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Christmas Tranquility

 

Outside snowflakes fall and my world is full of snow,
so, I bundle up warm and for a winter walk I go.
The snow is drifting and the wind is chilly,
but as I stroll I am full of Christmas tranquility.

I love seeing all the homes so brightly decorated,
always amazed at the imagination folks created.
Strolling along I am enjoying the Christmas lights,
at every corner there are more enchanting sights.

At home, odd balls and things fill my Christmas tree,
and in a cozy chair I curl up with a hot cup of tea.
I listen on the radio to some old Christmas tunes,
and dream . . . I do that often on snowy afternoons.

Winded

I’m sitting on my lawn chair
Outside the night is cool
I hear the trees swaying
The breeze chills my skin
It knocks on my hippocampus  
Am I here or where it blows?
Breeze, you are timeless
From queens to divas, the same
You carry me back to my childhood
You go from high to my lows
You leave me bereft as you leave
You come at my like a windmill
Alone I’m ash on your windy night
It takes a Starry Night like tonight
It takes a Van Gogh to go with you
I would go mad like the wind
I would chase that lonesome boy
I would ride his Sirocco to him
But I am too sane to be a zephyr
Enough wind, it’s time to go in
Make sure the windows are closed
No wind, you can’t get to me
No, you will not breeze through me
The nostalgia you profess is shuddered
The lonesome boy is here within
I wish you would take him with you
But, that would mean we are you
When I’m dust we’ll both join you
We’ll chase the highs to lows
Come and visit me next time
I’ll bundle up and be ready
Just in case you carry me away
I won’t repeat what Vincent did
When he met you on a …
Starry, starry night

Winter's Slumber

A time to chill like the frosted air
bundle up with hats and scarfs
While nature gives its animals fur and thick skin
Our fat we so not as well cherish
But that deep sleep like the bears
Comes when the house is so cool
What is it about icy chilly air
That sends me into a drool of slumber
The fresh scent of cool linen
Beneath my warm grandma quilts
It's inviting and hospitable 
You want to linger in luxury
To cast away winter chores 
like shoveling snow I rather
Warm my toes by the fire
melting marshmallows for smores
And nurse hot drinks 
The flip side of summer
Is the warm fuzzy rituals
We create only in winter.

Anatomy of a Marriage

We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower,
late for us now being after 9.
We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts
of the front lawn,
apparently more interested in our individual views of the heavens
than our proximity as a couple.

We see no meteors
as we watch the stars begin to appear,
but three satellites pass overhead 
in less than a minute,
and this makes me feel some wonder 
at what humanity has accomplished.

You then go inside
as I start to doze 
and return with word that the internet astronomers
have pronounced 4am as the prime viewing time.
So off we go to bed and sleep.

At 4 I wake,
bundle up in an old bathrobe, 
and head out into the star covered yard.
Eventually you follow
and we watch as several meteors shower past in as many minutes.

Content that we have seen it,
although definitely less impressed than we remember,
we head back to bed 
and sleep.

(for Carol - 8/13/23)

A Snow Day

There’s a blizzard outside
Wanna’ go for a ride?
With toboggans and sleighs
And drifts that amaze

So we bundle up tight
And head out with delight
The winds are so brisk
We evaluate the risk

After our ride
We head back inside
The hot chocolate’s now hot
We sip down a lot

There’s a blizzard outside
The winds howl and chide
“Stay by the fire,
And avoid my ire!”

December Observations

Hail to December! – a magical month, indeed,
like no other in the calendar,
When neighborhoods come alive with lights
and decorations to remember,
Reindeer on roofs with Rudolph in the lead,
Street corner Santas ring bells,
Folks bundle up tight and take in the sights.

Main street churches feature a nativity scene
with a manger and animals
to honor the Savior born on Christmas day
almost lost in the annals,
While local stores focus on raking in the green
Carolers, becoming a thing of the past,
Singing “The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.” 

Written December 1, 2022

Does March Ever Quit

Does March ever quit
to be the wildest month?
Isn't its fury a serious threat
to the crows who munch
on anything, they can find?

We bundle up not to catch a cold,
saving a trip to the doctor's office is so smart;
Grandma always said, " To keep warm:
wear your woolen scarf, gloves, and hat!"
I listened to her warning as a good kid should;
can granny's advice misinform?

It's time for the shovels to come out
of the storage room, I'm the first
to grab one; every morning I shoveled snow 
that was two feet while the frightened neighbors
watched me from inside their frosted windows;
I screamed at them saying," Come out
and join me, more snow is to come! "
But no, they stayed inside enjoying my show!

Do winds blow harder on freezing days in January...
scattering the flocculent snow anywhere they can?
Which one is the fiercest month: February?
They all are winter's bad omen to spread doom,
making us dream about the flowers in bloom;
isn't this harsh punishment more than a ban? 

Does March ever quit
it's a dramatic play of self-rage and insanity;
who would challenge it
and halt at once the spiteful winds of frenzy?


  

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Winter - Nk

temps get so cold
 icy glare
 trees stand bare
 cold winds blow
 here comes snow
 get your skis
 feel the freeze
 winter takes hold

 a nor'easter is on the way
 get ready for the storm
 bundle up to keep warm
 snowman with a scarf on
 standing on someone's lawn
 snowflakes on window sill
 it is silent and still
 on such a very snowy day

 8-25-2022
 Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
 Sponsor: Charles Messina

Mr Blizzard

Collaboration with Marcello Eans

Take that, you silly people; rain, sleet, wind, and snow.
Two to three feet, knee high, thirty below.
Funny creatures with warm blood can’t handle the cold.
Three years, fifteen, even forty years old.

What do you do; stay shut in, run, bundle up, or pout?
C’mon you wimps, put on your coats; I’m callin’ you out.
It’s only water, partially frozen; what’s there to fear:
You’d come out in shorts and t-shirts if it was ice cold beer.

Called my friend, Mr. Spring; told him, “Stay on vacation.
Mr. Winter’s clockin’ in, so relax and be patient.”
Ms. Summer’s got no desire to even get out of bed.
Fall would rather stay in his room and play instead.
 
However, Ms. Summer’s so stubborn, she’ll be up by noon.
Mr. Spring won’t come back, so she’ll be here soon.
So, now you people see clearly that you’re not in control.
I’ll get you next year, but, for now, it’s home to the North Pole.

Weather

Windy today so hold on to your hair.
Easter is on it's way with snow in the air.
Air filled with pollen so hide for a few hours.
Thunderstorms will bring May flowers.
Hail for tonight so bundle up tight.
Everyday the weather will change to our delight.
Rays of hot sun are very bright.



Date Written: 3/9/2022 
Note: Acrostic Rhyme
Not sure but I have been told, I am the first writer to start this type of poem.
I have been writing them for years.

Half the World

The snow is waiting in the clouds;
The day is raw and bleak
While in Australia, there are crowds
In sunshine, all this week.

I bundle up when I go out,
The coming storm a threat,
Yet tennis players run about
In Melbourne, dripping sweat.

It’s strange the way the earth revolves
And how the seasons flip.
In half the world, the ice dissolves;
The rest’s in winter’s grip.

Seasons Impression

A few yellow leaves, diminutive bless.
         The subtle birth of Fall— my eyes impress.
               Verdant green—deep visual for my dreams.
The season’s frisk—Jack Frost snips at the seams.

Soon the froth of frisky leaves, everywhere.
          The flamboyant tango, showering flair.
               And oh…the burning Autumnal passion—
                   the sizes and shapes, bittersweet fashion.

I forget my bathing suit, bundle up,
          vigorously jump into loving cup
               of apple cider, pumpkin pie and leaves.
Season’s change, cheeky-warm, with knitted sleeves.

10/6/2021

Like a Magnet

The sunshine, like a magnet,
Tries to draw me back outside
Though after my pre-sunrise walk,
My preference is to hide.

Within these walls I’ve made my place
And, in relaxing wear,
I’ve found enough to do so I 
Don’t need to go out there.

Yet when the sunlight dapples
All the buildings ‘cross the street,
That old familiar tug begins
And brings me to my feet.

I find some socks and bundle up,
My mask from eyes to chin,
And head outdoors to feel the sun
On just an inch of skin.

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Oh the weather outside is crummy.
Makes me yearn for days so sunny.
Looking out my front window,
See it snow, see it snow, see it snow.

Brought lots of fire wood inside,
'Cause the wind blows fiercely outside.
Weather man says it's 40 below,
And the wind still blows and blows.

It's the hardest time of the year.
The frost and the cold have no peer;
But inside I can bundle up tight,
Safe and warm by the hearth's fire light.

Oh the weather outside ain't funny;
So I'll leave bread and corn for the bunnies.
I'll feed the birds by my front window.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Emperor Penguin

He cannot soar as eagles do
 Singing is not for him tis true
  So this  tale is told in black and white
 in places where cold winds blow
   So bundle up and take this flight
 On a journey to the floe

   It's summertime but freezing still
 And his mate passes him her new laid egg
   And then she's off to feed on fish and krill
 As he balances the egg on his feet with skill
 
   He must incubate the egg till hatched
 As he awaits her return
   She will come back and feed baby bird with her catch
 And he will go to sea for which he yearns

 He will dive beneath the churning waves
   And glide beneath the ocean blue
 Catching fish for which he craves
   He will do an underwater ballet too

 He calls Antarctica home
   And is the only creature to winter there
 It's much too cold for others to roam
   He is attired well, a 'tuxedo' he wears

7-9-2020

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