Smooth the day,
seize that curled and tousled head
grease its creased and mottled entrance
come all wailing to a waiting world,
slide from the arms of midwife night
attempt to keep the light
as round and full as well remembered,
bend each hunkered cornered shadow
pull it hook and line
pierce the fish flesh bone
stretched and knotted twine about your fingers
skewer any little patch of dark that lingers on
heavy in that morning scented room,
fling the curtained windows wide
cast that latch aside and breathe,
fill your foggy winter lungs with spring
embrace the gasp and grab yourself
a newly minted season
bursting fresh with sweet unsullied air
this is not a moment,
it’s a revelation
just for you
and one you might not want to share
My body is insulated. Covered in foil and wrapped in plastic,
shielded from threat. From posing possibilities of change.
Foam padded walls keep cold hunkered down, warmth at bay.
Safety nets kept taut. My highwire trapeze is checked away from spotlight.
My body is quiet, my body is calm, my body is simple. My body has a little life
far from the hustle and noise of experience. My body is insulated, safe. Alone.
It is Northen coastal California,
Which boasted the best weather in the USA,
Then came the Global warming, changing the weather all around,
Never so many people suffered from Tornadoes, cyclones, fire, and flooding.
When the scientists proclaimed about the dangers of Global warming,
All the conservative ruling elites thought it was a lunacy of progressives,
Now comes the warning of Atmospheric bomb, and Atmospheric River (AR) rain,
Hunkered up in my room, I watch with fear the monstrous clouds rolling up over my head.
Last year when AR came, the little hills started to slide down,
The age-old trees fell everywhere, power came and went with the rain,
When it comes with an Atmospheric bomb, it is a cyclone with rivers of rain,
The roofs over houses blew up, trees crashed cars and houses all over,
It flooded everywhere, and a few lives got lost in this deluge.
I can live without this watery deluge,
Would love to see past sprinkles observed by natives in awe,
Would love to see birds taking a little shower,
Unfortunately, everyone perishes in this deluge of AB and AR rains.
dove hunkered down
upon birdfeeder rooftop....
guard
The wind whipped
The bent tree
The tea sipped
The cut knee
The suffering reasoned
The brave hunkered down
The meat was seasoned
The stranded wore a frown
The water rose
The stranded were fearful
Citizens sowed
The wind whipped
The bent tree
The tea sipped
The cut knee
The suffering reasoned
The brave hunkered down
The meat was seasoned
The stranded wore a frown
The water rose
The stranded were fearful
Citizens sowed
too much rain and
too much sunshine today
puddles dry-up upon windy licks
then shake like wet dogs.
rainstorms sweep the sky away
to make room for the returning glare
of a pissed-of sun
mercury Thermometers are frustratingly fickle
but we all know that this is Ohio
and so, dress for the chance
of the odd minor tornado
it may settle down tomorrow
or get worse
the farms animals are in the barn
the critters are hunkered down
yellow buses carry kids
away from or into danger
but nothing unexpected
happens here
its only the predictable weather
and still only spring.
The once mighty have fallen,
Their ashes fills the air.
The new martyrs have risen,
Bringing tears of despair.
Behold the cold lawmakers,
They cast a shadow of doom.
Perched on lofty towers,
Like witches on a broom.
Pity the hungry masses,
No meat to fill their bowls.
Backs and spirits broken,
Now hunkered down like trolls.
Hearken to the righteous,
Their wings are no disguise.
They speak the words of peace,
With fire in their eyes.
Don't trust your quiet neighbor,
That's hiding from the sun.
Beneath the dark of night,
He'll shoot you with his gun.
Beware the silent partners,
Tyrants behind the scenes.
They rule the ups and downs,
And all the in betweens.
Hunkered down
In the middle of midnight
The top was lifted off
To reveal a little box
In the presence of White LIGHT
One by one
The walls were taken down
Gathered to the center
Til the only ground
...flew
Suddenly, wings appeared
Upon my broken back
My faith, finally at home
My rhythm sounded without slack
One by one
The ground and the walls
Restored and reconciled
To LOVE, who I made so small
...fought
Gold are the boundaries
All lack devoured
Every gift and blessing
Freely showered
...safely
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-12-2023
Three little kittens who lost their mittens were mewing with a sigh
Don’t worry, kittens, said Mr. Smittens, Santa is on his way by.
Santa hung up some cozy warm stockings and put the kitties inside.
They loved their new home, it was a great place to hide.
During a snow storm and a mountain land slide,
They stayed in their mittens, and none of them cried.
Let’s hibernate, suggested a smart kitten named Clyde.
Great idea! Said his sisters, and they hunkered down inside.
The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.
They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared
and all about, His wondrous glory shone.
The shepherd, much afeared,
shook, naked and exposed; the sight, his senses sheared.
But grace on grace, the angel said, "Behold,
I bring you tidings of great joy!"
And thus, just as the scriptures had foretold,
Immanuel, a boy,
announced, not to the rich, but to the hoi polloi.
And as he spoke, 'twas like a switch was thrown,
the veil drawn back, a mere facade;
surrounding him, a multitude had grown.
A sight that overawed:
the host of heaven singing, glorifying God.
—————
for the A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 12/3/22
From the second chapter of Luke, in the a:b:a:b:b rhyme of an English Quintain with 10:8:10:6:12 syllable counts...
The storm
The wind whipped
The bent tree
The tea sipped
The cut knee
The suffering reasoned
The brave hunkered down
The meat was seasoned
The stranded wore a frown
The water rose
The stranded were fearful
Citizens sowed
Pink and blue sunset, gorgeous
before Ian takes a toll. Silhouette
of tropical palms in Ponte Vedra.
The angst in Southwest peninsula
is more dire. Land exposed, meaning
the surf’s sharpening her sword.
Disneyworld is closed. The Mouses,
Mickey and Minnie, hunkered down.
Are the gators taking sides or bets?
Grandma, cousin, friend - all the same
person waits for the surge, and for the
resurgence to come from off the storm.
Some weeks are wait-and-see. Plans
could change, pandemically.
Pink and blue sunset, gorgeous.
9/28/2022
Shadows expand until daylight is gone,
swallowing visible beams like a yawn.
Fervently reaching like a greedy hand,
until daylight is gone, shadows expand.
Leaf piles increase in the hiss of brisk wind.
Meager gardens sag, verdant assets thinned.
A howling gust uplifts each drifting piece.
In the hiss of brisk wind, leaf piles increase.
Coldness compounds like a dampened shawl worn.
Snowman's weathered cloak I mutely adorn.
The numbing of an ice compress surrounds.
Like a dampened shawl worn, coldness compounds.
Thorns remain as fragrant petals lose scent,
hardened in a hunkered state of lament.
Not all is lost in bitter frost and rain.
As fragrant petals lose scent, thorns remain.
9-5-2022
Dear Covid-19 vaccine
I am glad your on the scene
I hope you gobble up that bug
and kill that nasty thug
That kept us hunkered down
With a worried look and a frown
But with two shots in the arm
Your working like a charm
And now as we move about from place to place
we now are seeing a more smiling face
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