Time is unbreakable.
Whatever happen to me
Life went on freely,
It flows like a wick
Of smoke of a candle,
That was extinguished.
Slight spark flickers
In twilight of doubts,
In passion hot campfire.
Time to thaw, defrost,
And get warmer in life.
Something was different this morning
I'd gone to bed chilled,
reached for another blanket
knowing I'd have to defrost with coffee
before bracing for the north wind.
But sunlight peeked at me
through my kitchen window.
Too tempting not to open the door
and say, "Good morning."
There it was—
the first crocus greeting me
as if it was her calling card.
I felt the warmth of sunshine
on my face
and grinned knowing Spring
didn't forget to visit.
Shards of lambent moonlight drift across crumpled charcoal sky,
gleaming snow clad laneways flaunt ancient ghostly footprint,
dream world boisterous cabals lurk in blue ink shadows,
glow worm street lights peer o’er nocturnal hour hush,
swirling toll of dulcet midnight bells defrost black ice veil,
mud stained slush from madcap drivers spray giggling sweethearts
The world was born of ice and flame
Of crystal drops that filled the empty plane
When Muspell's heat burned Niflheim
And life unraveled from the endless stream
And formed a voice whose name was Scream
Where shapes spilled out from his unseen dream
The waves then rise to cast new sounds
Soft yet gentle, the vibrant hums
Freed more life from their icy bounds
Defrost, the Aesir thus came to be
The first of which was so-called Búri
Whose son then wed and begat three
The three then warred against the Scream
For they saw no good inside his dreams
His pores sweat venom in boundless streams
That primal Scream thus fell down and shattered
His flesh and bone, all torn asunder
Which then were used to forge all matter
Henceforth came an age of craft divine
New worlds were built, 'til there were nine
Bound by Yggdrasil, their verdant spine
Yet discord hangs across the cosmic loom
Weaving prophecies that foretold gloom:
What bore the world shall be its doom
War and death had shaped Yggdrasil's roots
And destruction echoes within its shoots
Thus, war and death shall be its fruit
winter wears a white coat
ice magnum opus wide range
let yourself defrost
7/7/5
looming snow-capped peaks
frozen water treks slowly
sky has a somber color
5/7/7
frost flakes piling on the grass
sparkling like diamonds
dawn beckons with a bright smile
7/5/7
Syllables checked by HMS
Written: December 08, 2022
Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Wonder not, my friend,
Why the buds of love seldom bloom in
Men’s hearts,
It is because of
The blizzard of indifference that
Hardly ever, allows compassion for others,
To defrost!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 October 2022
Shapeshifting ego,
heart’s weakness does know,
that seeks to acquire
objects of desire.
Myriad thought forms
attack us in swarms,
spawning illusion,
cause of delusion.
Our soul is agape;
there seems no escape,
since fear mirrors lust,
in a downward thrust.
We are living light
in blissful delight,
yet this truth is veiled ~
on desire’s cross nailed.
Ego’s like a ghost,
for each time we boast
or succumb to greed,
devil’s who we feed.
Just when all seems lost,
if heart we defrost
inviting God in,
we are cleansed from sin.
Sans thought, ego dies.
We then feel joy rise,
transmuting our soul,
now blissful and whole.
07-May-2022
the last vestiges of winter
leave with the warming of air
and the strong wind gusting
as the hot and cold clash
in the battle of the Titans
what was frost is now defrost
as I yearn to venture outside
and be hugged by the spring season
sudden downpours alert me to
change in the air
a sniff of flower and sunshine
that warms as it illuminates
torrential rains knock at my window
washing away the old
as queen bees knock at my door
seeking the best real estate
to plant the nest
and start a new family
the very drops of water
I shuddered from in the cold
I now embrace
as a sign
of better days to come
gone back to nature
plants overtaking the streets
nothing to wager
no fannies in too small seats
no more televised repeats
nothing new to learn
knowledge without a future
only time to burn
always idle computers
no new wounds needing sutures
airplanes are all still
no one's borders being crossed
no steaks on the grill
no more items to defrost
nothing's gained when all things lost
meters keep running
no demand for solutions
nothing is cunning
no bulbs creating lumens
Planet Earth void of humans
Locked in the frost,
Halloween seems like a gatepost,
Fantasies turn into a permafrost,
Pumpkins next to the doorpost,
Vampires at the rearmost,
Ghosts at the bedpost,
Wolves at the aftmost,
Midnight clocking the midmost...
Sunrise cleansing the defrost.
What a rockstar life i live
I just defrosted the fridge freezer
But at least i now have
Plenty of
Ice , ice baby
Only problem is
Pity shame the vanilla
ice cream went off
So unfortunately now
Dom Pedro
&
Knickerbocker glory
As they are off the menu
Who knew?
With the triumph of good over evil,
With me making a deal with the devil.
With the goddess of colour in our favour,
WHO KNEW it would cause our strings of heart to defrost in flavour.
Seeing him made my heart skip a beat,
And gave my eyes a sugary treat.
Didn’t really think would ever see him again,
WHO KNEW destiny had it’s way with my brain just chained.
That night my ‘gram pinged,
And like a lovesick fool I blinked.
WHO KNEW there started the story of my first love,
But ,like Cinderella, the clock turned twelve and off came the pretty gloves.
We had our share of ups and down; the pretty basic setup,
But never for once did I give up.
Held onto it, for it was the greatest thing that happened to me, my first love; just so epic,
WHO KNEW my favourite drug would give me the worst trip.
Space Shot
If I were a scientist I'd build a massive gun
To blast myself beyond the moon and then beyond the sun
I say the sun but it’s a star, our closest so I'm told
But I would keep on going cos the stars just leave me cold
They’re balls of burning gases and I’m sorry to be fickle
They always burn your tootsies and they defrost your popsicle
So on I'd travel speeding like a nuke intergalactic
Glad I built my launcher out of metal and not plastic
Lest I fail my mission, I'll rally and jet on
No meteorite shall halt my flight, I'll have my helmet on
I only hope that as I go my lungs don't spill my breath
For who would then inform you of my sad untimely death
My sole intent to land upon a planet like our earth
And so I would send word instead about my second birth
I'd need to make a missile that could take my message home
But first I'd make a shelter, perhaps a perspex dome
Once I'm fed and rested I would make another shooter
For there's no way that I could make an Interstellar scooter
If that's what you expected I must demonstrate defiance
My skills are in ballistics and not in rocket science
Defrost
By: Tanejah Staton
12/07/2018
“Unrest of Spirit”
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Everyday is the same
Only the date differentiates these passing days
Quiet rooms no one to call
Regret, extreme fears, ultimately self-hate
Souls a wreck sleep all day but feel no rest
Dancing in the graveyard of my dreams in my head
Something has got to change
Want to stop fantasizing about suicide and death
And I know nothing will change depressed in my bed
I awake and get dressed
Still numb but still moving
I’ll free fall off the edge
Stepping off the porch I breathe deep eyes adjust to the sun
Finally I feel something
Calm, accepting, and at peace
I won’t be the reason I die before I’m dead
You can see their breath upon the air
As people bustle by without a care
The homeless don’t even get a single glance
No care for thier circumstance
your small change it means alot
to you the cost of a bottle of pop
to a person on the street
it will mean they will be able to eat
A simple greeting does not cost
some peoples souls need a good defrost
A roof above my head to sleep
A bed where i can fall asleep
and some food upon my plate to eat
and a friend who will not browbeat
A friendly face a little smile
and people who don’t judge my lifestyle
Being homeless is not a crime
yet people judge you all the time
my place of birth, the way I speak
does not make me some sort of freak
a helping hand and being kind
should define all mankind
designer suits don’t define a man
but the kindness shown in their lifespan
To their fellow man
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