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The Stone

The Tale below was carved one night,
Upon the Stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might

.                         Preface

Well James made Beth his lovely bride
(And angels smiled, though teary eyed)
...their bodies bound, their spirits tied
.........their bodies bound, their spirits tied

Upon her hand, a shimmer shone,
As bright as blood, a ruby Stone 
...and brighter still, as love had grown
.........and brighter still, as love had grown

Soon James was sent to man a sail
So Beth removed her wedding veil
...her eyes were bright, her face was pale
.........her eyes were bright, her face was pale

“Well, I’ll be here when you return”
Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn
...a kiss that made her body burn
.........a kiss that made her body burn

.                         BETH’S TALE

1.              The Dream
One night, within a dream deformed,
The cawing of a Crow informed
“...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed
.........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed

Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed
The Ship of Death was surely doomed
...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed
.........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed

Your James... denied by Davy Jones!
His spirit gone, his flesh and bones
...are resting now amongst the Stones
.........are resting now amongst the Stones”

2.               The Quest

Awoken by the ebon Wight
And beckoned by the baneful bight
...I left before the morning light
.........I left before the morning light

Throughout the realm I rode a roan
Until, in time, I reached the Stone
...where shades and dreams in darkness groan 
.........where shades and dreams in darkness groan 

While skipping up and down the sky
A missing moonbeam mocked my eye
...enough to make a Swallow cry
.........enough to make a Swallow cry

For someone stole a star or two
And something else that fate withdrew – jewel of joy, my James Bijou jewel of joy, my James Bijou

The shadows of the evening swelled
Where demons of the dusk had dwelled
...and in the far, a vesper knelled
.........and in the far, a vesper knelled

The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold –
Between the runes, a vapour strolled
...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled
.........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled

A Raven on a branch, enthroned,
Her wings waved once, a wail intoned
...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned
.........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned

I lay beside the Stone, his bride
I lay beside the Stone and cried
...but were it I, instead, that died
.........but were it I, instead, that died

The rainbow of the moon fell dim
A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim if to hide all hint of him if to hide all hint of him

Between the willows in the swale
There sang a Bird, a Nightingale
...which left me faint and feeling frail
.........which left me faint and feeling frail

3.              Contact

I felt him breathe within a breeze
Responding to my anguished pleas
...and leaves blew by abandoned trees
.........and leaves blew by abandoned trees

“I miss you too, my darling Beth”
Re-echoed from the Ship of Death
...the future buried in a breath
.........the future buried in a breath
The Stone lit up a ruby sheen
And clouds were kindled crystalline
...with consequences, unforeseen
.........with consequences, unforeseen

Above, the wretched Raven soared
To where the Ship of Death lay moored
...beneath, the icy ocean roared
.........beneath, the icy ocean roared

4.               Release

I’m joined with James beneath the Stone,
Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown,
...for nevermore to be alone
.........for nevermore to be alone

.                         Epilogue

That night the wayward winds were weird 
The Ship of Death had disappeared
...coyotes called and mortals feared
.........coyotes called and mortals feared

At dusk, the craven shadows crawled
At dawn, the winds of mourning called
...upon the Stone two names were scrawled
.........upon the Stone two names were scrawled

The Raven sits, with wings outspread,
Atop the Stone which shades the dead sometimes shimmers ruby red sometimes shimmers ruby red

.                         Epitaph

Between the sounds, where silence seeps,
Their love lives on and never sleeps
...and yet, the weeping willow weeps
.........and yet, the weeping willow weeps

inspired by ~fc~

Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature
Bight: a bay or gulf
Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land

Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013

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A Little Snowflake

There once was a little snowflake
that was beautiful, cold and white
He was created up high within the clouds
during a storm one winters night

There were millions and millions of other flakes
but, no two that look alike
So, every snowflake received a name
and, his given name was Mike

Now as long as the wind was blowing hard
the more Mike hung around
But, it made him large and heavy
For, now he's heading towards the ground

There was Susan, Steven, Jimmy and Kyle
There was Sally, Kim and bill
They all came down together with Mike
as they landed on a sill

Of a cold and frosty window
on that stormy winters night
They gathered all together 
as they waited for morning light

The sun then rose above the horizon
it's light...lit up every flake
The colors that came from all Mike's friends
a rainbow it did make

The beautiful snow lit morning
left Mike nowhere else to roam
But, he was happy to be there with all his friends
as he made that sill his home

Copyright © Roger Horsch | Year Posted 2013

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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 their 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

Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2014

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Winter's Wind

She woke up alone again this morning
The sun rose up over the trees again
She looked out through the frosty window 
And felt the chill of winter’s  wind

She put on her coat and walked out of the cabin
And reached to pick dried flowers she had grown
Carefully she put them in her basket 
And walked down the trail that led her to the stone

She brushed away the leaves that had gathered
And shivered one more time from the cold
She lost everything that ever mattered
Shedding tears from a story she never told

She heard a little voice say where’s daddy?
And saw the face of a child who had grown
She shook away the vision from her memory
And cried again from the sorrow of a broken home

Years ago he left her 
And a little girl who never understood
The story she knew was such a sad one
She tried to explain but never really could

Copyright © J. Wilton Jones | Year Posted 2017

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Crackle of frost underfoot 
This snow covered wood 
Where I met you........... 
for the first time 

Clouds of breathy air, 
your cloak of deep blue, 
you made me stop and stare 

For, among the holly, 
we  both were looking for the same thing 
This cold pale sky, 
with no hint of spring 

Your first look, 
took my breath away 
Your shy smile, 
melted me 
The sun shone......... 
On that day....... 

Woods of evergreen, 
dusted with snow 
This walk.......... 
with you 
Inner glow 

This walk..........., 
with you, 
through snow 
My heart, 
wanting you so 

Your hand, 
warmed by mine 
Your shy glance 
How those blue eyes... 
did dance! 

This love did flow, 
on this walk, 
on fresh fallen snow 
So white and clear, 
surrounded by trees of green 

Woods of evergreen, 
fresh fallen snow 
Where our love can be seen 
side by side, 
long ago 

Where I first met you, 
on that winters day, 
among the holly and snow 
You had far to go, 
now together 
Our way 
seems so short so 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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The land now has a blanket bright,
A coat of snow of purest white
As far as one can see the sight.
The air now has a bitter blast
That bites the skin with numbness fast,
And here and there the drifts are cast.
The cars and trucks must drive with care
To keep from skids and sliding there;
There’s tinkling of some bells somewhere.
The homes all dotted up with lights
And decorations in the night--
Such vast array, such pretty sights.
And somewhere singing fills the sky,
A manger scene where a baby lies,
And Christmas once again draws nigh.
Though all seems cold and dark and dead,
There lies beneath this wintry bed
A world in wait for spring ahead.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2014

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The Tree

                                            The Tree

Through the foggy mist of a new day dawning
Appears a huge tree, awaiting the birth of another winter morning.

All that remains is its bare branches stretching toward the sky
And an old abandoned nest, left by its owner who traveled south so it wouldn't die.

The tree appears lonely but somehow full of hope
As if it knows Spring will come which enables it to cope.

A few months have gone by and the faithful tree is still there
But now it's consumed with excitement from its first breath of spring air.

It seems new life has come to the tree within a blink of an eye
It now stands picturesque, full of lavish green foliage set against the baby blue sky.

It waves its branches proudly with the breeze as if to show off its features
Which also seems to serve as a welcome sign to all of God's little creatures.

It appears to be much happier, now that its friends are back once again
Cradling brand new birds' nests and providing shelter during the rain.

The little squirrels also take advantage of their most generous host
It seems they like chasing each other up and down the tree's trunk the most.

The tree is now bursting with activity
With all of God's wee ones living His promise of love and longevity.

All through the summer the tree takes pleasure as it continually strives
To serve as the best meeting place for everything that creeps, leaps or flies.

Full of contentment, I'll bet the tree lets out a happy sigh
Every time it watches a baby bird learn how to fly
Or whenever a caterpillar turns into a pretty butterfly.

I often wonder if the tree truly understands
The major part it plays in God's circle of life simply because it stands.

Fall has now arrived and the tree appears sort of saddened by the sound
Of its first leaf gently falling to the ground.

All of its friends begin packing it up as they gather for a big revival
That's when the tree wishes them a safe and happy journey as they head south for their survival.

The tree bids each one farewell and says loud and clear
"To each God's speed and have no fear
For I'll be waiting right here when you come back next year."

It is now winter and a year in the life of the tree has come full circled once more
Although lonely, it is bigger and stronger than ever before.

But I know not to feel sadness, especially for the tree's sake
For in God's plan, He makes sure even the tree gets a well-deserved break.

Copyright © mary singletary | Year Posted 2015

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New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…

Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2013

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If Only in My Dreams

Standing on top
The mountain below
I feel it beckon
A world of snow.

It stretches below me
It pulls at my heart
I can't live without it
Yet we're worlds apart.

Its unending beauty
A place so serene
I want to flow to it
Yet it is a dream.

A dream that I live in
A dream - yet its real
It's part of my make up
It's something I feel.

The calm of the wild
The expanse of just space
The pleasure of feeling
Cold wind in my face.

The knowing I own it
This wide untouched land
And then not to have it
I know I can't stand.

And so I go back to
This place of my dreams
If only in pictures
I am there - so it seems.

Copyright © Mark Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!

Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?

Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 

I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  

Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012

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As Winter Slips Away

It's another Sunday morning
Coffee's drunk and breakfast's down
The kitchen hearth's a bed of coals
And the cat is warm and round

There's dishes in the washer
And the day is gettin' on
It's not exactly coatless
But it seems the wind is gone

So we'll take a walk together
Down the dirt road through the woods
And by the time we get back home again
We'll both be feelin' good

The sun on Sunday mornin'
Is a blessing that we take
To taste Spring air and know we're there
In this heaven that we make

The humming birds are coming
For the days are warmin' up
The coffee pot's not empty yet
I'll just pour another cup

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2009

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I dreamed of you
On a winter night
That one day
Under a Heartstone moon
We would meet
That it would be right
I dreamed of you
Of times past
Wished you were here too
Love to last
I dreamed of you
Close to me
The rise and fall of your chest
On a winter night
Is all I want to see
I dreamed of you
In a Heartstone summer
Your eyes, the colour of sky
Hand in hand
Running through
Forest and meadows too
I dreamed of you
You cannot stop
The emotional tide
That one day
I will be here
By your side

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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Heartstone Christmas

A special time
When the sun shone bright
In clear winter light
Robin Redbreasts
Darted back and forth
Singing gaily
The splash of red
Upon the snow
As they were being fed
In a magical world
Belonging to you and me
Christmas , came
In our hearts
The joy of giving
Beneath the tree
In a castle
To the right of the Winding Stair
A great tree grew
A mighty fir
In soft winter light
The candles  lit
Upon a tree
Faerie light
Golden feathers from Heartstone Eagles
Were put on the tree
Ribbons and lace from the Queens
Glowing berries from the Kings
A living tree
Filled with colour
Decorated with love
For you
For me
In a magical world
Under a tree
Christmas came
In soft winter light
Kings and Queens
Gave generously
Gifts of love
Of tranquillity
Passed on through
A kiss
A touch
Under a tree
Faeries flew
Trees, whispered
A castle, lit
The love felt, too
A single touch
You give your self
To everyone
They share all of you
As they share too
Forever lasting
This is a Heartstone Christmas
For what is given
Is love
Under a tree
There is no greater gift
Then giving all of you
The light inside glowed
You wanted this,
and it showed
I want to share
A Heartstone Christmas
With you
Hold your hand
See the Northern Lights
Faeries too
For a Christmas at Heartstone
Is a time for love
A time to be free
Where the heart knows
Of everything
For it shows
In you

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2011

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Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014

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The Summer of the Winter Sky

It was time for the leaves to fall,
The fields to turn white,
The birds to leave for faraway lands-
And the long cold lonely nights.

Seemed like for eternity
She hadn’t had a smile -
Frozen was the world around
Lonely she walked  for miles.
Dead were the blossoms in her garden,
And love was about to die-
And yet she prayed to her unseen friend -
For the summer of the winter sky!

Not a song was heard at dawn,
Only the echo of the wind-
In the misty field of corn
Not a farmer was seen!
A wait so long, so painful to bear
Left alone with no one so near
She was lost in her own reverie-
With tears in her dreamy eyes.
And she prayed as her heart cried-
Longing for the summer of the winter sky.

No one knows who heard her prayer
Lost amidst the silence
And yet an early morning bud 
Blossomed in her garden!
Suddenly a little sparrow was seen 
High on the branch of the willow tree
Singing a song as if to welcome-
Amidst the grey sky, a sun so warm.
And love then again knocked her door
Promising a life like never before-
And like a happy child  she opened her eyes
For it was summer for the winter sky!

Copyright © SAMPRITI BHATTACHARYYA | Year Posted 2008

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Wyoming Winter

It’s a Wyoming winter--there’s snowflakes and sleet coming down,
The cowboy is hiding away from the trouble in town.

Now, the gambler he cheated the cowboy of wages,
With cards that he chose to conceal,
So the cowboy he pulled out a pistol and shot it,
And the gambler, he lost his last deal.

Then the cowboy, he rides toward the line-shack and stays there,
While Wyoming winter-winds wail,
Soon the store-keeper’s daughter arrives with provisions,
And a posse that’s close on her trail.

Now the posse gives up and turns back in the blizzard,
While Wyoming winter winds roar,
Then the lovers, they travel from Cheyenne to Denver,
And they marry, and open a store.

It’s a Wyoming winter, there’s snowflakes and sleet coming down,
It’s a Wyoming winter, they’re safe from the trouble in town.

Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2008

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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!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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Young looking lady in the tunnel

As I passed on
The sign on
The chair that says:
Martin place

A young looking lady
With brown hair
And blue dress
Smile at me.

I myself smile at her
As a response
And I think its a very reational response
Instantly about 5 seconds
Our eyes f*c*k.

She didn't say word
I got some of it
In my head 
Unspoken though

Then the tunnel exhales
Wind sweeping
On her perfume
Only small amount
I could smell

The train blows its breath
And its approaching like a bull
Then it stops in front of her

She expand her chest
And I can hear my eyes screaming
For her to stay there
And continue this sensual
Eye romance
Just for one minute 

Strangely I think
She heard my inner scream
She stop and give a smile
But her feet takes her
towards the train

The door close
As she disappear
I Try to look for any resemblance of her
I think it was also blown by the train
Even her scent was gone.

Now Im alone 
i felt like smoking
I grab my left pocket
And I still have a half of it
The cigarette

I lit a stick 
Rode the escalator
I feel like walking on
the crowded street of George street.

Maybe I will one day
see her agin 
hundred days from now
young looking lady
With blue dress who smile at me.

-comments please mate- TY

Copyright © mon carlo tamine | Year Posted 2013

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Dream Song 100

   Sounds cascade over me 
My radio brings me great music
     Outside snow is falling
like it has fallen all day and night 
Lovely songs lift me to a higher plane
      Feeling a little tired
Soon I'll prepare some hot tea
  The city is blanketed in white 
     Soon it will be 
  time to enter dreamland
Reach for the magical world within 
       Urban buildings covered with snow 
 Each snowflake is unique 
Each city dweller 
   is as unique as each snowflake 
Off to dreamland
Safe and sound
In the midst of a storm

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016

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Autumn leaves swept away
The snow fell steadily
The whispering trees, quiet so
A world of white
A castle,
wrapped in snow

Darkest night,
illuminated by streams of light
From Castle Heartstone
The Winter Queen...
Not alone

King of Fire,
filled the room
banished the gloom
The Winter Queen..
His desire

Such is the seasons
The nature of things
Precious times
Stars burning fire
Winter night
Burning bright

A King and a Queen
Such forces of nature,
wield such passion
Beauty of snow
The flames,
flicker so

This is Castle Heartstone
Love, in the deepest way
Even in winter snow
you can feel its' glow

These immense stone walls,
radiated warmth
From turrets to stairs,
you can feel within
The fire, flares

Winters' night
with a King
Warm and bright
Winters' day,
with a Queen
Such beautiful light,
where the snow lay

Autumn leaves
Gold and red flame,
swept away
A Queen,
to return...
on a winters' day

A King...
must let go...
A Queen
The ending of winter snow

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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Winter signs

Howling winter wail
snow covered mountains swell
tis but it's season time to abound
when cold shapes with ice to surround
branches breaking down with twig's 
falling unto the ground
lake water's frozen and crippling stream's that sound
valleys of evergreen forest beneath the moonlit night sky
these are all but winter signs

Copyright © John Myers | Year Posted 2008

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Winter Morn

Crisp white leaves lay upon the ground
snow falls heavy it doesn't make a sound
Christmas trees laid upon a fetch
and candles burn brightly
stay warm in the winter morn
sit with you're loved ones and toast to 
a new year
a new year of fears, hopes, and dreams
shivering in the bitter cold
dreaming of the days when we weren't so old
winter morn will return
until it does the summer will burn.

Copyright © Lady Valentine | Year Posted 2010

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Another Iowa Winter

I see the snow falling again,

Again I must start up ""Old Betsy"" before bed,

Bed brings cold feet and shivers until the
body heat thaws it out,

Out again to start another day,

Day brings kid's hopes of no school,

School radiators pop and moan to warm the

Building up of snow is a potential income
for the young scooping snow for the old,

Old and tiring is Another Iowa Winter.

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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Poe's Last Winter

if you start to miss the dark you know the days become, too long if memories are where you lay then where exactly does your heart belong summer means it’s time to move along autumn is the song that moves the ghost winter is a touch of New York warmth everything after, is a kingdom’s fall from where you turn and toss the most you yearn for the ghost when snow fails the frost a touch too pleasant to rush or admire looking back at the ashes like you miss the fire everything you lost to keep it warm yea we were everything you lost to keep us warm time means nothing when the hours begin to fade the sun drips in fury as if it’s the price you pay for living out of touch when the moon starts to crush and those around you need you the most yea i’m sorry i’ve been a ghost moments become less when it’s all you have tomorrow became too gentle to deflower age missing all the pleasantries that kept us content living in a scent of being mint yea living is the scent of just being mint if you start to heart the dark you know your days become, too long if memories are where you are then where exactly does your heart belong summer means it’s time to move, along autumn is the song that moves the ghost winter is a touch of New York warmth everything after is a kingdom of fall from where you turn and toss the most

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2015

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winter dream part two

she was my winter dream
with promise of spring
dreamed her one cold night
and every night since
she became the light in my life
she became laughter and warmth
a song that played me sweetly
she was my winter dream
frightening how quickly became everything to me
scary how quick became more than just memory
became more than me
i saw her in the falling rain
saw her in the light fading away to the east
saw her in my sanity disappearing into the night
saw her everywhere i thought beauty should be
when all other hope had faded
tasted so near to real for a moment
tasted like summer starlight kisses
like vibrant light of the heart brought to life
but then...

Copyright © mark junor | Year Posted 2014

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In my darken room dust upon the furniture
where love is lost,
whereas the winters wind vocal its pains to me again,
there's not enough rope to tie me down
not enough tape to silence me
not in darken dreams
some whould say shut your mouth or loss your way,
stones will be cast but I throw them back
I would walk to an old dusty piano
and started tapping on the keys
that made my heart bleed
Oh, the sounds made its round 
that set my spirit on easy ,
I wont stop until the screaming winds end,
Oh, wild hearts that bangs upon the wall
down the hall telling me to Stop
souls are abused hearts are broken
spirits are like a token
to the unspoken 
I would watch my own stalking black cat 
watching the rats eat up on old cheese
while the coffee pot boils up steam 
that made a hasty scream,
while a door open to a darken state of mind,
I walk over to my bedroom window 
just to see many winter trees with no leaves
where an old axle and iron hoops rusting in the rain
Oh, hear comes more pain my way
in a world of gray .

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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The Ballad of the Winter Fallen

It was the cold and dark of winter
I was outside playing alone
My fingers were chilled like cinders
I ventured far from home

I turned around and it was white
I couldn't see at all
So I closed my eyes real tight
Then I began to fall...

I fell into a slumber
Awaken by bright lights
I heard the sound of water
I felt I slept all night

I saw a beautiful girl
With a voice as enchanting as gold
Her clothes white as pearl
She wasn't that old

I took her sweet soft hand
We walked to a grave
The grave's in white sand
My soul she couldn't save

Lights of green and blue
I was suddenly in a room
Kids in white dresses too!
Could it be my doom?

Taken to water so clear
I could hear my dad calling
His voice full of fear
The sound so loud appalling

I fell into the pond
Appeared in front of the door
This is the truth my bond
My dream existed before

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2005

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Visions Of You

Visions Of You 

I have been lost in my own writings
stuck on what I needed to say 
trying so hard to find my own voice 
in a world that isn't kind
In winter cold dreams where I do scream
my pains are cutting me deep
while I sleep in true agony
Who am I ?
I must had ask myself thousands of times
while my heart cries out more emotions
while my spirit wants to be set free
from all this darkness that is around me
I have panted a picture in my mind 
what peace and love would truly be like 
in numerous details of a happy life
I got a visions of myself holding hands 
with a man I had visioned to be with
we started dancing and laughing 
sing songs to true love from heaven above
it gave my spirit fier to keep on living
it was a trouser to my soul 
a feeling I never want to let go
the years are passing 
right down the line of being in endless pain
my memories come back to me
thats when I started to have visions of you
my only real happiness is when I felt true love
we was like two peas in a pod 
in the paintings I seen sunflowers behind us 
with the sun  shining so bright 
Oh, how I seen love in our eyes
fighting it's way from the clouds of gray
at night we dance with so much romance 
while the velvet moon didn't shine in gloom
but in true beauty of love 
where all the million stars dancing in the night sky 
sparkling their love all over us 
thats when my vision ended swiftly 
now I'm back into my lonely darken hours 
where I lay your head down 
I look up into the midnight sky praying 
for the visions to come true .

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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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... 
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 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006

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There will never be 
another love like your's
There will never be 
this I can see
another who could love me like you
who could make me feel 
the way you get me too
you do all the right things
to keep me craving you
we dance 
we love 
we even sometimes fuss
but that is us
I hope you can remmber 
that late December 
when we was together 
everything seem so right
that is when you ask me
to be your wife
I wasn't ready to say yes
but I did my best
to help you understand 
why I couldn't take this stand
But know this 
I was glad you wanted to be my man
just know if I could change my heart
I would change it right now
But, I'm saving you from me 
out of love to set you free
My life has cut me way to deep
to let some one in like you
I tried not to Love you 
I tried so hard to let you go 
long ago
But you didn't want to let me 
you tought me to love you
even in my pains
you even danced with me in the rain 
you know I could never give it right back to you
But know this you are my hero
even when we are no longer together 
I will love you for truly loving me
Do you ever stop and think about me ?
did you ever ask yourself how I ever felt 
when I had set you free?
Could you ever hear my whispers in the wind
my tears fall in the rain 
could you feel my pains
did you ever think about those long cold winters
you dancing with me 
I'm crying over you now 
But I will never crash you life 
it was my own falt for letting you go
Do you remember me?
I hope somewhere in your heart
you have love for me still
will you stop and read my words?
and please forgive me for not taken your hand
I just didn't want you to carry my pains 
that another had given me
that is why I had set you free .

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017