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Details | Verse |
She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to catch a glimpse of the paper boy.
He travels through rain, sleet or snow, how could he understand, 
(this teen-aged Paul Revere), that in this decrepit old house, 
she is longing for a sign of youth? It has been a weary night, watching an old woman hang on by threads of life, that had worn thin years ago. 
Watching and waiting, while cold winds blew and snow was falling,  
and death was hoping to make a house call.
Any diversion, life being lived,... one brief eclipse of life in motion would be a relief.
To observe him toss the news into the sky like a Frisbee... not a care in the world
How would that feel...has she ever known? Has anyone ever been so young?
She thinks she may go mad with death and dying, with weariness, with waiting.
She suddenly shivers from a dreaded draft of frigid air, slithering in,
like a sneaky, uninvited ghost, slinking in around the rim. 

       nor'easter winds                                                roll top shoe box...
      splinter the silence..               --                     debutante' caught in amber
        a cataract view                                                   frozen sepia  

Grabbing a handful of a thread-bare doily,  she polishes the cold glass, 
rubbing vigorously in circles against the grime, 
making figure eights, in spite of frozen, stiff, fingers.  
Satisfied, that she has a decent view of the blanketed yard,
and can see clearly where the muddy, gravel driveway,
bends gradually, curving to mate with the snow banked road,
at last, she spies the old Jeep coming, and watches with automated eyes, 
yet, with some expectation, and strange excitement. 
Then, as she might have guessed,
the teenager drives hurriedly by, barely slowing down, tossing the news,
and leaving her gaze and her thoughts, splattered by dark murky water, 
while the slinging gravel that has been pitched into the sky, by his screeching tires,
falls like the pieces of the old woman's lonely life upon the pristine snow. 




__________________________________________
For Deb's Contest: "Mix It Up"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded bar
Intuition nudged her, ‘get out now, turn back!’ But pride urged her, 'stay'
He returned with a brown bag; appearing harmless as he turned to her
‘Say, you’re trembling!’ He said and flashed a breathless smile
‘Here, have a slug, of this, it’ll warm you up, pretty girl!’ 
Hesitation loomed for a minute then she accepted the bag from his hand
Young Rachel, was now treading a path beyond thin, cracking ice 
As tears stung her beautiful eyes, she'd never had a drink this strong
How her vacant tummy rebelled against the searing burn
Nausea arose from deep within, and she began to have regrets
Registering strong protest, her regurgitation would later accuse her killer
Her faith was sealed as there were no open doors left for escape
And before she realized he had made a reckless wide left turn
Down the snow covered dirt path through tall pines and fir
No longer were there sightings of sparsely lit farm houses 
Interspersed along the desolate, picturesque landscape 
The four-wheeler tackled with ease, snow drifts of fresh fallen snow
Where the following spring young Rachel's body would be discovered
That night Rachel laid buried under a few feet of snow
She was at rest now to awaken to eternity in sunny fields 
Beautiful as daisies growing in heaven, carefree and endlessly in bloom!

~*~

For:  Rachel..R.I.P.



Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
The midday light unfolds a shawl
and for awhile it numbs the cold
Sun skirts the brow of peak and mound
where white on white can blind the eye

Sweat trickles from his forehead,
as he pauses now, to take a breath
He waits before he scars fresh snow
that waves sterile sheets from earth to sky

The dunes above are striped with trails,
like distant rails, of twin-lines drawn
A chance to rest, one last shalom, 
and then, at last, he'll head for home

He frowns against the brilliant glare
reminded of a Hitchcock tale
He's spellbound in the frigid air. 
A  morning haze rescinds to blue 
The world he knew of silent clues
will not respect his fortitude
He knows not of its will to take
or stake its claim without remorse

He pushes off at lightning speed
A deep crevice, the deed is done
The bliss is gone, the thief has won
And  what is lost, can't be recalled

When last, he's  found, ..a  bird ascends
to sweep the sky, to lift him high
High into clouds, and through the sky
to where tall mountains must be climbed

It's white on white, where sheets are sterile, 
a life unfurled against the light
The light is strong, it blinds the eye
The bone, the spine , the pain, the plight
He'll live somehow.  A chair, he's bound 
from now until the light is gone....

White on white…the nights live on,
……and life is changed from this day on



______________________________________
Based on a true event
4/9/17
For Charlotte's contest: Open Poetry Contest 2

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2017




Details | Prose Poetry |

The river flowing tumble of snow 
jackets the buildings and the road 
on the last twilight of 1998. 

As the sky is slowly draped by darkness and coolness, 
there I am on the coldest loneliest walk of my life.

All around, I can see some dancing colored lights.
The houses spells the happy shadows of families. 
Some sharing a meal.
Some laughing out loud near their Christmas tree.
Some on the middle of a party.

Christmas carols flying free on mid-air like:

"...But heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal a hurting human soul..."

With only a coat, long thick black hair kissed by snow
and some old worn socks to warm me,
I traverse the street-- 
finding, finding a place I can call home.

About six days ago... I was also with my parents,
so happy, though we only share some bread and cheese
plus porridge that Christmas day. 

Me and my parents hugged every night
allowing me to stand the icy nights of December 
under the roof of our wooden worn-out home.

My parents though they can't read nor write, 
they diligently work day by day for our needs specially mine. 
I wasn't given any gift nor we can't everyday eat some meat.
However, my days with them are filled with fun-loving memories.

Not until...

a monstrous fire eat voraciously 
our home and three other houses nearby.
My father though old with arthritis 
carried me fast as he can to a safe place
and so my mother but --- 
father ran back to the house 
to save some of our things but unfortunately...
The roof of our home fell.
The fire so ferocious swallowed everything including my father.

My mom and I dealt with this pit of tragedy as one 
but later I saw my mother slowly, slowly crumbling down.
She more than me is slowly falling down faster. 
Her lamp of hope blown out. 
And not long, past six on the same day my mother died.

Hence as the surrounding gets cold 
so is the the life of me gradually reaching the freezing point.


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***Inspired by the story: The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen
and with some lines from the song: "My Grown Up Christmas List" by K. Clarkson

©O. E. Guillermo
Sponsor	Debbie Guzzi 
Contest Name	A Christmas Tale
Placed 2nd


08:33 pm, December 17, 2014





Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Read the Bible and the words that are said. Times of trouble and tribulation are ahead! All one has to do is read the book of revelation. To read about this world and this nation! Days of wickedness and evil that abounds.. Shall very soon. Come “crashing to the ground!” For our sin, there’s a price that has been paid! Many have become sin’s servant and slave! Many will not escape God’s judgment and wrath! They’ve chosen the wrong direction and path! Right now... There’s a path and a way to “escape!” Please do it right now! Before it’s too late! The right path to take, is through Christ alone! He must be the lord of your heart and home! Jesus alone, can bring hope to your soul! He’ll never leave you! Is what he wants you to know! Times of trouble and uncertainty are well on their way! Christ can help you to overcome! He can do it TODAY! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |
wraithlike snow
rising breath of white ice
tears stream 

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
They followed his footprints into the snow
Not listening to what he said
He told them plainly, they couldn't go
But they followed their hearts instead

The mountains were windy and cold that year
Back in eighteen-sixty-three
When two brothers would one day disappear
In the hills of Tennessee

The food they had was almost gone
When their Father left that day
He'd hunt that morning at the break of dawn
But he told his sons to stay

They begged and pleaded, they wanted to go
Just eight and ten years old 
They cried when their Father told them no
For it was much too cold

They waited 'til their Mother had gone to bed
And snuck out the cabin door
They would follow his tracks where ever they led
She wouldn't see them anymore

They found their bodies beside a log
Next to a frozen creek
The boys got lost in the mountain fog
Gone, almost a week

They followed his footprints into the snow
Not listening to what he said
He told them plainly, they couldn't go
But they followed their hearts instead

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose Poetry |
Tarny was a little bear 
A teddy bear he be 
Coat was as white as snow 
To this we all agree 
. 
Tarny was a Christmas gift 
Given to a lady fair 
Was sent by her Tarnished Knight 
How she wished that he was there 
. 
Tarny wore a little coat 
Where pinned upon his sleeve 
A note from her Tarnished Knight 
Said "will you read me please " 
. 
"Sorry I can't be with you 
On this Christmas day 
I know its very hard for you 
That I'm so far away" 
. 
"So I am sending Tarny 
For you to now embrace 
I will be there very soon 
Then I will take his place" 
. 
"Tarny has a special gift 
He'll make your dreams come true 
Just close your eyes and make a wish 
You will see what he can do" 
. 
Tears now flowed from her eyes 
Squeezing Tarny oh so tight 
Closed her eyes and made wish 
To dream of the Tarnished one tonight 
. 
That was some time ago 
In another Christmas past 
Once there was hopes and dreams 
Somehow they didn't last 
. 
Tarny now is put away 
Never sees the light of day 
Shares a space with odds and ends 
In box of " things to give away" 
. 
Fleece once of snow flake white 
Now has stains of crimson red 
Came from a broken heart 
Oh! how Tarny bled 
. 
So if you find a little bear 
Slightly stained in red 
May not be a teddy 
But this Tarnished Knight instead 

Copyright © Donald Eissler | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Chastushka |
Here ends a life that never was Lord, I thank you for your love In the morn, my soul will ascend A snow white turtle dove When you sleep, your dreams alight You’re free from guilt and fear When you awake in the dead of night My screams are all you hear Then like an angel from high above A black cloaked figure stood “He heard your words of thanks for love and has acted as he should” The angelic priest then took her hand And lifted her on high It was then she heard the heavenly band And knew her time was nigh The Lord was there to greet her “My child your faith held strong may you serve for a while longer and join the spiritual throng” He sent her back down to a part of France Where Our Lady once appeared And taking up this one last chance A blue clad person neared “Hi I’m Lucy” the person said Her voice so soft and true She turned to smile, her graceful head Noticing the crowd of blue This was where her true heart lie In the place of penance and love Where in the morn she did release Her snow white turtle dove.

Copyright © Shelley Foreman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tetractys |

                                                        snow
                                                          Icy
                                                       and rainy
                                                   what a weather!
                                  but one diligently works through all that.

                                                       wage
                                                      rewards
                                                   we thank you
                             but pretend you haven't if perchance you're down!














1-2-3-4-10

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
Standing here all I can feel
is the wind blowing away 
my memories of our friendship,
reveries and sacred compassion.
Standing here all I can see is a
fading shadow walking further
away from me.
Standing here all I can hear is
nothing but silent echoes of 
your charming voice.
Standing here all I can sense 
is blue snow slowly running
down my tender skin,
all I can feel is a numbing pain for loss
has consumed my inner fire,
slowly dimming like the stars
at night.

Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
Touching snow is fun
Touching snow it cold
But one thing for sure
Its what keeps us fascinated

I went to the park
Its darker then dark
The fountain in the middle
Is softly rushing water

The owner of the park
Looks at  me annoyed

'One more hour
Mr. Hayes' i call

he shrugs and walks away.

He leave and knows that it will take longer

Siting there i start to cry
No one ever said good bye

They not to me
Nor i to them

Many years ago 
the time and date of today
i lost my family
in this park

shooting, shouting
three people on the floor

With eyes so full of tears
i get up to walk home

and there at the far end of the park
there you stand

knowing all my pain and suffering
you've been there from the start
don't know why i thought you bad
your just there to help

but that night before i left
 you walk up and ask
'are you OK?'

and at that time I'm a child again
daddy would ask
are you OK? when i got hurt
and here you are so helpful
so loving

now i remember what 
Toughing snow was like

Copyright © Anya Chebukina | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
Behold the snow all clear and white
Within its glow a winter’s sight
It settled in sometime last night
While fires of passion burned so bright

He told her that he loved her so
He bared his heart to let her know 
She knew his love was pure as snow
And that he’d never let her go

For them the clouds seemed always white
And kiss filled laughter all they know
They never felt the cold of snow
When every star showed future bright

Yet endless bliss just wasn’t so
For she had other dreams in sight
So much to do before her night
And so for now she had to go

Then in his hand was something bright
Which loosed a shriek into the night
Now hidden somewhere out of sight
Behold the snow all clear and white

Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
She said, "Daddy let's make snow angels, 
Before the snow begins to melt"
She couldn't have known how much she'd grown
And the pride that her daddy felt

She was ten years old going on twenty
And her angels were always the best
But I'd let her win just to see that big grin
I'll bet you've already guessed

Her angels would always disappear
In the Spring, Summer and Fall
But before Winter came I learned a new name
When leukemia came to call

I would sit with her, beside her bed
As the snow came tumbling down
She said, "Daddy can you see, she's as pretty as can be,
In her beautiful snow white gown

When I looked around the empty room
My little girl closed her eyes
"My snow angel's here" she whispered so dear
And then my little girl dies

She said, "Daddy let's make snow angels, 
Before the snow begins to melt"
She couldn't have known how much she'd grown
And the pride that her daddy felt

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2011

Details | Name |
She was so terrified,
A phone was continued ringing,
She didn’t dare to pick the receiver,
She ignored the ringing and went to bed.

He had a break down,
When he checked his pockets,
He was strange to know,
He forgot his ballet at home.

Early in the morning,
Someone knocked at the door.
She removed a curtain and looked outside,
Everywhere snow was covered.

She opened the door 
And let police to come in.
Your son last night, 
Stocked in a snow storm,

We tried to give him a first aid,
But terribly found, he was dead,
We recovered his body; 
You can look at him.

She was weeping bitterly,
And crying for his husband,
If you don’t terrified me,
I never thought you are over the phone.


Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005

Details | Narrative |
     TINY FACE SMILING AT,
         REFLECT THE MIRROR.
     SHE WENT TO CORN FIELD,
         SILVER CORNS SANG LULLABY TO HER MERRY!
     SHE WEARED THE FLOWER'S HAT,
         THE MIRROR'S BEAUTY BEAUTIFUL.
     ONE MORN, SHE PUT ON A WHITE GOWN,
         SNOW WHITE QUEEN IN ME, MIRROR AMAZING!
      SHE SUNG A DREAM SONG,
         STRAWBERRYS SPRING FALL INTO HER BASKET.
     SMOOTH FINGERS WEAVING WREATH,
          FRISKING BEADS CAME INTO THE RIVER.
     SHE PREFERED FOR DOLLARYE FEST,
        PEARL AS LITTLE HEART EXPECTING WITH ZEAL!
     IN THAT DAWN, HER ROSY LIPS HUM,
         MIRROR BLOOMING FOR LITTLE BLOSSOM.
    UNRIVALLED BEAUTY STEPPING SLOW,
       PURE KISS TOUCH UPON, BYE FROM MIRROR.
    STAR DOLLS CIRCLED SNOW WHITE MOON!
     INEVITABLE HOUR! TERRIFYING GUN SHOTS!!!
   MANY DOLLS SLEEPING IN SILENT.
     CRIMSON HOARFROST COVERED SNOW WHITE BEAT.
   A LONELY MIRROR,
      WAITING  SNOW WHITE ARRIVAL!!!!!!

Copyright © mary miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
At the very least the snow came down
Two feet in front is all I could see
A blanket of white has covered the ground
As the trees stand layered in icicle dress
I started to roll a ball of snow
Quite big, I was impressed!
~
   The second ball left me feeling queasy
Lifting it onto the first
Then rolling the last, now that was easy
When I placed it on the second snow ball
And as I looked around
The snow continued to fall.
~
   The snowman looked a little silly
Yet still was like your dream
I made the eyes out of two lilies
The smile from ruby gems
A marshmallow made the pipe
With a Dogwood wood twig for a stem.
~
   It was so heartfelt that day it snowed
Yet fit your description of your dream
You and I under the whispering clouds that glowed
Building a snowman together by the stone
Rattling off with giggles
While singing home sweet home.
~
   Such beautiful love I felt, playing in the snow
The snow angel? Well that made me cry
As I knew it was time to go
I brought a dozen roses that day
Placed them in the arms of the snowman
Who is now, watching over your grave.
~
~
     By:Darren J McMurray
        March 3, 2009

Copyright © Darren J McMurray | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
Snow falls on her cold, shivering body.
As she looks to the sky at the full moon.
Knowing she has only seconds left to live.
As sleepiness runs through her veigns.
She closes her eyes.
Takes a last breath.
And her heart stops.

Copyright © Tatiana Ruffolo | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
The land withdrew into white

Black brittle bone limbs and branches

Scrape at a sagging blue gray underbelly of sky

A northern world descends in to itself

Dreams slow to a dead stop

Then everything reverses

As it has as far as can be remembered
  
Submerged slipping inward close

Below an ice frost skin

My lips trace the curves of your eyelids
 
In the ground covered in snow.   

Copyright © dennis jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Snow in May that first year
Mother’s day, it was
Remember how the tulips glowed
in hopeful brilliance through the frost?
It nearly warmed our hearts.

Eleven years of freezing takes its toll.
Rubbing sticks together wishing for a spark
to start a cozy campfire
to bask
and relax
and thaw in.
Too careless with the kerosene
Casualties of
explosions hurling words
and broken pieces of the past
and looks.
Ah, the looks.

Wounding and wounded

Eleven years of snow in May
Time to leave this place

Today I planted seeds
and in May, before I go
I will render their sprouted potential to the garden
so the next one can know
that new life grows
even where there’s snow in May.

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
We are propped
in chanting Indian summer wind,
fixed upon empty ribs
of snow fence
swaying akimbo in afternoon air,
lightly touching
            sepia earth.

As I touch you
I am someone else.

A new-dark wind rages
through the open window.
Lying here, we absorb night
                  suspended
in a high gazebo, unseen fences
pushing backs,
pushing us to one another;
the last harvest wind
            jade through hands.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005

Details | Quatrain |
White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.

As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.

My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.

Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.

No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!

Copyright © Jacob Irvin | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
it is a relationship based on trust / based on I Must Have You
_____ Now / somehow / anyhow / need that blend of painguilt &
pleasure / by any measure, have to achieve the ____ maximum / (the
step before finito) //
      //where was it that i lost / you, / self? when did
      i agree to live like this? / i missed out on something /
      crucial / & i fear i've lost my chance to be / 
                                                     ok.
monsters / rest/ in the dark _____ i miss that / that bold
presence tensing my muscles / poising my mind for
every / little / thing that ever was / seconds registered &
remembered with the respect given to / years / a moment is
all it takes to ________ take you away. //
      //hygiene _____ seenfeltknown inside & out / suffering /
      pretending so hard that it's worth / it. the universe is
      in a fit / thrashing about the cage of man-made
      rage / release sought in the singular death of / a
      faith, one by one / every following murder is easier /
      than the _____ previous.
teach me the true meaning / of / now _____ show me how
to forget all the standards i've let myself / pick up / leave
my body of anything below the Best & with the rest _____
_____ destroy. / ignorance is a virtue, allow me to stay
blind while you pursue / the occupation & i can blame
it on not / knowing / any _______ better //
      don't ask me / why, / i'd defend it to the death / 
      it was worth the try ________ .
lean back ____ clear / your / mind / see how long it takes
you till you can't find / yourself / ____ after a while the
awareness gets put / back on the shelf due to / lack of
use. the constant impending abuse is a bafflement, hanging
between every / slip / of ________ for it remains the /
unexplained.
                                        / i'm walking straight into hell
                      too fukced up to tell
exactly why it was i fell. /

Copyright © rachel hart | Year Posted 2007