Long Blanketing Poems
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My garden is a stage
Where all ballerinas present their best performances! It's show-time!
First breezed in the Tulip - the April-performance, the scintillating bulbs emerging,
And revealing to the world what ravishing beauties they are!
Then the Jasmine stepped in, like a very demure bride, attired in all white, and who can resist her charm!
Hydrangea couldn't wait until the Jasmine left with her heavenly fragrance,
And blew us away blanketing the tree with her white bloom of hundreds!
Rose, the Princess, knew she could wait and wait for her turn,
Keeping everybody on their edge, to witness the final performance with a grand entrance!
Applause everyone!
It was a blast!
My goodness! how did the DJ forget the bashful Blue Hibiscus? !
She was a little delayed because of the
inconsiderate Willow blocking her path!
She is here now, magical Show-stopper!
beneath the gnarled b r a n c h e s,
a photo rests within my clutch.
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like h o n e y e d amber;
i long for vanished visions,
saudade, a muffled heartache.
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moonlight streaks through tangled trees; h
a silken s i l h o u e t t e shrouds my aura. t
a gentle caress grazes my shoulder, o
memories of her touch f l u t t e r like m
the past entangles with the present;
the scent of f a d e d jasmine lingers.
as the night drones on softly,
cold air wraps around my wistful longing.
poison ivy clings to crumbling cemetery walls.
i look to the heavens for answers,
as the sky weeps and squalls in erupting solar storms.
her scattered ashes settle like snowflakes,
softly blanketing the remnants of forgotten joys,
cradling memories like delicate g l a s s.
the red thread of family ties is now seve /
/ red;
the roots asphyxiate on generational sorrow.
if the olive trees knew what
became of hands that planted them,
their oil would become t
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time’s relentless hand ticks on,
while decaying hearts beat like distant d r u m s,
resounding in the silence of cursed solitude.
Every morning I wake up,
Depression blanketing me.
It feels like I'm unable
To get away or be free.
I don't know if I can
Keep doing this anymore.
Every day seems to become
Even more of a chore.
I don't know how to get better.
I can't escape this dark place.
I can no longer keep
This fake smile on my face.
Life keeps getting worse
More and more each day.
I have no clue how to
Stop it or make it go away.
Every day this darkness
Finds its way inside of me,
Constantly tormenting me.
Why won't it let me be?
I don't have the strength
To pick myself up off the floor,
And I don't think I want
To save myself anymore.
Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country lane, our love new and pristine
as the wisps of white that gently drifted
with whispers of the wind. It seemed as if
sugar crystals were being sifted by the angels
from heaven above!
Oh, those soft pearls swirling in the dusk,
blanketing immaculately all the terrain.
We felt no need to speak, for it was so amazing.
As we continued on our way,
alabastine was the tread of our boots
as we inhaled deeply sweet quietude and peace.
Soon the soft flurries transformed into
much larger flakes of snow that seemed
to tumble from the sky.
We turned to walk hand in hand back to our cabin,
anticipating the warmth of its fireplace
before the dusk would turn into a pale blue night.
We spied three cardinals decorating
one of the many frosted trees along the lane.
As we hurried on, I stumbled at one point.
My gallant caught me and held me close.
We stood a while gazing into each other’s eyes.
I lightly brushed some snowflakes from his glistening cheeks.
When we arrived at the cabin made cozy by a fire,
we snuggled on the sofa, still watching out the window
as snow accumulated more and more.
Oblivious to mundane woes, we embraced
each other as we also embraced the serenity of that day.
Our new love was glowing and growing
like that December’s first day of snow.
Oh, come to me sweetly, winter,
as you did so long ago.
Snow like a whisper does fall from the sky
Silently finding its way
Morning shall come in the blink of an eye
Nature to beckon the day
White fills the quiet with hope of a smile,
melodies that you might hear
Blanketing softy in porcelain style,
a glow born of sun does appear
Stillness shall flourish in peace at this hour,
cold it will harness the reins
Glorious partners to stay but a while,
here on this earth to reclaim
Tranquil endeavors to quell every whim,
lie on the lawn in repose
Forgotten meanings that now shall begin,
found each occasion it snows
Gentle its echo as we find retreat,
here by the warmth of the fire
No use descending on snow covered streets,
only our love is required
Unruffled seasons of splendor do shine,
muted the colors they bear
Normal these visions of our wintertime,
life without worry or care
Slower the pace of this plaid flannel world,
hectic the days of ago
Restful this morning to us has unfurled,
taking each step a bit slow
Nothing to urgent that now can not wait,
serenity finds to take hold
The heat of the fire we two do migrate,
so warm inside when it’s cold
Pearlescent shimmering visions this day,
resting here safe in your love
Oh but to spend my life living this way,
bring forth the snow from above
Imagine!
" Kind Words", revealed as piercing bands
of sunlight gently melting mist of morning dew.
Shredded strands of light appear blazing
through leaves blanketing forest deep.
Restrain bitter words that deny
the flourishing seed to yield its return.
Observe, we are better
when "Kind Words" are spoken.
When, from a painful sobering voice,
the soul beckons for repose.
No respect returned to break the moment in.
for where is the glory in it?
"Kind Words" cleanse!
Glory won in a word of kindness spoken.
Life, though as short as a breath,
needs no hand to uproot or wrest.
To labor upon ones crowded faults,
proves a shackle to blissful results.
"Kind Words", a gift for thee!
Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer,
winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning
land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as the
nights draw in, reflecting the bright moon.
Children having fun sledges rushing down the hill
and snowmen appear standing as sentinels to winter.
The whisk of skiers as they fly past speeding downwards
their colourful ski suits adding splashes of vivid colour.
Jack Frost hard at work decorating trees with icicles
some short and others long sparkling, reflecting light
appearing like gems amidst the sprinkled snow covered
branches. Once more winter reigns supreme.
Icy winds howl across the valleys causing drifts
of snow some eight foot deep, chilling bones
making us huddle down in fleece lined coats
Rosy cheeks blaze out from under hoods,
And fingers freezing cold from handling snow.
contentment in every face as people head home.
To cups of hot chocolate and toasty warm fires
shutting out for now winter's icy blast.
Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
An impressionist, like Van Gogh—
Winter feathers the ground with snow.
And as Sol sets the day aglow,
icicles sparkle in the light.
Winter feathers the ground with snow,
blanketing everything in white.
Icicles sparkle in the light,
adding fire to crystals of ice,
fueling its flame's frigid bite.
Icicles sparkle in the light
as they magically ignite.
Lighting up Winter's paradise,
icicles sparkle in the light,
adding fire to crystals of ice.
Lighting up Winter's paradise,
a depleted sun bleeds blood-red,
paying sunset's ultimate price.
Lighting up Winter's paradise,
nothing but scarlet will suffice—
a shroud befitting Autumn's dead.
Lighting up Winter's paradise,
a depleted sun bleeds blood-red.
As Autumn's breeze starts to show its face
so does a gradual cooling of land begin.
Mottled colours of brown, green and golden
leaves drift down, spinning and twisting.
Bare branches start to appear as the trees
are stripped and scurrying insects hide
under the new piles. Still the sun tries
to hold back the clock to no avail.
Long dark nights and short days
take over as everything begins
to sleep and some to die off.
Long cold days now approach.
All too soon snow is in the air
soft fluffy flakes that drift down
blanketing the lands in pristine
white that glistens and sparkles
like precious gems strewn about.
Winter's icy breath now rules
and mortals huddle by the fire.
Twirling flakes float down blanketing the ground
they give the earth a covering of white,
flakes fall silently, they don’t make a sound
this winter wonderland brings such delight.
Young children awake and rouse from their beds
and they open their curtains with great glee,
a quick breakfast, then they dust down their sleds
and say ‘Mum we’ll return home to eat tea’!
They pull on snow boots and warm winter clothes
and they slide down the glistening white hills,
warm clothing protects small fingers and toes
which are toasty; they don’t feel bitter chills!
I love to see children go out to play
Perhaps they wish it would snow ev’ry day!
9/18/19