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So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded bar
Intuition nudged her, ‘get out now, turn back!’ But pride urged her, 'stay'
He returned with a brown bag; appearing harmless as he turned to her
‘Say, you’re trembling!’ He said and flashed a breathless smile
‘Here, have a slug, of this, it’ll warm you up, pretty girl!’
Hesitation loomed for a minute then she accepted the bag from his hand
Young Rachel, was now treading a path beyond thin, cracking ice
As tears stung her beautiful eyes, she'd never had a drink this strong
How her vacant tummy rebelled against the searing burn
Nausea arose from deep within, and she began to have regrets
Registering strong protest, her regurgitation would later accuse her killer
Her faith was sealed as there were no open doors left for escape
And before she realized he had made a reckless wide left turn
Down the snow covered dirt path through tall pines and fir
No longer were there sightings of sparsely lit farm houses
Interspersed along the desolate, picturesque landscape
The four-wheeler tackled with ease, snow drifts of fresh fallen snow
Where the following spring young Rachel's body would be discovered
That night Rachel laid buried under a few feet of snow
She was at rest now to awaken to eternity in sunny fields
Beautiful as daisies growing in heaven, carefree and endlessly in bloom!
Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town
I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found
My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach
The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass
Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree
Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose
I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel
My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked
I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day
A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face
Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013
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
The river flowing tumble of snow
jackets the buildings and the road
on the last twilight of 1998.
As the sky is slowly draped by darkness and coolness,
there I am on the coldest loneliest walk of my life.
All around, I can see some dancing colored lights.
The houses spells the happy shadows of families.
Some sharing a meal.
Some laughing out loud near their Christmas tree.
Some on the middle of a party.
Christmas carols flying free on mid-air like:
"...But heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal a hurting human soul..."
With only a coat, long thick black hair kissed by snow
and some old worn socks to warm me,
I traverse the street--
finding, finding a place I can call home.
About six days ago... I was also with my parents,
so happy, though we only share some bread and cheese
plus porridge that Christmas day.
Me and my parents hugged every night
allowing me to stand the icy nights of December
under the roof of our wooden worn-out home.
My parents though they can't read nor write,
they diligently work day by day for our needs specially mine.
I wasn't given any gift nor we can't everyday eat some meat.
However, my days with them are filled with fun-loving memories.
a monstrous fire eat voraciously
our home and three other houses nearby.
My father though old with arthritis
carried me fast as he can to a safe place
and so my mother but ---
father ran back to the house
to save some of our things but unfortunately...
The roof of our home fell.
The fire so ferocious swallowed everything including my father.
My mom and I dealt with this pit of tragedy as one
but later I saw my mother slowly, slowly crumbling down.
She more than me is slowly falling down faster.
Her lamp of hope blown out.
And not long, past six on the same day my mother died.
Hence as the surrounding gets cold
so is the the life of me gradually reaching the freezing point.
***Inspired by the story: The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen
and with some lines from the song: "My Grown Up Christmas List" by K. Clarkson
©O. E. Guillermo
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name A Christmas Tale
08:33 pm, December 17, 2014
unconscious he lies
near playground laden with snow
struck by fallen branch
The first blizzard of the season lasted a day and a half! Snow is piled up three feet high and schools and offices are closed. The power lines are down due to high winds and ice- not unusual here on the east coast this time of year. Snow drifts hug the window panes and tiny faces peer through, eager to go outdoors. They're excited to see the first major snow fall. All they see is the beauty. They could not know how deceptive it is. I, along with the neighbors spend the afternoon cleaning cars; clearing walkways of snow and ice, along with fallen branches. Later the kids bring out their sleds which they’d already taken out of storage and loud screeching and laughter ensue. I'm keeping busy helping to build snowmen and dodging snowballs then slowly, my anxiety begins to fade like the high winds that deposit these fantasy gardens. However, that was only temporary. Time for a while seems to past swiftly for me; still,Jim hasn’t returned home nor has he called. Calls to his cell phone are unanswered. No one has heard from him. Friends suggest he must be taking the back roads. They head out to search, while I can do is pace, make hot chocolate and call to hospitals
I do not know?
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/
Tarny was a little bear
A teddy bear he be
Coat was as white as snow
To this we all agree
Tarny was a Christmas gift
Given to a lady fair
Was sent by her Tarnished Knight
How she wished that he was there
Tarny wore a little coat
Where pinned upon his sleeve
A note from her Tarnished Knight
Said "will you read me please "
"Sorry I can't be with you
On this Christmas day
I know its very hard for you
That I'm so far away"
"So I am sending Tarny
For you to now embrace
I will be there very soon
Then I will take his place"
"Tarny has a special gift
He'll make your dreams come true
Just close your eyes and make a wish
You will see what he can do"
Tears now flowed from her eyes
Squeezing Tarny oh so tight
Closed her eyes and made wish
To dream of the Tarnished one tonight
That was some time ago
In another Christmas past
Once there was hopes and dreams
Somehow they didn't last
Tarny now is put away
Never sees the light of day
Shares a space with odds and ends
In box of " things to give away"
Fleece once of snow flake white
Now has stains of crimson red
Came from a broken heart
Oh! how Tarny bled
So if you find a little bear
Slightly stained in red
May not be a teddy
But this Tarnished Knight instead
One little snowflake
hits the river so gently
then gone forever.
One lonely snowflake
descends into the river
nevermore to roam.
One cold white snowflake
comes flying in the windstorm
adding to the load.
The last snowflake falls
making chills that last too long
settling on his grave.
I looked out side to find a nice day in the month of May
And was walking in the evening just to say
I almost cried and my hands got cold
And winter month got so bold
It was so frustrating and out of the norm
And each person in their heart had a storm
It's the month of May what the! happen to spring
And my headache began to ring
Most people on the first day of May was so happy
And now they look out on the second day sappy
I just want everyone to know it is May 2, 2013
And nothing should be in between
So pullout your snow shovels in dismay
And things you should know will be okay
So good morning to all and to all a good morning
And I just want you to be out their in a warning
The snow is at six inches and beyond
And you will not see green grass in dawn
I help myself by writing this poem
And I will be staying at home
Crazy the weather became bad in May and nasty
I brought out some of my snack and that was tasty
I just looked outside while I was eating
As the snow kept on beating
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
The American eagles left their warm nests
before snow fell on the evergreen pines and spruces,
so did the ravens, grackles and petrels...
hidden among the white mountains, the river still flows.
So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
no other sound but the waters babbling on rocks,
flowing into the wide valley below without a tune...
two months ago, the placid lake swarmed with ducks.
Footprints are visible into the frozen snow that no one loves...
who would venture in this life-threatening wilderness?
Could it be a grizzling gone astray, or searching for his cubs?
Leave it to the imagination, or simply take a guess!
So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
and the more I look, the less I think of danger...
I would love to get out and discover it like the slow-moving raccoon
seeking food until he shivers and decides to turn back with anger.
Spring how wonderful for alas it is here
Birds fly all around making good cheer
My lover sits close to me and whispers in my ear "I love you my dear"
Summer how splendid the pool parties began and all the kids hope it will never end
And then my lover comes to me and looks me in my eyes with sincerity and says "I'll always love you my darling"
Fall has it all as the wind calls to the trees as their leaves fall and turn colors from what use to be green
As far as my eyes can see they cover the ground
I look for my lover but he can not be found
I call for him but he does not reply
Perhaps I will see him another time
Winter sets in followed by cold icy winds
It blows poor trees which are now dead and bare
The sky has turned gray and the flowers have gone away and now I see snow
But where my lover is I still do not know
The snow touches my skin with soft icy pains of sadness
With a broken heart comes many things anything but gladness
Weeks go by but it is not yet spring
The snow has all melted and dead grass is all I see
Then I look into the distances for something has caught my eye
"Oh My!" I cry it is my lover I see
I run to him and grab him joyfully
But that joy was short lived as he pushes me away
With his face like a storm he says "I don't love you anymore"
Like seasons people also do change
I know this now as I slowly turn and walk away....
The blizzard had past and with it the wind.
In the sunshine she surveyed the rubble.
She thought she should smile
But snow made her shiver
And the dream felt like something she couldn’t not feel
And the mailman and mama and girls in white dresses were too far away
For her face to cause them discomfort disguised as disapproval.
So she didn’t smile
And instead became aware
That the snow lingering on her nose and eyelashes
Was melting in streams down her cheeks.
If only, if only
The voice still it beckoned
About to rise to continue her quest
She heard a distant melody approaching
Reedy, alto and minor
Played by a stranger in a woolen poncho and leather boots
Flanked by a hound in a jewel studded collar.
As he neared, he slid the music maker into its holder on his belt,
Commanded the hound be still,
And proceeded to silently clean up the rubble
As she sat watching with streams on her cheeks.
She heard the entreating ‘if only’ still calling
But after some moments of watching him work
In graceful, efficiency, completely soundless
She no longer heeded the call
And though it continued
After a while
She didn’t hear it at all.
He finished his work
And drew from his pocket a perfectly soft bandana.
With a tear in his eye
And the gentlest of smiles
Wiped the snow from her lashes.
And gave her a rose.
Looking down at the petals she saw a drop
And in it her perfect reflection.
With tears still streaming she felt like smiling.
‘Thank you, love’ she said
In her own voice
The voice of her dream.
She was so terrified,
A phone was continued ringing,
She didn’t dare to pick the receiver,
She ignored the ringing and went to bed.
He had a break down,
When he checked his pockets,
He was strange to know,
He forgot his ballet at home.
Early in the morning,
Someone knocked at the door.
She removed a curtain and looked outside,
Everywhere snow was covered.
She opened the door
And let police to come in.
Your son last night,
Stocked in a snow storm,
We tried to give him a first aid,
But terribly found, he was dead,
We recovered his body;
You can look at him.
She was weeping bitterly,
And crying for his husband,
If you don’t terrified me,
I never thought you are over the phone.
I do not know?
She awakens in a cold room,
Letting her eyes adjust,
To the swaying bulb above her,
Shivering as she lifts herself upright,
Climbing to her feet,
Feeling her knees bow,
As she steadies them.
She slowly walks,
With her right hand against the wall,
Still feeling a bit dizzy,
Wondering where she is,
And why it seems so cold,
Moving along towards a metal door.
She touches the handle,
Feeling it's icy grip running through her fingers,
Hearing a faint noise somewhere on the other side,
Sounding somewhat like the wind,
But rather eerie.
"Mother!" she cries out,
"Mother...w-where are y-you" she cries,
Pushing the latch down and pulling it,
Slowly opening the door,
As fresh snow comes flowing in,
Like a billow of smoke.
She puts her hands over her eyes,
And looks out into the winter wonderland,
Seeing something a bit ways away,
Something huddled up in the snow,
Not too big, and not too small.
She pushes her way out,
Feeling the cold snow beneath her bare feet,
And the constant snowflakes,
That fall from above, covering her head and shoulders,
Sending a chill up her spine.
She makes her way through the snow,
Feeling it getting deeper the farther she goes,
Closing in on the slumped over object,
That begins to resemble a person,
As she draws in on it.
Something cold stops her in her tracks,
She looks down and notices large red blotches in the snow,
By the look of it, it's blood,
And the object is a body,
Draped in white covered in large red stains,
From head to toe.
She kneels beside the body,
Slowly flipping it over,
Looking into the cold glassy eyes,
Realizing that it's her mother,
With a small sharp object embedded in her throat.
The girl yanks the piece of metal out,
And drops it,
Small trick-lets of blood fall into the snow,
She looks at the piece of metal,
And realizes that it's a rose,
Surrounded in barbed wire.
She touches it again,
A feeling of warmth comforts her,
She remembers her mother giving this to her,
When she was a little girl,
She told her "No matter how far away I may be,
Mother will always love you".
"I love you mother' she cries,
Gently laying her head on the corpse,
As snow continues to fall,
Blanketing her in it's icy embrace.
A smile spreads across her face,
Closing her heavy eyes,
Being overtaken by the endless sleep,
That will reunite her with her mother,
That she had slain in the wintry wonderland,
That now is their tomb.
I wonder if the snow that is falling
can feel the pace of my heart.
I wonder if the cruel wind that blows the cold air across my bare legs
can sense the fear in my mind.
Does the ground feel the frightened murmurs of the people,
as it does their feet, possibly walking to their doom?
Does the solider pointing the gun know my age,
or wonder my name?
And what will God do,
as he looks on?
The snow crunches under my feet,
and the people continue to walk in line,
forced by the soldiers.
The birds call to each other in the distance;
and I wonder if they know how lucky they are to fly.
Does anyone know what will happen next?
Mama, Papa, or the soldiers?
Does the wind know my fate? The snow, the air,
the clouds or the birds, all still free
to live as they please?
I wonder if the snow crunching under my feet
can feel the fear that trembles through me.
I do not know?
Each Snowflake that falls
is a wish to come true
A wish that turns into a thousand
A simple wish that was granted by God
to a simple child who needed to be a child again
Who needed to play
Who needed a more powerful wish
A child that couldn't go out and play
A child that could only watch
the other children play
h on every snowflake as he watched
them fall slowly to the ground
Wishing that he would be here
to see the next snowflake
or the next snow day
or watch the snow fall to the ground again
And his biggest wish
To go and play in the freshly fallen,
soft silky snow
I do not know?
The white blanket of snow covers your life,
it hides the world of your yesterdays,
it makes everything look new,
let it fall over you.
a white capped mountain,
a white silvery forest,
your memories of yesterdays on each laden branch,
the forest of your dreams glistening diamonds of white.
the glistening diamonds fall from above,
each one a memory of what you should,
some are dreams of what you could,
the white white blanket of a new way.
the day will come when it melts away,
to turn your life a dullish gray,
but the silvery forest of your memories and dreams,
will carry you through for the next white snow flakes to fall over you
The conquered land is eroding.
The driven snow is melting
Because the blue flame is burning,
Probing through the rampart,
Penetrating the fortress
And pillaging the village.
The mighty are falling
And the weaker being ravished
Trying to kick the pricks,
But unguided passions
With shortlived victories
Violently possess! Then dispose.
As the blue flame wanes,
So goes the tyranny...
Rancidness, rancor, degradation
And loneliness remain
After the land is trampled.
After the snow is defiled,
There's a want for nothing,
A need for everything:
Love, hate, forgiveness, revenge.
Then a cry for childhood
Extending for knowledge of this hope
Reaches without taking hold,
So the four remain
Until the four are gained;
And the land still erodes.
The snow still melts
Because the blue flame burns.
It yet probes.