to the ground, I’m gazing back into the sky
To feel the frost; just as fire, burn…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
To me it seems the clouds are falling
And I’m wondering where I fit in

I see life through a picture window
Unpainted glass covering the expanse of the frame
My unobstructed view of the trees bending in the wind
Wondering if the view will ever change
Or if it will ever be the same again…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But frozen, it doesn’t know where to begin…


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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


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Winter now

Wow!Its winter now
It is time for some snow
Indeed a beautiful show
From morning till night
Every moment a delight!

Infront of the Fireplace
Life becomes a chilly place
We put on cashmeres and cottons
So comfortable  and always  so very warm
Gods heavenly light reaches us each dawn!

It is winter now
So lets renounce
War and hate
Lets polish our world
With peace and love
Until Laughter and happiness
Envelops each and every place!


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Winter Blues

It is freezing outside beyond the norm Right before me are some lights way up high They cast a blue glow throughout their dim form Fog is increasing gives opaque-blue sky I stand under a pole in zero temps Seeing the blue light emanating out It’s so cold out that many tend to limp Blueness of the night makes my face to pout I persevere onward through the blue light That encompasses the whole fog’s being Wind slithers through the air never in sight I have the winter blues, which I’m seeing
Russell Sivey Contest: Winter Blues Sponsor: Juli- Michelle 12/29/2013


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Under snow

We wrote your name on the snow, and white will grow
And rise in the large drifts, till the singing pale moon,
Then, in its a week`s journey, the scarlet wind will blow.

Blinding white will arrive at the old luminous steeple, soon;
There, after the season`s ritual sacrifice of the savory pig, 
We keep the lard, without defile it, in the Advent`s noon. 

If presents gather under the Christmas tree , angels in white
Descend from their glass sky with frozen flowers for the windows.
The villagers dream hot wine singing, swimming in their tired sight:

That is the question: Domestic wines, or lyrical Muscat Ottonel ?
Pair to varza calita - steamed cabbage with pork ribs .Idyllic picture …
Garlicky sausages and horse radishes surely brought just from the hell.

Each day, we have to take winter away from our large courtyard
Else, all will be buried in snow. We eat a table of the cold smoked lard
And other foods invented before the postmodernism of Lyotard. 

Salata de boeuf - minced boiled vegetables with meat, mayonnaise 
And a dash of mustard; Tzuica –plum brandy, all kind of grills
 Cow tongue with olives , potateos , Snitzel Viennese or Malinese ,
Sarmale - minced meat with rice, wrapped in pickled cabbage leaves.


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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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Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.



(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)


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Each morning , a white symphony

Each morning, a white symphony 
wakes up the same melancholy, 
Cold sun and the white which will burn…
Dreams and the dust filling the urn

From the back of the time`s pony
Each morning, a white symphony; 
The wind`s instruments by the sea;
Violins on sky`s balcony;                                                                                
                                            
All seasons`tribute in advance:
Winter with its full dress entrance;
Each morning, a white symphony; 
Hearts`s piano found harmony.

Hope established its colony;
Kids with carols and happy eyes.
Soon, they make a palace from ice.
Each morning,a white symphony.


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Frosted View

Moss fern
Grows on the tree
Outside the kitchen
Window for all to see
But, seen only by me

Blurred vision
By the frost that grows
On the Window
Pane melting slowly
As the sun touches
The crystals frozen

Water like tears
Stream down the glass
Outside the kitchen
Window for all to see
But, seen only by me

Debra Squyres
12/27/12


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On Day Closer To Spring Tra-La



One day closer to spring tra-la One day closer to spring Wish the days would just fly on by Instead of lingering Who needs winter, nobody I say Time when everything dies Three seasons surely would do us fine We'd be a bunch of happier guys Who do we talk to about our plight A man in charge of complaints Don't usually like to make any waves But for sure I ain't no saint One day closer to spring tra-la Smelling sweet daffodils Hey I can dream, it ain't against the law Dreams are like magic pills © Jack Ellison 2014


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Winter Woods

The winter wood are stark and empty
Open for all to see_deep
Deep into the soul
Undergrowth devoid of green_no blossoms seen
Wonderful time to explore for can't be taken by surprise

There is something about the winter woods that appeals_
Appeals to the human eye
It calls come tramp deep_discover about life

There are squirrel nests hidden high(in summer)
Along with misteltoe_now seen

One can see the squirrels play intelligent they are
Not eating the misteloe

Oh! how the winter woods stark and naked stand
Wanting to tell all that they understand

Come winter says come sit upon a rock, stump or knoll
Wait, watch, listen, learn, 
As you go along in life, winter woods draws
Draws from its soul to mature the very being of the young


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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


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Crisp Winter

From blade of grass to the tip of twig,
The white dust of winter fall’s.
Frenzied  flakes move in lost abandonment,
Finally pitch on fence and wall’s.
On the throat the rasping of cold crisp air,
The sound of snow crunching underfoot.
As the day grows short , and night draws in,
Now  the  journey homeward   took.
Familiar shapes come into view,
There outlines soften by the snow.
What  once were roofs ,now don white overcoats,
With ice jewellery now on show.
The old mill wheel lies motionless,
So still the little stream.
Held fast by Jack Frost clutches,
In  a Christmas greeting scene.
Chinks of light through windows,
Gives some comfort and delight.
Cast a  beam with an incandescent glow,
On  white grains as they glisten bright.
At the door the latch clicks open,
And with thud is now latched again.
Keeping winter firmly on the out side,
withIn, thoughts of summer to retain


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Crystallized Snow

Frost, a white edge of mist present on trees
With ice grasping the branches minus leaves
The limbs bend under the gravity scene
Some break due to the frozen water sheen

The beauty compares to none all around
The trees are striking in its glory found
Looking at its heart you see its power
Secure is its love of winter wonder

The trees dance in unison joined as one
Showing off the perfection banded on
Motion enhanced by the grace of the ice
Delivered by the mist which does suffice

Gradual branching of each tree is layered
Crystallized snow, the white coat is captured

Russell Sivey


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All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


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Winter

Winter has come
Allegro non molto plays out
And instantly, I am back to that day
Nebulous clouds of soft misty rain
Gently saturating my resolve
It has been a fortnight of misery
So I take pause as,
Adiago-Presto plays on
And the vanguard of my thoughts
Runs the amorphous path I have manufactured
Through the briar of thistle,
I struggle 
As Presto dissolves 
And another sun, sets


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A moment in catagorical time

It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
               compressive but maniacal
down   deep fried effervesence continued a bliss
smooth blow horn alive high frequency antedote
fever pitch a b--i-- t==...c,,,h  mellow deed digestive
cornerstone just picked, not canned cloud
billows apiece with networks intact
sublime charged unpatterened--to gut cord
noose cadence couffiures---who needs to look
when you can heartfeel the resonance trueblue
mild like casket breaths mishapen to formless 
'guises compact summer stated summer not
he--ightened proseless panarama to stiffle
the mistermasters time corrided but indelibly
remembered and "coited to us"---like
creature interruptus. Follow the ill laid scheme
and bottleneck every word line graph to a sinomeasure
rhyme myth only time will tell tribute
pour the mind from the soul fill the void with the
gush of private reserve subvintage--but held
crime captive via socioprocastination of free, non taxable
no interest due, no penalty for "early withdrawal" 
purely personal, single minded, "brand H-one
owner single sibiling thought jester cannibal
yum yum eat'em up eat'em up.


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cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


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Rain Drop

It is that of the rain to which falls.
That of a winter wind to which blows.
It is of the rain drop to which started this day.
Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day.
It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed.
That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form.
There I lay, with a thought of you this day.
As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day.
You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder.
But it’s there with gentleness to which God watches its fall.
As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall.
It’s there; I’m curled in the sheets.
Wishing you was at my needs.
As it is with my heart to which reins for you.
That it’s there to which my heart sweats for you.
Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about.
It’s there the drops fall as it moistens the ground.
A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love.
It’s there I want to experience drops with you.
Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode.
That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness.
As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave.
And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.


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Warmth

            Warmth

After snow the ice sets in with wind
Temperatures plummet in the cold
The humble house gets cozy with the warmth inside
Built by the fire in your eyes
Small cabin, but, enough protection on the lumber logs
My love and I venture out to the wilderness
Bundled up in winter gear
Take each other by the hand
It keeps us strong 
It reaches into our hearts
And starts an ember there for warmth  


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BEAR WINTER APNEA

The sleep I desire
is for resting of the mind.
The sleep I desire
will happen when I am tire.
The sleep I desire is now.
______________________|
For Amy Green Critter Tanka Contest
April 11, 2014


Details | Quatrain | |

Winter at Christmas

The streets were icy and slick Cars moved slowly on by There was a bustle of people A sparkle was in their eye Snow was on the ground, pretty Children threw snowballs around Each landing square on the girls Yelling as they hit the ground The adults were all shopping Looking for the gifts of the year Christmas would be here soon They shopped early as not to fear Windows were very much aglow Shining brightly within the snow Casting an orange glow about Giving everyone a good show The sidewalks were slick as well People had to walk with care They wanted to make it to their shops And to make it home, that being fair Nature has a way to bring winter Even if we move in the city Nature brings to us snow and ice We must deal with it, what a pity Christmas comes but once a year And we all go about our ways Christmas happens in winter Fills us with spirit all our days
Russell Sivey


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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


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Frozen Ideas

It is so cold you can see your own breath The ultimate harsh release Ideas frozen in snow
Russell Sivey Entrant into Rick Parise's "I'll Have One Kimo Please" contest 1/31/2013


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The Winter of My Discontent

The gelid wind is a knife, ice to bone
As Demeter decries Persephone's moan
I too shed a tear, crystalline nature
In the pallid winter of my discontent.

Downy flakes fly in my woods, this glacier
melts slowly, apart from everyone ashore
I die a little more each day I bore
Holes, In this winter of my discontent.

No ode to my urn shall abide tragedy
Created in frolic architecture, majesty
Denied grace in art, I cry a little more
In the frigid winter of my discontent.


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Walking in the Snow

Walking in the snow
As puffy flakes float by
We make a pair of footprints
While walking side by side

Walking in the snow
As our breath fogs the air,
Our footprints paint a picture
Of our quite presence there

Walking in the snow
In a vast land of white
We leave some imperfection
A testament to life


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A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter Patrol

Another night on patrol
In this winter quiet, this winter cold
Breathing frosty air upon a midnight shadow
Yet nature’s soul is oh, so mellow

Does one dare to stir up the night?
Fill it with anger and tempt it to fight?
Before the morning dawn comes forth
Will there be a knock upon someone's door?

One will be wanted, by order of the State
Because the beating of a mother, age twenty plus eight
For a crime like that, no excuse should exist
But should it be handled on a night like this?

The county still sleeps on a December night
With no fear of evil or full hearts of fright
So alas, my county, sleep well until tomorrow
For my mercy in the morning, will not be borrowed


Details | I do not know? | |

Abuse

Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
bedroom.
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.


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The Red, Red Rose

A drop of red in a field of white,
A single red, red rose standing above the snow.
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows,
A patch of hope in the barren land.
A small glimmer of light. 
A single red, red rose.

The last piece of humanity left, 
The last of life the Earth will see.
A single red, red rose above the snow,
The very last of nature's beauty,
Why it didn't freeze, no one knows.
A single red, red rose.

As time goes on, the rose will die,
The light will fade,
The hope will be no more
The Earth will come to pass away,
As the petals, from the rose, are torn,
But for now the single red, red rose,
Stands above the frozen snow.

Unless, the hope can be restored,
With love and care, the rose will grow.
It will shimmer like a light,
And it will spread it's seed,
Spread it's hope.
It will stand above the snow,
And finally, why it didn't freeze,
People will know.

The cold and barren wasteland,
That is covered with snow,
Will become green again, 
And it all started with, 
The single red, red rose
That stood above the snow.


Details | Haiku | |

Poignant Haiku

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn


distant hill
a river carrying
the spring


rolling out
of the rice fields –
remaining snow


spring’s end
my infant fingers 
the fallen petal


sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon

 
autumn dawn --
mother serves white rice
on an almond leaf

 
autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf


Details | Rhyme | |

Artist Carcass Frozen in the Arctic

Forgotten Poems fill my head,
Though ruined; tattered or destroyed
The Truth I seek, how do I dread-
For this Life I've yet enjoyed!

Arctic Artist, how hard I shiver!
My frozen carcass never found
Lethal Liquor engulfs my liver-
As the snow drifts all around...


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Blue Jay Chill

       Blue Jay Chill


Snow covers blue jay 

Swallow winters up, ice forms 
 
Both merge, beneath, cold


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
remember.
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.


Details | Couplet | |

December Night Snowfall

Drifting snow, so sweet, so silent- but echos in the dark blue sky
The trees, so dark, are now bright with the snow's lullaby

They sway to the whisper of the sweet wintry wind
While the animals hide and huddle, feeling cold and chagrined

The snow stops falling, and there is hardly a sound
Save the wind making the trees push the snow on the ground

The sparkle of the snow reflects the light from the moon
and the trees eat it up with a light silver spoon

No footprints exist in the pure land of sparkly white
but the prints of a doe who passes too quickly for sight

The clouds come back in- slowly, they creep in
Whispering to the trees that another snowfall will begin


                                                 WINTER SCENERY :P
                                                   a winter couplet


Details | Senryu | |

FIRST STORM OF WINTER

       fragile dawn   
summer bravado cracks
       splits the sky 

     duck flats freeze
flurried white fills footsteps
        frail adieu

          fragile dusk
ready kindling stacked strong
          storm rages


V Anderson-Throop  2014
Valdez, Alaska


Details | Bio | |

Allergic Interaction

Over long winter hours
Feeling angst about the enduring absence of a pleasant stasis,

The ninja like treachery of nature, camouflaged in the subtly sweet aroma of hyacinth and spring dew, sneaks past the awaiting anticipation of discomfort.

How long has it been since Nature’s sweet halter was again shown,
Torturing lost companions with its overbearing presence?

The relinquished thoughts and plans replaced.  Uncomfertability, tension, and a sense of impuissance take hold of all decisions and actions.

A pill for such things causes more than dry mouth and hot flashes. The treatment has been known as the cause in many a heart’s aches and sudden collapses.

Pharmacopeia fails to vitiate the limerance of one’s soul for the unattainable warmth of spring’s wrath.
Once again, winter is preferred over possible allergic reactions.


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Killer Girls and Flesh Eating Zombies

My head feels like it has a lava lamp inside
The skull has a long crack going across the front

I think it’s time to rotate the winter Mucha
Slide up the spring beauty with her berries and birds

Tis the season for old fashioned double features
Killer girls and flesh eating zombies rule this year

Sucking the crystal geyser for all it is worth
The pole humping, lap dancing nemesis at play

Think I’ll drop some winter pounds and grow a new tan
Feed my birdies and then the melodies will come

Make my life sound thrilling with my ukulele
While I pour down those Beefeater gin and tonics

I’ll collect pie birds and light incense each day
While praying for a zoftig desperate housewife 

Change my religion back to innocent pagan
Shed all this Christian guilt like a well worn condom

I’ll hang Wiccan twig men in the lush green forest
And read about the Peloponnesian war years

Polish my ceramic frogs for the porch display
Then ship my old video tapes to my momma

Install some buckhorns on the hog for back relief
And turn fifty with a big four twenty bong hit

I’ll drop in just to ask question and make one think
Then listen to baseball while hammering fine nails

Grow some fat tomatoes in hanging flower pots
Number my candles with secret hieroglyphics

Yes, my head will crack open like a rotten egg
Then the healing will begin, and the world will turn


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vision

  When I close my eyes I see winters; mountains that are hugged with snow, valleys that are 
suffocated by artic winds. The tingles in the lakes and rivers are the reflection of the eyes, 
the eyes of the life that has been frozen in the confines of a motionless liquid. Parts of the 
ground are warm where forbidden spirits slip back into life for purposes unknown by any 
mortal. A child in a window fascinated by the winter elements, a smile on his face that fogs 
the window, a fog that shatters the glass allowing this same child to become personal with 
winter"s touch. As tattered pieces of an old blanket conceal a woman with a pillow of 
concrete, hopes of summers remove despair only for the same despair to b missed. Still she 
smiles, this same smile that allows winter to give her soul a chill. The people look to the 
heavens for the signs of a rainbow to come, the hope is met with the falling of ice that sinks 
it"s frosted fangs into all that is as it once did to all that was. Drums of fire align the streets, 
huddlers gather with outstretched hands shedding tears as the fire massages the tips of their 
fingers and breathes on their faces. Yet there is no refuge as frozen advocates of this 
articsphere relinquish the inspiration of the fire. Everywhere there is hope for a summer to 
come, so that this winter may pass, yet we are at the end of june... My eyes were never 
closed.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shivering Lunatics

Sink into the wide expanse of your suffering,
and, allow the white waste of winter wholly inside;
embrace this bleak blankness as a sole offering,
exist within emptiness with perceptions thrown wide.

Measures of such misery are but managed means
to knowledge that awaits past any given end;
endure the seeming infinite alabaster scenes
to discover strength that dread dormancy can lend.

Give yourself over to ev'ry iv'ry-hued sight,
accept chilling saintliness bestowed to your senses,
such sacrifice may deliver redemptive light,
affinity for gazing through frigid fences.

Create your own vow to recall all which you see,
so from your gathered, frozen moments, you will bring,
like a shivering lunatic's pale prophecy,
word that Winter will pass with the promise of Spring


Details | Blank verse | |

IN EVERY WINTER I WRITE

         IN EVERY WINTER I WRITE

Every winter I write
Not to you
Let God forgive .

That day you told me
Of fence and fantasy
If life is kept in abeyance ,
If life is kept in my hands,
You'll not be the chosen one .

I look through kaleidoscope
Objects I see tantalize
Condescension of life
Tunnel of love and light .

Dark clouds invade sky
We grope out to find life
Or our space
Will be occupied
Byanother souls .

You speak of sprits
Their spaces and mobility
Visiting us often
To feel us
Our lovelessness
What will they think of us
Our life and theirs !!!


Details | Free verse | |

Into the Icy Unknown

I took you by the hand and led you down a beaten path…
 
A solitary ray of light to guide the way
Through an enchanting, captivating, ice-covered wood
Like a modern-day version of Lewis and Clarke
Onward to a riverbank where the ground sparkled like diamonds
In the pale moon light of the tranquil December sky
The glowing lights of the bright and alluring city life
Were painting a picture on the river’s swift current
 
The sweet sound of time standing still…
 
Just two warm breaths chilled by winter’s cool air
Mesmerized by what our eyes see before us
We venture onward in the lonely night
Discovering a shabby ship rope
The sense of adventure spiking within us
Enticing us to cross our very own Bridge to Terabithia
To a decayed, barely floating on a long-forgotten vessel
 
And our feet hit the dilapidated timber planks….
 
The harmonizing rhythm of two hearts .. ba-bum.. ba-bum.. ba-bum.. 
In anticipation of the icy unknown awaiting ahead
With finely tuned senses, we draw in a breath
And take a step of faith across the threshold
Suddenly elevated to a world unknown
A world consumed by memories lost departed long ago 
Into the serene and still beauty
 
A rusted, decomposed Terabithia…
 
 ….and we breathed life into it, into each other.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Season's Flip

Spring was a darkness bliss 
Summer was a rage to find the truth 
When fall came and the eclipse was out  
I closed my eyes... 
I think I just needed some time. 
I think I just need some time to cry over you. 
When winter came, I sang  a Taylor's swift song about a flower  I never got. 
I drove around way too much looking at places I  had already seen 
I guess you could say I  took a ride. 

The lightning flashed and the seasons changed 
A world to be  
A world to know 
My strength revealed 
The flip of the coin 

Spring was a blissful wind  
Summer gave truth to see  the light 
When Fall came and my son was born 
It sure made life a whole lot clearer 

A bliss it was to see his eyes staring back at me. 
When winter came  
I  had to watch you walk away and sing Foo Fighter's song, "Learning to Walk Again" song remembering it was me who gave you flowers in those December months. 
I drove around and looked   at places I  had never seen 
I guess you could say I  took a joyful ride 
I stopped crying over those flowers I never got 
  
I think I just needed some time  
I think I just need some time to let you walk away 

The thunder roared  and the seasons changed 
A world to be  
A world to know 
My strength renewed 
The flip of the coin strength  revealed the seasons of time  
The flip of the coin  
It sure made life a whole lot clearer.


Details | Free verse | |

Illusion

Thine was the glory -
When the sun rose one winter morning,
To love me, I relished myself and basked with my esteem,
I was abided by the greeting rays -
And I followed it, till my eyes seized me...
Thine was the glory -
I saw her at a glance and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life. 
 
Thine was the glory -
When the moon gleamed one winter evening,
To hug me, I enchanted myself and suspired the fondness,
I was maneuvered by the adorning rays -
And I winked it, till my arms hemmed in...
Thine was the glory -
I hugged her for once and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
 
Thine was the glory -
When the spring got hold of time and allayed the daylight,
To verse me, I sensed myself and pleased the warmth,
I was sedated by the soulful met -
And I graced it, till the flushing time...
Thine was the glory -
I assured her for once and it seemd I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life.
 
Thine was the glory -
When the summer flamed up and brightened the liaison,
To bless me, I devoted myself and assured the consequence,
I was honored by the moral dignity -
And I adored it, till my endurance evinced the realisms...
Thine was the glory -
I valued her for once and it seemed I lived the moment -
It seemed I lived a life. 
 
Thine was the glory -
When the sun doomed behind the roaring clouds,
To lust me, I drenched myself and coused along with the mizzle,
I was lipped by the wishful drops -
And I sheltered it, till my love stormed with the illusion...
Thine was the glory -
I endured the roarings and it seemed I was only living those moments -
As it only seemed I was living a life but not a realism.


Details | Haiku | |

My Christmas Rose

legend of blossoms                                                                                                        a gift given may flower                                                                                              dear your in full bloom


Details | Free verse | |

Luna

Since it was Sunday in late December
the sun perched softly behind a dark
swirl - and the distant dust
turned the last ray from red to pink
well before the dainty fingers
of her small hands could count to six

The tide was ebbing but left lopsided
lines of foam-beige brine surrounding
crooked batons of driftwood settling
for the evening - in wait of the dawn’s
salty brush and the mermaid’s call
that only the mullet could hear

Sandpipers skipped across the scrawls
where some spirited soul had neatly
spelled the name Luna and etched
a lazy heart in the sand
made barely legible by the suckle
of less than a half moon of sweet Gruyere

Holiday lamps from the shops in the village,
baptized by a light steam, lifted green and blue
watermarks off the horizon toward the mangroves
and left markings of indelible ink where crow’s feet
tried to sleep and halfhearted whelk 
nestled as salt in recesses of aged eyes

The scent of the sea was mild
Then again just the thing to suit
The keenness of the cilia that lined
the inside of the only nostril that still behaved.
And though the Mumps had left one ear utterly deaf
I observed the pelican call

This was neither the place nor time to breathe meekly.
A wordless titter throttled my throat
and I asked myself how life might be sounder

Her lily white hand, half covered in sand
touched the truss in my mind.
Smiling out loud my deaf ear could hear
her juddering blood - for she was totally (and wonderfully) blind


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | ABC | |

THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN

Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer’s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.

The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.

Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.

Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.

Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it’s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.

How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.


Details | Free verse | |

TOO MUCH TALK

There’s too much talk of winter now
          too much talk of weather
Every scrap of paper    blown outside
          defiles a memory of the forest green
Time for old ones    bent o’er rake and hoe
          to    desperately    conceive another spring
There’s too much talk of winter now


Details | Bio | |

Winter

Winter Is Here Now To Stay 
The Wind Is Strong The Birds Are
Away Winter Is Nice Amazing And 
Cold Winter Is What Makes Me Feel
Right At Home Winter Is What I Need
And what I Got I Love My Winter
Its All That I want Is This Loving
Beautiful Winter Snow Covered ground
It Lets Me Know That Its Winter All
Over Again.


Details | Free verse | |

The Dark Season

The dark season of cold, pallid vastness
Has not broken the tenacity
Of the first snow fall
Heralding the purity of the colorless
And the aroma of burning pine

This opaque mood I am in
Rejoices for the dark season
Yellow and brown ochre highlights
Burnt umber trees of plasticine 
Molded by the hands of nature

In my mind, I am alone in this one-way reality
And yet, I delight for the dark season
If I could share this sensation, I would not
For it’s the prelude to a poem
About a cold and distant soul


Details | Quatrain | |

The big picture will show

I think of my writing putting thoughts to a page.
Lately they free me and release my soul from a cage.
I hope that all the changes can continue to be.
For it uproots my perspectives and the way I see.

I start to feel sorrow when I visit the past.
As I hope that these words won’t be the last.
Time flies by me, sometimes too fast.
I step from the shadows that yesterday casts.

Many times I feel my words are misunderstood.
I’d change them around if I thought I that I could.
I never meant any harm, I seek to do good.
The ground is shifting where I once stood.

The sun returned after days of rain
The sunlight erases all of my pain.
I dream of summer when the days were long.
But winter is upon me and the light is gone.

I seem to find strength and just move on.
I’m tired of hearing that same sad song.
I just try to put one foot before the other
Find a shelter where I can take cover.

The winter wind howls yet it’s warm inside.
Change does arrive with the coming tide.
The waves crash down removing the sand.
As time slip by, the time is at hand.

I don’t know the future or where this path leads,
I never get what I want yet find what I need.
I don’t know the answer but don’t have to know,
When it’s time for me to see the big picture will show.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Winter

So many people rave on about summer
To me this couldn’t be dumber
Winter is the time for me
A time where I feel truly comfortable and free

Winter is great sleeping weather
Either alone or embracing together
There is no season that is better
Some like it dry I like it wetter

My troubles get washed away with the rain
Swept away like the winter leaves down the drain
A time where I feel less pain
A time where I feel slightly less insane

With considerable rain comes a departure of the water restriction
One can bathe without fear of conviction 
In summer people smell and sweat
Less likely in winter because it’s cold and wet

Winter starts on the 1st of June
With the darker winter nights comes a brighter moon
The sounds of the rain and wind at night
The pound of thunder accompanied by sparks of light

When it’s cold you can put on a beanie or an extra top
If it’s hot there are only so many layers you can strip before you must stop
Winter is a time for rain, hail and snow
A time when the weeds slowly grow

In winter there are less flies, rodents and ants
In winter I can feel comfortable wearing pants
In winter termites are less active or even dormant
Good for us but for them a bad predicament

Winter is a great time for a hot drink
And an excellent time to head to the ice rink
In winter you can hug without feeling sticky
Being intimate when it is hot can be quite tricky

A drink stays cold so you don’t need to add ice
In winter you can have a hot curry with rice
In winter football is played
Birds migrate and eggs are laid

You lay beside a warm fire
And drink red wine or whatever you desire
There’s nothing finer than a warm home cooked dinner
In winter you are less concerned about being thinner

You may get a little cough or sneeze
And you may see images like these
Children playing in a puddle
A loving couple having a cuddle

Winter colours can be dark but also bright
Like when water turns to snow it appears white
The sparkling of stars at night
The fallen leaves with the wind in flight

Winter is most definitely the best of the four seasons
This has been proven with so many reasons


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Heart Warrior

As winter turns to spring I’ll see her there,
With eyes that cast aside my bashful mask,
And with a snowdrop’s kiss I am aware
The year ahead is now a simple task.
With eyes that cast aside my bashful mask,
My fingers feel the earth beneath my nails,
The year ahead is now a simple task,
She turns the wheel again so life prevails.
My fingers feel the earth beneath my nails,
While planting seeds to greet the summer sun
She turns the wheel again so life prevails,
I smile again as Brigid’s works is done
And with a snowdrop’s kiss I am aware 
As winter turns to spring I’ll see her there.


Details | Couplet | |

Brown Ice

In the freezes of the winter sunny-sets.
Brown icy lake then the sky turns Burnett. 
As the birds walk on ice underneith the hanging pecan trees. 
Looking for nuts, shelter., for comfort from the winter freeze.


Details | Free verse | |

Reminiscences

A time for rest,
a time for enjoyment,
in order to keep our mind at peace,
we venture out,
in search for something quite special indeed,
these are known as memories,
in order to keep these memories as lively as possible,
we tend to travel afar,
finding a number of ways to preserve these,
especially the good ones though,
but elaborating on a number of these would exceed the pages indeed,
so keeping in short,
the travel to the Himalayas,
is what I can think of,
the elegance and the beauty of the place , 
keeps on registering in my mind from time to time,
how I wish to spend my time in there,
but a voice calls me back,
for it’s not yet time to rest in here!!


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Abele Trees in Autumn

Above the lake abele trees are golden
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Snowy white swans face longing for each other


Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
The lake reflects gold and red like miracles
Snowy white swans face longing for each other
Knowing winter is coming with its bother

Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Knowing winter is coming with its bother
Above the lake abele trees are golden


Details | I do not know? | |

Seasonal Change (Angel of Sadness)

As my soul dwells in your past 
I kill for this moment to pass 
Al though I smile 
I find myself more and more suppressed 
As if, your casket was buried in my chest 

Yes, I breathe 
For I believe 
I am promised to leave 

And I hate the winter 
All the days of September 
I hate the center of a broad frost December 

And as the night expires 
My fright assumes your desires 
I feel I am not the child I used to be 
The privilege of this substance abuses me 
I hate to be the selfish man I have become 
But as if it were fate 
Sadness reigns past noon for some 

I hate the winter 
All the days of September 
I hate the center of a broad frost December


Details | Verse | |

NEVER SATISFIED

I don't understand
Why others should grieve,
When in the summer
They're hot,
And in the winter 
They freeze.

"Twould be odd indeed
The other way round,
If in the summer
They'd freeze,
And in the winter 
Burn brown.

          Cile Beer

written l955


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tensile Strength

Here we are

Just the two of us together

Taking this crazy chance

To be all alone

We both know it has taken forever

But if we are found out

It will break our homes

The tether along with its dance

 

Pools in our eyes

Northern lights in the skies

Not a palm oil light in sight

To pierce this cold winter night

 

Here we sit

In this old mossy park

We two in the dark

 

The wise old blue jay flies

His flock may be spies

Or they are carrier pigeons

Winging dubious lies

 

 

The grist mill flows

In its easy mourning clothes

The church steeple sleeps

And the tree top sighs

A soft breeze blows

And the journey cakes rise

 

The hope we share

Is a tendered feather

Someday we’ll be discovered

Loved ones will care

Cupboards to be bare

And the threads that bind us;

 a half-life of heather

 

So with pools in our eyes

Northern lights in the skies

Not a sound or street lamp in sight

To pierce this winter night

Live for the moment

A tear in our eyes

Soon we must bid elastic goodnight


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dreams That No Longer Come

Sitting by my winter window
Studying a cold rain 
Beating on my window pane
I vigilantly watched each drop
Gathering at the bottom
Before rolling away

Looking past
The cold wet forest
I gazed to a long ago place
Where I could still see you
Waiting for me
To come home

My thoughts
Are no longer here
They are in a distant land
Someplace where they can 
No longer be touched
A place where dreams begin
And you are always 
Waiting for me 

There was a time
I believed in dreams
And songs
And love
But those days have turned
Into a wintry rain
A rain that stings 
Hard on my cheeks 
A rain that rolls 
Down my face
Before falling harshly
On a winter ground
And dies


Details | Blank verse | |

Some New Shii

i just want to write some new shii
not on some i wish i was rich tip 
but on some if i ruled the world shii
wouldn't be no school you had to pay for
 last time i checked knowledge was free
 ballers wouldn't "save" they money in rims no more
grammas would rock minks down to the floor
be at bingo drinkin forties and wearin timbs 
just cause they can and they old enough not to care 
and they grandsons would drop them off on saturdays 
to get a style for they hair
wake up sunday mornins to escort them to church
still letting them know they exceed the equivalent to a womans worth

kids wouldn't run rampid through the ghetto and if they did
mrs jones from down the street 
not that hotel cafe freak 
but mrs jones with the three boys and two girls 
would give that little butt a reason to stay still
aint no babies havin babies
just girls in the park with ponytails 
sweatin out they shirley temple curls in the summer heat
no more little boys cursin' and stealin cars for they older cusin's that sell weed
all these celebrities wouldn't be so rich
they would only be makin money to support a cause of conflict

but that's some new shii
not some 2006 shii
that's some if i close my eyes and make a wish shii
and if God could only hear it and make it happen in a blink shii
even if i ruled the world i still don't think i could change it
cause you just cant  teach an old dog new tricks!

in the coldest winter ever, i learned to b-more careful
skool of hard knocks taught me to be more street smart 
you see i grew up in the bronx 
but mommy made it disney world
cause i was her only baby girl
i still saw the misery and learned real early that it loves company 
so i should'nt talk to strangers or they'd put me in danger
 introduce me to the things i shouldn't know
i learned to be a little lady not have my 14th birthday baby shower party
my aunties already knew the code of the streets and i learned to decode the 
messages my mother taught me by kickin the cypher
 I tried to keep my ear to the streets and learn the stories of the lifas
 i wanted to be well-rounded so when i stepped of the curb i would still remain 
grounded
i wasn't at the number hole or in the corner set-up I kept my head up
I was lookin for the light at the end of the ghetto 
i wasn't gone let it take me in circles
Cause i knew i had to do some new shiit 
cause in the coldest winter ever i became more clever and 
learned why mommy said don't go exposin ya gold in the ghetto
wear a sweater


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another year

another year has finished its foward dance one more year maybe one more chance.
as these seasons are born then die it happens so fast they way times fly by
one day the sun bright and blinding your eye the next day its gone only clouds in the sky
color of the winter drains you  the endless gray another season for it all to go away
how can one stand beside the clock counting away the year tick tick tock
a constant reminder of our finite time a constant countdown to the final chime
and every year i try to keep the chin high alas every year till the day  i die
every fall brings a pang of regret for those i love and those i neglect
the leaves die making room for the new i think we all do the same thing too
spring speaks of a fresh start and relief to those with heavy winter hearts
the promise of sun and a new begining a small clue in alife with little meaning
summer comes we wait all year the days are long the skys are clear
radiating sun keeps energys high but summers so short no matter how hard one trys
so many memories attached to these seasons a million guesses a hundred reasons
the smell of the flower that blooms in may always reminds of long forgotten day
crisp air before the very first snow always hints to me somthing i should know
even thoe this life is so short and fast i would trade nothing fo all the seasons past
i put down my pen and start to reflect no matter what lifes amazing in retrospect
so live each season like it was the end lifes not measured on a watch my friend
its weighed in the hearts of those lived it every ounce day by day bit by bit
another year has gone away so weigh your love everyday kept in a safe place
doesnt matter what  this is your life your day keep to that you cant lose face
another year has completed its run soon enough once again greeted by the sun


Details | Blank verse | |

a day on the mountain

                                                        A Day on the Mountain
		          The snow is falling around
	                    Bringing the mountain a new shiny crown 
		          The leaves have fallen, it is end of summer
	                    The mountain is in its winter slumber
		          We realize this is God’s natural way 	
			So we adjust to a different type day
			If things changed, and we had summer year 
round 
	          We would start complaining and want snow on the ground 
                              He lets the trees and plants rest for a while 
 		          Then come spring they will be but to the trail
			Sometimes winter can be a trying time
 			Causing us to just set around and whine
			If we look around and see the beauty of it all 
			The leaves are beautiful with many colors of 
fall
			 It’s another morning, it’s frosty and cold
			 But the sun is coming out to warm our soul
			 We’ll stay warm if we really try
		            Blessed with an abundant wood supply
		            God gives us strength to do what we must
			  If we put our efforts and actions in his trust 
			  He says this is the way it is going to be
			  If we look around us, his blessings we well 
see
			  If we will just trust him, things will   be alright 
		            Just throw another cover on the bed tonight
			
                                
                                 By  Buzzie  
			   Oct 2001


                             
		
                                 


Details | I do not know? | |

Cold And White

Winter's the season cold and white
Those who hate it favor flight
Warmer, sunnier places in mind
But sometime monies are hard to find.

Others who love the frost and snow
Have many activities on the go
A day of sports, and evening of pleasure
Uniting to form a memory treasure.

So here's to winter and all its faults
Fresh fallen snow, skiers exult
Cold and stormy a typical day
Moonlit' rides with the horse and sleigh.

And to all of us who have what it takes,
Say "farewell" to those who need breaks
A winter of warm, a winter of cold
All balances out or so we are told.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rebirth

Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom
the fuchias have died from winters fright
the cold gate of winter has released it's might
and yet in hybernation is the possum
 
the spires of the foxglove will skip this year
within the glacial tears have winnowed past
then distilling of snow hardened fast
anon the daffodils and violets will appear
 
The shoots of life spring forth in arias song
the frost within the heart of winter fled
fountains bound forth from waters shed
they have all been kissed upon by dawn
 
In the hills the trails gates are broken
winters past has smote it's autumn
languishing leaves can never blossom
and beauty of it's death rarely spoken
 
Purple lupine forest yet to stretch the meadow
the wetland swamps lay still in fallow
yet is tendered by frog and swallow
soon the cattails and water lillies fellow
 
The leaping children of the woodland forest
will spring forth from lonely glen
and years to rushed for blessing men
yet in it's radience within does rest
 
Seems felonious that within rejuvination
that the doubts of men should sprout
when manifest of nature does so shout
that rebirth to life and love it's susperation
 
But one must chose what one's course is fated
rebirth it's possibility to man
in soil the breath of life to land
Nature has so amply demonstrated
 

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Free verse | |

The Drugs

Last week of my summer break
Hanging with my friends like always
Thats when I stumbled acrossed you
And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak

Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie
My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes
For they looked as though the sun was shining 
directly into them

He looked at me with more compassion
Then I had ever felt
Talking all summer just me and him
About everything and about nothing

What changed that autumn??
Was it your new friends
Because I saw what you did to your old ones
What made you into this kind of monster???

Although I never told you how I felt
I would still stay up at night and cry about it
Then the final day came when I found out the truth
How drugs were destroying the man I loved

From autumn to winter and from winter to spring
I couldn't believe how different you looked
Your eyes no longer shined like the sun
Your muscles weaker than ever before

I knew you were dying, I told you to stop
But you told me you didn't care
I wanted to leave you 
But I knew you needed me now more than ever

Summer comes around, schools are getting out
And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth
Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone
I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame


Details | I do not know? | |

Winter

Winter is now showing. You can tell it by the falling snow. Its flowing down from 
the sky. All through the air. The wild wind is blowing it.

The fluffy white stuff is piling up high. But look here comes a snow plow. Pushing 
it to the side no matter how high. It keeps plowing right on by.

Looking out the window. I see kids playing. Their building snowmen. While 
enjoying natures gift of snow. Because theres no school today.

I also see the winter birds. Their flocking to the feeders. To feast on sunflower 
seeds. They will take shelter nearby. In an old pine tree.

In the distance on the hillside. I see deer pawing the ground. Their trying to find 
acorns beneath the snow.  To fill their bellies to help keep them warm against 
the cold winters air.

Up in the sky geese are flying by. In their V shape formation headed south. 
Where they will face winter without any snow.

I finish my evening after a day of watching natures beauty. I gather in firewood to 
last threw the night. I sit down by the fireplace I cover up with my throw. While 
sipping on hot cocoa waiting for the cold wind to blow.

It was really cold and snowy that winter. I watched everyday for a sign of spring. 
As I gathered my firewood. I heard a noise. I looked to the sky an seen geese fly 
by. I stepped where the snow had melted there it was a sprig of green grass 
growing.Even though I had cabin fever. I done a little jig. Because I knew winter 
would soon be over.

Spring is starting to show. There was a few more snows. But it melted away it 
didn't stay long. Winter gave way. Replaced by spring. That's when the cold wind 
quit blowing and the warm wind started flowing. The sky turned blue. With the 
sun rising slowly. Taking away the last sign of winter. Till fall gives way to winter.






Details | Quatrain | |

I Hate Cold

Has to be damn hot for me to complain But just a little too cold and I’m in pain My age probably may plays a part, I know Didn’t bother me a long time ago It makes no difference what is the reason Can’t stand the cold of the winter season So when I retired we traveled around A warm winter place was finally found Arizona is home for half the year Lot of warm sunshine as most days are clear Back in Washington State it’s wet and cold Day after day of that really gets old We’re Snowbirds because we avoid the cold By going south before winter take hold We’ve been doing this now for fifteen years Still anxious to leave when departure nears


Details | Rhyme | |

You Or Me

A woman digs inside the trash to find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her day to day is lived amongst the 
streets,

her clothes are nothing more than tattered rags; I 
truly see, that people point and stare at her, she 
could be you or me.

Imagine if you lost your job and bills aint gettin paid, 
dynamics of this life do change when scrill aint gettin 
made,

the hole can be so deep for some to not care much 
at all, they'd kneel in urine puddles in the stairway up 
the hall.

To feed the need for capital they'd play with bat and 
balls, a person's pride sinks lower from the higher 
that they fall,

and on the way to impact they may bounce and 
smack a wall, this country has a safety net but still 
can't catch em all.

It could be you or me asleep and snoring by the 
train, with body dripping water from that pouring kind 
of rain,

the race and gender differs, the results are all the 
same, that's living; life's a gamble, win or lose it's all 
a game.

Degrees that separate us aren't high like summer 
heat, they're more like dead of winter snow, the 
sidewalk underneath,

time differs though in essence it depends on who 
you meet, some folk take years to lose it all, for 
others, just 2 weeks.

We all should count our blessings though it's hard to 
do with strife, it always could be worse, no food to 
eat or shining light,

your bedroom suddenly becomes an alleyway at 
night, your table's now a garbage can of sustanant 
delight,

and God forbid there're children out here living off the 
land, you know the mental strain is tough when living 
hand to hand,

or hand to mouth, it's all about how quick things turn 
around, the damage 3rd degree if life decides to 
burn you down.

A woman digs in trash and finds an imitation stole, 
she cares not what it's made of during winter days of 
cold,

her faith in God so solid that she'll bravely see it 
through, before you laugh at her just think, that could 
be me or you.


Details | ABC | |

Coldest Winter Ever

in the coldest winter ever, i learned to b-more careful
skool of hard knocks taught me to be more street smart 
you see i grew up in the bronx 
but mommy made it disney world
cause i was her only baby girl
i still saw the misery and learned real early that it loves company 
so i should'nt talk to strangers or they'd put me in danger
 introduce me to the things i shouldn't know
i learned to be a little lady not have my 14th birthday baby shower party
my aunties already knew the code of the streets and i learned to decode the 
messages my mother taught me by kickin the cypher
 I tried to keep my ear to the streets and learn the stories of the lifas
 i wanted to be well-rounded so when i stepped of the curb i would still remain 
grounded
i wasn't at the number hole or in the corner set-up I kept my head up
I was lookin for the light at the end of the ghetto 
i wasn't gon' let it take me in circles
Cause i knew i had to do some new shiit 
cause in the coldest winter ever i became more clever 
I Learned why mommy said don't go exposin ya gold in the ghetto
wear a sweater


Details | Epyllion | |

HER HOOK

Seasons Coalesce Cycles reset Patterns, Habits, Evolve and regress Exhausted Fast for the Sabbath Reasons to rest Memories to regret Sacked , accost. Divest. Pay the clocks price An eternal toll Raped of life, sucked out soul. Trapped verbal lessons, hooked with shit. Confusing intention I abash her with derision Trenchant Poems And my myopic vision. Sick selfish sabotage Malevolent inventions Disesteem who I’ve become Hate this so called home Adeem this crooked loan.
end 10-18


Details | I do not know? | |

writing

Its cold and dreary, and my days are filled with the continuous studying of 
unimportant books. And my sighs fill empty hallways, as the nights turn to days, 
in an endless flicker. Not even lightning nor thunder can move me from this 
silence. And winter is coming, as the leaves fall all over my hair, the trees 
shedding them like tears. Crinkling under my toes. Their joyful colors of orange 
and red. And some have had the life sucked from them back into the earth. I 
enjoy this solitary moment, before they are swept away by the wind and I hope 
that their beauty will stay. In my mind, to brighten the day like moments like this, 
filled with our laughter. I bundle up with scarves and sweaters, to fight the 
temperature. And stars look brilliant at night, and my hand in yours under 
moonlight. Our knowing glances say it all. There is a certain beauty when winter 
meets the fall.


Details | Free verse | |

When The Winter Broke

After the age of sleep and death, 
the Lion laid down and exhaled his breath.  
From it came life and heat, 
and up rose the children to their marching feet.  
The land became awake once more, 
chasing away the terrible winter storm.  
the forests bloomed 
as summer rain boomed.  
the sun came out and washed away the rain, 
restoring Man from long frozen pain.  
I can not say what it was like that day, 
but i can still hear them pray.  

"The Winter broke and life is regained, now our tomorrows will never be stained."


Details | Lyric | |

October In the Air

With colors changing as winter is in route
The trees stand proud as their leaves
Take on a whole new meaning 
Knowingly possessing the power
To capture my being.

This time of year is for all to see
It is a time for new life to be born
As winter is about to be freed
Slowly it greets us with each new morn.

The leaves must change
Their colors blending so 
Oranges, golds and browns
Oh such a sight to behold.

Enjoy them now 
For toworrow they may be gone
They won't last forever
Not like the words of a song.

Try viewing them with a loved one
Enjoy all they have to give
Breathe deeply as you look upon them
How many colors do you see?

If by chance you are here next year
When again they display 
Their beauty for all to see
Will you still have your loved one
There with you
Or will you have to enjoy
Their beauty alone
And through a blinded tear.


Details | Blank verse | |

I Am Nothing, Leaning towards a Thing

﷯﷯
﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter does not the Summer make.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Sometimes the Winter is only take and take And Take.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Much like﷯﷯
﷯﷯My Quiet kissing dead slept Kat.﷯﷯
﷯﷯{Yes}  His Looks﷯﷯
﷯﷯{As well} had a voice, ﷯﷯
﷯﷯once…﷯﷯
﷯﷯{ Ice melting in Cranberry, Lime and Juice. }﷯﷯
﷯﷯But much like﷯﷯
﷯﷯The shade cries, to Love the Sun, ﷯﷯
﷯﷯Oh, diocese of tension﷯﷯
﷯﷯I’m down to my Skin at last.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Please… Please﷯﷯
﷯﷯Rock me to sleep, the weather’s wrong,﷯﷯
﷯﷯I’ve nothing left to give to you﷯﷯
﷯﷯But Nails and Teeth,﷯﷯
﷯﷯Tongue and Eyes﷯﷯
﷯﷯And still He continues,﷯﷯
﷯﷯All bounce and sway, along﷯﷯
﷯﷯Till Crouching, Crunching, softest tender-est Noise.﷯﷯
﷯﷯The Midnight of Me descends….﷯﷯
﷯﷯Setting much quicker than he might of Enjoyed.﷯﷯
﷯﷯My Dear, Twittered Dove,﷯﷯
﷯﷯This Will { is }﷯﷯
﷯﷯Goodnight﷯﷯
﷯﷯And Die.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Voice of My Shoulder…﷯﷯
﷯﷯Voice of long Past Sins.﷯﷯
﷯﷯Was it Dust that I was Kissing?﷯﷯
﷯﷯Dreamed and Instant, Ghost of Voices lost and fire?﷯﷯
﷯﷯Do all Beginnings start without Shade?﷯﷯
﷯﷯Tell me… Answer, sweet and Quick…﷯﷯
﷯﷯Close region of kissing final Dust…﷯﷯
﷯﷯…﷯﷯
﷯﷯Just what was your Wish…﷯﷯
﷯﷯Other than Sand, burning,﷯﷯
﷯﷯Beneath my Eyelids.﷯﷯
﷯﷯…﷯﷯
﷯﷯-Cut.-﷯﷯
﷯﷯This Scene﷯﷯
﷯﷯Is End.﷯﷯
﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯-thend-﷯﷯
﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯﷯


Details | Light Poetry | |

love winter time

love winter time its on my  signs
LOVE THE SNOW
AND THE PARTY I Go
love winter coats
minds made of goat
skin build in
am thin
i don't mind
cause LOVE
WINTER TIME


Details | Lyric | |

october's pretence

October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking winter takes the season of its sinister drama too far.
Last winter snow fell, a wonder land; people said they had not 
seen snow for forty seven years. The stream is xanthous I think 
of China’s main river where dolphins, not seen for years, swim 
in cloudy water.  What can’t be seen cannot be caught by man.
Dawn, on the track a boar, sniffed the air and grunted; a hairy, 
pig in need of a pair of glasses. I moved and it disappeared into
 the brushwood.  On nature walks I used to take a camera, but
wild animals hate having their photo taken and avoided my 
intrusive lens I was left with taking photos of trees, weeds and 
evergreen bushes. My lazy dreaminess has paid off I have had 
a good life no one ever expected anything glorious of me, and 
left me in peace. If you look for me I will be on a bus trying to 
find the fabulous castle; I once saw when I could see the future.       


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Walk from Cold Winter to Spring

The summer days have gone away
I am unhappy to start a new day
Along with the heat goes the happy times
Its time to do the sentence for my crimes

As I start my journey it looks grim and long
To complete it I'll have to become intelligent and strong
People say this part of my life is just a small thing 
But for me it's a walk from Cold Winter to Spring

As the cold comes theres no place to hide
All the pretty girls have gone inside
No more warm nights, no more green lawns
As the cold demands it, my attention is drawn

As I'm on this cold road of destiny
I keep looking back at the summer times which used to be
As I continue on this lonely path
It seems to take all I have and a half

These Cold Winter nights come day by day
Why have the joys from last season gone away
Seems like I'm going from Jekyll to Hide
All the bad feelings in me found their way outside

As I continue my walk from Cold Winter to Spring
I look at the one who knows everything
I ask God, I say why me?
He says, this is what you need to see

He knows this road isn't pleasant to me
But sends me this way to leave what I am to become what I should be
It's the road of a boy becoming a man
The road to fulfill my life long plan

As the snow piles the road and come on the street lights
A smile comes to my face because I know the Spring coming is bright
Through I didn't choose this path and it really wasn't my thing
I was happy to take this walk from Cold Winter to Spring


Details | Lyric | |

october's pretence

October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking winter takes the season of its sinister drama too far.
Last winter snow fell, a wonder land; people said they had not 
seen snow for forty seven years. The stream is xanthous I think 
of China’s main river where dolphins, not seen for years, swim 
in cloudy water.  What can’t be seen cannot be caught by man.
Dawn, on the track a boar, sniffed the air and grunted; a hairy, 
pig in need of a pair of glasses. I moved and it disappeared into
 the brushwood.  On nature walks I used to take a camera, but
wild animals hate having their photo taken and avoided my 
intrusive lens I was left with taking photos of trees, weeds and 
evergreen bushes. My lazy dreaminess has paid off I have had 
a good life no one ever expected anything glorious of me, and 
left me in peace. If you look for me I will be on a bus trying to 
find the fabulous castle; I once saw when I could see the future.       


Details | Blank verse | |

Sun

The sun-sparkle of this summer has gone
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth

That hot, heady heat seeping through the cracked pavement
Seemed to create the chaos and din

But only the dark mist of winter is left
And somehow it doesn’t seem quite right.

How did I loose my mind you ask?
A different city, a different beat

As the sun shone on that splintered pavement
My heart pushed my head out the way.

Now I am back in the familiar I have to ask who I was
I’m not sure you know, but I hope I never come back.

For now, as the ache of the cold winter sets in
And I am back in that familiar face,

I can only assume the sun was to blame
In that warm, unfamiliar place.


Details | I do not know? | |

Winter

The cool breezes blow in the winter rains that pelt down hard upon the nearly frozen 
grounds.  Gone from sights are the colorful hues of autumn.  The trees stand now bare 
before nature.  As does life that awaits the warmth of spring.  That frozen rain slowly turns to 
snow as it piles upon the inches that fell as ice.  This is no normal winter storm that has us in 
it's grips.  Lights fail as the ice break the lines that bring such to them.  Bit by bit we are 
taken back in time to when life was much simpler than before.  Until then we all wait to see 
how long it takes before there are signs of life again.  For now that old man winter has us in 
his mercy.


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Far Beneath the Bitter Snow

Hidden deep and frozen solid,
A whisper hidden away from all.
A thought, a feeling far below
Far beneath the bitter snow.

The white seems so clean and pure,
Hiding secrets deep within,
Growing deep and deeper below,
Far beneath the winter snow.

Waiting for its time to rise,
A season away from its time,
A blossom growing far below,
Far beneath the winter snow.

Not all blooms make it to spring,
Not all plants live through the cold,
But hope keeps it growing deep below,
Far beneath the winter snow.




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To Everything a Season

She is exposed,
the last of her finery
released by a cold snap,
leaves in a cluster blown
by a winter born breeze
stirring in the shadows

Paying homage, she bows
fairly kneeling before 
the approaching winter solstice, 
and flushed with victory, 
though seemingly defeated, 
begins to weep

For she knows
her restoration lies
in the transient spring 


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the sandals and shorts guy

you know him if you live in a warm climate---
he doesn’t stick out because in a warm climate,
many choose to don shorts & sandals,
sometimes they even go shirtless 
when the heat calls for the stripping of the layers---
and in such places,
he doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb,
because he’s just trying to stay cool 
like everybody else.

however,
in the colder climates,
in areas where the winter chill can now be felt
amidst the passing of autumn
(that wonderful transition whereby people begin to
cover themselves in layers in order to
produce the greatest possible warmth & comfort
throughout the more frigid times of the year),
most people choose to layer-up as opposed to
strip down,
and so in the winter you get to see humans
all bulked up like puffballs
waiting patiently for the cold wind, drastic drop in
temperatures & snow
to pass,
if that is what they desire
(because many people do like the winter).

but there is that guy,
you know him if you’ve been there in a grocery store,
having just walked in through the 25-30 degrees below
zero &
there he is holding his little red basket,
clothed in nothing more than blue shorts, a t-shirt &
flip-flops---
what motivated this man?
is he truly too hot in 20-30 below?
has the icy rain not brought influenza into his life quick enough?
is he trying to get a date in the produce section of a grocery store by being
“that guy,”
who is “unique” enough to be wearing nothing at all in the
frigid winter?

push your shopping cart quicker towards this man
push it faster than you have ever pushed it before
push it,
be it one of those short old-people carts, or just a regular sized one &
hit him in the shins, the knees, the balls,
really anything that will alert him---
for it is clear that he has overestimated his 
worth.


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The Snow Trompers

Hey! THE SNOW THE SNOW...
When all the family is in tow
and can we go out and frolic? No! 
For cold it be and sick we might
so we stay inside, scared with fright.
BUT THEN - an Ava came along
and Smeeshnoy sang her winter song
A bobcat sweet is what he be
and they tugged and tugged and tugged at me.
SO - out we went in our too-small snowsuits
to swallow the world and its winter pursuits.
We left our paw prints front and back
and breathed in the smoke from the wood stove smokestack.
We giggled and smiled 'till our noses were red
and Smeeshnoy was ready for a nice warm bed.
And then IN we came to warm our bones and sweetly sighed...
It's COLD outside...


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The Winter of Life

Life carries us through many changes, some good and some bad
But every change is a chance to grow to realms of spiritual maturity that humanly, 
we could not know
Life takes us through seasons of change-
Through summers, winters and springs.

The Winter of Life can be barren and dry, but God is still yet by our side-
Taking us through the seasons of change and helping us remain strong, able to 
bear the pressure that we may retain a sound mind.

The Winter of Life can be cold and still, frozen it seems by circumstances that 
disguise themselves as unbearably real, making our sight unfocused on the 
claim for victory.

The Winter of Life makes us wonder if we will ever overcome the stillness and 
uncertainty that sometimes short circuits our faith, causing us to linger on in the 
wilderness of despair.

The Winter of Life seems to have no end; just does not want to go away;
But just as sure as you were born and night turns into day, the Winter of Life will 
soon be gone.
And all that is left will be a fleeting memory of what once was-
As you rise above in power to live in summers and springs throughout Eternity.


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To the Winter's Reconcile

Our shoulders touched electric as we walked
through sleet and grey impending winter snow
To reconnect devotion as we talked

it seemed, before I spoke, you seemed to know
There never was another kindred heart
and in my frozen breath I told you so

We hurried through the city streets gone dark
We laughed in nervousness way past our prime
We knew that every ending had a start

and on this winter night was your's and mine
The streets absorbed our words to fallen feuds
and slicked the surface skin up to a shine

We stopped in our reflection to imbue
three cheers for happy endings to unfold
when happiness to most of us eludes

and superficial endings, truth be told,
are often left to rest in winter sleet
and buried in the weight of winter snow.


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Satisfaction in an Afternoon

Just as much as the paper oaks layer 
and fall back on shuffling feet 
to crisp up the air of the grayest of days 
leaving the feeling of winter complete 
this is how much I am yearning for you 
stringing my nights with burnt fire flies 
completing my breathing with thoughts of your own 
blown transient and electrified 
Wrapping this scarf of desire much tighter 
knotting the noose in my stride 
Shuffling my feet without purpose or fire 
miserable winter inside 
Stingy of skin to the chill in the air 
Hear you at every turn 
Paper oaks wanting a reason to blow 
their leaves off this infinite yearn.  


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The Cold Season

The air is clean and crisp and biting cold
So you wrap up warm in clothing’s fold
Sun is shining low in the pale blue sky
Reflected up from where the snow does lie

It crunches softly beneath your boots
Smothering the ground, grass and roots
A soft and gentle blanket across the land
Making this time of year look so grand

The red breasted robin, he hops from tree to tree
You can mark his passage from the scarlet you see
He goes gathering berries, and winter delights
To keep misses robin through cold winter nights

Everything is still in this white wonder land
Like the world has stood still at your command
Sound is suppressed and it travels not far
Like the dull notes from a broken guitar

Most everything sleeps in this season so cold
But still its sights are a joy to behold
Though of green leaves, the branches are free
This white winter land if just beauty to me


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IN A WINTER WOOD

I followed the tracks in the snow
In a Winter wood
Going on a journey
Life is so short, you know
 
A day,
Crisp and clear
I sensed so many people
Near
It is, as if...
They were here...
Too
 
In a Winter wood
I followed tracks in the snow
Until I discovered
They were mine
I followed me...
Destiny
 
Snow began to fall
So gently
I never noticed it at all
Yet people near
Never lost me
 
Tears, frosted white
In a Winter wood
That shone
In ethereal light


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Lines On a Dylan Thomas Winter

The heavy, white powdered legs
of snow-sticky trees arches
the tunnel of street down the 
winding lane of Sunday morning
go-to-meeting church time full
of winter and children and rubber
shells of withered winter apples
used for snowmen's eyes like
asthmatic Shriners dirt-coated in
too-warm winter sun melting,
rolling, packing days of second
childhood smashed like crystal
snowballs in the future
of those green apple eyes.


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Never Go Home (angel of sadness)

On and On I'mma never go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Morning lust is the exchange of labor for cash
Exhaustion wares on me 
Only concerning those of you whom favor my ashes
Cold winter floors
Old secrets that remain tender behind doors
Yes I'm tired, I'm weary
Forever admired, so don't shed a tear for me
Perhaps I just happen to be 
Coasting on the right side of the tide
Arrogance and misery provided cushion for my hide
On and on I don't wanna go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song
Shadows are the reflections in this worlds weary mirror
I'll fade with the dusk
If this dreary picture gets any clearer 
One can only carry the torch for so long
Before these cold winter nights smother their flame
Lay a brother of shame
The mother of a child without her name
Seems I drown myself in days of liquor 
Only to never be drunken
Look to god and ask, can I not even torture myself
Fortune to my left, I simply adore myself
Sometimes we already no the end 
Every life is a story, and ever story is a life lived with sin
On and on I'mma never go home
Just the lovely words of anther sad song


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Missing

The heavy winter draperies
were closed, 
not allowing
any taste of sunshine
in the parlor 
of the house.
She, 
poised at the doorway,
stared into the room
remembering times
of shared conversation
laughs, 
glasses of brandy
as they were sipped by 
the winter fire.
Summer, 
now upon her,
leaves her 
with no hope
as winter claimed her
companionship
with icy fingers.
She closed the door
going about her day
as each day passes
and hopefully
time will make
it easier.
but for now, 
she will
always remember.


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Spring

The snow is melting on the ground and winters chill is past.
The trees are coming back to life!The sky? still overcast!

The animals are stirring from their Winter's tranquil rest,
The birds are hidden-still (poor things) but soon they'll build a nest.

The lakes have lost their frozen caps, (the streams and rivers, too)
And soon I'll look up to the sky and see it's brilliant blue.

And as I step upon the ground with it's coat so very cold,
I stop to ponder on my walk, why Winter should be so bold.

I think about our Spring (now due) and hope its beauty is nigh,
For when our winter sheds it's coat the earth will soon be dry,

For when our winter sheds it's coat it's beauty makes me sigh.