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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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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.  


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New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…


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 | Ballad | |

LET FRIGID WINTER COME

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


Details | Rhyme | |

THE FIRST GIFT

The First Gift

There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How Love was revealed to all.

Into the world that was full of strife 
God told Mary that she would give life
To a boy-child, and become Joseph’s wife 
And not to be afraid, at all.	

In order to keep the law of the land, 
They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand. 
To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand
But there were no rooms for them all. 

The inn keeper said, ‘I’ve no rooms inside
But out here there’s a stable; around the side,
So in you all come, it’s dry and wide.
They all trooped inside, one and all.

The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw.
Joseph spread their blankets over the floor
He put hay in the manger, and then saw 
Mary give birth in the stall.

He went to her side and beheld the sight.
In wonder he helped her through the long winter night.
They placed the babe snug and tight
In the manger; He slept through it all.

The first to hear were watchers of sheep 
Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep,
Staying awake, they did not sleep, 
Until the sun appeared over all.

While they sat in the fields all through that night,
The light from a bright star gave them a fright,
Until the messenger came within sight, 
And pointed the way to the stall. 

This brightest star shone across every nation;
It showed the way on this special occasion,
For three wise of men, who with elation, 
Followed this star to the stall. 

First shepherds, then kings entered the door
Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw, 
Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw;
God’s brightest star; born for all.

Each offered their gifts to the one who would give
His life, so we might know how to live.
When we do wrong, with love He’ll forgive,
So we can forgive one and all.

At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven, 
There’s love received with each gift that is given,
Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon,
To remind us God’s love, shines for all.

The words set to rhyme and rearranged,
This story throughout time, unchanged.
Just as God's love has never changed,
It is here and now for all. 

written by Wordancer


Details | Lyric | |

In My Dreams

In my dreams

I’m still in my dreams
Walking along the streams
The way looks so dangerous
Its stories were so famous
But I’m still in my dreams

I don’t know where I’m going
Just know going to be ruined
I have not control on my mind
Summer is not so fine
But I’m still in my dreams

I saw a shadow looks terrible
Structure is not so visible
I make my steps towards shadow
My feet going to be swallow
But I’m still in my dreams



Weather becomes cool
Shadow is making me fool
I am a little afraid
I think my life has been paid
But I’m still in my dreams

I see a dead body
Where was nobody
This I’m not ready to face
I have to get out of this place
But I’m still in my dreams


By: Allishba Khalid


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 | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Welcoming Winter

Winter weather comes in starkness; but human spirit adds its blaze.
Flickering embers spark the fire; sending fragrance everywhere.
Stockings hung beneath the mantle, burning wood, eyes in a daze.
Glad hearts singing, holiday ringing, shoppers rushing here and there,
The stint of winter man has entered, real loves viable affair.

Wind-songs float on gentle breezes; melodies traverse freezing land.
Gifts of love become infectious as people demonstrate their care.
Thoughtful folks seek out the needy in hopes to lend a helping hand.
Life's refreshments cheering the season, love and giving fills the air.
Lights adorn the darkest nights, uplifting souls with holiday fair.

Seeking God's mantle, conferred to men, aids calmness, oh, times fast pace.
Devoted service freely given, teaches souls a peaceful love.
As the season welcoming winter, earth takes on a brand new face.
Likewise men look up to God finding renewed calmness from above.
Slower paces, cold days know, warms while hearts escape life's push and shove. 

Lively feasts and celebrations change into nature's winter show.
Squirrels with acorns tucked in tree trunks, snuggle, snowflakes falling down.
Deer sleep in the crinkling cover; temperatures plummet very low.
All is well upon the earth, when daylight brings sunlit warmth around.
Fallen leaves decorate the earth with reds and yellows turning brown.

So it is that life does cycle interwoven with social themes.
Man and nature on one planet, sharing the great gifts God has made.
Distracted at times, mundane actions, yet reminded, so it seems.
That with great wisdom God created every season's next cascade.
Frozen waters fight the springtime when winter's beauty is waylaid. 

© November 8, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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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 | Prose Poetry | |

The Golden Fertility of the Harvest

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes 

He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility 
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes 
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly 
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)  
 
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow  
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin  
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show 
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him 
 
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage 
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor 
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses  
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core 

He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons  
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself  
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze  
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell


Details | I do not know? | |

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)


Details | Free verse | |

Memories Made

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Without Magic

Christmas without any magic,
Would be the darkest of days,
There wouldn’t be any presents,
Without the wonder of Santa’s ways,
The lights in the eyes of the children,
Would become as dull as the light-less tree,
Now standing outside in the garden,
And not in the house as should be,
There would be no cards on the mantle,
No messages from family and friends,
No reason to think of our loved ones,
Or for our faults make amends.

And without the greatest miracle,
Of our own dear Saviours birth,
There would be no hope for all mankind,
No peace for men on Earth,
No non-deserved forgiveness,
For the many times we fail,
And no happily ever after,
At the end of our life’s long tale.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Only my steps

Like a little white chapel in the distant night                                                                with the light of the moon casting blue shadows                                                              A sanctuary on a hill so peaceful silent pure and white                                                       In the sky shining like a rainbow ring on an ivory pillow                                                 below me flows as it were a sea of white uncapped billows               				                                                                                                                    As I slowly walk the isle of this graceful dale                                                                 The snow draping everthing serene                                                                             like a long pure wedding veil                                                                                          so still is the windless night as I stroll between                                                              the tall yet humbled white evergreens  								                                                                                                                    A blessful scene saving for my own foot steps                                                               Wonderful witness of God's creative majesty                                                                 the whole of the land seems at perfect rest                                                                  Above and below such are moments of tranquility                                                        with the last step I receive a kiss of the wintery


Details | Light Poetry | |

Peaceful

Hardly any human soul can be found outside,
only lonely footsteps on the ground this time.
The cold has fallen down
upon the sleepy snuggled town.
From the quiet sky
snowflakes are waving hi.
Serenity has come at last,
not asking about anyone's past.
It is just the joy of the white night,
it is just the peace of the houses' lights.


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 | Terza Rima | |

PERCEIVING KINDNESS

More days await underneath the solar's resplendant sheen,
dishevelled hair battered by michevious whirlwinds;
and slowly approaching my bright chapel, I promise to commit no sins.



Lilies and daisies are held by a cautious hand which has known love,
she accepts them and gently kisses me on these unspeakable lips;
what need is there to whisper anything, if looks can replace all words?



We carefully plan the adventurous years with happy moments,
sitting on the shining marble steps of a medieval church shaded by pines;
and who is listening to our secrets, if not the hesitating and intrusive swallows?



November departs in a hurry, to permit the gelid winter take over the scenery,
leaves detaching from the melancholic trees, the robins shaking off the light frost;
this is their home, shouldn't winter show solace...be kind and not impart the worst?



I stretch my tiepid arms, to embrace all trees and creatures, like saints in their niches;
and yet they're too small to save them all, to protect them in the safest place of the heart.
and give them the warmest feeling...when the harsh winds will bring those frightful blizzards.



By the ice-covered pond, where pretty ducks glided on soft waves lured by a steady breeze,
I breath hard, letting all the ice melt and allow them to swim so elegantly and so free;
they are my eternal friends, more than humans are...they perceive kindness and return it.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Bejewelled Winter

 
God's frozen nature,
Trees standing or fallen,
Touched by a wand of ice,
Spruce and pine,
Glimmering like a 
storybook kingdom,
Standing tall aloof and still,
Snow and ice covering
God's kingdom,
Danger everywhere,
Viewing winter through 
a multi-dimensional window,
Humans bowing out to a conspiracy 
of the supernatural.
God's bejewelled kingdom,
The warmth at home, 
Friendliness and comfort,
Blessings of the Lord.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Snow Angel

Snow Angel in white,
She can never fly,
She can only lay,
still like a squished bug,
paralyzed being.

She's bewildered,
Then why exist?
She longs to make
a difference.

Aha! Prayer
can affect
eternity.

Angel
Prays.

Joy.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Spring

Warmth is in the air,
My winter blues are lifted without a care,
The birds are chirping,
Telling each other stories with flare,
Spring is coming!
The World is like a flower blossoming anew,
Sing, Jump, Laugh, feel Renewed
Celebrate the rebirth of spring
And the wonders it brings.

God is alive, painting with vivid hues
Sky so white, daffodils so yellow, crocuses, violet and blue
Smell and feel the earth, dark, rich and new.
The smells wafting o’er us with blossoms, barbecues
and flower scents coming through

Kids are jumping for joy,
Skipping along for they finally can play with all their toys,
Ride their bikes,
Climb the trees to its’great heights
People flinging off winter wear
Transformation, bounce in the step
and a perpetual smile is everywhere.

REJOICE!

 


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 | Free verse | |

A Mad Gypsying On

i wonder if those cackling coyotes

hiking the surrounding fields sound

anything like Hell, well, i sure hope not.

Hell would be a terrible place to be.

 

still, i feel and fill with remorse.

it’s the middle of November and

it’s ruthless Ohio with her revenge.

with the love of fall beneath her

and the sparkling of frost in her hair,

beginning in the morning under a

fingernail clipped moon and too

far away stars and few headlights,

ohio offers her lullaby here, now.

 

scraggly pups made of fur and bone,

calloused paws to a calloused ground,

tough like old brick and new cement

and an icy pitch bark that bites back.

 

people are being pulled from these

pages that used to keep me wide awake

but now only keep me sad and conscience

in the too broad daylight in clean clothes

reading things too keep me soul sick,

to correlate with groggy afternoon insanity

that is not like tonight’s cold but like a

burning city, with me, standing—waiting

at the pier with the commotion of some

kind of humanity bleeding from the parks,

avenues, alleys, clubs, bars, and markets

but i only see the smoke and hear the clamor.

 

the rest is made up i suppose,

and my heart in the other senses.

 

but it is too true for those

coyotes in that cold and

i dare not let them in.


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

making It great in 2008 (part 23): come before winter

It's been a good year and now Autumn has passed
and Paul, a servant leader of Christ had given his last
winter is on the horizon and Paul's season was about to end
so he wrote a letter to Timothy and mentioned all of his friends
Paul had come to realize that time waits for no one
he understood that his time on earth was about to be done
come before winter he wrote to his fellow Christians
come before winter so I may see you all again

he had fought the good fight, he had finished the course and stayed true to his faith
he had came through all his trials and tribulations with God's saving grace
it was his final season and in the spirit he had lived
he testified about the goodness of God and the cause to which he did give

when you walk in the spirit, when you're in step with Christ
you'll be more aware of the seasons and the purpose of your life
Paul was most perceptive of his imminent departure from this world
so he penned a letter to his dear fiends from the confines of his prison cell
to Timothy, to Luke and to Mark he wrote these words
to tell them about spiritual warfare and the lessons he had learned
he cautioned them to stay diligent on the Christian battlefield
and to come before winter as his time was about to yield

It was a few good friends that he most wanted to see
fellow brothers and sisters in Christ true disciples of Christianity
it was a few good friends whom had always given him support
and always had his back in whatever spiritual battle he had fought
he also named some people who at one time had did him a wrong
and said that God would repay them for their actions before long

come before winter, come before it's too late
to fight the good fight and possess a true faith
come before winter and please don't hesitate
just stay the course by making it great in 20008


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I Am Nothing, Leaning towards a Thing

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﷯﷯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 | Rhyme | |

A Death in the City

Through the blue and frosty heavens 
Far-off stars were shining bright; 
Glistening lamps throughout the City 
Almost matched their gleaming light; 
While the winter snow as lying, 
And the winter winds were sighing, 
Long ago, one frozen night. 

In one house was dim and darkened; 
Gloom and sickness and despair, 
Dwelling in the gilded chamber, 
Creeping up the marble stair, 
Even stilled the voice of mourning - 
For a child lay dying there. 

Silken curtains fell around him, 
Velvet carpets hushed the tread, 
Many costly toys were lying, 
All unheeded by his bed; 
And his tangled golden ringlets 
Were on downy pillows spread. 

The skill of that mighty City 
To save one little life was vain - 
One little thread from being broken, 
One fatal word from being spoken; 
Nay, his very mother's pain, 
And the mighty love within her, 
Could not give him health again. 

So she knelt there, still, beside him, 
She alone with strength to smile, 
Promising that he should suffer 
No more in a little while, 
Murmuring tender song and story 
Weary hours to beguile. 

So came an angel, slowly rising, 
Spread his wings, and through the air 
Bore the child and, while he held him, 
To his heart with loving care, 
Placed a branch of crimson roses 
Tenderly beside him there. 

While, with tender love, the angel, 
Leaving o'er the little nest, 
In his arms the sick child folding, 
Laid him gently on his breast. 
Sobs and wailings told the mother 
That her darling was at rest. 

In the churchyard of that City 
Rose a tomb of marble rare, 
Decked, as soon as Spring awakened, 
With her buds and blossoms fair - 
And a humble grave beside it, - 
No one knew who rested there. 
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Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Winter of our lives

In the winter of our lives, as we are lain to our final rest
We rest with generations from long ago
As time goes on and it comes to the day
That Christ returns, we will rise up to meet Him
With generations of past, meeting those of present
What a glorious day that will be!

Can you imagine? The skies filled with His glory …
The earth witnessing His majestic power …
As angels … and the children of God, 
Sing in loud jubilation ... loud jubilation!
Of Christ Jesus’ return.
All of heaven sings out His name!

I fear not the winter season of my life
With great anticipation of the joy to come
I long for that day, to see His face …
To stand in His presence … to reign with Him
FOREVER in my Father’s house!
Until that time arrives, I live my life for Him!
Today and always until my time of rest.