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Details | Haibun | |

Past reflections and New Beginnings

her brimming eyes.. shreds of a happy picture in the icy lake Each gust of the bone chilling wind, blows in fresh despair. Though seemingly brutal has a new lesson albeit a bit harsh, to teach, a new message to deliver. The lonely lady in a dark trench coat with frozen tears in her sea green eyes, casts her eyes on the bare fanged limbs of skeletal trees around. Through all the bleakness she feels a glimmer of hope shine as a silver lining in this cycle of nature. Pondering over the human tendency to scratch up old wounds to keep them afresh and hold those daggers of the aching past, locking and unlocking them in the recesses of heart, to keep renewing the hurt. The flora around has shed the burdens of yester years, eagerly awaiting the blooms of a fresh spring. Clearly, it is the time to let go. To look forward to the bright horizons of the morrow, to cherish the first sprout of life rejuvenated. Let Go. Hope. one last look.. the frigid waters ripple her past reflections Haibun Yesha Shah


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Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


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First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – 
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets, 
As they whispers what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren 
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed 
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries
 
Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; 
They chuckle, laugh and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to fresh blue sky, 
This all appeared in the first winter snow
 
This, I am sure and still are


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And Then It Was Winter

And Then It Was Winter

Time has a way of moving
So quickly that you’re caught unaware
The future seems far in the future
Then all at once it’s right there
It seems like only yesterday
I was among the young
Just married with a young child
Our lives had just begun
Yet now it seems eons ago
The years just came and went
I glimpse of how it used to be
How my hopes and dreams were spent
But here it is – it’s winter
The winter of my life
Somehow it got here way too fast
My memories are rife
I remember seeing old folks
Thinking that was years away
I didn’t have to think of it
That is until today
So here it is – my winter
And I can see the change
I’m older and I’m slower
And the young now seem so strange
I find taking a shower
Is a target for the day
A nap is not a treat I take
It’s my mandatory way
I advance into this season
Unprepared for aches and pains
The loss of strength and memory
A walker and some canes
Regrets? Sure there are things I’ve done
And things I didn’t do
But I’ve lived a happy lifetime
Regrets?  There are so few
If you’re not yet in your winter
Please do take some advice
It’ll be here quicker than you think
Time does not suffice
Whatever you’d like to accomplish
In your life time – do it now
Don’t put it off till later
For laters pass somehow
And you haven’t got a promice
That you’ll live to see all seasons
Life sometimes is fleeting
Comes and goes without the reasons
Live for today – say all the things
You want loved ones now to hear
Tell them to live their life in full
For their winter may be near

My spring was fun and full of life
My summer days were thinner
My fall was fat and happy
And then it was my winter

March 2013


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I hope

I'm 51 today.
51 tomorrow, yay
Was 51 yesterday.
52 is months away,
And yes I'm thankful.
Although it's not my real birthday,
It kinda is in a certain way.
I'm still alive another day.
I had the notion to celebrate.
And be thankful.
Though it's not a holiday. 
Thanksgiving has come and gone away,
I'm just alive today.
For that I'm thankful.
Honestly, I am not just trying to make these lines rhyme,
Or reflect upon the deep sublime.
I'm just grateful today to be alive.
I mean really thankful.
I'm not trying to wow you with philosophy,
Or impress you with theology.
It matters not at all to me.
I just feel thankful.
So tonight I take a walk outside,
I look up into the endless sky and then I breathe.
I breathe in deep,
And I say thank you.
And maybe not just to Who you think, 
Man let's throw in the kitchen sink,
And include all who've touched my life, to whom I'm thankful.
Some of you I'm glad you're gone,
Frankly you stayed a bit too long
And some you the grave stole far too soon,
And yet I'm still thankful.
Today the living and the dead
You've both been right up inside my head, 
And synergized this verbal thread.
For that I'm thankful.
I close my eyes and think of Tim, named David right there toward the end. 
I always smile when I think of him,
And now I listen
I heard a siren going by,
I wonder who and wonder why,
Was it a wreck, did someone die?
Yet still I listen.
Neighbors dogs are going wild.
Was that the laughter of a child.
Seems like I can hear for miles.
Still I listen.
I hear the hi-way roar of cars.
Tho I have never heard the stars
Is there really life on Mars?
Shhh brain please shut up and listen!
The soft night whispers in my ears.
Pressing through my random fears,
I stand amazed at what I hear.
And now I wonder.
I open up my eyes and see as I feel this winter breeze
The silhouette of leafless trees.
I stand in wonder
Then I wonder about the first man to ever be,
Or the first time he looked up to see
The Milky Way the galaxies.
Did he wonder?
I wonder what he did
How he loved how he lived.
If he ever lost a friend?
Man oh man I wonder.
Was he the first to dig a grave?
How it sounded if he prayed?
How he fought?
How he played?
If that man could see us all today,
What would he say I wonder?
In ways was he a lot like me?
Did he sometimes fear what he could not see?
Did he create unseen walls 
Of unbelief?
I stand and wonder.
Did he ever hurt the ones he loved?
Did life convince him not to trust?
I wonder.
My great grandfather lived
My DNA is shared with him.
I wonder how we are the same,
And I don't even know his name.
Still I wonder.
Will my great grand kids know my name?
Will it even matter who's to say?
Will they look up in wonder?
Will they listen?
Will they be thankful?
Not much I can leave to them
That would matter too much in the end.
I suppose the primal hope in man
Is the hope I hope lives on in them
I hope they wonder. About the universe.
I hope they listen. To life's unspoken verse.
I hope they're thankful. Even in midst of deepest hurts. 
I hope they're thankful.
I hope they listen.
I hope they wonder.
And no matter what life hands them,
I hope they hope.


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Winter Rose

        Beneath my mantle of pure white snow
	        I lay, a perfect rose
      My cloak of snow protects my beauty, 
        	My life and my essence 
	      As winter rages above me, 
    I am safe and warm, from my cloak of snow
	         I am preserved
         I will emerge into the sunlight
           Through the melting snow
    I will emerge into the warm moist dew
      The warm sunlight dries my petals
              My petals are perfect
	        My color is brilliant
          My stem is taught and straight
          My essence long and lingering
              I am a beauty of nature
    I am a symbol of love, beauty and caring
	       I am the Winter Rose


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Ode | |

Fun-Frosted Memories

Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled 
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford

Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime

-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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Ride The Wind

Written February 24, 2012


One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home


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The Wontry Winter of Why

In this hope 
Where nobody survives

In this place
Where babies wither 
And die

All I ever wanted  to know
All I ever wondered
About

Disappeared upon your kiss
That last illusion
In 
The Wontry Winter of 
Why

Fever spreads
Takes another 
Victim

And the castle 
Can't protect you

Can’t
Stop the slide

The race never 
Ends

A futile search for
Infinity

In places that
Eat you 
Alive

Pass the salt
Place it inside
The wound

Try to 
Smile

While your blood burns
Blisters
Within its
Tortured 
Tomb

Now 

Ask the question

Where did it go?

Ask the question

A million times

And 
You
Will 
Never
Know

In this poem
Where thoughts melt
Before they 
Concretize

In this life
Where true meaning
Is rarely 
Realized

All I ever wanted  to know
All I ever wondered
About

Disappeared upon your kiss
That last illusion
In 
The Wontry Winter of 
Why


Details | Sonnet | |

Hope Of Renewal

As the last rose petal falls swiftly down
The last of the great roses of summer
What a great summer that was lived_you known
Rose had much character an affirmer

Fall approaches with sure desolation
Only bare branches with prickly thorns left
Mocking Bird nest with nesting cessation
Protected by the Rose as in a  cleft

Used up_bare waiting for winter's cold breath
Not knowing what this winter chill will bring
As the petals flood onto the ground_death
Hope awaits but winter comes with its sting

Will the sap rise again coursing through vine
Revitalization __ one  bud sure sign


Details | Free verse | |

Rainy Days

The revelations of winter pass now,
the captured moments of vertical strife,
the stanchion of paper white birch forests
rigid on the black scratch board of rocky hillock
soon, these markers of winter will be hidden.
The milky froth of frozen ground water with its
watery tresses falling in a downward slashes 
passing over grey granite cliffs will disappear. 
Brave bits green will spring,
rising succulent and sucking, hungry 
as the red tipped maples tonguing the foggy air.
Winter weaned from the austerity of fast.
The still white tombstones marking the hill
will be hidden behind verdant forests of poplar,
beech, maple and rampant evergreen.
Each structural element, each under pinning
pining for the cloak of spring,
craving an end to the cracked and chapped existence,
longing for the robin’s song, and the worm’s rise.
Dreaming of golden dandelions 
as the rain tinkles down.   



Details | Free verse | |

A Great Day

The seaweed gathered on the shore
tangled in the stones with broken shells
and pieces of glass, polished smooth.
A crab, waiting for the tide, scampered
to a safe corner of a small pool to hide
and peeked to see if I was moving on.
I carefully stepped from stone to stone;
a young boy hopped quickly by
and I thought of those…less cautious days,
as I planned the six more steps
that lead to the safety of the sand;
where, in the summer, blankets and towels
cover the beach like an eclectic quilt.
There, smiling, I recalled those times years ago
when the hectic busy days of midsummer here
made winter fly with anticipation, but,
on this October morn, I find peace in this near solitude,
and as a retreating wave washes sand
from beneath my feet, I’m glad for all of life.
Those days of Led Zep and the Doors
to these of jazz, blues, and Sinatra.
Mostly though, I'm glad for this day, the greatest of all,
as tomorrow and the next will be.
I skipped a stone into the surf
and turned to walk toward the sea wall.
Perhaps I’ll come again tomorrow
before winter makes me wait till spring.


March 2, 2013


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Winter

House stands in mock defiance
of blustery winds that blow,
ice crystals pelting windowpanes,
precede the winter snow.

Barren limbs stretch to sky,
frost hardened furrowed fields
await the winter season,
anxious for spring yields.

Landscapes agonize for change,
snow flurries soon appear,
covering white dear Mother Earth
at closing of each year.

Rosy cheeked with numbing lips,
we bundle 'gainst the cold,
frozen ponds bid winter games
that never shall grow old.

Nestled 'neath Granny's quilts
while fireplace crackles warm,
tranquil peace now settles
thru' winter wind and storm.


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Newness Of Spring

Chirup, Chirupup is now gone away 
For the Cricket now sleeps in the deep woods
Deep down under a bed of dry decaying leaves
Awaiting the spring's warmth to call__ come

Out across the now no-fence pasture
Lies a giant pan of Rice Krispies cookies
White on tan the dead crispt grass made so by the cold hoary frost
Chilled so that it groans from the cold penetrating deep within the ground

The whole earth awaits that warm sun who takes his time
Slowly slipping back closer up, up, up to the Northern Hemisphere
Will spring come to renew or will those deep woods remain dark and deep
Inviting all eyes to see inside the open venerable vault of clearing

Those dark deep woods encourage exploring
To clear away all the tangled briars, dead barren ideas that need purging
Open clear up those winter woods for new growth of spring
New ideas on which to encourage the grow of the poetic mind 

Been in winter long enough in that cold barren woods
Trapped in the cold lingering by the fire of hearth's contentment
Now is the time to escape_be fresh new
Spring _bring on the novel





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Cold Season

Cold Season…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But it doesn’t know where to begin

I watch the leaves as they’re falling
Changing colors I watch them twist and turn
Turning to the ground, I’m gazing back into the sky
To feel the frost; just as fire, burn…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
To me it seems the clouds are falling
And I’m wondering where I fit in

I see life through a picture window
Unpainted glass covering the expanse of the frame
My unobstructed view of the trees bending in the wind
Wondering if the view will ever change
Or if it will ever be the same again…

I feel the winter calling
The cold season blowing on the wind
I want to send my spirit soaring
But frozen, it doesn’t know where to begin…


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The Freezing Point

A chunk of ice fell off a car
As I was walking past.
With temps around the freezing point,
I guess it couldn’t last.

I must have been there when the weather
Inched to thirty-three;
In Fahrenheit, the freezing stops
At that exact degree.

And so that fender filled with ice
Had no choice but to melt.
When Nature is the dealer, well,
You take the hand you’re dealt.

The melting is the easy part to see,
‘Cause just one drip
Announces to the world that Winter’s
Lessening its grip.

What I’d like to observe instead’s
That moment, so precise,
When water leaves its liquid state
And reappears as ice.

We take for granted things like that
For science tells us why;
But there’s a little magic
We’d discover if we try.


Details | Quatrain | |

That Christmas Eve



On that Christmas eve I walked out alone
Passing sleeping fields glistening with snow
A lovely pristine carpet unmarked by man
In the midnight sky a mystic moon aglow 

Here the quiet was deep and full of nature's joy
No man made sound , only the night bird's call
The scent of evergreen's on a gentle breeze
I walked until the snow began to gently fall

Reluctantly I turned my feet toward home
The city streets decked with garland and light
To face the madness of Christmas morning
But to recall this, and yes that other, silent night





Details | I do not know? | |

Homo Sapiens

"I stabbed a faggot 
in the knees", he whispered.

I wanted him
for bait

To catch some
bigger faggots,
from a pile of

Growing stubble heads
and high-heeled masculinity

They twist,
so I unhook them
to sea [see].


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Woods

The winter wood are stark and empty
Open for all to see_deep
Deep into the soul
Undergrowth devoid of green_no blossoms seen
Wonderful time to explore for can't be taken by surprise

There is something about the winter woods that appeals_
Appeals to the human eye
It calls come tramp deep_discover about life

There are squirrel nests hidden high(in summer)
Along with misteltoe_now seen

One can see the squirrels play intelligent they are
Not eating the misteloe

Oh! how the winter woods stark and naked stand
Wanting to tell all that they understand

Come winter says come sit upon a rock, stump or knoll
Wait, watch, listen, learn, 
As you go along in life, winter woods draws
Draws from its soul to mature the very being of the young


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It's what I do

It’s what I do

There’s something about these early morns
They make me want to write
Each day My heart feels so brand new
That it be my delight
To sit here putting words to paper
As they well up from my soul
Which clears me up. And cleans me out
And make each moment whole

I don’t know really, why I do it
I guess it’s what I do
But I can tell you one and all
It makes me feel brand new
To put this stuff down on a sheet
And know I’ve done it well
Though whether good, or mediocre
I really cannot tell.

I know that I’ll be doing this
Until my dying day
Each morning for so many years
I’ve woke up in this way
‘I’ll write some poems for my wife
That’s what I love to do
And then I’ll watch the dawn come in
Then I’ll write a poem or two

And I’ll write about most anything
I don’t care what it is
I’ll write of love, I’ll write of death
I can only tell you this
Each word that wanders from my pen
Is as true as it can be
It be the way one sees the world
As it comes filtered through me.

30 June 3013 : 0508hrs.


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All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


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cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


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The Winter of My Discontent

The gelid wind is a knife, ice to bone
As Demeter decries Persephone's moan
I too shed a tear, crystalline nature
In the pallid winter of my discontent.

Downy flakes fly in my woods, this glacier
melts slowly, apart from everyone ashore
I die a little more each day I bore
Holes, In this winter of my discontent.

No ode to my urn shall abide tragedy
Created in frolic architecture, majesty
Denied grace in art, I cry a little more
In the frigid winter of my discontent.


Details | Pantoum | |

The Orphans

Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans
Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding

Wagon sits in barn yard needing mending
Since father died none takes charge of farm
Summer showers, rake hay for winter feeding
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm

Since father died none takes charge of farm
Hay rake left in the field to use between
Five children left orphaned no one sends alarm
Weeds grow around, under the fence that leans



(My mother's mother was left a widow with five children ages 12 years to 6 months.  Mother's 
father 
was bitten by a rabid dog.  The doctor sent for medicine to treat the illness and gave him the 
meds.  The doctor told him that he needed to rest stay out of the heat but he felt that he had 
to 
move the saw mill to another location so that they could start work and this was a fatal 
mistake.)


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Daze

As I gaze out upon the open sea
I am but bombarded with strife
for everything I touch dissolves away
I crash repeatedly on the ocean floor
surrounded by deafening beauty
The calmness almost evades my senses
as I am rushed and pushed upon the rocks
baffled by the omnious outlook of what is
and was a season of hatred known as my life
I am but doomed to drown in my own abyss
symbolic second only to the insurmountable
climb ahead of me
it would take an ocean to wash away my sins
and an ocean to cleanse me through
but as I pray for winter to approach
I finally realize winter has come early
for this is my winter daze.


Details | Free verse | |

35

White flakes float from 
the white sky

and dogs are rough
housing with the kids.

I remember when Dad
confronted the neighbors

after their son had
bloodied my iced nose.

He was white with anger
and I was cold.

As I walk down the 
street to the store

the neighborhood kids 
are at it again,

living in the snow, 
building snow houses.

I remember how the cold
didn't affect my young bones,

but now I'm old, and I
am making dinner tonight.


Details | I do not know? | |

Shivering Lunatics

Sink into the wide expanse of your suffering,
and, allow the white waste of winter wholly inside;
embrace this bleak blankness as a sole offering,
exist within emptiness with perceptions thrown wide.

Measures of such misery are but managed means
to knowledge that awaits past any given end;
endure the seeming infinite alabaster scenes
to discover strength that dread dormancy can lend.

Give yourself over to ev'ry iv'ry-hued sight,
accept chilling saintliness bestowed to your senses,
such sacrifice may deliver redemptive light,
affinity for gazing through frigid fences.

Create your own vow to recall all which you see,
so from your gathered, frozen moments, you will bring,
like a shivering lunatic's pale prophecy,
word that Winter will pass with the promise of Spring


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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 | Free verse | |

Older

After the rain, the sun
on grass and lane,
delivering faceward
aromas that could belong
only to summer.

Sometimes, in later months,
we would pretend December’s rain
was July’s as we gazed
through steam-beaded glass,
the crackling fire behind us,
saying little, hardly need of words.

We would imagine we smelled the grass,
anointed with the gentle summer spray,
its beneficent caress,
so light of touch,
like a lover’s fingertips
brushing cherished flesh.

The crackling fire before us now,
we sit, say little, so few words to say,
each recalling how, long ago,
we could turn winter into summer.


Details | Free verse | |

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

MIRROR , MIRROR TALE

 Zealot tundra wonder  --Decked in blues of summer sky
   You never flee the cold
          But rally boldly on---
Taunt the Valiant Golden Hawk
    Whose daunting wings yearn for the sun 
        In 
    Blackest days of December

    Winter Tundra Bird
       persists
 daring frost kissed beauty
    Roving with the Ravens
         Magnificent indigo flourish
             Against Alaska White

  Jay Bird on a bender....
       Strutting the fjord.
           Blue brilliance
 Pearl kissed Head
      Cocked in splendor
        Starlit eyes   
 Flashing miracles of Mysteries

 Forward
    flitting
      to a beat hop beat
                      Cadence
 Unheard by human ears

Daring his spark of life to linger
        cold ignored
 Beat hop beat Beat
     At a time

  Swiftly shifts in
    Cruel winds grace
   a
     jay-hop
   at a time .

    Eager nimble Eager
    Searching
 For seeds of spring
  Beat hop beat
       Each
 Snow step hop Step
                      Woos closer
 His Lover’s dance of spring
      Promise of delight
        Brightens brilliant
               Snow
               Eyes

  Fresh flakes Flutter
   Fresh-snow blink Flutter
                    Blink once
     Blink-twice again
 Silhouette against winter white
  Flawless.
         Bold .

    Without a doubt--
           Blue flame of sky
                You
               dare the crouching fox
                  with every
                 blue- brash
                      hop

                   Arctic
                Cowboy
                  Sass

      Dawn breaks enchanting
          Sun-dogs circle
     Through Bare Black Trees
         Sun shrieks
             her
          Icy Claws
     to touch your Jay
       Bird head
   Beauty finds a voice
 Songs of splendor spin round the world
  on wings of venturing ravens and roving sparrows
        magnified multiplied 
       Shimmer Sun Shimmer  Sapphire Blue Shine

       Spin  Around the World

                    in Persia
   Roving Arctic swallows trill Jay praise  
  Raven Tributes rave of Arctic’s lovely creature
   proclaim him  the Prince of Beauty  Undenied

                        Jealous
    Sovereign Beauty now dethroned
             The foolish
 Prince of Peacocks
      Quakes with Rage 
       despite his 
     Heights of Glory

    Perched on a golden fence
    The Spiteful Splendid Creature
           Tumbles
       Screeching
             to his death
of
             Dirt



Details | Quatrain | |

The big picture will show

I think of my writing putting thoughts to a page.
Lately they free me and release my soul from a cage.
I hope that all the changes can continue to be.
For it uproots my perspectives and the way I see.

I start to feel sorrow when I visit the past.
As I hope that these words won’t be the last.
Time flies by me, sometimes too fast.
I step from the shadows that yesterday casts.

Many times I feel my words are misunderstood.
I’d change them around if I thought I that I could.
I never meant any harm, I seek to do good.
The ground is shifting where I once stood.

The sun returned after days of rain
The sunlight erases all of my pain.
I dream of summer when the days were long.
But winter is upon me and the light is gone.

I seem to find strength and just move on.
I’m tired of hearing that same sad song.
I just try to put one foot before the other
Find a shelter where I can take cover.

The winter wind howls yet it’s warm inside.
Change does arrive with the coming tide.
The waves crash down removing the sand.
As time slip by, the time is at hand.

I don’t know the future or where this path leads,
I never get what I want yet find what I need.
I don’t know the answer but don’t have to know,
When it’s time for me to see the big picture will show.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Hut

A soft blowing breeze lifted her sun bleached hair
The sea crashes on the jagged rocks below her perch
Her eyes, the gray shade of a distant floating cloud
She turns on bare feet and cautiously moves away

A seagull sails in the updraft at the cliff’s edge
The small trail snakes upward to a winter meadow
Her mind wanders as she knowingly climbs the path
She pictures the smiling eyes of the Moon Goddess

A rebirth of the God will come with winter winds
The snowy grass baths her feet as she tops the cliff
Her hands brush high weeds as she returns to the hut
She enters by sliding behind a thick tanned hide

A fire burns within the comfortable warm home
The flames lick a clay caldron simmering sweet scents
Her hand lifting a burning stick at fire’s edge
She moves toward the small altar with lighted wand

A shell of ground incense and two candles are lighted
The cup of spring water and fresh herbs are offered
Her soft knees bend as she kneels before the altar
She calls the Goddess and God to her safe circle

Oh, Goddess and God
Please open my eyes
To the secret magic
Of Nature

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008


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 | Lyric | |

october's pretence

October’s Pretence. 
Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will 
pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, 
when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest
 thinking winter takes the season of its sinister drama too far.
Last winter snow fell, a wonder land; people said they had not 
seen snow for forty seven years. The stream is xanthous I think 
of China’s main river where dolphins, not seen for years, swim 
in cloudy water.  What can’t be seen cannot be caught by man.
Dawn, on the track a boar, sniffed the air and grunted; a hairy, 
pig in need of a pair of glasses. I moved and it disappeared into
 the brushwood.  On nature walks I used to take a camera, but
wild animals hate having their photo taken and avoided my 
intrusive lens I was left with taking photos of trees, weeds and 
evergreen bushes. My lazy dreaminess has paid off I have had 
a good life no one ever expected anything glorious of me, and 
left me in peace. If you look for me I will be on a bus trying to 
find the fabulous castle; I once saw when I could see the future.       


Details | Rhyme | |

Mr Winter

Mr. Winterful

Winter flakes fall ever so lightly
Blanketing the land ever so slightly.

Showering hypnotic flakes as I drive 
around.
Entrancing sleep as they gingerly float 
down.

Each flake different in size and in shape.
A winter wonderland of a white landscape.

Walking in town the snow flakes melt 
upon my lips.
The winter wind grows colder as the 
temperature dips. 

People clutch at their coats as winter 
winds thrash.
As the snow and the wind swirl into a wild 
mishmash.

Darkness falls upon~ the white covered 
showcase.
Drifts of snow shift and blow all over the 
place.

I snuggle under my blankets and feel 
toasty warm.
As Mr. Winter continues on to fall free-
form.


Details | Ballad | |

WHERE DO ALL THE BIRDS GO?

Where do all the birds go? 
Autumn brings rain 
The birds............ 
Gone again 
Before the winter snow 

Where do the birds go? 
Leaving me......... 
All alone.......... 
With a leafless tree 
Birds, flown 
Yet, not me 

Where did all the birds go? 
Quiet flurry of snow........ 
They gave no sign......... 
They didn't show...... 

To follow a sun...... 
The birds....... 
The Autumn rain........ 
Here again.......... 
The birds... 
gone.......... 
One by one 

Where do all the birds go? 
I do not know 
I have no wings, 
to follow........ 
I sit and wait for Spring 
The return of sound........ 
From the air 
Feathered things found........ 
I missed them so 

I do not have wings, 
to take me to the sun 
They left me.......... 
One by one 
My heart no longer sings 
I must wait.......... 
Until winter is done, 
and spring has begun 


Details | Verse | |

a summer of dreams

all those things that we remember
walks in the rain and jumping puddles
laying on the beach under star-lit nights
that summer made of dreams
now the leaves drop from the trees
as upon us winter creeps
the years fly and time passes by

all of the plans we made
a future of blue sky and gold
that fades as it grows cold
extinguished like the candles glow
where did the hopes all go
that summer made of dreams
the leaves dropping from the trees
and winter is starting to creep
the years fly and love passes by


Details | Light Poetry | |

The snow

The snow

He sits alone under tree
Watching the boats in the sea
He wants to open a new life
But he just can’t find the key

He looks at pictures
Of other countries so far away
He Lives in an island
But wish to touch snow one day

She tends to her herds
In the African continent
Some one told her a story once
Of a place that he went

It was about America 
 The winter and how it was cold
And she always wishes to touch snow
Ever since she was a little girl

The simple things we have
Will mean so much in some one’s world
If we really look around us
The is so much beauty to unfold

The couple stock up on items
Blizzards is coming today
Buys a bag of snow salt 
And scattered on the driveway

The snow was so much
 Outside every one shoveling away
They said wish we lived on an island
Don’t want to see snow another day

Lady waits at the bus stop
Freezing from head to toes
She wants to move to Trinidad
And never buy another winter cloths

Everyone wish for something
 But not all can come true
Some wish is impossible
But still green eyes I wish for you

But if we don’t wish 
 Then our lives will be stagnant
And in our mines
Depression will ran rampant


 So people  will keep on wishing
As long as the sky are blue
Some wish for snow
Green eyes I wish for you




Details | Free verse | |

Winter Rose

I planted a winter rose , and cultivated the symbol of love. For these roses are 
purely just,
 for these roses are more than any I suppose.
 My winter rose is but summer filled.
 with moonlit walks and passion thrills.
 For I am partial to song and dance.
 Clearly guided by cherubs bringing romance.
 For rose is my color and song, and rose is my lovers thong. Wrapping her in 
thorns so sweet, 
pricking her toes and binding her feet.
 Rose was and is the flower of love,
 blooming bright in its splendor.
 what else can I ask for?


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.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHERE DO ALL THE BIRDS GO?

Where do all the birds go? 
Autumn brings rain 
The birds............ 
Gone again 
Before the winter snow 

Where do the birds go? 
Leaving me......... 
All alone.......... 
With a leafless tree 
Birds, flown 
Yet, not me 

Where did all the birds go? 
Quiet flurry of snow........ 
They gave no sign......... 
They didn't show...... 

To follow a sun...... 
The birds....... 
The Autumn rain........ 
Here again.......... 
The birds... 
gone.......... 
One by one 

Where do all the birds go? 
I do not know 
I have no wings, 
to follow........ 
I sit and wait for Spring 
The return of sound........ 
From the air 
Feathered things found........ 
I missed them so 

I do not have wings, 
to take me to the sun 
They left me.......... 
One by one 
My heart no longer sings 
I must wait.......... 
Until winter is done, 
and spring has begun 


Details | I do not know? | |

Winter Man

The winter never gave me a second chance
Her icy, cold hands lead me in a dance
My heart overcome by a sudden pain
I woke up from the dream and never slept again

The radio began to play her every song
It threatened me to run before I knew what was wrong
My life was overturned by this pretty bee
The poison in my veins is still becoming me

Ignorance is fleeting and so is death
I chose what to see and when to catch my breath
A power in its own; the delivery
The hatred that I bare won’t overpower me

The winter like a rose of decisive fear
To clutch it draws my blood but its beauty’s clear
The winter at the end of every street
To look back once again will only bring the heat

The winter in the midst of a man of hate
His icy, cold grip remembers it’s too late
The winter ever dancing within his eyes
The aura of his loss subsides when he dies


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring

The snow is melting on the ground and winters chill is past.
The trees are coming back to life!The sky? still overcast!

The animals are stirring from their Winter's tranquil rest,
The birds are hidden-still (poor things) but soon they'll build a nest.

The lakes have lost their frozen caps, (the streams and rivers, too)
And soon I'll look up to the sky and see it's brilliant blue.

And as I step upon the ground with it's coat so very cold,
I stop to ponder on my walk, why Winter should be so bold.

I think about our Spring (now due) and hope its beauty is nigh,
For when our winter sheds it's coat the earth will soon be dry,

For when our winter sheds it's coat it's beauty makes me sigh.