Can anything be colder than a day
When clouds of winter make the sun’s embrace
Become a shadow of its former grace
And summer’s verdure gives in to decay;
When snow like burial garments shrouds the hay,
Bleak nature trudges with a mournful pace;
The winter’s gusts make sharp cuts on the face
With blades concealed, as though designed to flay?
Yet, when love’s ardent flame burns out in vain,
The silence answers all unselfish pleas,
The tired wings can’t find their resting nest,
Not even death can ease the inner pain.
Thus, winter’s cold feels like a summer’s breeze
Compared to what remains inside my chest.
She is colder than
Most with emotions.
With her it's just going
Through the motions.
Her womanly ways and
Perfect figure.
No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.
Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
BEWARE! A word
To the wise.
Her full lips,
Her long fingernails.
She is 100%
Bone-a-fide female.
You smile when you
See her look.
You're guessing, she is
A closed book.
Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
The way she moves,
With expertise.
She is at her weakest
In the morning.
She never prepares when
She hears the warning.
No matter what,
A smile on her face.
It's like she has
Fallen from grace.
You can envy her
Lack of attention.
Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.
No emotions show
In her eyes.
No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.
She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
Be careful,
She is colder than most.
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Familiar storm - stampeding, impeding,
drawing in colder days, lighting up
monotone skies, winterizing holiday rise.
Thoughts of yesteryear - their existence
unclear, relegating nonsensical notions,
subjugating my mind - celebrating life.
12/18/2021
Bite Size Poem #30
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
This rain colder than snow beats
on the lonely poet's heart sadder than
a hummingbird deserted by all;
are his tears less human, less tender
than anyone imprisoned by loneliness?
Hasn't he loved enough, hasn't he consoled
souls in times of solitude, where's his reward?
Heaven was above his head shielding him, and Hell
in front of him tempting his thoughts to steadily err,
guess who won and how relieved he was
not to have easily fallen into sin!
This rain colder than snow
shows no empathy, only sorrow;
and staring at the pitiful hummingbird,
my flesh is being pierced by a sword,
and though I don't bleed,
my feeling is profoundly hollow
when it should be filled with hope...
that hope more powerful and more solid
when a promise is spoken and delivered,
never groping for an answer
or hanging on a thin rope
and be frightened by fear!
This rain colder than snow
freezes up the euphony of words
pleasing to ears longing for sweet sounds
that are often heard on idyllic days
with harmonious melodies and vibrant colors;
shouldn't I exchange these raindrops,
turning into ice crystals, for a rainbow...
for a spring that sets the evening horizon aglow?
The Dry Ice of November
David J Walker
There was
once a time
dead leaves devoid of pallor
Were raked into a
a mound of pyre
Great heaps dissolved
In a funeral fire
Releasing the last of
What they were
Into the Autumn air
The scent of
dry November
from a distance
announced everywhere
Then
The cold
Seemed that much
Colder
And the November sun
Much less bolder
Returning so much later
In the morning East
Dissolving sooner in the
Evening West
The dry ice of November
A precursor
To the winter
I constrict and recoil from the bitterly cold wind
The sun so bright it hurts through the clear sky
Soft melancholy music bounces from the perfect acoustics
And I drink my despair ravenously as I cry
My winter's pain is almost too much today
Profound sadness shoves me violently,
tearing my old sweater
scuffing my worn shoes
I mutter some passive nonsense to myself
Hoping tomorrow it will all go away
Hoping tomorrow I'll find someone besides
me to accuse
You saw what I saw
You saw what I did
I’m not asking for applause
I’m not asking for you to forgive
You witness through the night
And in the hours of daylight
But do you know how I feel?
Even though you see me live
Do you listen to my mind?
Do you see the fear inside?
You’ve always been that light
Shining through the darkest night
Helping me get back to sleep when my mind needed the deepest need
You’ve always been my friend
I’ve talked to you for hours on end
But now I see a change in face
I see a colder surface in your space
You did see what I saw, you did see what I did. Every time I look at you it’s there before me and it will never be rid
I’m sorry my friend. I’m sorry. Though you never heard what I said, you never asked me to stop.
I’m sorry my moon friend, I’m sorry you see my conscience won’t free me and so you witness my end.
We met in early summer
when roses were blooming,
and all we thought of was being
in love more than any other!
People look at us and clearly see:
what they had once in their grasp and heartbeats,
but they lost it to uncertainty
without the scented wind's breath on their cheeks!
Don't walk in bright moonlight so sadly,
forgetting that it shone for us so happily:
show your gladness for having me!
Don't be colder than the winter snow:
you have my hands to keep you warm,
never be afraid of walking through the storm!
By morning you'll discover the calmest sea,
and the brightest sky over a pretty willow!
Don't be colder than the winter snow,
lay on my chest, it's your soft pillow;
look further, see a beautiful star that stupefies;
watch thousands of fireflies traveling to Mars!
Don't be colder than the winter snow,
and think that no flower will ever grow!
Written on 11/12/2016
The colder the winter the warmer the spring,
Where from nature’s palette life’s colors are drawn—
Though mute I must be in my heart still I sing,
For the darker the night the brighter the dawn.
The deeper the sorrow the greater the joy,
As shadows and sunlight play alternately—
No doubt or despair can this longing destroy
For my wild swan brothers soon to be free.
When misunderstanding and envy abound,
When devilish obstacles threaten me,
I must tap an inner resource profound—
For the wise will rejoice and the foolish flee.
The fiercer the tempest the sweeter the calm
That will promise a splendid rainbow to bring—
Though muffled in silence may all hear my psalm—
The colder the winter the warmer the spring.
~ Harley White
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Song Lyric, from: One Two Three a Trilogy – Three – “The Wild Swans” – a rendering in musical theater by Harley White – based on the Fairy Tale by Hans Christian Andersen (1805—1875)
Excerpts from Trilogy – click on “Trilogy excerpts”…
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I feel like my nights is getting colder...
There's a lot of weight on my shoulders....
So much pain that I can't take....
So many smiles that I try to fake...
Living in a world with black walls....
Walk a little then fall in deep holes....
Try to reach high to see the light...
But there's no strength left to fight...
Use a pray for one rain drop....
Wishing to go back in time or make it stop....
Drowning pictures with my salty tears....
Starting a new life and throwing all of my life years....
All what I do is fantasize....
So I can believe that I'm a live....
I feel problems cutting my throat...
And darkness is getting over my thoughts...
I'm paralyzed and I can't make a sound....
I'm in a place that no one can find....
So I go back to god and pray....
Cause he knows what's inside with no words to say...
Maybe god will wash my sins....
And maybe my tragedy soon will ends....
Colder Than the Surface of Mars
By Elton Camp
Of global warming I’ve no doubt
Right now that isn’t helping us out
Freezing arctic air is flowing down
Subzero temperatures widely found
Encased in ice and snow are the cars
It's colder than temperatures on Mars
Such conditions are hard to abide
It’s fall, get up, then slip and slide
There’s a chance pipes will freeze
Limbs may crash from the trees
On the roads snow still remains
Jack Frost coats the window panes
How much more of this can we take
All we can do is shiver and shake
The words cut through the air and soon it is over, all over
Her hands slip from his, like one last raindrop sliding off a leaf
The smell of candles waft from behind him, and he turns away as she leaves
The romantic dinner sits on the table, cold, and lonesome with two empty chairs
As he turns back to where she once was standing
He sees only a flash of car lights as she drives away for the last time
Somehow it seems so surreal, the room is silent and still; after all these years
All the years spent with her cheerful voice and playful laugh surrounding him
Now all he can hear is the soft humming of the refrigerator in the background
While the candles burn down and the dinner grows ever colder
A half-hour has passed and yet he stands his ground
The longer he waits the harder his heart starts to pound
Tears cover his cheeks as he falls to his knees
Without a word or a sound he covers his face and weeps
And all the while the candles have burnt out and the food could be no colder
I have just felt
A wind can blow colder
The snow will not melt
Til we will get older
The wind chill factor
Can freeze you quite solid
There will be no reactor
Anyone would be stolid
Was the change of the season
That made the earth change
It can be the only reason
So you can’t think it strange
I froze off my butt
It felt so darn chilled
Could of froze off a nut
Or anything that was spilled
I hope it does warm
So we can go out
If the icicles form
There’s no need to pout
We can go skiing
And play in the snow
Even go snowmobiling
Or out to a show
I like when it snows
And gets cold enough
Just not when it blows
It can feel pretty rough
We all can feel
A cold wind blowing
It’s not a big deal
I just want you knowing
The touch of a frost bitten hand makes me chill with a flare of passion.
Death is my only friend and i cling to to this fact the cold over dose makes my body numb.
Warmth is like a blade to my skin it dosen't fit in to my life like most other things
Fire is an enemy i blame for many things.
Colder then ice is my soul, passion only seems to come by bold out goings of standing in
twenty below, The danger of dieing lingers like a first kiss and a smile dances on my
lips, my eyes tweak with fluttered excitement.
I feel weaker each day of summers breath breathing down my neck i wish the white winds of
winter would take me away a slip me into my cold shell once more.
A time to fall.
A time to rise.
It's not as cold if you close your eyes.
A warm heart.
An empty head.
Another hit, another miss.
Don't expect anything from nothing unless time can produce something.
If that something is important,
use all the time you have.
Dedicate your life.
A time to dive.
A time to swim.
It's time for recognition.
Scratch that inclination thats been itching you from the start.
Separate yourself from the hopeless.
Pick your battles.
It's time to strive for victory.
The clock is ticking
No time to ignore the un resolve in your heart.
It's time to make a move.
Good or bad.
Win or lose.
It's time to make a move.
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