I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all alone here?
Beauty is meant to be adored.
Should give yourself to somebody
Before your petals fall to dust soon, dear.
What if I crushed your petals, I asked
As at these heights, you are quite lonely”..
One of the flowers quickly responded
“I enjoy the shelter of blue skies.
I would be too glad
If you choose to crush my petals
My fragrance will spread everywhere.
Fulfilling the purpose and duty
If destroyed, not admired.
By plucking my petals, remember
You won’t gather my beauty,
Beauty is to see, not to be plucked'.
“O’ lotus, you teach wisdom to man
Praise her beauty, don’t destroy her.
It is the gladdest thing under the sun
Touch a hundred flowers not pick ever”
O’ man, pluck not wayside flower even
It is the traveler’s dowers.
Silently a flower blooms alone
And in silence it falls down
If I am worth many pleasures,
I think I am too few then”.
June 15, 2014
Form : Ode
First Place win in
Contest: My favorite poem by Carol Eastman
Form: Ode (the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode)
Rhyme scheme: ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
Second place winner in
Contest: Ode sponsored by Jared Pickett
This is the English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode.
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
The poem also won the second place in the International Poetry
Contest of 2011 by Poetry Soup.
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he,
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow
Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home,
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse
Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane
That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists
Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.
When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone
Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down
I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste
My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise
For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom
When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit
On sunlit wings
High above the earth,
in the realm of spiritual beings
and cool streams
I live my dreams
I live my emotions
I am but a feather,
beginning to fly
Clouds of purest snow
I passed below
in the blue
You could have it too
Come up if you may
Circles of eagles,
in the blue
You are all with me too
clouds of purest snow
Together we flew
in such golden light
Circles of eagles,
above clouds of purest white
The higher I flew
I met people I lost too
Circles of eagles
High in the light
A spiritual place,
in golden light
Circles of eagles,
Crackle of frost underfoot
This snow covered wood
Where I met you...........
for the first time
Clouds of breathy air,
your cloak of deep blue,
you made me stop and stare
For, among the holly,
we both were looking for the same thing
This cold pale sky,
with no hint of spring
Your first look,
took my breath away
Your shy smile,
The sun shone.........
On that day.......
Woods of evergreen,
dusted with snow
wanting you so
warmed by mine
Your shy glance
How those blue eyes...
This love did flow,
on this walk,
on fresh fallen snow
So white and clear,
surrounded by trees of green
Woods of evergreen,
fresh fallen snow
Where our love can be seen
side by side,
Where I first met you,
on that winters day,
among the holly and snow
You had far to go,
seems so short so
Duke Luke by his bateau
Arrived at his chateau,
Had he travelled through large eau!
His mysterious rendez-vous
with Henry Thoreau
Yielded him a scarlet portmanteau.
Entering his bureau,
he took off his manteau
and opened the portmanteau:
The Snow Man was inside
And though not well could he sing,
Sang he a song of himself:
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening
He met Annabel Lee on a large shelf,
Frightened he was by the raven
And took the road not taken:
Crossed he the mending wall
And hearing the anecdote of the jar
To noble savage Billy Budd an honest fare he paid
Large and far
From spring to fall
Self-reliance: the idea he hath
The American Scholar guided his path;
He slept a long time
In a clean well-lighted place;
One winter he woke up
In a station of the metro:
He fastened his tender buttons
and found a red wheelbarrow;
'No ideas but in things' -
A lovely image this brings!
To his disappointment and sorrow,
He never saw the snows of Kilimanjaro.
Duke Luke in disbelief
Wiped his eyes
And pinched his ears;
The Snow Man disappeared.
Took a look
At his portmanteau
In hopes of seeing something
When the Innocuous snow, unhurriedly descends.
With muted twirls, like the dried leaves dying.
There is a beautiful gloom staring with tinted sense.
A truth of life, so deafeningly notifying.
The flakes of snow fall on the sinister paths
Dazzling us with its radiant white
Cleverly disguised remarkable façade
Making the chameleon proud of evil’s slight
It makes some incessantly slip, trip and blunder.
And snigger while you ashamedly perspire.
You wonder whether it was all of you,
Has it stemmed out of some filthy desire?
Oh what an irony the snow is!
Spotlessly blanch yet decidedly ambiguous
Camouflaged by the thick conceal
The misdeeds of man are outrageous
When the light of the sun shines and dazzles
The bare soul is indeed revealed
Dark as a dungeon rotten away
Clogged brain, locked ears and heart sealed
From the rocking cradle, to the thorny bier.
He portrays the spirit of pretence.
A shady heart and speech so brutally suave
The whiteness of the snow makes sense
A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light
My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold
Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long
I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile
The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun
But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife
Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done
I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you
I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you
And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we
I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves
We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be
in a moment of contented thought - the snow floats down to meet me -
like a small child emerging from a deep nights sleep - i stretch out my hand and
receive a tender kiss - that chills my fingertips and warms my heart -
my hair becomes like frosting on a birthday cake - as tiny, perfect promises of
laughter begin to cover my being -
too delighted with the wintry gift to shake it away - i invite it to stay and play a
while - and as memories of a past childhood come into view - i am infused with new
life and sweet energy - and there is a new found meaning to my day...
as long as the snow floats down to meet me - I will make time - for snow
The snow drifts to the ground
soft as babies breath
talcing the bottom of the farmer field.
The bows of barren maples brace
for the downy white.
Heat held in the asphalt
melts the first dusting,
its ashen countenance blanching, sullen
as the temperature plummets
cranky in the slush.
The snow laces the still air
edging the scrub brush
like baptismal lace on an infants gown.
A cradle cap for the bitter sweet
snow white and rose red.
Shush, the dawn traffic says
mother and child abed
Engines purr warmed and primed for morning.
Scrapers clear glass lens of light snow
the farm awakens.
sometimes the snow falls in sheets of white,
a blanket of excited kisses, playful -
dampening your thoughts
racing your heart
and sometimes, the snow
falling in sheets of white
brings waves of brittle stings, sharp reminders
memories in the ice that bite
sinking your heart, making it cower -
your lips quiver but it's not the cold
not the journey through the snow,
it's hunching your shoulders
bowing your head low
lifting a weighted foot, bringing it crashing down -
the snow bites at your lips
dapples your cheeks with tears
making you close your eyes,
bow your head to your chest, and slave through sinking steps
the last wave comes and falls,
and around your knees, like a rugged embrace
lies yesterday's shower
and as the sun rises
that soft pit of tingling kisses and prickling bites wavers under the needs of a new day
and this caked ground quavers and sunders
flows away, leaving you damp and shivering once again,
so you lift unfettered foot, send it forth onto cleared paths
and march into the warmth of a new day
and the dampness on your clothes is no match
the dampness in your bones just a scratch;
but for the dampness in your chest
the sinking of your heart....
as head holds high and shoulders lift
chest is pumped to the heats caress
so comes the healing of the sun, to mend the damage of your plight.
New fallen snow – winter's first
Over the river and through the woods
Very soon, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving
Everyone anticipates turkey and apple pie
Mom's already baking Christmas cookies
Better make out your Christmas list
Enjoy making winters first snow village
Remember to thank God for all His Blessings
1 September 2011
My soul is longing for Home
Where the wild ducks fly to winter
Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans
Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes
That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks
And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun
A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze
From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies
I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image
A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise
© Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012
Winter is a blast
I take so many pictures
of falling snow flakes
stick out, they are so unique.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
I got a new camera a couple of weeks ago and I am loving the pictures that it takes. I wish I could post the picture that goes along with this write.
Through The Eyes Of A Child
Eyes of the deepest
They look at a world in a fresh way
Seeing snow and rainbows for the first time
She smiles in wonder at everything
Everything age has tarnished
She is so innocent and pure
Full of love and beauty
Everything we forgot as we grew
Should we take the time to look back?
Look at snow as nature’s magic
Should we say ah when we see a rainbow
We could watch in amazement at a cloud
Imagining a bunny floating across the sky
Maybe we should look through her eyes
See what she sees
If only we could see it as a child does
Then the world would be a beautiful place
Twice in my life,
an experience to remember.
At the peak of dawn's light,
on a morning in December.
It's a beautiful thing that came,
straight from heaven's gate.
A holiday to remember,
on the 11th of December.
Everyone is excited,
as the phone begins to ring.
Look outside to see,
the snow that is falling.
An unexpected holiday,
with children out to play.
Memories will never fade,
of that December day.
The snow was steady falling.
The wind continued to blow.
Children's voices calling,
"Come play out in the snow."
So, God sent us a miracle straight from heaven's gate.
Even I went out to catch some falling snowflakes.
outside in the cold.
The thing that touched my heart,
was footprints in the snow.
I’ve seen lightning follow the contour of a hill
Heard the thunder crack and felt the thrill
Seen the rain fall on one side of a street
On the other side I felt the suns warm heat
I’ve sat on a beach where salt and fresh water meet
Where turtles are guarded, protected until breeding’s complete
I’ve seen snow hedge high in a village lane
A snow blower come to ease everyone’s pain
I’ve seen graves carved into mountains of rock
They had been robbed and by that I was shocked
I’ve sat on the beach and watched the sunrise
Seen it go down with bleary tired eyes
I’ve seen Famagusta, where time had stood still
From the sea so blue it gave me a chill
I’ve seen new born lambs frolic in the spring
These I find are a wondrous thing
All this I have been so privileged to see
Maybe not the great wonders but they are to me
By the Seven Wonders of the World I am not intrigued
But by these things my senses are besieged
In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.
Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned.
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.
Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.
Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.
I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.
Snow falling at my feet with friends around,
Snow balls flying at me and hitting sound.
Joyous hymms being sung and love so clear!
Sweet Christmas songs playing for all to hear!
Snowmen being constructed with smiles,
Chills making us go numb, all the while...
Moms make hot chocolate young ones.
What a time Christmas is! The one true peace!
When all true hatred should come to a cease!
One thing can be assured this Christmas year
I'll be filled with joy with friends and family near!
Not everyone is like the rain
Ever-pounding into the concrete with a
Roar sounding through the clouds above
Drenching everything in its path as
A reminder of their abilities
There are those of snow-like characteristics
Gracefully gliding down to whatever
Land the wind so desires to clothe
Nearly silent to the world
Yet impacting just as many
It is the storm that we brave when there is no sight to see.
But that of your beauty that I strive for when I live this life in despair.
It is there my heart soars is where the eagle is.
Way up yonder in the blue skies of heavens grace.
There my soul laids deep in a love of wonders and maze.
That of an angel to which darkens my door steps.
Not with death does she bring but that of my heart she holds there.
It is with love I have lost myself as I search to find again.
But there you shine a light brighter then the moon itself.
As I see a star shine through them cloudy days.
Just knowing you are there and we share the greatest thing of all.
And that is the love of two hearts desire.
That it is there I breathe the air of my breath as my love is that of an undying one.
As you squeeze my heart to which you hold and keeps me pushing for more.
As I find myself loving you more with the words that cut so deeply.
It is there it bleeds for you and the way you care for one.
That it isn't just your beauty I crave but that of your love I so desire to have.
That of an angel with so much love that I have fallen to one knee and prayed.
For God to give my heart with sweet love of devotion and you never to leave my side until
our dyeing day.
For there you have my heart, so be careful not to squeeze too hard.
Because it is fragile and doesn't take much to shatter.
As I can just feel your hands laid upon my chest as every beat it feels you are there.
With great love I send a kiss to you that it may hit you square on the lips.
But with that of a gentle but soft touch it carries a love so true and dear.
For it is there my world is bright and snow lay.
As I have found a snow angel of heaven best but with love and beauty she portrays.
The snow doth fall upon my face
with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6
The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate
The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water
And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway
I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street
Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway
She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice
I call back,"Merry Christmas".
I do not know?
I see snow falling on the ground
I See snow falling all around
I see houses covered in snow
I see Cars Covered in snow
I even see birds with snow on them!
I see a small timber wolf ready to pounce on its prey
I also see the prey about to jump in its hiding spot
Poor timber wolf maybe next time tho
will he get some food
i love winter
the snow so bright
i love the northern lights
It helps me sleep every night
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
Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and sunshine.
She runs in earnest ( can a dog do that ? )
Her tongue is back against her cheek.
Her ears scan and sweep
and swivel around
left and right
listening for something ahead
as she gallops, trots,
at my side.
Sometimes in the dark,
sometimes, just as the sun is coming up,
but always in the morning,
when the smells
of the deer and elk
are still fresh in the grass
and the berry bushes
along the fence.
I love to see her run. I love to hear her run.
I can hear the jangle jangle of her tags and her collar --
her leathery, black ears flapping against her head.
her breathing and sometimes
a snort or puff as her strong, wide paws hit their mark
Nails dig into the ground
little wisps of grass and dirt, flying.
Now, her ears are back over her head and
the leathery tips almost touch
as her back legs push
like a rabbits
working in time
driving her faster.
When the snow is here
her feet beat their rhythm
in the icy white stuff.
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
the first marks in the snow,
and maybe -- the
marks, in line with the truck's tracks,
the next morning.
When she stretches all the way out
in a full run, her tongue is out --
far out of her mouth,
almost lashing against
Her strong back legs
the rounded, hard muscle under the shiny, black coat,
push her along
and I wonder
how all those legs and feet work
as she concentrates on her task
or has her eye
on something ahead
that she has got to get to
Because of Christmas Day.........
When the December comes
When the white snow cover our lands
My heart is filled with joy
because this is the month for Christmas
When the carols are being sung
When the Christmas trees are brighten the house
When the stockings are overflowing under the tree
When everyone's face is glowing to open the gifts
My heart is filled with joy
When the cities are decorated with lights
When the snow flakes are softly falling on my head
When my family dance and walk around streets
When our friends visit our home for dinner
My heart is filled with joy
This blessed Christmas joy within our hearts
and celebrate throughout the world
to observe the birth of Christ
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
I do not know?
Listen!...Hear the howling icy wind
Old man with white hair and beard
You with water, melted snow trickling
Down your side coursing to the lake
How high are you? Reaching the heavens
Such a strong tower, protector of game
People can run to you strong Rock
Clouds boil over your white hair and beard
Possible new snow will come from above
Coating your hair and beard with new white
That provides the stream with water come spring
Stream that forms the cool, clear water of that River
I could wish to see down but I choose to see up.
I step to the well to take a drink from life’s cup.
All I leave behind become the pieces I discard,
Life becomes easier where once it was hard.
The sun filters through some gray clouds in the sky.
Snowflakes drift downward from a place way up high.
They blanket the ground making it fresh and new,
I see only my tracks as I start to walk through.
I gaze upon a bird looking for food on the ground,
I stand and watch quietly, without making a sound.
It takes it's beak and brushes the snow aside,
Below the surface is where the food does hide.
At first the bird finds nothing but simply doesn’t give in.
The snow is like a haystack the bidd looking for a pin.
As the bird keeps digging it finally starts to sing,
The clock on the bell tower begins to ring.
It is almost like the bell says it’s time to eat.
the bird doesn't give up and knows not of defeat.
As I watch this process I think there is this I learn
To get what you need, you seek out what you yearn.
Suddenly a squirrel comes and joins in at the feast.
The bird looks at him funny like some sort of beast.
There seems some commotion and the bird flies away.
It seems that the squirrel sent the bird on its way.
It seems rather simple yet there is a lesson inside.
There still remains food uinder the surface it hides.
It took a little work but it was always buried below,
Dig past the surface and the treasure will show.
I start to feel cold so I turn back for home.
I follow my tracks the same way I shall roam.
I get back inside where it is cozy and warm,
I find some shelter and flee from the storm.
Flying the recently of fell
snow in apiece
A crazy sigh seemly without
So easily flying–so enjoying
Puller by wind
And come hell or high water
From the roofs or trees
And while the wind stopped
A clear an empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come-back
The winter around
In sort or strongly strike—
Again, flying the snow
Apiece, without of course—
Again flying the snow potted
Fill over streets—over roofs
Over the trees…
And may be snow-less indeed
The way is clear and not encumbered.
No shoving with my feet and labored,
I walk and smell no roses.
I feel my life instead of death.
The sky is blues and sunny.
The clouds are white and far away.
The snow is absent around about me.
I sense the absence of the snow.
It must be what Heaven will be.
No snow or ice or death.
I will kiss you all someday.
When I am there.