Often winter is very harsh and cold,
and yet its frozen trees are draped
in white snow and that's charming and exciting;
look for the blooming snow flowers towards morning.
Other seasons echo with mellow sounds,
many are the songbirds that create harmony;
in winter we may see a raven with frosted wings,
he won't make it and will probably die of agony.
Only pine trees and holly shrubs are green,
such stateliness never whithers and is still seen,
lovelier they seen decorated with the trembling stars;
on clear nights, I sat under them and dreamt of Mars.
For many flurries of snow are delightful to watch and admire,
but it's not a joy for a shivering and frail beggar in much dire;
he may need that warm blanket to survive the bitter cold for long;
get him one and he'll find another spot to sleep and stay strong.
Wear a heavy jacket and venture in the blanket of thick snow
to help a stranded puppy trembling and feeling alone;
he'll wiggle his tail and bark happily but doesn't know
that someone is looking for him and wants to take him home.
On the wings of winter the northern winds depart,
their harsh whisper the frost-fastened barren boughs hear…
wait, you’ll listen to the sweet music soon, don’t fall apart,
the serenading southern breeze will caress you, you’ll endear.
The misty mask melts away, turning the sky cobalt clear…
the ambrosia of spring descends, drizzling in diaphanous air,
gossamer clouds clad in wispy ribbons of regal robe appear,
enticed by their satin shadow the buds begin to unfurl in flair.
Defoliated trees spring to life after verdant resurrection,
the sunburst sky sprays dust spectrum on dawning meadow.
On cadenced flow of zephyr floral fragrance finds the direction,
to trail the butterflies flittering in the arena of springtime show.
The southern winds waft your scintillating scent sailing to me,
it allures me in moonlit magic to the amorous river of grace,
its silver ripples reflect the moonbeam lattice on you, I see…
your eternal spring I’ll drape forever in ecstasy of embrace.
Posted : May 4, 2020
Judged and N/A : May 24, 2020
June 13, 2020
Contest : N-A re-run 7
Sponsor : John Hamilton in
Ah,rebellious spirit wanting space
With my finger on the map I paced
I climbed Helvellyn, fell off Striding Edge
Spent a lifetime hanging off a ledge
Meanwhile our kind teacher twittered on
Thomas Hardy, Hopkins., we were numb
She never mentioned she saw my escape
How the nuns hurt me, the cruel rape
I slipped on High White Stones and almost dropped
My feet were dangling off the fearsome rocks
No-one knew for I was climbing last
Know me please but never learn my past
How quickly life has run since I could climb
Now I merely sit here draped in rhymes
Draped across the mountain range
A damp silver blanket
Remnants of last night's thunder storm
This morn's greatest asset
Miles swiftly pass on by, and time
In rear view mirror flies
Never to be seen again
In a second it dies
Fleeting moments of our lives pass
Captured only in thoughts
Stored in full color, choreographed
By best Master sought
Time runs through the last hour glass
It seems to pick up speed
Sands can not be slowed or halted
Those savored moments do good deeds
I wore fear
like a winding sheet,
leaving behind trails
of dead dreams
I held hope in my hands
and weeping, it slid
through my fingers
evaporating to naught
I undulated to music
praying for redemption
within the passage,
I was left bereft, still, taciturn
but by relinquishing velleity
into the firmament,
and smashing my glass heart
for the loves' of my life
I've begun to believe
in miracles again,
I am finding the way
that comforts my soul
A shimmering
lavender light,
shines with serenity
burns out the fear
and builds a blaze of hope,
by loving without doubt
the whips of regret
are now unmoving
fires have been stoked,
this mystery now has élan
I am flesh, reborn out
and into this life, once again.
I should have draped you with my soul!
I should have proved
my heart is eternally yours!
"Draped in Moondust"
fragrant flowers fade
'neath starry moonlight
was love as fragile?
*For Richard Lamoureux's Questionku Contest.
*Dec. 1, 2012.
Life's memories are gathered like bright diamonds
draped on delicate shrine
No one else can take
this template in your mind
Memories real gems of history
to claim or leave behind
No need to grasp too tightly
securely they will be
Found on the wings of silence
where our souls prefer to be
For rest is what is needed
to wave the past goodbye
Raise gentle in each day
our memories are our Ali
For our memories make us
who we are
...and who, we want to be...
Raise gentle in each day...
...we create our destiny...
Locks of black draped long
Stockings torn scattered thong
Excited to pert pouting lips
Boots licked, slicked
Peachy skin tasted neat
Kissed to caress sweet treat
Glazed eyes in lusting cry
Tattooed temptress, undressed
Sweated runs cascading love
Shapes of thee in welcome glove
In writhing motion natures ocean
Lusting waves, crave
Passionate moans echoes groan
Loving two in wanting roam
Fetish filled fuelled now spent
Strangers lust, never repents
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-19.php
It was coming up, the politics
like dirty sex
in tall Parthenium grass.
The panther was hiding on a steppingstone
watching the hot, field hockey
played with skulls of peers.
Mauled, the peach skin was
entertaining sunlight in
the metaphoric village.
Prisoners of false ceilings,
we sing the anthem with
the crowd of wolves.
Satish Verma
Winter,Oh Beautiful Winter
lay your white blanket over me
as I may huddle in it's warmth
as I may Caress the whiteness with my tips
and catch the snowflakes with my lips
A wonderland of Velvet satin
carrying its wind of pain through my soul.
destroying my body with frostbite
and achieving its goal.
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