Until it's you
Didn't realise that I was enclosed
In the frigidity caused by kin
The sorrow engulfed me
Not the soul but the inlet of ardour
Which made me in a cold sweat
To air my passion
Just not for you but for feelings
It made me feel like a sinister
For none, for having a gab
With you I have no boundaries.
Until it's you
I have no companions
Not of support but of satiety
Didn't realise I apologized
Constantly even not being a part of it
A small hat tip is never enough
For the convo of simple words
Which makes me feel serene
The radiance you hold
Even while concealing not
Just face but my refuge.
I don't understand it
And I never understood it
How vehement disdain can beat in the chest
And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest
The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet
Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak
Yes. They speak to me in ways I can no longer ignore
Their frigidity penetrates my warm heart; my heart feels, so it knows how they abhor
Why? But how could this be the reality?
When I thought we were loving friends and family
Reality, what a painful and unwelcome truth to live
And all because love is what I wanted to receive and give
I never understood it
And never will I understand it
oceanfront on christmas day
eating breakfast while watching the waves
the chill in the ocean air does not bother me
instead, it keeps me warm
there is not a soul in sight
james brown is hipping me to the signs of christmas
it even has my name in it, which i think is quite a hoot
for the first time in a long time, i am smiling as the sun sets over Charlie
i think i will take a walk on the beach
the decorations all hit different on island time
i only move fast to take it slow and it feels so ordinary
i become emotional as i see the pink and green vibe smiling at the dolphins with me
now i start to add to the salty waters of the specific pacific
then as the gentle wind takes a break i take a seat on the sand
nose running, but impervious to the frigidity,
i say Hello to My Favorite Queen and again tell Her 'Thank You'
We Wish Each Other A Merry Christmas and quietly enjoy the view
BEST......CHRISTMAS.......EVER (will never)
even if the sun does not shine tomorrow
i will hold you tight and we will be alright
even if the worst storm causes us to lose it all
i will keep your sanity straight and together we can recreate
even if the devil's frigidity spell encloses us into hid trap
i will fearlessly protect and be boldly brave and immovably direct
even if the darkness takes away the simplest form of our sight
i will innovatively lighten a path to a New Tomorrow Aftermath
even when death inevitably comes and God calls us Home
i will still love you in all ways that always brightens all nights and all days
I CHERISH YOU UNTIL OUR TIME ON THIS EARTH IS OFFICIALLY THROUGH
Crystalline stars are dancing down,
blanketing the now white ground;
cascading glass against the sky,
intermingles with the stars tonight.
The frigidity of the spectral trees
light-shimmering, their foliage be;
our footprints crunch crisp, snowy ground,
as together we stroll through the town.
We cast our eyes up to the heavens,
of shooting stars, we counted eleven
and make wishes for peace and harmony
and dream of next Spring's verdancy.
12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
1-14-2023
Someday soon
a season that is very harsh
will overtake us -
be it in the summer
(when the lack of rainfall
and autumn's chill are obliterated
way past the fall,
leaving mouths parched and bodies sweltering
beneath an unrelenting sun)
or whether it be in winter and beyond that season -
(when fierce frigidity worsens
and below zero temperatures
have people freezing
in their very own homes),
this fifth season will come upon
all people of the world.
Many will wonder . . .
what does it mean?
Those in the know
will be prepared, not just physically,
but spiritually, emotionally and mentally as well.
Prepare yourselves, good people
who understand my meaning.
Be prepared and stand not in fear.
Nov. 7, 2022
For Anthony Biaanco's "The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
tip the scales
break any old barrier
the sound will not be heard
in the dark quiet i am
somewhere where they are not
in a genesis of something undefined
with no reply at all
though an answer is in some sort of abstract code
frigidity has my sweating dry spells mispronounced
falling off the scales
landing onto, but yet and still off the rails
life is fantastic, but still unclean with each spray
not even bactine can prevent the infections that life brings
fall asleep uneven
wake up straightened out perfectly
the stability of it all is all a farce
the arms i die in now will be broken
my heart was broken in the rain
while being pulled underwater
by overcast vibrations via
sky blue seduction
i carry a black umbrella
for personal therapy and
wear a multicolored raincoat
and galoshes in order to
intentionally fool myself into
believing that i am actually safe
thoughts of her are merciless
avalanches merging with boulders
of commonplace frigidity
i laugh to keep from crying
i cry to keep from dying
i die the avoid the goodbye-ing
as i take my last breath, the alarm goes off and i wake up sighing
....and alas, my blood again flows slowly like a constipated turtle....
skipping joyfully to a snowflake dream tonight
i am five years old again....maybe six
Santa Claus is causing me an obviously sleepless night, but i'm smiling
the beach is so dead it is alive
though the breeze is relentlessly cold, i do indeed feel revived
the surprising peace and quiet reintroduces my rare smile to Charlie
flowers once again for her
i never cry, but i choke back the tears
she thanks me by the whispering wind of her listening ear
in that beautifully delivered moment, i have no hint of fear
my Carolina blues are temperamental
the warmth in the frigidity is getting harder to find
the back roads smile for me as i watch Queen Phlebotomist smile relaxingly in slumber
my soul has survived many facets of weather
my soul has weathered many masquerade parties thrown by seductive versions of melancholy
happy endings, unbeknownst to me, pours Revivals of Soothing Rain.....on my soul.....
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME.....
SO GOLDEN......
SO SERENE.....
My sweet, my lovely lady de la lune,
My favour, closing in on the distance.
You are no harsh a mistress as the moon,
I desire you, your every instance,
Not just reflected brilliance, you've your own,
So many have made much of you of old,
I would make for you, more than just pale tone,
More than frigidity, some stifling cold.
Yes, you do change, my dear, always changing:
Full to half, a sliver, then full again,
I'm ever seeking and rearranging,
It is so like you, though, of all women.
The time is ripe, I've made my decision,
To reach you, I'll make you my new mission.
rain falls
heaven looks on
said rain turns to snow
i make two bowls of zuppa toscana
i wait quietly while listening to bob dylan
in my own way, i am bleeding too
looking out my window, i admire the white art
God Sees Me suffering
dusty memories of wishing, hoping, thinking, and praying
for just a little lovin'......anywhere, anytime, and anyplace
everything is now frozen.....in time....no change....frigidity standstill
personal permanence for me takes over....zuppa toscana now cold.....
Passion never spent, a touch of diaphanous breeze embraces me, as your sinew envelops my heart, like the caress of a Mother for her newborn. Whisper your songs to my soul. From childhood, I heard your call.
whispers
on gentle winds
two hearts
Safety, sentinel strong; earth child’s embrace, soft of wisp and bold of face. My timeless sage in unyielding watch; a trusted guardian, decades old; timeworn teacher from my youth. I revisit your embrace, like a cloak of security for my tortured soul.
leaves
rustling in a breeze
wisdom bestowed
Arthritic limbs and digits ache from the frigidity of endless seasons and I sit beneath you for comfort from my suffering; forgive my insolence, elder one. My heart bleeds for you, my friend. Though lightning’s seared your digits black, you remain vigilant against the raging tempests which disrupt our earthly lives.
gnarled branches
reveal a life story
perseverance
As we move from the Piscean age into Aquarius
Will mankind accomplish universal brotherhood?
Come together as one, world peace
Within 2000 years, projected, unsure?
Divided, agitated and furious, internally
As citizens, help us, humanity
Macro-level, intellect, reason
Deeper truth, love and prosperity. Cotqueanity
Malice, frigidity, fixed sign, rigidity, stubbornness
Of thought patterns, these set to hinder
Already terrorism and conflict threaten the objective
Belts of the world at war, bombed as a cinder
Principles isolated from the heart, cease this
Negative outlook, give hope, give desire
Those who have gained learning in life utiise it
To accomplish something in life, tear down barbwire
Age of Capricorn coming, bring on the goat
Generations later, reading Age of Aquarius, anecdote
I want to enter you like a poem in flames,
And bleed inside like a beheaded rebel.
I want to join a revolution of forgotten kisses,
Slowly awakening underneath your frozen sea,
Remembering tsunamis you once unleashed
Swallowing every ship of my fleet
In your toothless mouth,
When I floated, lifelessly,
Like a wrecked paper boat;
While your dog slept, on the floor,
In blissful canine dreams,
On entangled poetry of our clothes.
Step into the date-stamped time DeLorean,
move forward
on backward spinning nostalgia rims
Centrifugal hourglass ...
short hand and long
Distorted view of time,
kinetic highway romantic destiny
Blurred future sideway images,
past memories rearview exit gone
Engine gunned to the max,
space curvature gives good distant
escape velocity
Point of reference
for the necessary fuel alibi
goodbye synthesized
Faceless retrograde emotions
be nitro traction void vulcanized
Heart on a timer-delay standstill,
inertia frigidity
Frozen thoughts,
toss away the last empty bottle:
drained viscosity real liquid feelings
Feel the sub-zero wind chill
of a refrigerated body,
another temporal roadkill
Only cardiac arrest
will take you to a stalled location
Pick a random course,
move on
to the next unknown destination
Fate uncertain —
Love theory is all relative
Outside of the winged doors,
birds of chance
perch watch on a deja vu branch
Waiting to draft on the breeze
of your exhaustion,
when your fuming desires run out of time
Passion entropy ... loss of heat
Mind settled comfortably
into inertia frigidity
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