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Coldest night, windiest blow..
Thirst of me is getting to grow..
Sweetest sight, prettiest snow..
Blur of him is creating slow..
Fearest insight, rarest trow..
Feet of me are flowing below..
Darkest bright, mystifiest woe..
Moments of him are thundering glow..
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Snow falls from somewhere onto my nose,
I cringe and I sneeze aware of the coldness/
Wind blows snow into my eyes
I look up and snow falls and falls
A piece of somewhere fell on me unto a new year
Happy New Year's
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A NOTE FROM THE WIFE OF A RETIREE
I couldn't buy you a Valentine's card 'cause we're always together;
whether in pouring rain or in freezing snow or ANY kind of weather.
You're with me on our "one day trips", or lunch time at the mall,
or overnight in A/C (THAT we love most of all).
You're right there at my doctor visits, or when I do my hair,
or when we visit the kids or folks-- Yep, you are ALWAYS there.
So now you know my dilemma, but my meaning isn't hard:
I'd rather be right by you , then buy you a silly card!
by Wendy Lee Klenetsky - 61 Helen Avenue - Freehold, N.J. 07728 -
wenbowl@gmail.com
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Precipitation changing, Rain into snow
These Lights illuminating, A scene that glows
Cumulus clouds scattered and arranging, an intimate view
Great conversation between me and you
A calmness much like the sea, reflecting the sky being blue
An undistinguished current, it can grab and take you
Elements in which create change, sounds that are graceful
It can be eroding, forming landscapes that'll mesmerize you
Beneath are hidden treasures, the risk being unmeasured
To dive is to find, praying for good weather
Some voyages incomplete, this time it'll be better
Could you read between lines, this is my Love Letter
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My heart is traped like a winter storm traps you inside your house, my mind is solid like ice crystals, my soul can't feel because it's Numb inside. These winter nights are silent when all you can hear is the wind blowing the snow around, with whispers of loneliness. My soul is traped in these cold nights, when there's no where to run. My eyes try to water when tears are about to run down my face but the chill in the wind makes my eyes stop. My eyes are blind with my soul being numb, and my mind is solid like ice crystals, because of these lonely winter nights. My heart is still traped, as these winter night continue to be lonely.
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-Class ring-
Close by the door
She paused to stand
As she took her
Class ring from her hand
All who were
Watching could not speak
As a single tear ran down her cheek
Memories of the moments
Where the laughed together
under the sun
His deep green eyes
Have grown cold
She can no longer
Have him in her arms to hold
She whispered “I love you “
As she bent near
Her words so soft
None could hear
And on his finger
She placed her ring
Hoping forgiveness it would bring
She said goodbye and gave him a kiss. This special guy she knew
She’d miss
The doors closed
Her head hung low
As they carried his
Casket through the snow ~JAZ~
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January calling me;
It’s placing me on a frozen-plane;
Flying me to an icy place;
In my life, in my life;
Woo a woo oh and when I come down;
I’ll like on a blanket of snow;
And I’ll be already to go, go again ready to so I’ll be ready to go again;
January keeps calling me;
February and all seems so fine;
Until I have to use my mind;
And I won’t have to wait in the park;
And play with the other children at dark;
Woo a a woo oh and when I come down;
In my life, in my life;
January
Written words & arranged music by James E Lee
Produced & Arranged by the Corinthian©1972
From the short story play “12 Months of May”©
"written at North High School/Omaha Ne. 1971 Creative Writing class"
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Is there a reason why I'm here?
Is it to cry a thousand tears?
He doesn't love me
this I know,
But my love for him will always grow.
And during the Winter snow,
My love for him will still show.
In the hot summer nights,
it will be a fight,
to keep my tears from flowing all night.
And when a star falls out of sight,
I will still say,
I wish I may,
I wish with all my might,
to have him fall in love with me tonight.
I begged and pleded with my heart,
Not to let this love for him start.
I should have been smart,
I should have stayed away.
Now I'm older and my hair has turned a dull gray.
I still stand by the bay,
Waiting for him to say,
I love you
And in your loving arms
Is where I will forever stay.
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Yes you are the man I love
Were you sent from God above?
You're my strength,my joy,my heart
I pray that we will never part.
You make me angry
You make me smile
But,all the struggles are so worthwhile.
I love your strength,your jokes and smile
Even when you drive me wild
I learn from you more each day
to look at things "not always my way"
Your never unfair with your beliefs
Even when,I just can''t see.
I love you.....
More each day
for just being you in that special way...
My lighthouse in darkness
My anchor in a storm
I bless the day that you were born.
I thank you, for loving me
A part of my life you will always be.
I'll carry you with me wherever I go
Spring,Autumn,Summer and the deep,deep snow......
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I write about abandoned homes,
and forgotten souls, and memories
that creep in the darkest corners of my mind;
I write about loneliness,
and broken promises,
and words carved on my skin,
I write about the bloodstains on the snow,
and the remains of a car crash,
and how the wind hums a sad song
I write about the wolf
who cries at night,
howling for the moon’s response,
I write about shattered windows,
about empty halls,
and places with the stench of alcohol and regret
I write about cracks on the walls
and shadows that scare
the hell out of people,
I write about how that boy’s father died,
how his mother left,
and how that girl took her own life.
You see, I write only about tragedies;
don’t make me write about you.
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The Past Nights,I was Thinking of you,
I fall asleep dreaming of you.
Because you my Love is just too Precious to Forget,
It`s just my Heartbeats Fast whenever you`re there.
You Light up my World don`t you know?
It would never be Rainy,Cloudy or Snow.
Your eyes shine as stars from above,
Everytime I look at them it`s full of Love.
I don`t know if Love is Blind or it`s just you,
If in this part my Dreams came True.
Even if it`s Far I`ll do my best to connect to you,
`cause I know you Love me too!
I know you`d think my Feelings ain`t True,
But Deep inside there`s only you,
Baby, Can`t you see that I`m falling for you?
or is it that you`re foolish to know that you do too.
But. OH NO! What spell did you put me through?
that even such experimentation can`t make me
Forget you!
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323 years later,
His tearfully beautiful melody and jaw dropping harmony takes me to the most prettiest places and pulls me through the darkest places.
The music he writes is like,
Coming in from the winter cold during the day, snow left untouched with a beautiful glow coming off, and slipping on a cup of coffee or hot chocolate while dancing around in my coziest socks, no pants with my ice cube shirt on.
His music has always given me that mmmm feeling when the morning coffee hits just right.
That's what him and his music does to me.
His voice is so velvety through my phone when he calls.
I know places and bars we can go too just to be alone
And I wonder if he'd save me from this wave that has over taken me.
Singing in his basement at 12 midnight
to his song I wear around my neck.
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"Dear John," you were wrong, "everything has changed."
"Bad blood" flows like "midnight rain" through your veins.
"The story of us" is thrust into "exile,"
a cheap re-gift "tied together with a smile."
"A picture to burn" and torn "paper rings..."
You know "this is why we can't have nice things."
"All you had to do was stay" faithful, Dear.
Don't tell me you've changed, and "Come back... be here."
"Would've, should've, could've..." I've heard before.
Go explore--- "the other side of the door!"
The story closes with a "back to December" scene,
as "cold as you," "treacherous," and "mean."
There's "snow on the beach." "The lakes" are frozen.
"Two beautiful ghosts..." (a cold chill blows in.)
"Tears on my guitar" stummed "a letter."
"My tears ricochet" as your face gets wetter.
"Dear Reader," I've forgotten your name...
("as if we were strangers.") Oh, what a shame.
1-18-2023
Everything in quotes is a Taylor Swift song title.
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There once was a bird that had lost the ability to fly,
Beneath her the dirt, where once there was sky.
Unprotected and alone, the bird chirped a plea,
She was unable to soar and unable to flee.
Alone the bird braved the frosty breeze,
Surely with time, her feathers would freeze.
Along came a bear, which was as white as the snow.
The bird couldn’t flap- she had nowhere to go.
He cradled the bird within his massive paws,
He thought she was beautiful and didn’t notice her flaws.
The bird felt his warmth and saw his perfection,
The bird was quite brave, not fearing dissection.
She trusted the bear with all of her heart,
There was never a day where she’d wish them apart.
Nestled in the bears fur, there was no fright,
She had forgotten her wings lacked the ability of flight.
Although most would be astounded,
The bear taught the bird how to live and be grounded.
He helped her learn about herself, who she may be.
And in loving the bear, the bird’s soul was set free.
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Once there was a beautiful boy
blue eyes and snow white skin,
Huge smile melted many hearts
with dimple on his chin.
Innocence enlightened
all who came to see,
With rosey cheeks and baby squeaks
this boy had turned to be...
Spoiled rotten as a child
no discipline for wrong,
Though the adults would not spank him
for once baby did belong.
The teen years were a warning
of future all down hill,
Though no-one seems to care no more
he made his peers all ill.
Marriage, he tried his best
though never was he taught,
When respect is taken
respect it should be brought.
Volatile to his wife
relationship had crumbled,
she disappeared and back not peered
at 'it' that made her humbled.
Though he was sad she left him
he did not understand,
Consequences come about
quite often much unplanned.
Temper could not be controlled
with spite now in his core,
Raging at all others
trouble even more...
Like a puzzle piece which never fit
confinement they arranged,
Ponder some- the baby boy
his life and where it changed.
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Christmas.
Believe the story, the prophet, the myth?
Is it all about festivity, excessive drinking and gifts? About family, relatives coming together that otherwise wouldn’t mix?
Do you see it as a meaning?
Peace on earth, will it ever seriously exist?
Opposing soldiers playing football before sending the bullets flying over the ditch?
Christmas.
A tree in the corner, mince pies, brandy butter, foods so excessively rich?
Is this your Christmas? From your earliest memory to this present itch? Itching to make all things lovely, snow falling, reindeers flying, mistletoe to get that kiss?
Or do you think about the others?
People who’ve never sat with family pulling crackers singing songs? People who live with no money scratching scrapings from used bowls? Should we see it as an opportunity to help the people with no families, the families with no homes?
Christmas.
All the best to you and yours.
Enjoy the festivities but please remember what JC would want you to remember - the forgotten discarded lives of the lost souls.
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Long ago at Christmas time.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
And A poetry soup honourably mentioned poet
7th January 2017
Long ago at Christmas time.
It always use to snow.
We kids slid down hills on dustbin lids.
We really did you know.
Rich kids, well they had posh sledges.
Bought from the shops, you see.
But we went down them hills as fast as them.
On our dustbin lids did we!
Once I used a plastic bag.
It really did slide fast.
And I felt every blinking bump.
And had a real sore hand!
I used my hand as a brake.
Or in the book I would go.
As did some of those posh sledges!
They really did you know.
I wish it had snowed this Christmas.
I really do you know.
As now plastic bags are stronger.
They really are you know.
But sadly, there was no snow.
No posh sledge or plastic bag could I see.
And now we all have wheelie bins.
No dustbin lids have we.
We cannot destroy government property.
And remove the wheelie bin plastic lids.
Although if we could. I’m sure we would.
Slide down that hill merrily.
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I'll be your girl for the spring time when the flowers are in bloom, we'll wonder through the meadow, strolling hand and hand to smell the sweet perfumes, of the flowers and every night I'll hold you tight underneath the April moon light. I'll be your girl for all 4 seasons all the way through, because I'd love to be everything for you. I'll be your girl for the summer, so we can walk on the beach and play in the sand together. We'll spend the days together maken love and getting a tan, on the beach at sun set we'll be strolling hand and hand. I'll be your girl for all four season's all the way through, because I love to be everything for you. I'll be your girl for all four season's during the fall and if you fall down, I will pick you back up. I'll be your girl during the season of winter, when the snow falls on the ground so we can cuddle by the fire, and keep each other warm, so you'll know I will always be around. I'll be your girl for all four season's all the year through.
By Julie McKoon
I hope it sounds like a poem now.
I do try, to make sense.
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A man ready to propose to his girlfriend, on Christmas Eve taking a walk through the icy park acknowledge and analyzes the snow and the love of his acknowledge.
Beautiful snow repeatedly never seem to amaze my inner conscious by those curious eyes invading more than a glance. I look at your small boots printed in the snow as I follow them.As you already know that I will follow you to the end of earth. A snowflake falling mischievously out of curiosity may land cautiously with love yet daring to defy against the wrath of nature that wouldn't stop me to follow milady.I devote myself to the ground you walk on, in all honesty, you may as well have landed on my heart for I felt the impact. I yet to relinquish more than your boot announcing thy arrival s there isn't enough land where I wouldn't follow you for I am your winter love. I will walk a thousand miles after your footprints in this beautiful s, now again and again, forever I follow thee willingly with nothing but my undying love Merry Christmas I meant "Will you marry me?" as he gets on one knee in the snow waiting for evolution
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“Throughout Our Marriage“
© 2004 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
All throughout our years of marriage
I’ve only fallen in love all over and over again
Yes, my love for you has only, but grown
Deeper that it’s ever been
I’m just so happy that you were the one
That I choose to have in my life
For your sincere, caring heart and love for me
Have made me so glad to be called your wife
Our marriage is like a chest of treasures
With new jewels and stones to see
As soon as you think you’ve seen all there is
There’s another surprise you can’t believe
Our love is like the pure white snow
That gently falls down from the skies
So pure and soft and beautiful
One can only be dazzled with their eyes
Thank you, Honey, for being so strong
In the days when I’ve been so weak
With wisdom and strength, you’ve often reached out
When I was broken and unwise in speech
I have grown to trust you, Sweetheart,
More than anyone I’ve ever known
And as the years go by Throughout Our Marriage
You will only reap the things you’ve sown!
© 2004 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
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Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the tree lights, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago; Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks.
The best present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and there was an Airfix kit for him to build a model aeroplane.
Also there was a cowboy hat, with a holster and toy silver gun
and some new Dinky Toy cars, which would bring him a lot of fun.
It was certainly to be a time for him, to play and play all day,
so when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away.
He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
taking off his shoes he climbed into it, wearing his football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
a cardboard box turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
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Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
-Yours Truly
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You..,
I really do not get.,where are you My Man ,
Whom do you belong to, and where you count in the this huge span.,
But it comes directly from my breath, that you would not be a common.,
Eyes would be Atlantic, shoulders as Everest, and heart will be an Amazon...,
Rose lips for me to care..,
And hammer hands for those who stare...
Strong will you come soft you will go.,
Hold me in each pitch matter not high or low.,
Everything between us can differ.,
But there is only one choice I always prefer,
Your range should lie on my domain.,
Whenever I express something silly you need to get on claim..,
Silly..,yea.,they are..,
Silly like..,
I can ask you for my favorite Clan Chowder on two AM at night..,
While driving me I can ask you to close your sight..,
When you are in soap, I can run all water go.,
I can ask you to wear my skirt or stand for long in one inch snow.,
This is not all dear.,
But my love way also differ.,
I will take you to Antarctica for our first nighting.,
I can challenge you to swim with me as I don't no swimming.,
I will let you soak in cream and honey..,
Or will bite your little finger suddenly.,
Baby, that is not all enough in my mind.,
But no worry lovely I know you are also one of A Kind.
Dated: 21/09/17
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If I sing a song for everyday that I love you
This everlasting melody would cry the virtues when I’m feeling blue
I’ll paint a picture, capturing the image of your soul
I’d use every colour on this earth, love would be as black as coal.
Will I walk until I meet the edges of the crashing sea?
Touch the mermaids land, watch them sleep so peacefully
I would float forever, but the anchor of my soul would pull me to the floor
Did I fall in your trap? Or did I pick a heart that has no door?
Id cry until there were no tear left inside of me
Would you shed one or two? Allowing your emotions to run free
I could listen to your whispers, high above the snow-capped mountain
Or would you hear my thoughts? As I watch my penny sink into the fountain
I know my sight could follow your gaze all through the day
You can easily see what my eyes are too frightened to say
My lips will part whilst receiving what they have so longed after
Your kiss would show what I have missed, the tongue of love and laughter
My hands will hold our love, with the help of your grace
Your grasp never falters, I’m not found, I’m lost in your space
I’d find your heart, looking no further than my own reflection
The promises I stand are strong and true, or could this be my own spinning inception?
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Flitting along in the midst of rough winds
Not knowing at all what another day brings.
Must keep moving, forwards not back.
Having to keep his mind right on track.
But he has a heart, this dear Dragonfly.
He's not simple or mindless as he is forced to fly by.
Not one of the many. Not a face in a crowd.
He's got a name, that she whispers aloud.
The heat and the chill of this wind brings pain.
Enduring the sun, the snow and the rain.
These things make him numb, but not as lost as he fears.
For there is love hidden inside of her tears.
She stays behind, in a warm sunny place.
Tears from a memory lining her face.
As sunflowers go, she has seen better days.
Seen them with him, but they had to part ways...
Now he is tossed by the wind, and losing his will.
And she is rooted to the earth, forced to stand still.
Filled with grief at the thought of losing her friend.
She'll wait forever, until the separation can end.
Filled with longing he sighs, and flaps his beautiful wings.
Not knowing inside what the future soon brings.
Someday it will happen, the time can't be sure..
But the dragonfly will visit the Sunflower once more.
He will bask in her glow, and feel most assured.
And she will feel calm and at peace with the world.
And be it their choice, and no one's but theirs..
They'll decide what to do for the rest of their years..
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