Best Lifewinter Poems
Chirup, Chirupup is now gone away
For the Cricket now sleeps in the deep woods
Deep down under a bed of dry decaying leaves
Awaiting the spring's warmth to call__ come
Out across the now no-fence pasture
Lies a giant pan of Rice Krispies cookies
White on tan the dead crispt grass made so by the cold hoary frost
Chilled so that it groans from the cold penetrating deep within the ground
The whole earth awaits that warm sun who takes his time
Slowly slipping back closer up, up, up to the Northern Hemisphere
Will spring come to renew or will those deep woods remain dark and deep
Inviting all eyes to see inside the open venerable vault of clearing
Those dark deep woods encourage exploring
To clear away all the tangled briars, dead barren ideas that need purging
Open clear up those winter woods for new growth of spring
New ideas on which to encourage the grow of the poetic mind
Been in winter long enough in that cold barren woods
Trapped in the cold lingering by the fire of hearth's contentment
Now is the time to escape_be fresh new
Spring _bring on the novel
Winter Of Memories
Champagne and sables delicious and grand
While the wonders of love no where is found
Finding dimension of memories in time
A winter of love we hope to find
With memories darkened all bitter and brown
As walls of shadows spills to the ground
Buried deep in my mind my eyes fills with tears
Deep in my soul theres so many fears
Memories now dying all hardened and cold
Into A winter of memories was A human stained soul
Truth and rhyme might drop memories
Just like A winter of memories.......
Written by Artie Beason 3/2007
When the winter blows in from the northwest
and there is nary a cloud in the sky.
It is just the right time, the very best;
for a slice of Moms hot Apple Pie.
You know the one with the thin struddle crust,
stuffed with brown sugar and Macintosh apples.
We'd fill up our bellies til we'd nearly bust.
How we'd eat so much I'm truly baffled.
Moms apple pie, always a treat
with a scoop of ice cream on the side.
All mixed together, a taste O' so sweet.
The pleasure just can't be denied.
My how I miss those cool winter days.
The air scented with apples and spice.
The very thought makes me hungry and it's only May.
I guess a Hot Dog will have to suffice!
The Applethoughtrotten