Brumal Poems

Blessings and Peace

As I lay on the forest floor, 
peacefully gazing at the starry sky,
I wonder about the blessings,
                 ~that are numerous,
                   than the stars passing by.

The sodden forest ground,
the smell of ferns and fronds,
chirping night voices,
            ~ earth's blessings,
  	    and bond,
  	    with creatures roaming along.

Soft brumal winds,
their tinkling hints,
snowflakes floating around,
jewels of wintry crown,
           ~ seasonal blessings,
  	   lovingly,
 	   showered down.


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Peace of mind poetry contest
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Winter Scene

Soft snowflakes falling, winter comes calling, 
Wind shakes the pine trees, snowman's time to freeze, 
Birdsong's enthralling, cardinal's drawling;

Lamppost lights the way, houses silent stay, 
Cold nights, brumal breeze plus minus degrees, 
The snowman can't play, the red bird feels grey;

Silence rules the scene, white covers all green, 
Wintry winds do tease the bright bird's chemise, 
The snowman's seen smiling like Mr. Bean. 



Picture #3

Magic

I could use a little magic tonight
some sorcerer to sympathize
and with his kind arcane words
conjure a spark so I may finally
find my way to some lovely land
lucent with Panglossian light
after doleful decades stumbling
solitary and blind in the bitterly
brumal dark fearing with each 
step I will fall and fail to rise

Snowballs in Summer

Snowballs in Summer, ballsy blooming.
Lovely the limelight hydrangea cheer.
Buds’ll be diminished, as freeze be looming.
Leading edge Winter wear will disappear.

But for now, the gorgeous bloom display
upticks my heart. I wave. The flower puffs.
Along sidewalk in bridal shade bouquet
before the cluster water vessel rebuffs.

Thrown, those snowballs into sight of mine.
Attention to draw; does anyone else lean
into the bushes between the church & spine
of current neighborhood,  this brumal scene?

The Obsidian Plague of Midnights

In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter,
all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow.
The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes,
but all the while the candlelight of friendship did glow.

you’d think she’s the sun -
i wax and wane in restraints
having lost my way

The flickering of her tongue as she wet our weep with wine.
O how the shadows flickered on the walls as if in mirth.
The slow burn lasted as the wind howled, the chimney choked.
Her wrinkled, waxy skin, a kin to suffering and pain.

each deep etched line spoke
a sticky web of knowing
lips barely moving

That Spring, she showed up with an armful of daffodils,
and silliness, tears stinging her neck, this honeybee.
She understood madness, and the brumal sun. Outliers
could not drink our elixir nor interlope upon our phoenix rising.

cascade of the moon
no longer afraid of dark -
white lacy curtains

Sullen Scenery

Written: April 05, 2024

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Perched delicately on the shiny cobalt.
The brumal sky is where it lies. 
A sight that truly captures the heart. 
With such beauty, there is no disguise. 

Pearly salver shines with a radiant glow.
Amber and pearliness, as a full moon show
Surrounded by a mist of ashen hue.
A wolf, feeling glum and bleak blue.

Solitary and desolate it stood.
Amid night depths In a gloomy mood.
A bluesy dirge, yowls in the night.
Oh, the woeful wails of leaden plight. 

Echoing through the depths of sorrow's reef. 
Watery paint that runs under the leaf.
A mournful melody, heavy and deep.
In the heart's chamber, it does seep. 

A melody dances, in mild waves cascades.
A rippling composed refrain.
The heart sings its sweet serenades.
Whispers of golden yearning strain.

The Lilt of Lilac Melodies

Wan is the hiemal world outdoors, 
The biting breeze blows bitter,  
like a blizzard building in momentum, 
Cold creeps in through the closed windows,
But his harmonic heart is happy and warm, 
touched by tantalizing tingles of tender tunes. 

~ silent violins play violet symphonies ~

The mystery of mauve melodies mesmerise his mind, 
as he is lost within his mellifluous macrocosm;
Intoxicated with invigorating inspirations, 
he experiences euphonious euphoria, 
Forgetting the frost and frozen fingertips, 
he hums sweet sonatas in the making. 

~ soothing arias arouse amethyst emotions ~

A string of soft heliotrope strains 
brush away the brumal brutality, 
And even as the notes swell, they quell the chill, 
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz, 
resonating sizzling rhythms all around the room;
Content with cantatas serenading magenta Maestoso. 

~ lilac lyrics light up lavender legacies ~

Hogwarts

            dark wonder through a mist
        the evening, brumal, kissed
   with gloaming’s glowing fires
 the breaths of hearts’ desires
a spot where magic schemes
to shape the meat of dreams
 and mold from common flesh
   what wands alone can thresh
       this realm from make-believe
            that only words could weave.









(For Jo - sweet life’s reprieve)








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, December 4, 2022

Murky Thick Haze

bluesy blurbs 
    of
brumal 
    blackness
      its 
  crawling 
clasps
   of 
silvery 
  gnawing
    below 
      shriveled 
            shades
       of 
       oxidized
    & 
      deep 
         haze
 immure
&
  wait

   awakening
     cold winter
         warm soul
&
         henceforth
     will hear
   pearly 
chants
    from  
      Birdie
        Green

with neon 
  embers 
     swirling
        fractals 
of
  gemmed 
      hues
 in 
 spirit
   for 
     soft 
        knock 
of 
   spring
           on 
    frozen 
shell
of 
withered 
     dreams

Written: January 15, 2023

3rd place contest winner

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

cover to cover -

oh, heaven …

the enigma of her face ...
its melting mysteries and moody veneers -
when shadowy and despondent
like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
wild tresses framing it
like a surf-swept seaweed
sandy spindrift
left tossed by her squall
then …
the haze lifts -
irises - star sapphires, shimmering
glistening like the wash of the Milky Way
her smile blooms forth
as a dazzling midday meadow
splashed thick with bluebells and promise
and all that manic magic ...
cinematic surprises from there-to-here
rages of rouge, bawdy blushes
and pale complexions, pitiful
the multitude of transitions and tones -
all my undoing
and all divine …

oh heaven.








( this is a simple form I created called “Bookend Free Verse - I hope you enjoyed it )

Love Lost

On silent lonely nights
When the moon is shining bright,
your thoughts fly stealthily by.
Must accept the truth, though with a sigh,
we're poles apart, better savor the times 
we had, both good and bad.
You've touched my life in so many ways,
try explaining but just can't say why.
The laughter we shared and fun we had.
What went wrong I have no clue.
But so long as it lasted I know it was true.
You say that you are over me
My heart skips and sinks.
I feel so much grief.
I never wanted to lose you.
You've moved on, but why can't I
stuck in this brumal voyage.
Time heals all wounds, except this one,
like memories to be treasured --
pain vibrating deep inside your heart
is still a vital sign of living!
Love cleans the debris from your dust.
My world is shattered,
I don't know what to do.

Anywhere But There

He would lay me flat on the forest floor
among the leaves and the moss
In a pasture or a farmer's field
In the hatchback of his car
parked behind an abandoned cabin
along the river road
Outside his room in the hall
Upstairs upon the bitingly brumal 
bare tiles of the bathroom floor 
was where I lost my virginity
Any of those places he would take me
Never in his bed
Anywhere but there
It was too intimate he said

Swift, the Rills

swift, swift, the rills do run
          swift, from high the mountain
               swifter, tho', the running years
     flowing through life's fountain

creep, creep, the brumal mists
          creep 'midst fells and highlands
               creeping 'round the peaks and years
     mem'ries drowned like islands

drift, drift, my dreams to sea
          drift, like thought and feather
               drifting toward a mortal bloom
     thick with highland heather

sleep, sleep, at last to dream
          sleep, bides blessed and meek
               sleep, come press a kiss goodbye...
     so sweet, now... 'pon my cheek.

Winter Defined-

Winter ~
Dormant Dead season 
Snow winds 
challenging climate changes bearing 
trees and grounds
Brumal


1/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Love Spiral

Oh haste, brumal mists, that twilight kisses
          on hollyhocks, meadow-born,
     Sweet tears resurrected on petals neglected,
               collect 'midst the early morn.

The dew-christened flowers parading the hours,
          sing hope to the callow hearts,
     Then rises the moon, while it saunters to swoon
               and the ballet of eventide starts.

Tall grasses that thrive with new life, come alive
          with a shimmer of luminous lights,
     A slow-spinning dance of glowing romance,
               that July has thus gifted its nights. 

A heavens' breast lighted by stars, unrequited,
          sets stage on the vault, above -
     Night's magic, gone viral, as fireflies spiral ...
               in a whimsical waltz ... of love!






~ 8th Place ~  in the "Spiral" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.

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