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Premium Member Frosted Panes

When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house there by the sea where you wove that tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before...we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one...and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So...when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 


                                                   ~~~

In loving memory of my Dear Papa

Premium Member Frosted Panes - Re-Post

When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 

             ~~~~~


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.


Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  
~~~~~

Panes of Glass

Panes of glass in my soul divide me from my past
Portals that serve as the windows into my future
Yet clearly distort the visions of my present tense
 
Frosty panes on the periphery of my vision ahead
Wavy, hazy rain streaked dusty and cracked obscure
Coats the window with grime from the road’s voyage
 
Mirror to the rear shows the receding ways taken
Those paths not chosen, not explored, detoured away
May suggest that the views now studied would differ
 
Is that better or worse or simply not the same as today?
But if we took another voyage down alternative highways
Would the panes show us the same in the mirror behind?
 
As water drops seek the same path from here to there
Newton’s laws joining the same river from diverse streams
Would I still see a similar vista as our paths converge?
 
Or is this expedition uniquely dependent upon our fate
Decorated with the dusty mud and stones of the road taken
Always different but the same as forever in its timely physics
 
Like a door passed through, does light pass in transiting a pane
Glass clear or hazy, bending the beams into prisms of color
Yesterday impacting on how I steer my life into tomorrow
 
Come along for the ride, sit next to me and call out the road signs
Enjoy your view and wipe away the frosted breath so I can see
Our vistas may not be the same, but I can still turn and see you


Premium Member Behind Glass Panes

behind these glass panes

here she contemplates nature

never feeling rain

the sun never warms her face

she's merely an observer

Window Panes

Dear, Window Panes
I admire your commitment
the way you position yourself to bring out the very best in others 
you hold up frailty like a tiara on a newly crowned princess
as you align yourself 
strategically 
paralleled with others 
your placement is impeccable
so please excuse the constant stares 
but I see thru you 
and I understated the pain that many over look 
your crosses have been mistaken as masterpieces 
when really it just shows your weakness 
your goal is to fit in 
but others adore your uniqueness
Its cold outside, but I continue to look in
Because I've seen your facade on winters eves
and you cant mask your tears when the rainfalls so easily 
your rays speak to me
Saying help you break free 
Because I understand your pains of being divided unequally

Premium Member The Haunted House

There once was a house down the lane
With tattered shutters and broken window panes
They said it was haunted
But I was undaunted
I went in normal and came out insane

And old man came to answer the door
He said, "If you want to come in, are you sure?"
The man was a ghost
He said, "I'm your host"
"Welcome my friend to House Nevermore"

The house was old and a bit ruff
And I thought that I'd had enough
But the dead were doing a dance
And I thought that perchance
I'd get out there and show them my stuff

I started off dancing a two step
And wound up dancing with the mummy Amenhotep
He went on with a cough
And his arms and legs kept falling off
So I danced a dance that was more hep

I saw a beautiful woman across the floor
And I wanted to get to know her more
We danced all the night
It was love at first bite
We drank blood and danced till half past four

She said she had to have a lye in
And went downstairs to sleep in her coffin
The guests started to shout
As I made my way out
I came back for Vampira and often


Premium Member Broken Panes

bricks can shed so much light on a neighbourhood 

in fact much more than the windows ever could 



Killing With an Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico 
Couplet form
04/23/22

Premium Member Spring Rain 17


                 Spring Rain Hiku 17

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		                          a call from h e a v e n.

Puttied Panes

Puttied Panes

	Puttied panes, encased in pink-primed steel
	Watch tiny rivers wend their downward way,
	While puddles form where thin green spikes reveal
	A just sown lawn, where one day I may play.
	New houses; salmon bricked, like some great quilt.
	Stark line posts, straight as soldiers, stand erect,
	All razor edged, where blood may soon be spilt
	In play; and then, through life, I’ll yet reflect
	Those nightmares, wrought from childhoods fragile dreams
	That circumstance, in one swift move, has made.
	A jagged hole lays bare the fragile seams
	Of security; a mornings sun filled glade.
	  	Another day, another shower of rain,
	  	Distorts the past and waters down the pain.
© Tim Riding  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Frosted Panes

Night's breath has coalesced 
upon the window pane
etched a landscape all in white
with forest, trees, and lanes.

Frosted panes, once so plain,
now graced by nighttime's sighs
lift lacy limbs toward white capped hills
below a pristine sky.

Comes the sun, the night's undone
and I can almost cry,
as night's trace is fast erased
from my weary eyes.

Day time yawns, with the dawn
as surely you've surmised
most of nighttime's beauty will
not linger once baptized.

Past the Panes of Ice

Astonished sadness lies within her eyes, 
who will see past the panes of ice, 
a gasp frozen before her lips, 
her shoulders cold and shake of this,
the lies, the lies, she tries to hide,
but sadness lies so clearly in those eyes

Against the Panes

it's somber this evening
this rain falls fast and hard
echoing like your words
against the panes of my soul

i struggle to breathe
with this weight
upon my chest
as it suffocates me

i feel lost
somewhere
between this darkness
and my dreams
hopelessly trying
to find my way back

sleep doesn't come
within a mind
that's tossed about
in the depths of thought

wondering
what caused
this storm
as it looms
over me
drowning me
in the tears
as they fall 
grounded
on this pillow
more steadily
then the beat
of my own heart

Premium Member Frosted Panes

Frosted window panes
hundreds of unique crystals
children scratching ice

Premium Member Winter Window Panes

patterns; ferns and trees
frozen shattered panes of glass
fresh etched natures art



Winter Haiku Poetry Contest, placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 
Date wrote: 16th January 2022

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Premium Member Through the Winter Panes

I will remember you in the brightest sunshine!
And even better in the misty rain.
Or in the sounds of crunchy, Chicago snows.
Beneath our running lovers' feet!

I will remember you each bright time
I smell popcorn, so warm and buttery.
Oh, how you relished that treat!
Snuggling next to our first Christmas tree.

But, God took you home to His eternity.
Indeed, a better place!
Now, please hold that glistening door open?
So I will once again behold your sweet face!


September 4, 2019

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