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The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.
Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.
And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles:
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.
And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time -
Absolves the guilt from the crime!
Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2014
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Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.
Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.
I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.
The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.
Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both
versions of the poem.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
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Nature's wake from sleep
Life flirts with beauty
a time for flowers to flaunt
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me
Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place
I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance
on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance
Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall
Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall
Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around
Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground
Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands
In wake of its destruction not a building still stands
Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing
We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing
2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16
Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
03~19~16
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
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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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At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.
My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.
"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.
Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.
November 18th, 2014
Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
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A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There’s another red sunset,
just before it’s dark.
The wilting wattles weep,
and plea ‘I can’t live on!’
The strong keep fighting drought.
The weak, soon dead and gone.
Wheat fields and their bounty,
wither in the sun to die.
Red dust leaves forever,
adding color to the sky.
A man who’s living heartache,
is this economic pain.
Prays to the Lord and waits…
Then he can smell the rain.
An inch falls in the Mallee;
the Mallee don’t need much
to fill the pans and lowlands,
that yearn to feel the touch.
In the days that follow,
changing is the scene.
An inch here in the Mallee,
and red soil turns to green.
Lightning dances in the sky
to the beat of thunders drum,
heartbreak storm passes on,
the follow up don’t come.
But drifting from the west,
clouds hide the sun away,
land is cast in shadow…
the sky turns steely gray.
And rain falls in the Mallee;
the Mallee don’t need much
to fill the pans and lowlands,
that yearn to feel its touch.
In the days that follow,
changing is the scene.
Rain here in the Mallee,
and red soil turns to green.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015
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Standing on the sands of helplessness,
as waves of sadness lap at my feet
I know not what holds your voice hostage,
unable to comfort it only baffle
At an ocean's length of pain,
an essence cannot even take wing on a breeze
So sadness is held in a blanket of love If the heart is not mended,
then love's breath cannot bring it back
A storm of uncertainty tries to overtake
A need to absorb the pain,
making it taste of wanting to be lessened
If not stated where sadness is born,
all attempts to bring joy back fails
As waves grow building up,
into a hurricane of grief
Drops of uncertainty,
fall on my face then raging faster
While threatening to drown the only hope,
of two halves to become whole
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Date:4/26/2018
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018
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With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle
In the forest crows the rooster
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken
Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning
Aesir watch in fascination
See volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains
See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
See the sons of Mim awaken
In the fatal lightning flashes
As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances
Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready
With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder
June 30, 2014
N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.
Glossary:
Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir - Thor's hammer and principal weapon
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014
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Skulking between the thinning clumps
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.
The blackened Moorhen washes the clinging
Soot from his feathered form,
Rising above the mirrored pond in awkward
flight.
Gathering clouds mumble softly of an
Impending storm,
When, silently menacing, inwards marches
The approaching night.
Listening intently, between murmurs upon
A breeze,
I check my step and briefly pause -
To catch a low sigh whispered from among
The sullen trees...
A last desperate plead of their lost cause.
For now billowing cumulonimbus sags
And begs to stall,
As, slowly homeward bound, I gather
About me to hastily make;
Where, circling high in rushing element,
The ragged Buzzard begins to fall...
Upon Heavens gathered Furies -
That so conspire to thunderously break!
Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2014
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Falling so hard for you
beat will not wane
dark blue nights dreary cold
ran down your street
to see if you were home
tapped on your pane
come feel my soft touch
dance on bare feet!
Written - August 19th, 2015
Nette Onclaud's contest - "Visual of a Verso"
(We were asked to categorize our poems as rhyme, but mine is also a personification... of the rain.)
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
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Sun slowly sinks closing yet another day
Warm golden rays caress the earth's orb
Moonlight peeps through drifting clouds
Stars twinkle suspended from heaven's realm
Silvery shadows slide as dark hues hide
A mist rolls in with silent ease
Wraps around and gives a squeeze
A dead calm smothers daylight to night
Moments frozen in feathery white.
3/31/13
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2014
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I’m hanging on to the skeletal branch with all my might
Westerly winds blow but I won’t give in without a fight
My skin once soft and smooth is now wizened and wrinkly
Dark veins are so visible now, I’m all brown and crinkly
Suddenly a huge gust of wind releases me
HELPPPP! I’m
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Silently I drift down to the ground,
Now I am lying on my winter bed where I will curl up and die
No longer the last lonely leaf on earth …
For now I’m surrounded by my friends and family …
Inspired by the lonely leaf poem by Sophiya Kamil
28th November 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
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As dawn breaks across the rugged land,
vague shapes begin to blurrily appear.
images of mythical creatures now seen
briefly then brushed away they dissolve.
Is it these images that give legends birth?
the tales of Unicorns and dragons?
The stories of three headed beasts
that wander through the mist shrouds?
Pea soup mists that you can almost push aside
abruptly vanishing as the sun burns them off.
Leaving the landscape we all know and accept
yet memories remain of fantastical things.
That re-emerge in our dreams
leaving us with uncertainty and
knowledge deep down within
that mist cloaks and blinds
what lies beyond the veils of time
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
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She howls with the wind and dances with fire
She kindles the flame on the funeral pyre
With fingers of gold she streaks the sky
And sheds her tears when the land is dry.
She tramples the wheat so lush in the field
And nurtures the corn to a golden yield
Spreads her tentacles far and wide
Stirs up tsunamis and ebbs with the tide.
She scales the mountain and tears it apart
Spews out it's lava and rips out it's heart
She rides the waves of a stormy sea
And colors the leaves of the autumn tree.
She lights the stars to shimmer the sky
And blows away storms that linger on high
With a single stroke she weaves her magic
And turns to joy what once was tragic.
Princes and paupers to her they're the same
She casts them aside with haughty disdain
The decisions she makes are hers alone
Ruling supreme from her mighty throne.
Copyright © Cecilia Crasto | Year Posted 2017
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There are very few things more refreshing
than a cool breeze on a hot summer day
Couple that with a glass of iced tea in the evening,
or maybe some chilled lemonade in some afternoon shade
When that tropical breeze blows
on your hot, perspiring skin
It is so rejuvenating, it is soul refreshing
Oh it feels like how you feel
after you finish making love,
and it feels like how you feel
when you start making love again
It's a top-of-the-morning type of feelin',
it's a late night, down low kind of chillin'
Riding on that summer breeze
makes you ready and always willing
to take a journey to love that is so, so fulfilling
There's not a lot of things in life
more pleasant than this
Catching a cool summer breeze
is something I never ever want to miss
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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A rhapsody of
rock and roll rain,
tango twisting winds,
samba snow flakes,
step, skip, spin and swing.
So the subdued sun
remains solemnly shy as its
orchestra of rays fail to compose.
Recalling vivid verdant visions,
a promenade of naked trees tremble,
serenading melancholic melodies,
On a bitter branch
a nightingale sits in silence.
Silent One
15 March 2018
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018
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December 2017
Extremely high winds are forecast due to an influx of sprouts over Christmas . My New Year’s resolution to avoid chocolate is not the only dark cloud on the horizon
January 2018
We have eaten the last of the sprouts so the prevailing winds have subsided! The air pollution warning is now on amber alert.
Many areas of the country will be suffering from deep depression. This is due to a heavy cloud of debt lingering after a cyclone of over spending during the festive period
February 2018
I’m in the doldrums as the period of deep depression continues, for some people it will last for many months. A blizzard of bills are expected and it has dawned on me I need to observe a degree of self control next year
March 2018
Arid conditions are felt in my wallet and I’m under pressure to pay off the monsoon of bills. The pressure is rising and I can feel the chill factor if they don’t get paid
April 2018
I am continuing my diet so there are nor’easter eggs for me
May 2018
My neighbour is expecting her baby so we have advanced warning of flash flooding, which may occur at any time during the month. The baby is to be called Gail. We are hoping she will be a ray of sunshine and not wet and windy.
June 2018
I am going to be child-minding Gail so I expect a lot of damp patches and prevailing wind. I hope Gail is temperate as I don't think I could cope with a howling Gail!
July 2018
We are due to get a visit from the icy mother in law and are predicting a degree of turbulence. She breezes into our house and always gives us such a frosty reception; it takes a long time before she thaws. I can only tolerate her in small doses, I hope she backs off otherwise I could reach boiling point.
August 2018
I’m going on holiday and will be found sunbathing on a beach in Hawaii. I am hoping for sunshine, as I do like a warm front!
September 2018
From past observation there will be a tide of Christmas tat on the shelves. I will promise my hubby that I’ll curb my spending on my current account and not eclipse last year’s hail of debt.
October 2018
Hubby has issued me a severe red warning not to overspend this year!
November 2018
I have reached saturation point with the tsunami of cards I have to write … I hope the postmen do not have another lightning strike this year.
December 2018
Yippee! Sprouts are back on sale in the shops. More strong winds are predicted which may reach gale force at times!
FICTIONAL POEM
Weather Forecast 2018 contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
12/30/17
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
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Fifty-two words in Inuktitut
A full deck plus a Joker
That's me
As a bike courier
Each day's weather
Was a new game to play
Winter storms a sport of kings
For traffic riders
Crowned insane
Beneath a frosted balaclava
A fervent grin with
Road salted teeth
Grinding
Under tread
Fifty-two words for snow and ice
I don't speak but understand
I know them intimately each.
17.11.23
Composed for Viv Wigley's
"My Winter"
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017
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rain drops hit still pond
surface ripples spread outward
tickling frog bellies
Copyright © Warren Doll | Year Posted 2018
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Seems as I age
My fondness for trees only grows
Their resilience and gracefulness
Their symmetry and beauty
Their arms outstretched heavenward
As if asking to be blessed with a nest for life
But it’s the way they bravely face each season
No fanfare just day by day
Making the most of their assets
Offered freely to all taking the time to appreciate
Every gnarly curve earned though hardship
Broken branch and injury
Radiant in the sun
Solemn by moonlight
Valiant through the rainstorm
Resolute against snow and sleet
Naked… Buds… Foliage… Dried falling leaves
And naked again the cycle regenerates itself
Such is life on this beautiful planet
Submitted on August 29, 2018 for contest END AUGUST 2018 STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted in March, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley.
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the broken branches of the skeletal oak on the corner
As if they relished the fate of the cruelly stripped leaves.
I saw a hundred crows there.
How many make a murder?
Black pointy wraiths;
Scattered commas lined up like
Iron shavings stuck
To magnetic branches.
Dull steel skies slid in vast arcs around them.
Sprinkling windy foreboding,
Their clouds reached down
To Collect their talons.
So many eyes I know they see
Spiny black needles poking out of me.
Bloodless murder, muffling gray gauze No need to caw…,
A hundred crows see it all.
Copyright © Kevin Lawrence | Year Posted 2018
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Listen to poem:
At the end of every rainbow there lies a pot of Gold
Or so hail all the Stories that I have been told
But what do my Wondering Eyes behold?
A Greater Treasure today here unfolds
A Greater Treasure for some indeed
For at the end of this rainbow lies a Steed!
A Fair Creature that can truly make one’s Heart Sing
A creature treasured by both Pauper and King
Their Strength surpassed only by their Humility
While Chiseled Beauty defines their Nobility
So if Treasures of the Heart are what you seek
Next time you see The Bow just take another peek
One might just find the Truest of Friends
Waiting there at The Rainbow’s End!
Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2018
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The gentle music flows
from every drop of rain,
as it just lightly taps
against my window pane.
The wind begins to whistle
it's own melodious song,
while the wind-chimes
dance and play along.
The soothing sounds cast open
the windows and doors.
I close my eyes and breathe.
The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars.
I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops
as if they were at play.
My breath now quickened with emotion.
I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day.
The curtains blow inward
the breeze itself is warm,
my mind is so peaceful
in the calm before the storm.
The sky's voice trembles
from above a darkening cloud,
as the rolling thunder
speaks it's thoughts aloud.
The thunder awakens
the flash of light.
The part of nature
that sends some to flight.
I chose to embrace the power of nature
in the earth and sky.
And bask in the wonder
that fills my eyes.
The rain seems to be letting up
as it puddles on the green grass,
and the once powerful winds
are now calming down at last.
The gray clouds are parting
and a bright rainbow forms,
proving that something beautiful
can come from such dangerous storms.
My eyes close and I breathe
in the scent of the cleansing rain.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow
dance in my mind where I feel no pain.
The sun peaks from behind the clouds
just to say hi.
I feel the warmth against my face
as I view the beauty with a sigh.
Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy
For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
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Shikayat Toh Sabhi Karte hai
Par shikayat karoge Kab Tak
Haqeeqat Ki Talaash To Sabko Hai
Par Haqeeqat Talaashoge Kab Tak
Jo Bhi Hai
Yehi Zindagi Hai Bas
Jilo Thoda Iseh
Zinda Ho Jab Tak
Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013