Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go.
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel, just to be kind,
The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.
Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.
And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased,
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.
The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.
Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.
White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart thier thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.
Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.
For the spring fever contest/ ballad
The carcass of my subliminal words echo through smoke filled corridors... it is an intricate dance where the subjective yearning of broken hearts and confused minds labor.
This is the food of the poet, deep emotion transcribed through longing, like the kiss of a long lost lover... feeling her... almost touching her... but she is gone.
So you wake up to sorrow and tend the flames of the candle of your heart, feeling her... but she is a ghost... you pray tomorrow she will come... the inspiration of a lovers heart, yearning to be touched. Dancing back and forth in this mired dungeon, from the window to the wall. Wondering if there are any roses in your garden that you could pluck for her before the seasons wilt young virulent life.
The life of a heart bleeding for seasons long passed when the dreams of champagne lips was the promise of tomorrow's wedding... When you find that you married the broken shards of a schizophrenic mind. That your wife has danced away and all you can do is to curse the wind that whispers of her a thousand miles away.
But maybe tomorrow, when you tend the flames again... the wind carries memories of new beginnings... maybe tomorrow, holding hands with a lover's shy smile... maybe tomorrow, she will let you begin again. We are in love with the seasons and dark winters eventually fade to spring.
The cold weather is breaking its grip on the land,
Tiny bulbs are shooting up and showing their color in the sand.
They look for the heat from the sun to open their leaves,
Just like we do when we roll up our sleeves.
Snow still lingers here and there,
Frost wont give up until the land is bare.
Once spring sets in and the sun gets warm,
You will see young bees gather in their usual swarm.
New buds will appear on the branches of trees,
Soon they will open and show their leaves.
A very bright color ,when the leaves finally open ,
To make the trees look alive as all are hopping.
Light winds are blowing,to help them spread,
As the last dead leave blows off and rest on your head.
Now is the time to pick up broken branches,
That had fallen in winter,and now lost their chances.
Summer is not that far away,
A lot of people wish it could stay.
But its the changing seasons that make this world great,
They even help to put food on our plates.
A long walk in the forest in early spring,
Shows us just what each season brings.
The Lord and his goodness watches over our land,
He shows you His love , when He opens His hands.
I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...
I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?
This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?
I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...
I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried,
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...
Bound is the significance of autumn’s course
Perished in Decembers cold,
And a symbol of its thoughts and deeds
Shall go to they imagined,
But I lay on a bed of polished silk
Staring at an evening star
And hoping for winters passage
Trees ever sway in this calm breeze
Gracing the air of the cool night,
And moonbeams dance to songs that are played
While signs of twilight change,
Cast out a mark from banished light
That shall melt the winter snow
Under the softer rains of spring
Emotions dwell in the fallacy of life,
Like the whisper of a child’s tear,
When a meaning limited to its own intent
Remains in our desire;
Come to see a seed take route
In the quiet of the morning dew
As summer slips away
Oh spring, the fickle things you do
You tease with sunbeams on the face
And when at last we shed our winter coat
You bring a shower, or maybe two...
Oh spring, you are so full or sweet surprise
You bring the blooms budding on the branch
You blow the breeze soft upon our cheek
And bid us hear the lamb that cries...
Oh spring, yours a rainbow ore the hill
A time of lovers glances and sweet romances
And sounds of children's laughter in the air
For us you grow the greening grass, the daffodil...
Oh spring, you we welcome now with open arms
We with winter hearts that long to beat anew
You give us hope and feed our hungry souls
How easily we are subject to your charms...
Spring, stay with us awhile and wash away our winter blues
Until we have gathered strength and bid you a fond adieu..
There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind,
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats
in syncopated symmetry. "Take us, Take us,
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving as deliriously
as a woman beneath her lover, while their stripped-
down stepsister, one on one, spells out stillness
in inelastic nudity. Wind shears through her,
unconstricted by skeletal shapeliness.
Nothing to arrange here by the coiffeur wind
in the pared-down beauty of brittle lace-
work, if lacework be brittle.
One nest rests halfway up on a slender limb,
a single stem supports its phantom occupants,
imagined, their ravenous snapper beaks --
landlocked shark-lings, all minuscule jaws,
learning to prey under their mother's bellies --
inhabiting a denuded nest, awaiting a spring
of speckled eggs, cracking the silent thunder
of shells, to free those of gaping mouths, who
know nothing of being born, just that they
hunger and someone comes they do not name
as mother: She of the dependable providence.
For now, there are no newborns, only
a feather; feather, feather, whether or not,
provenance unknown, caught in a branch
far from origin like us, trapped in our casings
of skin: softness pinioned in lacework of limb;
ragged, if lacework be ragged. Here,
where the sisters have been to the Salon,
come back as frowsy as ever, but groomed
somewhat, from a blow dry and a cut.
A day belongs to you and I
side by side swings the impossible
ways of doubt.
To embrass the true moment
only to quiver to turn back
embaresment to huttle that
touch down goal.
We will embark on tackt as it
shall be conquered to a new
habitate known as the quack
Gone are thoughts of autumn
In December, cold and gray;
For this arctic air was not foretold
When that quiet fall was here;
Still I lay on a bed, cracked and stained
Staring out at an evening star
And waiting for winter’s passage
Derelict remains the mysterious light
While stars still flicker so,
And moonbeams shine to divide the night
From the early signs of dawn,
Feel the warmth in a grain of sand
That lay with winter snow
Under the coming rains of spring
Slowly grows the trees new branch
Around the sap beneath the bow,
To embrace its mystic symmetry
As the willows age;
Mankind is true for the sake of itself
Waiting the return of god
As summer slips away
Silent bore the fallen leaves
In a brilliant color gold,
And the sky did lose its mystery
As the seasons ever change;
For what we hold of our life’s design
Did part and now is gone
From the autumn of our lives
Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!
Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?
Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior!
I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold...
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?
Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012
Autumn's past horizon's
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves
Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season's gone
and lay's to the past it's death
Often my mind has danced
in the corridor's of the earth
where winter's snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth
I've rambled down many roads
and I've sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong
Bridges on the road I've crossed
upon the many paths that man has trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect
It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught
I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips
Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life
there's no question of choosing which
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.
so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,
here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...
into the light of a love letter written to dawn.
soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,
way down deep on the inside,
...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,
flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,
watered and deeply cared for...
I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,
I wish a sun-rise.
We met during winter
He 's a sophisticated jester
A twinkle on that saturday night
A nightingale on my sight
We became lover on spring
Love pours on rain and lightning
Marks on one way road
Shows like continuous chord
We shared love last summer
Under his expensive chandelier
Inside his enchanted place
I 'm like a princess blinded to his face
You leave me this autumn
In pieces and torn
Imprison to the feelings i have
In this pluasible love
No one seems to understand
Why I can’t let you go.
If only it were that easy
And there were things I didn’t know
I’ve looked into my heart
Blessed and broken though it is
I still see you in there
Like a mirror of a wish
Your picture still resides
In the eyes of my mind
Perhaps a fond remembrance
Of someone I’ll never find…
Is there a problem, child?
Why do you cry so soon?
Is there a hidden secret
Laying dark inside your room?
I think I understand
Why you had to leave
But it doesn’t make the pain
Any easier to grieve
Each tick of the clock
Life’s minute passes by
One more song to sing
Another question “why”
Someday seems so far away
When time goes so slow
A melody of soft restraint
Wonders what there is to know…
The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear
Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold
I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”
Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”
Seven hours, comes new year
Hope joy fills the heart not a tear
Hug and kiss someone dear
Don't care, also do not fear
Build new dreams and ambitions
Life from the start is a mission
Love, trust intact, sure no confusion
Let it go in full exhibition
Every year added to life
Reminds the sharp age's knife
Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife
Believe, keep a firm faith in vive...
Another harsh Winter we must face
It Matters not, no one can escape Fate
Not Even The Gods
With Bravery we shall Stand Strong
In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid
Fenrir Will Lay dead
By Dawn's Perch
Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar
It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar
Protector's of Ragnorak
The Army of The Gods
The Lovers of Valhalla
All of Midgard will sing
Of our triumph and their Defeat
Sadly all will come, In a twinkling
To An Utter End
Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor
Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel
Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil
Do us well
Remembrance of our noble deeds
Is all well enough
Sing the Song
We Are The Einherjar
I’ve read in books about something called love
So I liked the sound of the word love
I spelled it in each and every letter, hoped for it every day
Until one night I thought I saw it coming up my way
It opened its arms for me in a shape of a man
I ran to him thought he would understand
He held me tight for some time or some reason
But in a blink of an eye I have found out that the season
Of love for me was over and I
Was pushed away by him beneath the devils eye
So there I was standing alone facing my fate
With such wrong people with faces so fake
At first I saw beauty but then I've found out
That pure selfishness was leading these hopeless crowds
They were nice to me only for some purpose they wanted
And if they faced problems they pushed me to confront it
Just to save themselves from the revenge of time
To their mistakes of their unforgiving crimes
So till now I’ve searched in every human I’ve known
To see some true faces but away I’ve thrown
The hope to find anyone who loves me at all
CAUSE LOVE IS TOO BIG and they are just too small….
Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?
She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.
My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?
Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.
The city swelters
mercury nearing 100 degrees
The crowds are really feeling the hear
Steam rises from the street
As workers with shovels dig out the asphalt
Urban hear is something you remember
The sexy outfits of the young women in the city
Makes life bearable
The endless spectacle that is our metropolis
leads us to believe once again
We walk feeling the rays from
the sun on our heads
The air is thick
As the day wears on
stars appear in the night sky over the city
The air cools
At twilight you decide
how best to survive summer in the metropolis
Stars appear in formations in the sky
Tomorrow is a long way off
He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.
Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.
And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.
Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor
To ease his hammerings.
Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.
He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless
He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--
An unsuccessful leap from bed—
He’d rest a little more.
And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like
His lover’s offering.
Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
delightful prickles of his skin
He found her far beyond his pain--Oh, that smile that could disarm!
In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
created white hot charm.
PRE WHIT E STORIC
Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
From white fear
Stayed in packs
Howled their presence
Violence and terror
Only a summer dream
Around fragile human life.
SEDUCTION OF A MAIDEN Song Lyrics
By Victoria Anderson-Throop
first draft notes penned on the moors of England in May 2006 (call also means visit)
When its morning
all the flowers
I hear larks
in meadows sing
When its autumn
red leaves fall
your last call
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless, Endless is my shame
that last summer
When the roses
were so sweet
I can smell
their fragrant kisses
When my world
was so complete
When your kisses
turned to ice
I remember tears
I learned lovers
pay a price
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless, Endless is my shame
When its morning
all the flowers
how to sing
when it''s morning
All the heartache
of the spring
Love has stolen
my sweet memories
how to sing
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless, Endless is my shame
Whenever you are not here with me,
There is a place I go that makes me feel whole.
It takes away my fears and restores my soul.
This is my Sanctuary, it is filled with flowers to make me think of you.
Seeing the birds sing their songs makes me feel calm and peaceful.
So I go to Sanctuary thinking of you completes my world.
The morning after, the sun is beaming
The world is streaming, with no particular meaning
The wind is blowing, while the boats are flowing
To the beautiful insight, of the flowers cloning
The birds is singing, to the whistleing of the breezing
While this girl heart is cold and freezing
Thinking of some reason, that her mind is in season
While the leaves from the trees is leaving
The rain starts to fall, as she stares in the sky so tall
Seeing the shadows of the raindrops on the wall
More then a woman, but less then she ever can
The sound of the marching band
One thing is certain about summer
It never last forever
Be that it may sometimes be a bummer
You will always remember the weather
The ocean breaths
As you sometimes hear
Through the summer breeze
And the starry nights are clear.
Sweat and games are ever more real
With a summer breeze
It’s the coolness you feel
Which provokes a peace?
For it’s the memories you’ll steal!
In spring the sun shines brightly
after the wind has blown
away the clouds
Bright flowers bloom
Let's take a walk by
A peaceful day
Bright eyed squirrels rush by
Overhead a red robin
is flying home
Ah,the joys of spring!
But now we are nearing winter
a light snowfall signals
the beginning of harsher weather
Winter does have its joys
Holidays - and the beauty of snow
In a temperate climate
One can take joy in the
change of seasons
in the special aspects
of each of the four seasons
From my northern city full of rain...
I came to this splendid island of Capri,
and through the blue eyes of Emily,
that constantly remind me of that southern sky,
I saw the beautiful expression of a true smile,
a smile that drove this man insane!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, "
she said to mer sadly...
trembling and trying not to cry;
and though the April' breeze was so warm,
she shivered...reaching for my hand to hold!
Oh, Emily that wasn't a goodbye!
O island so full of fragrant, pretty roses...
waiting for those passionate lovers:
I must depart from you with sadness,
hoping that tomorrow I will be back!
Oh, sweet darling...oh, lovely Emily:
I won't be gone for long...from you and Capri!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, "
I told her with an emotion, so hurt and deep,
that brought me to tears...until I couldn't breath!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, "
I said aloud as I caressed her face so soft and young,
a face that I would remember in my Neapolitan song!
" Ci vediamo a Capri," I shouted over the calm sea!
" Ci vediamo a Capri," was my promise to Emily!
Dreary rainy days
droplets fall to earth
Grey sky above
on Earth we reach for sustenance
No sunlight to brighten
As the clock continues to
mark the passing hours
We pray that that the sun will
once again appear in the sky
Tomorrow - there is always tomorrow
Our songs have not yet
All been sung
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.