snowflakes painting street
white beautiful bright icing
no birds no squirrels
Flake
It snows. I shovel.
It snows. I shovel. It snows.
Weisenheimer, eh?
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“I’ll catch a snowflake,” John had sung.
To this hope, during snowstorm, he clung.
“Look, Mom, I caught one!”
To her did he run;
By then, all she saw was his tongue.
l see you in a crowded train,
ln a lonely station l see you.
l see you in tomorrow's touch.
ln serene sunrise l see you.
l see you in my office at times
ln eyes that smile l see you.
l see you in sickness and pain
'midst men and women l see you.
I see you in ocean's tide
In shells ashore I see you.
l see you in years passed
ln sultry days l see you.
l see you in a petal soft.
ln a drop of rain l see you.
l see you in a grain of sand.
ln a rainbow too l see you.
l see you in a baby's eyes
ln dreams of love l see you.
I see you in tender lips
In broken hearts I see you.
I see you in a rubble of loss
In tyranny and chaos I see you.
I see you in a strand of hair
In moments of loss I see you.
I see you in a painter's art.
In empty gaze I see you.
I see you in a writer's pen
In awards, ceremonies I see you.
I see you in blossomed breasts
In flakes of snow I see you.
I see you with all my being.
In moments of death I see you.
arrives the flakes; and driving wind
the white swirling and whirling
it falls in the forest and on the rivers
it veils the homes, gardens and parks
the paths and streets and cars
until all is winter white
come north wind; I hear you
while floating snow clouds hang low
and flake after flake falls, falls, falls
how delicate each one like snow stars
on wispy wings they dance and twirl
clinging to things
they whisper to me in a sorrowful voice
flake after flake
now, we will melt and die
please give me big break
must have been a big snow flake
landing on the lake.
Grey skies make me smile
Autumn's chill embraces me
Winter's on the way
Now I feel alive
Heat and humidity gone
Summer's oppression
Trees disrobe for sleep
Pray, winter bring your snow
To blanket the earth
White ice lit darkness
Slight crunch of snow under foot
Quiet falling flakes
Swirling wind echos
Calling souls to festival
Join in blissful dance
There is God on high in His created best
making this white frozen small flake
the whiteness is so truly brilliant
only the divine creator this could make
Now He spins this from His perfect hand
sending it into orbit knows where it'll land
it has millions of miles to travel far
on its way, it passes many a star
Think of all these planets they are
they see this flake so perfectly white
wondering where has this come from
so bewildering such an awesome sight
Now all these puffy white clouds
we sometimes see when on a plane
so near looking out near our window
that snowflake passes just like rain
That little flake sent from heaven
now hits its chosen destination
the human eye can now look upon it
in wonder at this amazing celebration
( This piece follows the snowflake leaving God's created hand to its fall on to earth.)
John had turned a bit cynical
His mind was hardening
His skull blew out ideas that did not fit.
I have seen everything, he said.
What about Christmas?
Seen it, done it, wearing the T-shirt.
But not this Christmas.
Death rattle of his throat told her he was retaining his sour.
Have you seen that? What about that?
Have you seen that? Seen it, done it, got the T-shirt.
She was running out of ideas; he was determined to be obstinate.
A snowflake paused in front of his eye sockets.
Wait! He said. I have not seen this.
She looked at the snow flake.
I have never seen this one, he said.
This is something new.
She watched his heart open.
We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this *****steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.
On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.
That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey
Are plucked on Adam's lips.
The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.
There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.
The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.
Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.
We rode beyond the flip
Of Walter and his friends,
On this *****steady slip
In the cabin to the west,
Where the pride of lions sleep
All night till the end.
On the hillside of west,
The corns are left for rats,
The moonlight is left
For the cave of the bats,
The stars in themselves
Are laid so on the mat.
That same mile leads the heap
Of lofty stuffs up the hills,
The snow of flake spills
Into Eve's marshy opened hips,
And the apples of honey
Are plucked on Adam's lips.
The bed bath of Mr. Benson
Floats out steadily in the skies,
Reaching the pride of the sons
Laid up the feet so high,
Sailing all the phantom men
On the carpet of the smile.
There is a table solely laid
Down below the blue ceiling,
Also is a shea iced cake
In the pie wholly sealed in,
And the storm of the day
Rains in the fields of candy.
The circles are in squares
In the Square at the Circle,
The cycles can be shared
In dome down the valleys;
The clones you can swerve,
And bike up the galley.
Now that I have you mine
On the hills up the shores,
Take a look the while
At the feathers of the scores,
One by one in the time,
And rise up on these songs.
AUTUMNS FALL FIRST SNOW FLAKE
i felt the breeze cold
white frozen rain comes autumn
falls first snowflake falls
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Trump Found To Be Flake
Trump has been found to be a flake,
And his earthquake destroyed cake;
Predictable;
Despicable;
On this we wonder what is your take.
Jim Horn
when it cold
sex is bold
its romance
its a feeling dance
your boby reeling
love touch
you won't much
our boby passion bake
and wet its
it comes down all around
SEX
AND SNOW FLAKE
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