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Stardust Artist

Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth. 

A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees. 
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.

For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.

Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.

James Nichols 12/29/12


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SNOW SNOW SNOW

SNOW,SNOW,SNOW"

I'm stuck in the house again.
Blowing snow that freezes skin.

Burning wood to stay warm.
Covered with snow in the next morn.

Thank God we were ready when it came.
The storm of the century will never been the same.

Everything is white and covered with snow.
When we get out of the yard we don't know.

So hope we're not stuck for very long.
Hopeing my faith stays strong.
                     Teresa Skyles
The storm of the century here in Oklahoma.


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Winter Fun

Outside so cold
Let Winters story unfold

The lake now ice
A fire out back, so nice

As the blizzard sets in
A snowball fight will separate the boys from the men

A snowman emerges from hard work
A little boy knocks it over, what a jerk

A snow day for school
All the kids think it's cool

Shovel the snow from the porch
The intense cold can scorch

Go back inside
From the cold, run and hide


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WINTER'S BLANKET


Winter is the last and the coolest season of the year
Where people love to play with snow everywhere

Wearing jackets, mittens, socks, and boots
Walking on winter’s blanket on the roads

Love to see the snowflakes cascading from the sky
Like tiny bits of diamond that caress my face so dry

Feels good to watch the snow and its beauty
Showing elegance that I close my eyes peacefully

Relax, feel the world full of whiteness on the ground
Breathtaking scenery that happiness I finally found



November 18, 2012
For SKAT's "Rhyming Poem" Contest
5th Place Winner



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Searching for Summer

Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town

I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found

My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach

The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass

Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree

Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose

I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel

My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked

I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day

A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face

Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013







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A Bouquet For All Seasons

Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall And what would be November without the hardy Mum Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb And finally in December with shiny leaves of green Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen


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Early Spring

*A Collaboration

The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood 
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.

While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky, 
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by. 

It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
 
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees, 
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees. 
 
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom, 
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb. 
 
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees 
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!

The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun, 
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.


*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)


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Dark Woods JH

I’d started walking hours ago,
Content with strolling in the snow.
The woods fell dark and, lost, I found
The eeriness of snow white  ground.
And then I heard a fearsome howl;
I felt a presence, heard a growl.
I didn’t know which way to turn,
And what was there, I daren’t learn.
I ran and heard the heavy feet
Of something wild, not nice to meet.
I tripped and fell and cried in fear,
I smelt its breath, knew death was near…



I love the creepy way snow glows in ther dark






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The Anti Snow Dance

Shake it, shake it!
Feel the rhythm, don't quit ;

Enjoy a warm coconut breeze,
There is no way you can freeze;

Visualize the ocean waves
You can have what you crave;

Dance all day, dance all night 
Keep your eyes shut tight;

No no it's not gonna snow,
We melt it with our inner glow


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Winter's Blanket

The snow is falling, the harsh wind blowing 
The fire is burning, peacefulness growing.

Peering out at the swirling flakes of snow
Winters blanket is falling tonight we know

Nose pressed against the cold clean glass
The drifts building and covering the grass.

Windows mist as warmth meets cold
Snuggling in, waiting for you to hold

The blanket of snow rises flake by flake
A world quilted in snow for when we awake.

Warm and comfortable as the north wind blew
The only blanket I need to cover me- is you.

Wrapped in your arms, held safe and tight
Keeping me warm throughout the night.

Praying the world’s snow blanket grows deep
So you can stay warm in my arms in sleep.

© 14/11/2012 ~GG~

Competition Entry: Winter's Blanket


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Darkness Sleeps

Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps

By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012


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Feet painting

Gazing at the pristine snow
Thinking what a painting I could do

Can paint a portrait with a smile
Or an athlete running a mile

Maybe a single petal as it flutters
Or a country window complete with shutters

But wait another artist is here
Hopping gently without fear

He makes a circle of fine feet
Looking inwards aren’t they sweet

He flies away his picture complete
Tiny footprints made by tiny feet

It was the robin making the snow his own
Looking for crumbs of cake I had thrown

For all the hungry birds too eat
It didn’t  matter what size the  feet.

What picture on the snow did he adorn?
Was a great picture of a crown or thorns


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A Lover's Night

Sparkle sparkle flakes in flight.
Sparkle sparkle crests in white.
Snowflakes falling blowing bright.
Side to side in squalls pressed tight.

Cooling winds from upward gusts.
Frosted ice falls down in thrusts.
Foreheads cold in clammy rusts.
Frozen stiff 'till something busts.

Banks weighed down like heavy flour.
Snowflake pieces charged with power.
Hills and valleys waves that tower.
Simple curves much like a flower.

Dim and hazy light of moon.
Yellow mustard simply strewn.
Calm and quiet for a tune.
A lover's night to make us swoon.


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Paradise

Miles and miles I walked

In search of the holy one

Who made you and me

But could be seen by none

 

With a disappointed heart and fragile attempts

I lost my hope, I gave up my hunts

Consoling my disturbed soul, I looked up at the sky

Watching the snow balls roam and cry

 

The serenity of the night from the grace of Adam

Comes across Eve and the garden of Eden

I was gawking down at the flowers smiling

The moon's bright white light shining

On the most beautiful, eternal place

 

I stared at the lady bugs on the green grass blades

It could be seen everywhere, the beauty he has made

Squirrels digging deep and their tails broom the ground

And butterfly wings in a merry-go-round

 

And then it burst , upon me the truth so pure

To my incomplete spirit, the heavenly cure

For all the legends and myths I blocked

Every temple-church gates I knocked

 

Beneath every horizon, in the very pages of books

And in every desert and every snow hooks

The secret was there, simple and sweet

 

Oh! I sigh with regret

Why in my life couldn't I get?

 

Now in my coffin do I realize

That in me was my Lord, and the earth was my paradise


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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


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The Hawk

      The hawk flies high upon the sky his dinner there to seek.
      His home the woods along the river- now subdivisions complete.
      But he’s not down because he’s found more places yet to dwell. 
      Just look around and you will find a feast that’s sweet- I tell.
      Upon a tree in our back yard he stands- much patience he bestows.
      Look around, the food abounds, of this he greatly knows.
      His nest is near, and all is clear that hunting is sublime.
      Rabbits and quail, doves and mice, plus starlings he yells are mine.
      In this area of much to choose, the clime is just so right
      Snow does not quell his daily hunt or his fearless flight.
      Streetlights are fine to view his space, to observe so neat.
      When winter comes he will not run. He does not know retreat.
      For snow and cold he holds no fear, forever on the prowl.
      His eyes are sharp. He flies high, knowing there’s plenty of fowl. 
      He circles the trees gliding high, to descend on what he sees.
      He knows his strength is in surprise, but proudly sits some trees.
      He zooms in like a bombardier to birds I daily feed.
      Now he occasionally finds a squirrel upon to take his need.
      My little birdies I do love. I hate to see them scatter.
      Pretty soon I do believe my window they will shatter.
      The hawk is gold and brown to red, majestic is his stance.
      He’d better get the squirrels and leave my birds, or we still may dance.
      They are part of the circle of life, and endangered yet may be.
      So I will put my slingshot down and not scare them away, you see.
      Instead I’ll watch Darwin’s Dance to see who wins the treat.
      Already the doves get up before dawn- my birdseed so smart to eat.
      It’s quieter then, no hawks in view, they eat peacefully what they see.
      The hawks are fast, but little birds do know to hide among the trees.
      My little birds’ jump from branch to branch- the hawks are slower here.
      And when the hawk does come about, the others quickly disappear.
      But do not count him down and out. The hawk is king you see.
      Though he still loses from time to time, he’s adapted and still is free.
      And like the smaller little birds, he gets enough to eat.
      I’m sure he’ll be here years to come. He is tough to beat.

      CSEastman 9-30-2011


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Missing Snow

My nephew Eddie has never seen snow,
lives in Florida where snowflakes rarely show.

His two older sisters flew north for a visit,
remembering Maryland's sharp winter blizzards.

We love it down south, they both proclaimed,
but we miss the snow, that's why we came.

On the very last night before sailing back south,
frosty wind showed up and opened his mouth,

blew in a  snowy blast that settled all around.
By moon-glow that night the girls could be found,

building a fat friend out on the front lawn,
with a round smiling face to greet the new dawn.


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DEATH OF THE SNOW HEAPS

DEATH   OF   THE   SNOW   HEAPS


Like full-bodied youngsters they ruled the street
For a while - rude, unchallenged strength sweet;
Their short life  -    immaculate seeming. 
Hard heartless shells  -   cold, gleaming.


Now skin shrinks  to a nothing-life-span,
Revealing cigarette ends,  rusty beer can,
Chewing gum,  mud-and-dirt:  a  midden  -
Lifetime-accumulated  and  temporarily  hidden.


Now,  shrunk and cracked like old men’s skin
As they lie  and die dissolute  and thin,
They will soon be forgotten by all talk
As they bleed water  across the sidewalk.


Their pile of dirty secrets will  soon  be
Exposed in the sun for all to  see. 
The spotless snow  was a  perfect concealer.
Death the leveller is also death the revealer.


……………………………………


NOTE

City snow heaps in the streets,  lasting from November to March,  become 
filled with hidden trash, which is  only exposed when the heaps melt  in spring.


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MINUS SEVEN IN DUBLIN

MINUS    SEVEN    IN    DUBLIN

One christmas I spent the holidays  in Ireland.
It snowed that christmas, unusual  for  them; and
Going  back to airport,  Dublin was in chaos:  you know -
Roads blocked with six inches of snow,
Cars abandoned, jams everywhere.  Uproar for days.
We were  stopped by the cops.  In panic he says,
For God’s sake get off the road, it’s seven below!
I said ok.   He left.   Then  I   continued to go
To the airport -  I  had to get home to Calgary
For mum and dad’s  silver anniversary.
Airport was open but in siege mentality
In case the “extreme”  snow caused a fatality.
All was chaos, doom, despair, worry.
Ten hours later  we landed  at  Calgary:
No panic, streets clean, police dozing, city aglow  -
With deep  snow  and  thirty-five below.


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Dewsbury Moor

The snow fell in Dewsbury Moor overnight,
They woke up at lunch to a horrible sight,
The snow had flowed through the broken gates,
And roads were blocked all across the estates,
The giros had still not arrived after ten,
So wailing was general within the crack den.
The bin bags piled up to the lower window,
Obscured by the grime-defying, beautyfying snow.
The wind whistled through the boarded up seams,
Of windows and roused men from opiate dreams,
While weary-eyed women with mascara'd tears,
Tend to their children, three in four years.
But the memories stay as the snow melts away,
How beautiful Dewsbury Moor looked today!


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What does it for me contest

Open my senses and pour into me 
all of the things that cause me to feel ecstasy
Summer nights that are filled with torrential rain
Watching a horse run while waving its long mane
A thunderstorm that echoes through the distant land
The piano playing something new and deliciously grand
A magnificent sunset on an open field
The crisp fall air in November that makes my soul yield
Gloomy days that I like to hide inside
An extended car drive with no destination in which to arrive
Colorful leaves dancing in the wind while on a long hilly hike
Open Dirt roads with a newly painted bike
Boat rides that go far out to sea
Fresh waves that crash against me
Mornings after a heavy snow 
When no one has touched it and the snow still has its glow
The smell of a person’s clothes that I like or love
When I am having a bad day and I turn and see a white dove.

By: Sabina Nicole
contest: what turns me on


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Winter Moments

Watching the snow falling outside,
  Through the white drifts a lone deer glides.
Under the grove of laden trees, she stops,
   Stretches her neck, for leaves to crop.
Someone spooks her and off she goes,
   Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.

A lone chickadee lands on my deck,
   From the seeds there, she starts to peck.
If not for God's creatures, some great, some small,
   I would not appreciate this winter weather at all.
As inconvenient as this winter snow can be
   It still has it's beautiful moments for all to see.





*it's snowing like mad today, so my visitors this afternoon took
some of the annoyance out of it.


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WELCOMING WINTER

WELCOMING    WINTER


In  mid-winter we will be wed:
Oh, that  the cool whiteness could be sped !
How my heart waits  for her cool embrace
And the feel  of  snow flakes  on my face,
Running warm through her frosted trees,
Watching the river’s fastness  slow to freeze,
And the warmth that follows a ski-run,
And the snowshoe races full of fun.
Waiting  so long   is  a weary   task,
Till  I’m  crumping her white damask 
Into  pearl-grey  hollows ,
And  shaping   shallow billows.
Then our hands touch in warmth and we know
There’s only a few weeks to go :
A  smile from each  diamond encrusted branch
Shows   my  face all   a-blanch.
As my love walks close by  me in a   hush  
My heart overflows at her  special blush.
On  sunlit silver  snow  no  cold-eyed tear.
Oh my  heart  yearns for  wintry  land soon  this year !


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perhaps the snow will

come with me feeling free on my red sled
maybe we can revisit life and free ourselves from this dead bed

perhaps we could rekindle a flame long since faded
by letting the magic of the snow free us from feeling selflessly gated


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Hang In There No Matter What




People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray. 
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day. 
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad. 
So many things and situations make me in fact mad. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too. 

The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill. 
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too. 
So many people believe they're very smart. 
Some rise early and some make a late start. 
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart. 
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry. 
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try. 
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 

You want all your problems and mistakes to go away. 
You wish you have more time in your hands to play. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too. 
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say. 
I worry about my future as you make about your way. 
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you. 
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


January,09,2009 


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The First Snow Fell {The First Noel}

The first snow fell all angelic and white
We built us a fort full of snowballs to fight

The mailman rounded the corner much to his surprise
Two big fat snowballs dotted both of his eyes

The policeman was summoned all dressed up in blue
We got scared and decided we should just snowball him too

His face was beat red as he filed his report
Stomping all our snowballs and tearing down our fort

Then he led us back home had us each by the ear
Where up on the porch sat uncle Joe with a beer

The policeman told Uncle Joe he would lock us away
Uncle Joe stepped off the porch and made night of his day

Now here we sit in juvy and uncle Joe he is in jail
I reckon I’ll write Santa ask if he can post our bail

Or maybe send his reindeer to crash right through the roof
So we could fly up out of here, upon the golden hoof

If another snow falls all angelic and white
I’ll build me a snowman but l won't snowball fight


I can't seem to bring the contest up so I hope
I did this right. This carol is done to the beat 
of "The First Noel"


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Red Snow

Black trails in moonlight
red in the day,
wounded in winter
and wasting away.

dragging your weight
against all odds in squalls
of violent snow storms
you challenge it all.

red snow betrays you 
to predators'  eyes
in secret they plan for 
your early demise.

The hawk and the eagle,
the wolf and the man,
all seek your death
but you must take a stand.

Life is a force and 
it will be preserved
this surely isn't the end
you deserved.

Ask the Great Spirit 
to take you in hand
to bless you and keep you
from creature and man.

May He lift you up 
in an aura of light,
to look down in wonder
at red snow tonight.