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Details | Free verse | |

Winter Proposal

With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.

Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.

My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.

Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.

We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.

The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.

Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.

Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.

I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.

Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and  starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.

Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.


Details | Free verse | |

So Soft

                         So Soft

Serene and silent the head caresses pillow
Landing soft and slowly with a sigh
Quiet sounds of silken quilt
In covered warmth
Receives the fragile woman worn of age
Contentment on her face
As she finds comfort and companion with relief 
In design and form beneath
As she slips between the sheets
A slower moving body
In the cozy bedroom for some tranquil sleep
Outside, snowflakes count down the hours  
Blanketing the relaxed house near heaven
In penetrating peace
Mounting are the flowing mounds of white 
Building moments upon other open moments
Smiles take the woman on a cloud
To drift as well
Composed and calm
Upon her pillow down

             8/21/14 Seasonal Bliss poetry contest


Details | Concrete | |

Garden Of Flowers

 Garden Of Flowers

Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn violet?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you set like the summer sun?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn pink?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you shower like the spring rain?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn yellow?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you fall like the autumn leaves?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn purple?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you freeze over with the winter breeze?

As the roses looked up
As the roses looked down
As the roses looked right 
As the roses looked left

They spoke with a gentle tongue, like a thousand whisper “As the seasons turn, so shall we. We’ll move with the wind, and stop with the thin air. Well be heated by the summer sun and frozen with the winter breeze”. 
So, said the roses from the garden of flowers.


Details | Limerick | |

From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Song

Whilst sitting at her piano,
A tune it just came out,
It was so full of sadness,
We all had so much doubt.

Lydia was her name,
She was on the way to fame,
Her music was a special gift,
And gave us such a lift.

The townsfolk they all gathered around,
To greet this girl they'd found,
And she became an idol,
In this little country town.

One day whilst they were walking,
The lane was deep in snow,
The townsfolk came across this girl,
It's the way she wanted to go.

So now when they hear a piano,
Their thoughts all turn to her,
And so this Somber Story,
Still causes their heart to stir.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
 
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Scene - Haiku

     Winter Scene - Haiku

pine needles hold snow
ice, like broken glass, cracks roads 
winter sweeps it clean


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Snow Flake And Leaf Adventure - Haiku

  Snow Flake And Leaf Adventure - Haiku

Snow flake lands on leaf
Both fall to river raging
Spin past rocks, dizzy


Details | Free verse | |

God's Winter Stage

Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered  trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


Details | Blank verse | |

Story teller


Story teller

Attentively was heard a story of climbing
Wearing hat and goggles hero of climbing
Nose was facing cold snowy puff of once breath
Was leader to motivate to group men in front of all


A hope of destination wide and far
Full of spirit and trust upon Aha
Death is measurable if died from falling
Who cares fear surrounding when started rounding


Care and luck both works highly 
Precaution of discipline generates incline safely
Many have landed experiencing bliss of heaven
So gentle and steady affair was ahead thriving


Completion was near acquiring target
Gladness was boiling in step of success
The moment appeared reached man solitary first
The most enthusiasm pushed other colleagues all.


(15/ 08/ 2014).
  
 


Details | Free verse | |

Snow Flake And Mountain

            Snow Flake And Mountain

A snow flake came down, in turns, in twists, in blizzard company
Never lands, captured in an updraft, lifts up with other plans
A mountain positioned for a collision with the flake
Seemed tall enough to follow the movement of the thing
Aging in good time, conversant in snow and what it takes 
Also knowledgeable in smaller matters, practicing due diligence
Waited, as mountains are apt to do, in these conditions
To receive the snow form with all its molecules
Take it to a final resting place along the lower face
Crystal flake continued though, on a sojourn to the sun
Still clinging to the upward draft
Not knowing what the sun might do to it
The snow floated, transforming into water
It drew closer to the warmth, to the point of vapor
But in a miracle of ice and cold, it fell or floated down
It drifted back to earth and hugged the mountain
Thanked it for a friendly wind and place to get some shade 
Snow flake gathered whiteness on this little break
Came back to proper form
From the crystal core    
And went on floating ever down for ever more
It would never reach the bottom
The mountain saw to that
It kept the snow flake by its side above the tundra line
Near a full grown pine tree whistling through the needles
Singing sweet lullabies of winter and storms gone by
Snow crystal glides in cozy circles about the pine
     


Details | Light Poetry | |

No New Colors

With no new colors
Pure as driven snow
White water
Washes my deserted
cuts clean
Same as before
Same as it ever was
Cue the exit music
For the family
branches 
Are wilting again


Details | Ballad | |

Virgin men and the snow Queen

Virgin man and his snow Queens, with the marriage made
in never never never land, with her ladys in Red awaiting
for  the last dance, all line up for kiss of dead, waiting all
in a row white icly cold is there hear, pure as the first
snow, like a powder of delight, the kiss you never forget
a wedding without a licenses, know one understands
and you live your life for just one more kiss that thats
you to paradise, and you roll the dice just one more
time to be with the snow queen just one more time
just one more time the marriage make in the white
white pure snow.


Details | Free verse | |

Cart wheeling Crystals

They brush the glass, barely noticed
Scraping silence from the pane
As more begin to dust the sill

Blustering chaotic sequences
White on white, cart-wheeling crystals
Frozen free fall
Gathering on the wind, in violent whiteout

As a fire stares back 
From beyond the hearth
A sentinel of warmth 

Against an army of snow


Details | Free verse | |

Eskimo Dream

            Eskimo Dream

Eskimos know 68 shades of snow
They count every flake
Green blue ones fill children with delight
Parents frozen like the dim light of day
Wait with edges of a knife for prey
They dare not move during the hunt for food
Faces etched like leather on fierce weather
In calmer times they sing
Pound igloos into shape before the pending storm
Mukluks on their children’s feet are old and worn
But keeps them warm on moonless nights  
Against all odds for life
They hold together chanting on the wind
Stretching across all time and land
Singing about their past and colder weather
And yes, about the color white
Sentry huskies sway left to right in fear
And think of caribou 
Soon the ice will cover everything
Settled in the deep
The people sleep
And dream of whale bones by the glacier sea