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Details | Pantoum | |

Mileage on My Heart

The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread
I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Recycled emotions are undesirable

I know the day will come; it’s inevitable
My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
Recycled emotions are undesirable
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame

My spirits sink at the mere mention of your name
What happened to those days? You were my special man
There was once a time your face set my heart aflame
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan

What happened to those days? You were my special man
Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
This point we’ve reached was surely not in our game plan
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink

Our spring turned to winter faster than I could blink
Mileage on my heart, feels like a worn out retread
Stop the world, let me off; I’m standing on the brink
The thought of seeing you again fills me with dread


By Carolyn Devonshire
For Paula Swanson’s “Pantoum” contest


Details | Couplet | |

A Day When Winter Said Goodbye



In the midst of morn she quietly rose to greet the dawn of silent repose She searched beyond the frozen hills and through the bough's of crystal frills She danced in dream as clouds rolled by in hopes the sun would pierce the sky As moments passed nil of light the wind kicked up with all it's might In tumbling turmoil the west winds raged in fluttering beauty to turn the page Within a breath a single sigh the Winter wrath had waved goodbye As sunlight burned of velvet white upon her face a shaft of light... ______________________________________ Poet ~ Rick Parise


Details | Terzanelle | |

Seasons promise

 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
Those 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
                                 ~~








Details | Couplet | |

YEARNING FOR SPRING

nature sings softly her lively recital
everything  is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
movements weary tiles for a spring paviour

thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance

a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound 
few snowdrops,  celandine,  white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle

appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking

the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate

January  2013


Details | Ballad | |

Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart thier thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad


Details | Free verse | |

Any Old Poem Contest: echoes and whispers uncut

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.

touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.

taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.

see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.

smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.

in the glee,

in the hopes and dreams,

in the human spirit,

lives the miracle of life.

the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody

 of echoes and whispers – uncut.

Maurice Yvonne
Any Old Poem Will Do - Contest
For Skat A
Entered: August 29 2014


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Verse | |

Enjoy it with Pleasure



                                 We are all waithing for Spring
                               Spring is fresh after a long winter
                                  Winter are so long and cold
                         We hunger after the sun and heating days
                           Come Spring, my dear, we need you now
                                  Winter dormancy is over now
                              Dress the world in Spring flowers
                           Sorrows and worries are easier to bear
                            when the the day is sunny and good
                                It is as if our life begins anew
                             Buds arising out in all their delight
                         Come May you lovely mild, with heating
                                     breeze and sunny days
                        It feels so good to take off the winter coat
                                 Enjoy Spring with pleasure.








                  * 17. May is Norway`s national day. - Hurray for 17.May!



17. May 2012
A-L Andresen


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for Neil

Our great Balboa has left the hillock bare
And two waters converge in evening mist
Where from our vision he made us stare
As the divided dimensions rose and kiss
So sleep the sailor, so sleep the caravel
So sleep great Balboa, toll, toll your knell. 
              A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
              Winter is for children play, and for hubris.

The navy man has taken his golden wings
On glinted them against the silvery dusk
The eagle rising fro the earth sweetly sings
On dust-rock horizon where triumphs husk
The veil that cover human tears and fears
With tragedy that all mass and matter wears
              A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
              Winter is for children play, and for hubris.

So Balboa, remember your craft on one engine
The sound barrier rescinded, brings you to earth
The grave has no remembering, O the final spin
That undo all dream of birth! fair Deist now inert
Shall only watching moon alert us of this memory
The great walk that expanded the edge of history?              
               A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
               Winter is for children play, and for hubris.

Conquistador of the modern world, great sailor
What tribes did you subjugate beyond Korea, tell
What corn you planted, what gold in your valor,
What new dominions now your great spirit swell?
I hear Darien laughing in the silence of the moon
I see the caparisoned horse, and the taps balloon 
                 A sprig of spring is all autumn's promise
                 Winter is for children play, and fo hubris

They come, they come, stolid mourners slowly
The riderless horse ignorant you are gone, gone
Forever, grief bowed us, and pride lingers greatly
Thanking you for gyral cycle of an ambitious dawn.
But Balboa do you hear them, can you see tears
Can you reverse the plunder of the vernal years?
                A sprig of spring is all autumn's surprise
                Winter is for children play, and for hubris


Details | Concrete | |

The Four Seasons

There are four seasons in a year. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. In the Spring time, you can enjoy the outdoors and go for a walk. And look at the trees turning beautiful colors, you can also enjoy raking the leaves into a big pile and jump into them. We also know the New Year is coming with Winter. Winter is a cold month with snow, now the children can play outside in the snow. And everyone else can enjoy the snow also.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Ballad | |

Ode to a Cherry Tree

Peering through plate glass at a puzzling view, In the midst of hot coffee’s morning ritual brew. Staring out with amazement and wonderfully struck, By our Cherry Tree’s overnight sensation run amuck! By nature’s own standard, cruel joke she has played, Million blossoms wide open one February day. This juvenile sapling knows not what it feels, Sprouting vivid Pink colors, the show it now steals. From those all around laying dormant in state, Expecting nature’s cue to blossom their own petals awake. And by then poor young cherry will have muted her splash, Replaced by green leaves summer storms will soon thrash. But alas all this splendor making warm visual sense, In the short time required for fresh java to dispense. Tomorrow I’ll once again observe through plate glass, The wonders waiting just beyond cold winter’s Rye Grass. Submitted to Giorgio A. V. Contest themed: Impress me with a small poem II! 1) user name: wedge 2) choice of motif: nature


Details | Sonnet | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 


Details | Free verse | |

Seasons' Promise

Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass

Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed

Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life

And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!
~*~

01/'14


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter


Details | Rhyme | |

A Seasons Dance

Warm days herald in the spring
as she dances among young flowers
the mating call strong adds its ring
soon nestlings, calves and beavers
grow strong as she swirls past dancing 

Hot flush of summer vibrant flowers
greet summer as she flashes past
in haste in case her time she flitters
falling in love a dance spell is cast

Autumn slowly following does
a dance most stately performs
she prances and flaunts on tiptoes
her stage is the forest platform

Winter grim and bleak in marches
her dance sometime very sullen
with her icy fingers she clutches
when she lets go you are heartbroken

On very rare occasions they come together
and dance around in joy of sisters united
oh what a time they have as they caper
forgetting the many times they have feuded

written 09/28/2013 by Shadow Hamilton

contest A Season's Dance


Details | Lyric | |

Ramen Noodles

:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences 
crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

         Warmth blanketing the bitter cold 
cUm•BU•lOnImBUs clouds 
forecast percipatation pretold
 Warning massive ThunderStorm for the following Counties prepare to unfold 
Dis pissed off cloud is about to take off a load 
head off road 
And all you'll hear is rain falling in ode
 Kroak of a toad
 strikeof lighting bright N bold 
then counting the miles in mississippis gold 
till thunder explode
 Under protection of this roof 
behind these shudders
 Stricken sight candle lit light 
rain drainsN2all gutters
 Impaled beneath the moons clutters of the night

 :) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid 
fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
 
Sonic is constantly tailed by a flying fox 
Speedyblue Hedgehog
 with a sack of magicalblue rox 
lookin to take down dat evil Dr Robotnox
 Impressing Goldie-locks 
Millionmile per hour hydraulics 
Off to replace the aftermath shocks
 Magneticly control the hands on all clocks
 To turn twist and rewind back waisted time
 Carry out foward to take what iz mine
 Insanity is 2 insane as Criminal is 2 crime
 Witherin to the weather then wetter 
is 2 whether 5150 if not 4 the better
 It is 4 the cheddar 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade
 Dominate prominiscent pre made 
cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe 4rum ur Fake-Aid 
you D grade 
ain't tasty Kool-aid 
sweet sugar serenade
 Your gunna need more than just a band-aid 
to fix whats tha matter with brain sprayed splatter
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Not wanting to leave wish I culd have stayed
 Don't we all....
 facade to fall..
 winter spring shoreline stahl 
nothin iz 2 uncommon
 when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade..
 Dominate prominscent cascade undelayed
 Just played it safe frum your
 Fake-aid take to fade
 Greater than or equal to straight trade
 Gotta get paid 

:) now this is what Im talking bout ......
    nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses
 far beyond the realm 
of more than just whats common coinsidences
 crusade 2 overwhelm 
overcomin the fear2 pursuade.....
 ruby emerald sapphire diamond jade 
none of which fade
 Frum your fake aid fake lime to make lemonade
 Over time meat marinade
 For a stroll in the park serenade 
don't wanna leave wish I culd of stayed
 
:) now this is what Im talking bout ....
 nothin iz 2 uncommon 
when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen
 noodles 4 all y'all poodles


Details | Quatrain | |

Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.





March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"


Details | Tanka | |

I love all seasons

      ( seasons that I love )    5-7-5-7-7       Tanka poetry.

I love all seasons;
Plants and flowers bloom in spring
Birds sing in summer
Leaves tumbling down in autumn  
Snow caps mountains in winter


By Dr Ko Ko Thein (a) Dr Mya Thein


Details | Rhyme | |

My window of time

Looking through the lattice like grid                                                                             One pane springs forth the budding greens                                                                      flowering colors, an early sun so vivid                                                                              As seasons change, so the reflective scene                                                                        Viewing next pane but not quite the same                                                                    greener a child dives into watery sheen                                                                          to cool himself from the suns hot flame                                                                         As the next pane turns a little frosty,                                                                            greens leave for the coming golden and reds                                                                   A light rain dances on the lake, geese are lofty,                                                              as times change, yet wings of beauty are spread                                                         Icicles drip in the window, cold has returned                                                                    but the white shimmering lights remain                                                                       The woven snowflakes and a child turns                                                                         glides across the lake spins the last pane


Details | Verse | |

From The Frozen Silence



Cry to me oh frozen fortress your darkened days without appeal have found no end Oh cry my lonesome flower dove for memories held through fleeting wind I call on spring my warming bath of crystal dawn and colored strands Oh play my song in velvet hymn's goes Winters cry with joyous tears This frozen Winter no longer cries and sultry love within me lies _______________________ Contest


Details | Sonnet | |

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
Those 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
                                 ~~

 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


Details | Free verse | |

Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone

                Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone.

               Winter frost chilled gout-ed limbs, wrinkled 
     all crooked fingers severely knotted with revolting ink blue veins. 
            Movements became a luxury of room heaters.
              Thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone !

              Love and passion had gone low in profile
                  rigid against frigid cold-heart ed winter,
              warmth had dulled down in tiny dots, unseen
               Thank heavens for the winter begone!

      The sober siblings,the purring cats and the bored puppies 
               now peer slowly out of shut window panes
        in bright hopes of spotting long gone glowing brightness
       They too sigh, thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone.

                I can hear colors knocking at my door
          fragrances slowly permeating air, faintly though
     a warm ray of sun stroking my sleepy senses to rise and shine
               Thank heavens my beloved spring is here.

                                  
                              28.01.2013,



Details | Haiku | |

Longing for spring

waiting scents of spring                                                                                             trek from long winter silence                                                                                            fawning sounds river deer                                                                                     -  Note  In a breathe this is not 5-7-5 but best I could do to get the double metaphors  flowers fawns  birth and sounds of frogs croaking- kajika frog


Details | Quatrain | |

Here Comes The Sun

It's been dull and dreary for months on end.
The chill of winter is lingering long,
Invading my bones and disturbing my mind.
How I wish this season would hurry along.

Waking this morning I glanced out my window,
Expecting more snow, more clouds, more gray.
But to my surprise and immense delight,
Golden sunlight is in full display!

Here comes the sun in all of its glory,
To warm up the earth and begin its rebirth.
The ice will soon melt and nature awaken,
With colorful flora sprouting up from the earth.

Here comes the sun, see it rise in the east,
Feel its warmth on your face at midday.
Winter's sojourn is coming to an end.
Hallelujah! Spring is on the way.


2/14/13
Kim Merryman
For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest


Details | Haiku | |

Whence Springs Beauty

It’s October, we find time to go by the spring-house to get the tulips. It is time to prepare for winter and the inevitable coming of spring.  The bulbs look hopelessly dead and ugly, rather pitiful in fact.  John nurtures them tenderly.

fall gardener tucks the bulbs in bed till spring's alarm
Through many snows and chilling temperatures, we do not consider at all what is taking place under the ground. One warm March day we see tiny noses poking up through the soil around the back porch. By April, we are sitting in the swing admiring the result of John’s loving labor of last fall.
seeing the blooms we recall dried-up bulbs
How could such ugliness have turned to such beauty in the cold, hard earth? As May approaches bringing other flowers, our short-lived tulips drop their blossoms and say good-bye. But as John knows, the wisest of gardeners do not hasten to bother the beauty in its passing.
dust to dust all blossoms shrivel with time food for the soil wilting leaves nourish the bulb hidden in the ground
The bulb remains unattractive throughout the whole cycle of growth. Along in mid-July when all external signs of life have faded, John removes the unsightly bulbs from their bed, putting them back in the spring-house until fall. Without them, there will be no blossoms next spring. It is the care we show the bulb which bursts into the beauty we bless in time. HM


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Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


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Seasons Change

     Spring wets
    Summer sweats
      Fall regrets
    Winter forgets


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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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Spring Time

The temperatures are falling
The snow is stacked high
When can it be spring
Can't the cold just pass on bye


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Cold Fingers

I look out my window
No longer white and fluffy 
The snow has turned a sickly gray
Much like my mood towards this season of death
Tired of dark clouds and cold winds
The birds are wise to abandon this desolate place
I dream of sunshine and blue sky
Running barefoot across green grass
Smelling the fresh scent of spring breezes
Lazy days of summer accompanied by young lovers
For now I am a prisoner in a cold land
Wrapped in my blanket staring out at the gray
Nothing seems to warm the coldness that has invaded my soul
Old man winter has stolen another day 
I wait and I wait
Time seems to move in reverse
Is there any escape?
Yes
I go to my computer
Warm weather awaits me
Just a click a way
Visions of spring dance in my head
I can cheat on winter
Escape cold fingers
I can fly away to some exotic warm land
Run through Sun drenched waves
Drink umbrella drinks
I can follow those clever birds
I long for this escape
Just four hours away
I arrive at the airport bags in hand
Feeling oppromistic
Then comes a storm
Old man winter refuses to release his icy grip
I look out the airport window
The snow covered runway is pure white
All flights cancelled
A block of ice where my heart used to be
How I long for spring

Winter Be Gone Contest
Poem written January 27th for your contest.


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Mountainous Tears

Water pool rippled as mountainous tears poured;
cascading rapids spray fallen boulder with foam.
Cleansing impurities that winter and spring stored;
refreshing mother’s evergreen menagerie home.

Cascading rapids spray fallen boulder with foam;
singing its babble, echoing against high rocky cliff.
Refreshing mother’s evergreen menagerie home,
with earthy rustic aroma in each new whiff.

Singing its babble, echoing against high rocky cliff;
surging under ferns of extended spindly blade.
With earthy rustic aroma in each new whiff;
presenting its wild fragrant outdoor glade.

Surging under ferns of extended spindly blade;
clear waters flow swift, sparkle in the sunlight ray. 
Presenting its wild fragrant outdoor glade;
abundant in growth and a pure wildlife buffet.

Clear waters flow swift, sparkle in the sunlight ray;
cleansing impurities that winter and spring stored.
Abundant in growth and a pure wildlife buffet;
water pool rippled as mountainous tears poured.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey


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A Beautiful Spring Day

                                                                    

A Beautiful Spring Day


There is a warm breeze coming from the West,
Creeping in forcing the landscape to get dressed.
The warm breeze snuggles against our face,
Then slowly holds us in a warm embrace.
With the warm breeze come the May flowers,
They have been enticed to bloom by the April showers.

The long cold winter has gone at last,
We look around and see the tender sprigs of green grass.
We see rabbits, squirrels and all kinds of birds,
To express our love of spring, we can find no words.
We see the lovers strolling down the lane,
They’re not anxious to see winter return again.

God has brought us this beautiful spring day,
The hint is to put all our winter things away.
To lie in the hammock, basking in the spring sun, so warm,
The tan on our face begins to transform.
God is among us, it’s easy to tell,
He brought us the warm breeze, and the flowers to smell.

©2010 Lynn B. Glover


 


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celsius

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/


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MEMORIES ON BRANCHES

            

              Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
       Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
         Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
          Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
             Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!

             A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
         From some distance, I have started to heard
         Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
       Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
        Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!

         First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
      Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
  Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
  Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!

                 Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
                Giving warning: careful during breaks
            Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
                Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
             Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!

                                         BY
                                    olive_eloi
                                     2:22 pm
                                   02/26/2014

CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE


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Memories Resurface

 It was winter, and I ceased to remember. 
 No dandelion blooms in December. 
 Their presence hadn't been seen since fall, 
 but they were prominent, I now recall. 
   
 At spring's first touch I saw the color, 
 even yellower than butter. 
 My heart began to flutter at one's wake. 
 This flower was alive, not a plastic fake. 
 Then everywhere they seemed to appear--- 
 the color of sun, the color of cheer. 
 Overwhelmingly, they possessed every lawn, 
 greeting each peculiar dawn. 
   
 As summer's sun began to blare, 
 their distinguished color dissolved into air. 
 Then something curious began to settle. 
 A magician's act dressed each faded petal 
 with points as lovely as songbirds nearby, 
 soft and clustered as lashes of the eye. 
 I could make a wish to blow them away, 
 but they'll leave more remnants as they stray. 
 They'll sprout with the sun and a soil that's wet. 
 Maybe I could never forget.


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Autumn Walk

I stroll along dogs running ahead then waiting for me as I peer at
the marvels nature spreads before me. A hollow in a trunk is home
to a squirrel who chatters angrily at me for intruding.


Lush yellow wheat fields
ears waving golden and plump
in blazing sunlight


The crops are ready for harvesting full and plump
maize for animal feed, corn for our bread and barley
to make beer. There will be a merry celebration when 
harvest is finally in 


Flush of sunflowers
standing so stately and tall
birds feeding on seeds


All these seeds and berries now ripened
and being feasted on by birds and rodents stocking
up on winter fat to see them through to spring . Now it
is time to hibernate the long cold days of Winter away 
until once again Winter relents turning into Spring


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Let out the light

May the snows stop
and the rain cease…
May the winds take shelter
and let the sun birds sing. 
Let out the spring!
Let out the spring!
I want the flowers to bloom
and the sun to shine
Let out the light!
I want tulips and roses 
lily’s and daisy’s
Let out the birds and the bee’s
the monarchs and the daisy’s 
I want the snows and the rains
the long winds and dark days
To finally end.
Let out the light!
Let out the spring!
                                                                    

                                                        1/14/2013


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Only Time Will Tell

Spring has been trying to appear this whole winter with warm days interspersed with freezing cold..Spring plants started to bloom in December with blossoms freezing and turning brown..In this spot on a hillside next to a swift running creek, frost appears with the slightest drop in temperature turning those lovely buds and blossoms brown..The beauty that is spring's finest hour has been tempered to a few spraggly blossoms on this hillside..The spring green of the trees has come alive in the last few days adorning my weary eyes with beauty..That wonderful green interspersed with white of a few blossoms..  

willow's spring green leaves swayed by the cold north west breeze.. bird pecks frozen bath
Spring has sprung but winter still trys to linger chilling and killing the pear crop and the blueberries that have formed..Will it just be a slight thinning or will it totally wipe out this fall's fruits?...Only time will tell...


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Cycles of Time

Slowly the leaves turn to different browns
bright chestnut, mahogany and walnut
each glistening with the dew of daybreak
a few starting to fall, spinning round and round

A chill wind blows in from the north
hoar frost hanging, sparkling fingers
ice underfoot makes it treacherous
and still the colours keep changing

Hot sultry sinful summer days
wafting scents tantalising noses
colourful splashes through the bed
crops growing, swelling ears of corn

Farmers hard at work bringing in the harvest
fodder for the cattle and wheat for our bread
a most bounteous feast is spread before us
put aside bad feelings and share together

Although Spring is the time of Rebirth
Autumn gives us the harvest of plenty
and so the circle of nature is complete
after autumn leaves comes a time to sleep

Now the lands lie farrow, resting and waiting
soon the snows of winter coating the land
the seeds lay sleeping waiting for spring
all this, mother nature freely gives to us


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Moods

The snow sifts down on my wintry world
And covers all with white;
I see it through the window now,
Unspotted, sparkling, bright.
No one has marred its pearly face
With tracks of brown and gray;
It saddens me to think that soon
Someone may need to pass this way.

Pretty flower faces,
Please come peeping through the snow.
Show us your lovely graces,
Your satins and your laces;
Let old man winter know he has to go.
It is time he did his packing,
His ice and snow quit flashing;
It is time he left and let spring breezes blow.


Details | Ballad | |

I'LL BE THINKING OF THE WARMEST SUNSHINE

I recall the cool light of the shortest days,
and the darkness of the longest nights;
I shivered under a blanket and that made dreams freeze,
even snowflakes hid stars to block their fading gleams!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
smelling flowers that are all mine!


March is warmer than February as days get longer;
I shouldn't wait any longer, but be that dancer:
leaping on scented meadows strewn with poppies, bluebells and daisies...
while my cheeks feel the warmth of the September sun mixing with breeze!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
dreaming of sunrises to opine!


I will invite the blue jays, the mockingbirds and the lively butterflies
to watch me dance...where's that blonde-haired boy who plays the flute?
I like to feel those golden sun rays as I felt them in the prime of my happy youth,
and isn't spring the pure essence of happiness that glows on a serene face?
Ill be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
observing lilies that climb and entwine!
     



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Winter blues

Tiny tips of green thrusting their way through the cold earth
You look and scratch your head and wonder, what did i plant there
Its cold, the tiny bulbs shiver as though close to death
Being a friendly gardener I try to block the wind  with care

Be off with you winter you've been here far to long move over for the spring
You have had your monents your chances to shine
You brought the snow to impress us and make childrens voices ring
Winter blues are all but over now , spring will be just fine.

Snow is beautiful I must admit,soft yet scrunchy underneath your feet
The snowman the children built did look rather swell
Carrot nose sultana eyes and clothes I hadnt  finished with yet
But with the sun peeping out, poor snowman doesnt look so well

So wintry sun are you the guide  for springs sunshine, you pathe the way
So those poor tips of green will grow  and bring forth flowers galore
The daffodils, tulips, freesia and snowdrops, loving the day
That the  sun will help you forget those winter  blues for sure.





Dated January 16th. 2013






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What Love is All About

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...

Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...


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As Snow Descends

I watch as white falls from the heights 
Where clouds of grey control the sky
The ground below no longer dry
As snow descends into our sights

The April air no longer warm
For winter rears it's blizzard head
The grip of spring for now is shed
As snow descends upon the farm

Within an hour the ground is gone
Three inches fallen but stills comes more
What once was green now a white floor
As snow descends long after dawn

The hours pass and snowing still
The city comes to screeching halt
For ice now coats all the asphalt
As snow descends upon the hills

A foot of snow as day turns night
And finally now the snow slows down
A silent white is to be found
As snow descends no more tonight

Plows are out and shovels in hand
A breath of life the new day brings
The people out to do their things
As snow descends upon new lands



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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


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Welcoming Spring

A breath of air bodes of sweet spring
And urges winter on his way.
A red breast robin on the wing
Is looking for a place stay,
To build a nest without delay.

The signs of spring are all around
Answering to Nature’s set alarms.
Snowbells are pushing from the ground,
While bees steal from a blossom’s charms
In daffodil fields on vast bulb farms.

In spring the world is young again
With new life sprouting everywhere.
Forgotten is the cold and pain.
As winter leaves without fanfare,
We rush to meet spring in mid-air.

By: Joyce Johnson
For: Francine's contest:   English Quintain a Spring day  Won a no. 1

written February 4th 2012






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Winter

What is this  white stuff the Doormouse said
Its called snow said the big rat, why aren't you in bed
It may  look like icing on a big cake
Trust me little fella, lovely it aint

Its cold and so wet, though looks crisp and  fine
Its used for making snow men and snowballs sometimes
But when out comes the sun with blury rays
It melts and run like the River Hayes

This causes flooding making people sad
Shaking their fists at the bad luck they've had
This makes vegetable expensive to buy
So soon they kiss all their  savings goodbye

This is called winter, but spring comes next
Along with the flowers, they've had a rest
Birds a tweeting bees that hum 
But best of all along comes the sun

From your winter den thats warm and snug
Shake yourself down give yourself a hug
Another winter over your still alive
Hello spring its great you've arrived







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A Silent Wave

A silent wave rushing inside my heart

Your hand leading me so far we won't depart

Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far

Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart.


Oh the thrill it was to hear

your voice so silent as I opened up to you

so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart


I was searching for a answer to a question for so long

there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart


Your voice Lord, in ways I never found

a silent whisper so very loud

inside my heart the silent wave replied

to me your love is so divine..


So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind

please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart.


Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Itching For Spring

Frosted breath designs the window pane
Now the whiteness blankets all the sky.
Cars are sliding sideways down the lane.
This winter melancholy makes me sigh.
I'm counting down to spring,I can't deny.

I clasp my coat to me,it's much too thin.
The zero air makes me shiver and shake.
There's frostbite forming on my nose and chin.
These cold and dreary times I just can't take.
If it wasn't frozen I'd jump in the lake!

Creatures great and small are struggling now.
Suffering from lack of food and heat.
They'll make it through till spring arrives somehow.
This dismal cold of winter will be beat
And all will welcome springtime,oh so sweet.

Soon the tender shoots and buds will bloom.
Blossoms will start painting up the land
We'll rid ourselves of all this wintry gloom.
Start dreaming of the sun-bleached,crystal sand.
Let spring and summer take the upper hand.




written January 15th, 2013


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Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.


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I Bid You Adieu

Winter I bid you adieu
your work is now done
the land is rested
and ready for new life

Slowly you release
your icy grip
and the snows
melt into puddles

Infinitely slowly
the land warms up
promise of new life
in every new bud

Spring only round the corner
soon all ablaze with colour
animals and birds give birth
joyful sights and sounds abound

Winter I bid you adieu
take your rest for now
lie in dormancy for the present
your time here done for this year


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A Seasons Dance

Autumn, a kittens purr before wakening jolt.
Sincere colors that differ each day,
Each fall day creeps up before winters bolt.
After barrenness thrives of nature’s way,
Sensual frosty covers, arrive as new born colt.
Only bold sunlight brilliantly begins to play.
Nature’s swing of new birth begins the molt.
Spreading beautiful dancers, this shall stay.
Delivering stanzas until another natural revolt,
All the seasons parade into cascading array.
Now the bold days of summer, defend the gray.
Creating blooming artifacts upon our display,
Each year delivers, only, what we all weigh.


Written by—Cecil Hickman 
Written on-- September 29th, 2013 


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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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My Favorite Number

I was born on July 20, 1958.

Being one of seven children and having a mid-summer birthday, even as a young boy, it was 
not uncommon for my birthdays to come and go without much fanfare.

In the winter of my Fifth Grade year at school, we had an assignment to write a short-story.  
I was already in love with writing way back then.  My short story was on a topic that was 
very much in the news at that time and a very interesting and exciting theme for a young 
boy.  I wrote a short story about me being the youngest astronaut in the space program and 
being selected to be the first astronaut to walk on the moon.  I was aware at the time, that 
the US and USSR were in a Cold War race to be the first country to achieve that lofty goal 
and I knew it was bound to happen soon.  To make my story even more special, I wrote that 
this wonderful event would take place over the coming summer, on my birthday!

Well, lo and behold, as the winter turned to spring and spring turned into summer the Apollo 
11 space mission launched from Cape Canaveral carrying three astronauts, two of whom 
were targeted to walk on the moon.

As my 11th birthday approached, without any notice from anyone else, I watched in awe as 
the Apollo 11 made its way to the moon.  On July 20th, 1969, the lunar landing module, 
Eagle, set down on the moon!  I remember expectantly waiting for the astronauts to be given 
permission to exit the Eagle and step foot on the moon’s surface as the hours of my birthday 
ticked down.  

It was about 10:00 pm eastern time when my parents finally sent us all to bed on the news 
that Mission Control made the decision to wait until the next day to send Neil Armstrong out 
of the lunar module.  With tears in my eyes, I went to bed thinking that I missed my chance 
to share my birthday with history and to have had my short story prognostication come true.

At a few minutes before 11:00 my parents woke all of us up to come watch as Neil 
Armstrong could wait no longer and talked Mission Control into letting him walk on the moon 
without further delay.

So, at about 11:00 pm, on my 11th birthday, the men from Apollo 11 walked on the moon for 
the first time in history.  One small step for man and one giant link to history for one small 
boy in Charleston, West Virginia.

And, that is when 11 became my favorite number.


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Life Is Like

Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.



(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)


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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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Four Seasons

I look at the seasons and what do I see
But wonder and awe at Gods tapestry

The spring is so beautiful as it brings new life
Song birds are singing defusing my strife
The gardens are sprouting with wonderful care
Each one a mosaic with all of its wares

When summer rolls by now what do I see
But bikinis and girls that are so heavenly
There's hot rods galore with classics too
They rev and they roar looking so new

Now as fall settles in a season so fair
The leaves are a changing with a nip in the air
Now frost is a coming to put nature asleep
But the colors it gives is quite a treat

As winter arrives it blankets the ground
With a white soft coating that surely abounds
The animals are nestled each in their own beds
Dreaming of spring where they lay their heads

Another year over the seasons are fun
Next year will be new with that I am done






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Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013


The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene


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Good Bye Winter

it’s snowing again
why won’t winter leave?
please leave let spring in
snow was great as kid
but I hate it now

not cold no ice
I hate to slip
slipping sliding
never for me

where’s the sun
spring is here
good-bye snow

want heat
no cold

Spring


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Window

In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena


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Enjoy Natures Thrill

The feeling of grass beneath my feet,
the smell of fresh roses in the air;
The need to quench my thirst,
and shield my eyes from the suns’ bright glare.

The craving I have for an ice-cream,
and all of my prayers for the rain;
There’s no question about it,
-Summer is here once again!

No wind to cool your skin,
life depends on the swimming pool;
If I lived beside the coast,
perhaps at night I’d be more cool.

The stars above me laugh,
they know I’m not at peace;
In Summer they watch as I melt;
and in Winter I’m wrapped up in fleece.

There’s no winning with this weather;
I long for the Autumn and Spring;
I hate the coldness of Winter;
and the discomfort that Summer can bring.

But I love the Summer’s night sky;
and the distant storms that crawl;
I love the smells after the rain;
And looking up from beneath trees that are tall.

My mind’s in such a muddle;
perhaps that’s why I can’t be still;
I guess I should learn to adapt;
and just enjoy, natures’ thrill. 


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the wait is over

warm wind on bare arms
shy grass reaches for the sun
hibernation done


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Be sweet and young

People do not like
characterless one
Nature does not like
the old and aged….

New leaves grow in the trees
After the winter, in the spring
various flowers bloom
many birds sing……

People do not like sour
If it is even a grape
Men do not like a soldier
If he is not brave…..

Our societies do not like
the sour and old
So be sweet and young
and be brave.......


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A Season's Dance

Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the  palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.

Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13


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Season Of Shorts

The day is brrrry.
I stay inside, drive everywhere I go.
Longing for my birthday,
Groundhog's Day,
and all that comes after.
The melting, the warmer winds,
the lengthening days, 
the things that bring
the depressed spirit back to life.
Window-staring,
watching the layered, coated people
walk shivering on the sidewalk.
It's almost time.
The season of shorts will soon arrive.

1/22/2013


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Poignant Haiku

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn


distant hill
a river carrying
the spring


rolling out
of the rice fields –
remaining snow


spring’s end
my infant fingers 
the fallen petal


sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon

 
autumn dawn --
mother serves white rice
on an almond leaf

 
autumn sky
patches of twilight
in the falling leaf


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Spring Showers

Spring showers?
Blooming flowers?

Or deceitful ground hog?
Crawling up its bound log?

Instead of rain,
I see the snow.

Expected fishing,
Turned to hopeful wishing.

I have no bite,
I see no kite.

Winter is still a'blossom,
Cause' the blossom isn't living.

Still dragging under the snow,
While the winds harshly blow.

This is an odd Spring,
Something God could only bring!

Spring Showers
4/5/13


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Seasons

Autumns here, not to cold
Roses are still blooming
Looking around I see lots to do
Dead heading,weeding and pruning

Bulbs ive bought for next year
To pop their heads up here and there
And the sweet pea seed pods
Are drying in the air

It's time to tidy up our plot
With lots of digging too
Weeds to pull, beds to hoe
Lots of things will have to go

You know you have to be a little brave
If that roseyou want to save
But you will learn that over time
You have to be cruel
Just to be kind

The flower beds need a tidy
Take all the dead stuff off the top
Veg plotsbeing well dug over
Waiting for next years crop

Pruning back wayward branches
Collecting  seeds, next year to sow
Burning up the collected debre
Long gone are the neat vegies in straight rows

The lawn will soon need it's final cut
All the birds have flown their nests
Must take down the nesting boxes
To clean and get rid of pests

September now with harvest moon
Time will fly and very soon
Christmas will be here
I hear you cry
And then its over 
In the blink of an eye

And then ........
Springs around the corner
 With wondrous thing to see
Bulbs popping up above the ground
Giving joy to you and me

And when all the hard works done
You can sit back and be pleased
Wind, frost, rain and sun
You've grown all that you need

The seasons cycle will start again
And it will be time
Seed catalogueat the ready
More varieties to find

Seeds to sow , hpoe they'll grow
The lawn will soon need it's 1st mow 
The summer months to enjoy 
But really it's just a ploy

It all starts again 
For another year 
For harvest festival 
Is here again for another year


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Seasons Of Affairs

The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.

It started out as a mer gaze,
Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
We were lost in a lovely maze
Surviving the long autumn days.
 
Can we handle the freezing cold?
The one that wraps us close and hold
Unto each other like glimmering gold
As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.
 
We slit in half when spring arrived
As I believed love was thrived,
I felt you had my heart revived
But it was clear you were contrived.
 
Now summer begins to boil down
And I can see all your endless frown,
You indeed fooled me like a clown
So now I watch our affair slip, drown.
 
Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoy autumn’s weather?


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September's Child Part one

Born in Autumn, a buffer season
Not Summer with days of sun
Fields of green with life abounding
And sparkling clear springs.
Not Winter with her majestic wonderland
Of brisk cold winds which kiss the skin
Of gentle snowflakes that fall to earth
Of a blanket of snow that sheets the earth
A covering that allows all to sleep for its rebirth.
Not Spring the beginning of life anew
When snowy fields give way to green grass kissed by Morning's dew
Of promises of love, the inner mating call
Spring a season of life, the most beautiful of all.


Born in Autumn
Things die, They give way
To winds that blow decaying leaves
From once beautiful green trees
Autumn poor Autumn how it yearns to live
A season of brilliant colors
Colors that are false for they hide
The fact what Autumn colors dies.
A season where not sure
Too cold to go bare arm
Too warm to wear a coat
So sweaters were made
Not too cold, not too hot are these days.

Spring a season of love
Summer a season of fun
Winter a season of rest
But Autumn a season of labor
You must reap the harvest
You must prepare for Winter.

I fell in love with a girl of Spring
A joyful, lovely, spirited thing
Her eyes were wild
Upon her face there was a suspicious smile
She was every thing a man could want
Carefree, laughter, emotions of Joy
O' my heart did she toy
Bountiful, free yes was she
This little girl of Spring.

I am a child of September
Born in the month that begat Autumn
Withdrawn, quiet, working hard
I have a strong desire to change the world
Just as Autumn does
It breaks down Summer, forces him to yield
To give birth to Winter
That is what Autumn does
And for all it's glory-for all it's change
Winter blankets him with her snow
So the change of Autumn goes unknown
So is the life of me
Only changing the scenery temporarily.

The other seasons understand
They have their place in time
They yield their beauty grand
But Autumn yearns for it all
He wants to fight
He waves his colors boastfully
He shines with colors bright
And Winter, she only laughs
And blankets him with her snow.

I fight for beliefs I hold dear
But yet I yield them to Time.
For Time rules all the seasons supreme
Time is the Father of all things
Time tells us we must only love
Those in which seasons we can share
Autumn could have Winter which he proceeds
But Summer has Spring which he succeeds
Autumn to Winter, Summer to Spring
That is how Time made it.

       (continued September's Child Part two)







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Jonquil Bulbs

Just
Over the
Next hill
Quietly resting
Underneath the
Icy ground
Lay the jonquils.

Bulbs 
Unscathed by
Long winter days
Bearing the promise of 
Spring.


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Appalachian Seasons

We welcome Spring with blooms
From bright red and yellow tulips
It feels like the season of flumes
With the scent of fresh hyssops

Summer skies roll on around
With gently floating white clouds 
Fresh mown lawns cover the ground
Leaving crisp, emerald shrouds

When Autumn happens through
With orange, red and amber hues
The entire world is a changed view
Mountains painted brilliantly new

Winter covers the world in white
Enchanting icicles hanging from trees
All the world is dazzling even at night
It’s a wonderland of a peaceful freeze

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
In the Appalachian Mountains we find
There is no place to be found any better
Seasons of bliss surround us with a design

God’s paintbrush has chosen our world
To leave impressions of such joy and beauty
Colors assorted, mixed and swirled
To create a vision of dreamy bounty

 ©July 29, 2014
Written for Vibrant Verses Contest


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Wintry Glaze

The first day of spring arrived one week ago
Leaving winter behind like a shadow

Mornings after were filled with sunlight
Dancing daffodils and budding trees in highlight

But winter won’t give up the fight so easy
Weatherman calls for rain, it’s now freezing

As the spring rains first begin to flow 
Prayers go out that there will be no snow

Forgetful of the most harsh winter days
We didn’t pray to miss the icy glaze

This morning in awe I stepped out to find
Winter has left one last mark for the time

Like beautiful crystal it hangs off the trees
Coating like glass all that one sees

It sparkles like firelight reflecting sun’s rays
This most wondrous icy wintry glaze




Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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Has Spring Sprung

Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese, or picking up family?

Looking at the calender I see we are getting into mid March and days are longer,
Could it be that the winter has lost its sharp teeth and the might of frosts gone,
A thousand welcomes to Spring but it cannot bring back youth or thicken my hair,
Or enable us to offer the first gathered violets to dear souls in their heavens.

The fowled of the farm yard lay, the pheasants crow in the copse the ring dove coos,
The linnet and the gold finch sing while man looks to fences and drains and water levels,
Next is ploughing and sowing, pruning and planting and talking of good years gone,
Spring stirs all with her mighty influence from the depths of the soil and heart.

So spring is with us and she will throw off one dark and gloomy coat after another,
And spring will chase away winter with his hardly wrinkled face and keen eye for beauty,
It is march rough yet pleasant, vigorous and strong with hope and strength and lovely voice,
His gales will come rushing and sounding over forest and lea and shake nature wide awake.

The tacamahac shows off its long furry green catkins, the mezereon its clustered blossoms,
Then the splendid red China rose unfolds itself to the fresh air, and green pastures return,
Coltsfoot and cardamine embellish old fallows and the star of Bethlehem gleams in the woods,
Crocus spreads around like a purple flood over the old established meadows, spring is sprung.


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Seasons

Brief moment in time
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
Epoch of wonder


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Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
remember.
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.


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The Unpacked Suitcases

O loving, tender spring,

   full of growing things,

Why is there winter in your eyes?

Your quick visit has hurried 

   your slow, fermenting graces ----

Everywhere, far and wide

   blinding snow!

   blowing endless white!

No more your balmy breeze

   to lead me outside!


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LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT SPRING

Oh
She can be radiant
In twirls of pink laced blossoms
Head filled with her songs of the season
Letting go at top volumn
In daffodil thrills and
Lady slippers.

Spring is rather sassy
Lingering in gardens she should
Be caressing in veils of spider's webs
Dressing beds of flowers for
Hours beneath dressed up trees
And roses spilling buds for bloom
Soon.

Spring
Really does not need me
To said a word about her charm
She alarms noone...not even the
Tiny birds or worms, bumble bees
Or butterflies
All humming and singing in unison
Because she's come...

Sometimes winter drags along for another
Day or two
Bringing rain and snow, just won't go,
Hearing about the party about to begin and
Stays to become an invited friend.
Spring is polite
Won't put up a fight until...until...
The sun yells, and stomps her feet,
Telling winter to retreat,
Quite a feat!

Spring!
A most favoriet time of year
Where cares are brought to rest
Because Spring,
Does it best.

Look at spring struct
Iris blades on parade
Spider's wort yawning
Gardens stretching in green.
Spring, queen of seasons...
Spring is a delight
An awesome sight!
Wait and see!
Wait and see!
cYNTHIA

A Poet Who Loves To Sing...About Spring and
Every other thing!
5:23-24 p.m.
March 25, 2013
Just sitting here, mind at play!


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Weary

Flowers have taken
to their beds.
To remedy
weary heads.
Tinted leaves rain
blanketing down
tucked cozy, snug in
dormant ground.

Snowy slush
whispers white
windswept dogwood
serenade the night.
Shooting stars
glisten diamond dust.
Kaleidoscopes
swirling in
the stormy gust.

Dancing, prancing in
Wintrous chill.
flowers oblivious
against the spill.
Infinitely nature's
surmise, another
season in disguise.

Eager for that
moment to rise
mottled heads.
Sprouting up,
Hues bright on
melted beds.
How fitting is a
season's amend.
not to fret where
warmth has been.


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Garden Club Ruse Finality part 2

The years passed, things never did get better..
Her Garden Club was the only thing that held her together
The mental abuse had taken it’s toll...
As far as he was concerned he owned her soul..
She now felt she had no recourse..
And decided she had to find a source..
To end this life as she knew it..
And move on without the commitment...
It was a Friday one cold winter day..
He told her he was going to Vegas to play..
But we have no money, you said yesterday..
No, YOU !  have no money he said and...
I wish you were dead...
He had bragged for years, this day would come
When he would choose another one..
But before I leave...he had a request..
Make me my favorite dinner...for me and a guest
She is younger than you and oh what a catch..
So she went to the freezer to find and fetch..
A suitable roast for he and his guest...
She found just the right thing for his favorite meal..
A large leg of lamb, or was it Veal ?
It was heavy, about twenty pounds she thought...
What was I thinking when this was bought ?
Back in the kitchen, he was still raving...
About how useless this marriage was of saving...
I really don’t care what happens to you...
But I’ll see you get nothing, not even a shoe...
With that she swung the 20 pound roast...
It smashed in his skull, he was dead right away...
Oh my, she said, what a way to start the day...
She grabbed the roast and put it in a pan...
And began to figure out a plan... of what to do with this man...
She thought for a moment and remembered the strife..
That went with her ordering that “ Ginzu “ knife...
It was a TV offer she couldn’t pass up, never needed sharpening....
 and cut thru bone..order one now and get one free..
It was the first and last time she used the credit card and that was in 1963.
The knife worked well, she thought , now that was a bargain
Placed the parts in a bag and headed for the garden...
Body parts were buried in the dirt..
And she smiled upon the burning of her shirt..
She took the roast to her Garden Club meeting..
It was a special event and guess who was speaking ?
The Chief of Police and his subject was on spousal beating..
And by the way he said he would like the recipe for his wife..
The weeks went by, she was happy everyday...
 And then it happened, is was the first of May..
 The big event she had waited for all year..
 Her entry of the “ *Amorphophallus Titanum “...
 Oh how proud she was...when awarded top prize..
 A very rare plant, said the Judge...and has a very weird odor..
And it’s not very pleasant...as a matter of fact
 It smells like rotting meat , said another, sorta sour.
Which is why said the Judge..it’s commonly called the ...* Corpse Flower..
                                                                                          

 * Native to the rainforest, flowers are rare and if it blooms,
Is one of approximately 140 recorded in history...
Most recently on display in New York City in 2012...


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Nursery of Winds

In the glistening of Spring
young winds are born,
hatchling mouth gaping
for frozen bits of thermal carrion,
gleaning what nourishment they can
from the keening of last winter’s gales.

Summertime zephyrs are on their own,
casting themselves in currents of warmth,
deciding from moment to moment 
whether they will caress or sting.
They move as they must
for only those most fit
may sail forward into Fall.

Late autumn gales dance in glee,
plucking the trees for adornments
to dress themselves, pushing
the dead scales of summer
through wild ranges
to line west facing cliffs
in hopes of spawning anew.

And in the depths of winter’s bite
they prance in waxing and waning strength,
mating with abandon,
showcasing the power of vernal rage,
cradling each other’s breezes
in the glacial nooks of high rocks,
Scattering truth in their wake,
waiting for Spring.


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Our first walk of the Spring

Our neighbour's excited spaniel pups spring up to us with the joys of Spring as the trees and shrubs are about to bud as do the garish litter bags thayt no surburban lane would be the same in Britain without the hard work of litter louts. Birds flit from hedge to hedge, the sparrows not rare here neither are yellow or red finches; the winter berries still in bloom as early cherries shyly blossom as though tjheir impertinence will not go unpunishred by snowy winds that have made a tactical retreat rather surrender to a warmer world. 
Couples walk walk and talk as dog owners talk their walk while the former tiny Methodist chapel aintefd a pink that no Wesleyan would praise that or the 'For Sale' sign that the owners' grandon secures the windows before he enthusiastically hoes the roses and everyithing else in a desperate bid to sell as the sap in house prices is on the rise. across the road the large modern homes are crowded in for protection from the ghostly threat of tjhe lord of the manor's remians of his moat, a reminder once a once medieval power as bullocks with no degerence roam and anser to the the mooing of the cows in the fields nearby that are fed by the the farm hand with tractor and trailer never getting out of his vehicle to face this phalanx led by the bull that lord's over them. 
wE walk home replenished as the first day of warmth so we can stop and stare with no shiffer there as the sun goes down peacefully. coming homegulls swirl overr the estuary in mock anyance on such a spring day as the lower sky blushes light pink as the higher sky is a pale navy blue in a beutiful Spring sunset after all our Winter woes.


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Of Loving You

In winter I miss spring time rains,
In sunmmer I miss the coldness of snow,
When the sun beams down I miss the 
Clandestine moon, cool and aloof,
And
When you're not here with me,
I miss your warm embrace.
I miss the moments we share, so precious,
So treasured,
Yet
The depth of my missing you cannot be measured
In tears
Or fears
When lonliness overwhelms me.

I love you!
Missing you is but an extension of this love.
I'll be loving you, missing you, be lonely for you,
Until I am no more, and somehow, I know,
Even after.
I tell you I miss you, get lonely for you,
Not to make your spirits sag or to erase
The smile from your face.
I am only sharing a feeling of caring, of wanting and
Needing - 
As constant as the midnite hour,
As natural as winter's snow and
Summer's warmth,
Spring time flowers,
As that clandestine moon...
The stars
The trees
The grass...
I love you!
Miss you when we are not together!
I get lonely for you!

In winter I miss spring time rains,
In summer, I miss the coldness of snow!

Cynthia



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The Looking Glass

Not quiet sure how much time has past 
Since I saw your face through the looking glass
Could be now or could be forever 
Time has no meaning anyway 
Middle winter feels like spring 
Just like everything 
Except you 


What does it mean? That’s the conclusion 
A universe of shadows and illusion 
Where the stars come out in daytime and the sun sets in the east 
How do you feel?
I ask the question, to stop the panic in my brain but you tell me its all in vein 
Now the clarity is here because you are so near to me 
I hear your happy voice (and it makes me want to rejoice)
Looked outside when I was in 
Now I’m living my dream 

Not quiet sure how much time has past 
Since I saw your face through the looking glass
Could be now or could be forever 
Time has no meaning anyway 
Middle winter feels like spring 
Just like everything 
Except you 


So know I know I have the answer 
A song a tune a whistle in my heart 
Keeping my day from falling apart
Holding hands with you makes me fall in love with you 
(Over and over again)
No need now for the looking glass
Just want the time to pass 
Before we can be again 

Not quiet sure how much time has past 
Since I saw your face through the looking glass
Could be now or could be forever 
Time has no meaning anyway 
Middle winter feels like spring 
Just like everything 
Except you 


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Escape from Winter

Pin prick tattoos from wind nipped lobes,
designs from cracked and wrinkled scrolls;
don’t leave me in these Winter robes
a  wand’ring soul…a wand’ring soul.

I don’t embrace night drunken suns
or drizzly, drowsy rootlessness
where vines lay bare ‘round garden runs,
such fruitlessness…such fruitlessness.

I’m horrified by North-wind chides
that seep through secret cracks in doors.
Don’t leave me where the Winter thrives
o’er frosty shores… o’er frosty shores.

I’m numb when sun is layered thin
and ricochets off bars of ice
and snowmen judge my every sin
with winter vice… with winter vice.

Just take me with you when you leave
away from teasing thaws of war,
where trees take shapes from the bereaved 
no Spring in store… no Spring in store.

Don’t leave me in this haunted lair,
the dank and dismal realms of night;
my heart can’t bare the stale affair
all painted white… all painted white. 


Details | Free verse | |

September's Child Part two

  ( continued from September's Child Part one)

But Autumn does not love Winter
Autumn yearns for Spring
But Spring with her bubbling laughter
It is Summer she chases after
Hurt and disgusted Autumn becomes
A season of depression for his love rejected
His leaves of orange, red and gold
Turn to a decaying brown.

He tries in vain to change
To conquer Winter
Yes if this he could do
Then Spring will he be with
But Winter strong, her winds they blow
She buries him with blizzards of snow.

September's Child
A love he has lost
September's Child
Alone and tormented
Spring she will not have him
Summer shines him by
Winter she does control him
Autumn the season when love dies.

September's Child through he breathes
The breath of life
Deep inside he has died
For a love he can not have.

Came September I looked up at the trees
Red, orange , gold were her leaves
I plucked a few from her arms
And kept them in a paper sack of brown.

And I released them into the wind
That Spring.


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Season Circle

When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.

It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,

'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.

In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.

Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.

The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."

When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.

The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.

As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.

The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.

This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.

A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.

The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.


Details | Free verse | |

Nocturne of The Orient

Nocturne of The Orient

I woke upon a winter’s morn,
To find that summer had long gone.
And simpler games of summer days
Have turned to chess--where I’m a pawn.
I feel my heart where it was torn--
As sharp of edge as with a knife--
And know that I have lost the ways
That sheltered me from winter’s strife.

And where were you my summer song?
When I awoke no more to hear
Your graceful melody of care
Float gently ‘round and fill my ear
With essence, pure! Still lingered long,
Your heartfelt tune of life and loss--
To close my eyes would see you there;
An ancient soul of yin* and joss.**

Though shorn from life, my sweetest dreams
Still come to me when dusk brings sleep.
That little death that brings release,
While still I slumber dark and deep,
And rends my night upon its seams,
When wondrous sights I do behold--
That bring at last my soul some peace,
And chase out much of winter’s cold.

© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved

*yin - the feminine passive principle in nature that in Chinese cosmology is exhibited in darkness, cold, or wetness and that combines with yang to produce all that comes to be. Hence, yin=Femininity, and yang=masculinity.

**joss - a Chinese idol (or roughly, a deity). AKA, Spirituality

Thus, an ancient soul of femininity and spirituality.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

THE FOUR QUEENS

The Spring Queen....... 
Delicate blooms 
Fresh and new 
Emerging colour too 

Her dress..... 
The colour of new green, 
finished off in blue 
Edged in snow drops 
They follow her too 

A walk through the trees 
The lightest touch of her hand 
and the leaves come forth 
Banishing the winds from the north 
That special bond... 
With spring honey bees 
The colour................ 
All from the Spring Queen's wand 

A crown wrought from gold, 
set on flaxen hair 
Set with jewels and leaves 
The colour to unfold 
Such magic the wand weaves 

Spring Queen......... 
budding colours........ 
to be seen 
Fresh and green 

Spring Queen,  touching summers day 
The full blossom 
Summer Queen 
Tumultous green 
The colour at play 

The summer flowers 
The colour glows 
The Summer Queen walks through 
Forests and meadows 
The colour changing too 

Summer queens' crown 
Finest gold............ 
Bejewelled in flowers 
A caress of hand............... 
Petalled land.... 
All around 

Dense leaves 
of forest green 
Gild the brocade....... 
of the Summer Queen 

Summer beginning to fade 
Autumn coming............. 
Autumn Queen, 
sweeping through the glade 

Leaves turning, 
the sun , no longer burning 
Rich orange and red 
Yellows and browns too 
Colour changing, 
with Autumn's tread 

Shades of brown and red......... 
on her cape 
The leaves begin to fall....... 
With a toss of her head 
She makes her way to the hall 

The quiet rustle....... 
Of Autumn....... 
On her bustle 
The colour to fall............. 
As she walks to the castle wall 

Her crown of bronze...... 
and turning leaves 
Scattered trail........... 
To the hall 
Welcoming hail 
The end of Autumn 
The Autumn Queen grieves 

The passing of... 
The wand so... 
North wind.......... 
The first winter snow 

Winter crown.......... 
of the Winter Queen 
Platinum and fox fur......... 
The finest seen....... 

The wand changing too...... 
Once bronze....... 
Now blue, 
chased with silver..... 
The stars flew 

Quiet fall of snow......... 
From the north wind 
So long ago........... 
Lost reasons.......... 
The changing seasons 

The four Queens 
Within......... 
Natures ring..... 
Natures call 
The castle wall......... 
The wand that binds them all 


Details | Sonnet | |

Heart Warrior

As winter turns to spring I’ll see her there,
With eyes that cast aside my bashful mask,
And with a snowdrop’s kiss I am aware
The year ahead is now a simple task.
With eyes that cast aside my bashful mask,
My fingers feel the earth beneath my nails,
The year ahead is now a simple task,
She turns the wheel again so life prevails.
My fingers feel the earth beneath my nails,
While planting seeds to greet the summer sun
She turns the wheel again so life prevails,
I smile again as Brigid’s works is done
And with a snowdrop’s kiss I am aware 
As winter turns to spring I’ll see her there.


Details | Free verse | |

WINDS OF WINTER BE THOU SUNKIST

O’ winds of winter be thou Sunkist
To touch the streams of my heart amidst
As the warmth of a Spring morning anew
Let your breath kiss the banks of my soul,
As with a touch of sweet honey dew

.. And I shall be renewed...

As with a touch of sweet honey dew
Let your breath kiss the banks of my soul,
As the warmth of a Spring morning anew
To touch the streams of my heart amidst
O’ winds of winter be thou Sunkist



Details | Quatrain | |

I dream of spring

With winter upon me I start to dream of spring.
Though my senses feel numb I can’t feel anything.
I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul.
Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll.

I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air.
Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there.
The trees begin to blossom as they come alive.
The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive.

I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice.
The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice.
 They gather up twigs to construct a new nest.
They work until dark and then they do rest.

The days grow much longer I see so much light.
 It seems like a beacon to guide me from night.
The sun grows strong and everything grows.
The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows.

I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly.
I just spread my wings and take to the sky.
 I look down to see all the world down below
The seeds that were planted are starting to grow.

I see spring much like a return of the senses
Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus.
The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air.
 Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.


Details | Quatrain | |

The seasons change

Not so long ago I stood in the sun.
Taking in the warmth and having some fun.
The days were long and the sky so blue,
The days were long yet I longed for you…

The days grow shorter the warmth is gone,
Leaves change colors winter won’t be long.
Frost glitters in the sun and melts away,
Things slowly fade that I wish could have stayed.

The wind gets colder the skies grow dark,
They rip through me sending a chill to my heart.
I look to the sky and see the birds fly away
Fall is gone and winter is on the way.

The sky opens up and the snow begins to fall.
It blankets the earth covering it all.
Still I remember what buried below,
I must wait until spring for it to show.

The sun grows stronger the winter ices melt.
As it touches my skin the warmth is felt.
Birds return singing as if to rejoice,
The rebirth of spring seems to be in their voice.

As years fly by so many seasons and change
As a new one comes, the last moves out of range.
The seasons become like stages in life
Some filled with beauty, others with strife.

Spring becomes like when you begin,
Summer is the times in the life that you win.
Autumn is like when you start to grow old.
Winter becomes tears frozen from cold.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Fireflies Danced

In the late of autumn you noticed me and I trusted for what seemed to be the first time.
And the night found us talking alone, the stars surveying us, smiling on our innocence as
the evening's chill gave us leave to be closer.
But the winter brought change and with the snow came solitude.
You were far from me.
And days passed.
And springtime spread before me.
And summer found me busy, but watching you from the corner of my eye, hoping you saw me
too, holding my breath in anticipation.
But no change came.
And though, I longed to dance with you across the fields, bathed in moonlight, you were
out of reach... and the fireflies danced instead.
So, fall approached and the soft warm sunlight caught in the changing leaves, but the
coolness in the air did not draw us together again.
No, it only reminded me of our distance.
So, I learned to admire this beauty without you, but still I watched you from afar.
Yet, winter passed, spring faded, and summer stretched.
And the fireflies danced again.
Autumn fell, winter slipped, and spring unwound.
And the fireflies danced again.
And those months filled themselves with friends and laughter and lessons and tears, but
still I waited for you.
And the fireflies danced again.
So, slowly I relinquished certain things: ideals and daydreams, but not hope.
And the sun still cast a warm glow on the leaves and the wind continued to remind me of
you and spring never ceased to be itself.
And in their time, the fireflies danced again.
And I laughed deeper and loved more freely and I discovered that even when I put it all on
the line, I really couldn't lose it all.
Somehow, I always walked away with something.
And that year I marveled at those blinking, winged lights and I learned who I was and what
it meant most to be me and I let people in and I allowed myself to dream dreams without
you, to let you go.
And finally, those airy lights, those firefly friends of mine, brought back the fondest
memories... and at last I danced with them.


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Has Spring Sprung

Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese, or picking up family?

Looking at the calender I see we are getting into mid March and days are longer,
Could it be that the winter has lost its sharp teeth and the might of frosts gone,
A thousand welcomes to Spring but it cannot bring back youth or thicken my hair,
Or enable us to offer the first gathered violets to dear souls in their heavens.

The fowled of the farm yard lay, the pheasants crow in the copse the ring dove coos,
The linnet and the gold finch sing while man looks to fences and drains and water levels,
Next is ploughing and sowing, pruning and planting and talking of good years gone,
Sprimg stirs all with her mighty influence from the depths of the soil and heart.

So spring is with us and she will throw off one dark and gloomy coat after another,
And spring will chase away winter with his hardly wrinkled face and keen eye for beauty,
It is marxh rough yet pleasent, vigorous and strong with hope and strength and lovely voice,
His gales will come rushing and sounding over forest and lea and shake nature wide awake.

The tacamahac shows off its long furry green catkins, the mezereon its clustered blossoms,
Then the splendid red China rose unfolds itself to the fresh air, and green pastures return,
Coltsfoot and cardamine embellish old fallows and the star of Bethlehem gleams in the woods,
Crocus spreads around like a purple flood over the old established meadows, spring is sprung.


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 | I do not know? | |

winter wonderland

Winter Wonderland
We were stuck,
In that winter wonderland.
Flowers froze,
Announcing are intimacy
More delicate than a rose.
The touch,
The feel,
Of you’re your hardworking hands.
Swallowed and took over,
My memory glance.
Glazed over eyes,
Putting me in a perpetual lust.
Making my guards weaken
Needing no knowledge of trust.
We were stuck.
In that winter wonderland.
Holding on to stolen kisses
Keeping warm.
Putting us in forever bliss.
For me it was more,
For you it was less.
We were stuck 
In that winter wonderland. 
Trust,
No knowledge of it.
When you said we were safe
I believed
When you said that you love me
I believed 
But trust there was no trust.
That touch
That feel.
White powered noses
Had us stuck.
In that winter wonderland.
Never seeing the spring or fall.
The spring of your disease 
And the fall of our wonderland.
We were not stuck
But afraid.
To move, to leave
Because me not knowing 
And you not showing.
Lead me to believe 
That we were free.
No protection needed.
It was like letting a ship sail
Through full of diseases.
I never knew that those
3 letter words would end my life.
Aids
Damn I didn’t think twice.
And that white,
Beautiful snow we snorted
Had me feeling distorted.
Stuck in that winter
Wonder land.







Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The winter of the Heart

The Winter of the heart is where the heart is cold and ridged to the love of Christ unable to worship Him.
However, there is a spring to the winter of the heart.
If we just give our hearts to Jesus, He can bring heat to the willing heart and unfreeze it with His warm and loving spirit,
Giving us the love we so desperately need.
His amazing grace gives the unsaved a place of refuge.
Filling the emptiness inside the ridged heart with love, peace,
and joy. Renewing their strength and faith.
Overflowing their cup with a blessing only Jesus can give with His touch. He toughs the winter of the heart, turning it into a spring day of rain that melts the snow away.
In addition, giving even the most lost heart a way to pick up their cross forever, carrying it on  


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