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A Winter Rose - A Sonnet

I walk through the glistening virgin snow
That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death 
Where I find on a bush a frozen rose  
Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath 

How I long to touch those petals again 
Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss 
Opened in passion whispering my name 
As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss 

Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow 
And hold it closely to my aching heart
And free it from that ice so bitter cold 
That now my love keeps you and me apart

But if I were to pluck this winter rose 
Would all its petals fall upon the snow? 

                 ~~~~~



Author:  Elaine George
Written:  January 15, 2010






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A Joyless Job

At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.

My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.

"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.

Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.






November 18th, 2014

Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"


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Message For An Old Cold Man

November was not all that bad. We had Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow. The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad, I felt so sad to see December go. But January so far we have seen cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold. Blue skies I need and white replaced by green and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold. But Winter still persists. Up and about, he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes! That old cold man has worn his welcome out. And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those? It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on. Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone! Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts


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Winters Delight

Winters Delight


gossamer snow flakes float in the moonlight
blue glaze of frozen lakes, silvery sight
that old scamp Jack frost nipping at your nose
sitting by the fireside warming your toes

beautiful blanket of new fallen snow
sleigh rides in sweet moonlight ever so slow 
crystal like icicles, Tiffany grace
silent nights cold wraps you in it’s embrace

get real, snows wet and offers cold chills
buy cloths to keep warm, pay high heating bills
salt rusts out your car, you can’t drive on ice
jack frost is frost bite, snow blind is not nice

Florida beaches, sun bathing preferred
so to each his own, I’ll stay a snow bird


Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
11/20/14




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Crow II


He knows the fog that counts his steps tonight
So proud, the crow, stands on the wires, alone;
what made him bleed before the brinks of light,
defined by emptiness and mountain stone?

The fog surrounds the crow in early dark
what else deserved to be once more recalled
remained to warn the souls that stare and hark
"this shroud descends your being to enfold".

Ethereal, departs on his ascension trail,
stouthearted is his life's long path, my Lord;
the crow unfolds in white engulfing veil,
his stalwart wings on Mistral's wailing chord.

And infinite became his nightly flight,
above the cedars croaked his skyward rite.

© G.V. 06-11-2013 All rights reserved
(English sonnet)


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Life

When we come to the autumn of our days,
And winter nights are all that beckon us.
Will we regret, when we, our life appraise,
If by our living, life was lessened thus.
Or do we live our lives without regard,
For any consequence, our actions pose,
That to others whose feelings we discard,
Which by our words and deeds we have exposed.
No we cannot live in such solitude,
Or fret upon each decision that we take.
The living of a life should not be viewed,
As a series of silence and mistakes.
But in the living of a life we might,
By living well we make such living right.


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The Winter Storm

Pelting glass, coming down; how it thickens, on the ground. On the window pane; tap…tap; larger ice, now, it will rap. The misery of a sleeting storm; brings misery and forlorn. Two inches of ice, is not so nice; I dread what we will get tonight. On top of that, there’ll be more snow, I dread to go out there and blow. The snow piles high, upon the ice; one snow blower will not suffice. But, I’ll make do; with one machine; Still, there’ll be that icy sheen!


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A Stone in the Cold 4

The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking. 


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SEASONS OF LIFE

                      seasons is the relationship.
                                 changes a lot.
                      SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
                                  WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
                      SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
                                  AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
                      THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
                                  LIGHTING occurs when.,
                      i miss my LOVED ONE.
                                  RAIN occurs when.,
                      i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
                                 BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
                      that's the life,
                                 which i spend with my DEAR ONE.


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Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace


In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

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Northern promises

The wind of winter shan't forgive tonight 
It bellows at the icy windows bare  
The bower leans and twists in such a fright 
That not a creature shall take shelter there 

The rustling of spring has turned away 
Her love withdrawn from each forgotten glen 
They toil in their rows of brown and gray 
And whimper for her gentle touch again 

See now a gentle glow upon the frost  
Convince the evening star to light the day
The hope of every field shall not be lost 
There will be life where there was once decay 

A season is a virtue of the year 
All that was far away at once is near 


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Winter sonnet

The trees stretch silver branches
In the late December sun ,
The robin perched there watches
As we offer him our crumbs.
The elegance of shapes laid bare
Forgives the winter cold.
And side cast sun rays clearly
Touch the embers of my soul.
Too soon the quarter moon will rise
To send the sun away.
So let us all wipe clean our eyes
To see what Winter says.
 For all the while the world rotates,
Regardless of our fate.


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The Home Team

Brainwaves, restless energy, lighting up the stadium.  Munching
pistachio nuts, hedging my bets on the home team.  Cold skin,
transmitting neural code back to ground zero, to be filed under 
January.   The smallest planet in my galaxy, cold, dark and lifeless.

The quiet circle of eyes, dried out eyes.  Pushed and pulled,
a circumference of asteroids, charged by the kinetic
energy of their own protons, neutrons, electrons.   Randomly
pairing off and splitting up in slow, January winter night cold motion.

The music plays again, a familiar battle hymn.   Like a stoked fire, 
the asteroids perk up under orders from ground zero.  Dancing,
shouting into space,  an aching proxy for the human race.  Degrading
sound waves and a return to the numbing stasis of cold faces.

The spectacle finally grinds to an end, the stadium lights power down,
the frozen galaxy deflates in another unpaid tribute to the home team.


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Snow Wonderland Zeal

In winter, rails of the fence are heavy Snow covers them, just as white as can be Beauty lands in the landscape, on the trees It’s white too, lovely, pretty as you please Snow reflects all colors making it white Leaving light that is courageously bright Each snowflake is different, quite unique Leaving the air brilliant, full of mystique A stream, still moving along, has some ice Very cold and frigid, had to look twice Air has quite a bite to it, a crisp feel The land is all frozen, the cold is real Whole scene brings about natural appeal Snow is like a solid wonderland zeal
Russell Sivey


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You I Dream Of

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


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Blackberry Winter

Reluctant tranquility fills the air
Dismissing expectations with her smile
With frozen wishes melting everywhere
She paints the earth in her artistic style

Dreams, dripping slowly from shivering trees
Transparent presents, covering the ground
Leftover kisses now lost to the breeze
Green taking over where white was once found

But tranquility's brush runs out of paint
As her masterpiece starts fading away
Blackberry winter will cause her to faint
While leaving her empty, filled with dismay

Tranquility's brush was made to admire
She'll paint again when blooms kiss the brier


Note:In South & Midland North America, 
Blackberry Winter 
is referred to as a period of cold weather as low as -6 °C (20 °F) 
in late spring when the blackberries are in bloom. 
This is generally in the month of May and is known to 
last approximately up to 14 days.


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Seasons Turning

The wind turns rustling the reddish-brown leaves. 
Trees stand devoid of their cover and howl
Like bathers caught without a green towel.
The wind turns, the arctic soul misconceives.
The snows pile up around my silver car.
Outraged the trees thrash and howl in the wind
Smarting like young children regimented.
The snows pile up; the heart is as stones are.
The iris bloom, couples old, young elope.
Buds develop forth from bare twigs and grow,
A bald man farming a new luscious mo.
The iris bloom, the heart feels raptured hope.
The grass browns the dams are slowly emptied.
Branches hang drooping in the severe sun,
Young mothers at their hot sinks deflated.
The grass browns the heart resigns abandoned.
You seduce others, caress them and give
Love, mine remains fervent and I forgive.


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Seasons 2 - A Metamorph

 Trees  in silent strength stand  bare
Yet in their silence dwells  the hope of spring
Though  winter keeps  them in  its  icy glare

Desolate landscapes  bare the scars of winter's sting
 And hardly a creature utters  a sound
 Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring

Days are  bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles  hang from window sills
 And hardly  a creature utters a sound

As life stands  still in winter's chill
Those sunny days  are hard to find
While  icicles hang from window sills

Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
When  sunny days are  hard to find

As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees  in silent strength stand bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
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 Trees stand in frozen quietude
Abiding yet in the promise of spring
While  winter plays a frosty interlude
As cold winds sends snowflakes swirling

Animals tucked away in their dens
Silently await springs arrival
But they must endure until then
To assure their survival

Soon spring blossoms will appear
Birds will flit from tree to tree and sing
Butterflies will dance on flowers fair
Abiding in the joy of spring

All those gray skies turn to blue
As springtime  comes with morning dew


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Whim to Sunshine

                       Snow drops cascading at my window
             
                       Wintry chill ‘n echo ‘f snow did follow

                       Whirled as I sensed winter wind blow

                       Weighing breeze dim, grim, ‘f sorrow
 
                       Wondering I dwelled ‘f a sun ray glow 

                       Swaddled ‘n sun beam’s warmth flow

           
                       Silence stole whispers ‘f some sparrow 
                        
                       Streets stillness slay whims to morrow
  
                       Winter wrath left spring glee no place
  
                       Storm set for days ‘n nights to chase

                       Strike ‘f thunder sprang their nuisance 

                       Wrack sun’s chances to glare ‘n grace  


                       Wilderness rules this scary solemn solace
                      
                       Swept nature’s treasured blissful wonders 
    


Celia Basma 

Contest: Create Your Own Form, Maybe                      


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For the Late Midsummer

Show me a clear midsummer’s day, and I
Shall reveal the coldness lurking beneath
For which the mortals heave a knowing sigh
In kind, the winter bares her savage teeth


Yet we, who know better than to implore
Play games with Time that are cruelly coy
Always to have less than ever before
And thus is the fickle manner of joy


To depart tenfold as quick as it came
Seeking first the ones who try to hold fast 
For all who dare speak that elusive name
Breathe tender eulogies of summers past


Fear not, for the blush of this earth entombed
Shall run our blood until we are exhumed


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Winter Storm

From a distance the smoke rises and swells
Inside, fireplace cinders glow to warm
With evening dew of chilly winter smells
While creatures ready for the winter storm
Near lake shines like polished glass venting steam
Leaves have turned summer green to winter gold
Soon mountain rains will transpose slopes to cream 
Waiting for an icy season to unfold
Nuts fall hard to an inhibited ground
From brisk winds that stir limbs in firm breeze
Life scurries when hearing the constant sound
To prepare for this yearly winter freeze
All is cozily wreathed for this winter sleep
Trusting that gelid snows are not too deep

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fifth Place Winner ~ "Shakespearean or English Sonnet” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
Nov. 9, 2010



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North by Northwest

(Blank Verse Sonnet)

We traded fields of cotton bolls for snows
so deep they swallowed house and car alike,
so cold a breath transformed to crystal ice,
so strong the air became as still as death.
A fur-lined boot or glove spared flimsy guard
as fingers, toes and nose began to pulse
in pain and foster hope to somehow dodge
or ease the winter's all-consuming freeze.

Yet skin and pores recalled a choking sun
and days of sweat beneath its cutthroat burn
through cotton rows, its never-ending bite
of white-hot scorch and physical malaise.

      Northern peaks and speckled river trout
      defeated weather’s aim to drive us south.







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Winter will come

Her laugh swings back and forth
Like a feather in a winter day.
A wind blow coming from north
Brings back cold from faraway,
 
Her smile blooms like a snowdrop,
Too soon for a snow storm.
The tiller will reap the first crop,
The last swan still unborn.
 
When will the roses wither?
A waterfall ends in the hill,
sparrows bathing hither,
A wheel spinning on the mill.
 
Her petals veiling the ground
Will silence spring’s sound.


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SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD

.     SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD
The biting cold of  early March's  freeze
fell from the Arctic northlands down the main,
and froze to death the larks beneath the trees
then silently it crept the Kansas plain.

It slowed the pace of life to just a walk
for busy Texans on the Rio Grande
and failing citrus was the stuff of talk
until the blowing snow was close at hand;

they slipt and slid on farmways coated twice
unwilling to admit they didn't know
how one should drive a Lexus on this ice
or where-from blizzards come and where they go.

      The rattle snake is burrowed safe and deep
        the only place that's warm enough for sleep.
© ron wilson aka veebdosathe Doylestown Poet


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You are like the winter wind

You are like the winter wind, cold and bare,
 That blows the seasons trumpets loud and shrill,
 And brings the bitter frosts that chill the air,
 To silence natures laughter, and to still
 The mountain springs, where noisy waters run
 To meet the streams and rivers far below,
 Now frozen in their banks beneath the sun
 Entombed within the ice and flawless snow
 And yet your beauty shines though cold and true,
 Where starlight falls on frost to dance and glow
 And trees of ice that show the brightest hue,
 To sparkle as the sun reflects the snow.
 The season of the dead is cold and raw
 Where nature waits to meet the coming thaw


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Slipping Away----Sonnet

The first days of the much-awaited spring
Arrive on time along with birds and flowers.
Then come the balmy days of May and June
When love and laughter fill the balmy hours.
I watch the warm July days slide away,
See summer slipping down the calendar.
The sun will shine in August, I am sure,
Can only hope the same in fall’s September.

October will have cold days with the warm
November can be fretful and forlorn.
We’ll have three months of winter then for sure 
Before the gifts of March’s spring are born.
Spring, summer, fall of my long, life are gone.
Only cold winter left to carry on.



 Sonnet form


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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


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Sonnet 34

'Twas winter on a frostbit afternoon,
After the fall, and glory of the sun,
Where I imagined to believe in June,
To melt the ice inside this lonely one.

Snowflakes did slide inside my soul and stir,
Fervent feelings of frost fashioned in ice.
Yet my thoughts young of youth would yield to her,
To June, like Christ, my flesh would sacrifice.

Passions of winter clouds and heavens heat,
Seduced imaginations in my mind.
As shadows of my thoughts left June to meet,
Love in my soul, leaving the cold behind.

Unto my knees I kneel knowledge to pray,
To never change the thoughts of June away.


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The Winter Breeze

The cool winter breeze blowing across me,
the sweet little bird flying in the sky free.

Everything so cool and calm around
all happiness lost,seems again to be found,

in the nature of life with the cool winters
and always hope for good with crossed fingers

Such a season,physically changing the mind,
cooling off every anger,whatever that I find.

Along with the breeze the winter brings in
the warmth of happiness,and a lovely dream

The dream of a girl,smiling at me
everything looks beautiful ,just as is she.

Walking along with her ,I'm always at ease
she holds my hand and we walk in the winter breeze.


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The Poet and the Player

The poet met the player in summer
When the days are long and the roses bloom
She rhymed the word summer with lover
And he smiled as his strings he tuned

The poet loved the player in autumn
When the trees turn as golden as sunbeams
And the player strummed and sang of freedom
And the poet compared him to a dream

The poet missed the player in winter
When distances seem to grow with the cold
There's much merit in words, but cold fingers
Do so beg for a lover's hand to hold

But the poet gave the player her heart
And that is the way the sweetest songs start