Hard-etched frozen windowpanes
never two adorned the same.
Soft morning light filters through
setting jeweled fronds aflame.
Bitterly cold arctic winds
blustered around overnight,
spattering frigid patterns,
ornate brush strokes of delight.
A silver sylvan forest
where fairies carouse and dance
beneath bright crystal fern flags,
an impromptu frost romance.
Sharp icy fingers crackle,
poking downward from the eaves;
a short few hours of magic
then the glory melts and leaves.
July 16, 2026
For Pattern Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick, Sponsor
The Owl-Father was asked many questions that year
Others did not make a move unless he gave the all-clear
Which one is he? The little yellow chick asked me.
He’s the pompous one standing straight up in that tree.
She flew up and waited for her turn to ask a favor of him.
He blustered and blathered, and turned his pocket watch in.
Staring at her through his monocle, he threw his weight around.
To her credit, she waited for a yes, before flying back down.
Don't bother mom
When leaving the store
In little Blurrys arrival outdoors
Blurry puddle of mudd
The heat of the blender rises
Up from my blustered feet
The Irish Georgia 5th has a pain
The ceilings compassion
Ecclesiastical grace
Foot immersion isn't going well for congress
Trench Foot training since a boy
It teaches soils residence who's home
You could count on five obstructions losing constitution in a process of debate or write an executive branch any minute minute of the day.
I worry about birds
battered frazzle by winds.
But, with feather fluster
hustles, they withstand, affirm.
Once there was a man named Trump,
Whose hair was quite the frump,
He tweeted and he blustered,
But his speeches all just flustered.
He called himself a businessman,
But really just a Twitter fan,
He touted his great wall plan,
But ended up with no real stand.
With each golf game he played,
The American people just brayed,
For they knew this man's charade,
Would lead our country to fade.
So let us all come together,
And vow to make Americba better,
Without this man's orange weather,
We'll prosper and succeed forever.
Under the creepy tree
Lies a haunted bee, living so free
Comes around, goes around
In a shredded house buried underground
No curse can cease the flying bee
No spell to quell a singing bee
Full moon grows as werewolves howl
Shivering behind the bark is a crying owl
The haunted bee saw the preening owl
Jiggling and blustered, the owl began to brawl
The owl quashed the speeding bee on canvass
Bee was bruised, but the owl was stung...
fell on pampas
There’s some tie between ‘Steal’ and ‘Steel’:
One with a Heart of steel could steal;
A clear link of Sought Rice with price:
At shops we stop to price Rice
A clear connection between Twice
And The kept-in-a-cup White Dice
In ludo, dice may be thrown twice
A strong Bond between ‘Wheel and ‘Reel’
A Real really turns like a Wheel
Some knot tying ‘Heal’ and ‘Man’s Heel’
To walk A Blustered Heel has to heal.
All these connections are quite sure,
Except in reasoning we are poor.
blub blue big blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon
bright beaming blinding
blustered bloated behemoth
bang banished
brighten bloom beckons
behind black basin
bemoaning
As is each day of years to come
~
O’ blustered winds - of coarseness flow
Upon these lips atone
Yon murmured fields of slowly strolled
To quest as if unknown
Lest I call these visions deemed
A’ crying o’er the heart
Breadth o’ mine own eyes hath seen
Nor fancied o’ thy part
It hath been of sorrowed sleep
O’ cast of humbled dreams
That I, for one ~ hath felt the thrill
A’ wash of what it seems
For as with all ~ who’ve angels smiled
And to the long of mind
Within my heart thy taste is real
Of you that I now find
For thee, I say ~ I now must weep
Thy joy engulfs my soul
To breathe is lost from what I see
This heart o’ my control
Happiness doth shed these tears
‘Tis moisture meant to show
O’er all that I hath known this past
My heart doth love thee so
I pray that I shall not awake
Yon beauty calls my sleep
For if mine eyes should find the sun
I fear that I shan’t keep
This love angelic I hath found
So forged this dream to see
As is each day ~ of years to come
Thy love doth come to me
Just having a little fun
As The Eagle, Came The Wind
As the Eagle, came the wind,
Above the high mountain peak.
And blustered ‘cross the valley
To the sound of raptor’s shriek.
Blowing from lofty mountain passes
Where the Eagle chased the breeze
Was the wind that lifted the Eagle
Circling over the forest trees.
The wind that stirred the valley
Was the Eagle’s strong winged beat.
And where the lone Eagle flew
Below its high mountain seat
Prey that saw the raptors beak,
Also heard the chill wind’s shriek.
Inspired by the poem
'There Came a Wind Like a Bugle'
by Emily Dickinson.
Barry Stebbings
23/06/2018
I saw you alone with her in silence,
gaping…there’s not much more I can handle.
You were the one I’d go to for guidance,
but for now I’ll just blow out the candle.
A blaze we shared under constellations,
flames of romance; be still my beating fears.
So intense we died in consummation,
but the breeze came along and brought me tears.
I needed you…like the air in my lungs,
you needed freedom from my restless heart.
Our hot flare left leaving ashes that stung,
but the wind blustered, our torch did depart.
Wax melted before we got to dandle,
so for now I’ll just blow out the candle.
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Idiom: "Blow Out The Candle"
To me this means the loss of romance; a fire of love burned out
Date Written: July 21, 2016
My goal's to reach a hundred
my friend he said to me.
What, runs in cricket, drinking pints?
No years you dope, said he.
I want to live to be a ton,
a century I must reach.
Why on earth do you want to live that long,
you always say life's a beach?
Yes, well I used to think that way,
I was a kid and not mature
I've got a different outlook now,
since I'm married and secure.
Aha said I, I smell a rat.
She's begun to turn you round.
She's put ideas into your head,
where before not one was found.
No, no, he blustered, going red
My new wife knows her place.
Yes, right behind you with a stick
I thought, like a racehorse in a race.
Well why this idea that you have
to live to be that old?
That's another seventy years away
three score and ten all told.
I know all that and I'm afraid,
that it's just got to be.
For the mortgage that I've taken out,
will be just paid off, you see.
the big shirt jigged and flapped,
while the clothes line struggled
to gain control; wily birds
stamped their little feet to the
shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered
rhythm; below, the fat garden
cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges
prepared the evening meal, early.
The big shirt jigged and flapped,
While the clothes line…
I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love! I am the one, who loves
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.
Winter’s newborn fusses in blustered billows;
Colicked thunder rumbles from tantrumed lightning.
Blossoms nursing heavenward – April showers.
Christened is springtime
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