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Only Clothes

The man who lived with only clothes
was rich enough to reason.
His pants were long and tops were short
that jackets chose the season.

His underwear were never white
for fear they wouldn't clean.
His socks not so that they could mix
and time be saved between.

A belt would mean his weight could change
for clothing large in size.
His shoes were white to cool his feet
that summer heat could rise.

His hat was grey for winter use
made dark enough to warm;
Still bright enough to cross the street
and keep him safe from harm.

His winter boots were rugged black
to heat him in the snow.
Their laces taunt to bundle up
brought strength to up and go.

His jackets numbered three in all.
From cool, warm to hot.
Preparing him for changing weather.
Whatever nature brought.

To see him in his many clothes
might just not mean a thing.
But know that what he's dressing for
his life can only bring.
Form: Quatrain


Oh For Spring

Not a sliver of green to be seen on the land,
The damp heathered slopes portray the dull shades of tan.
"Oh, it’s not so bad," my friends do proclaim,
"At least the day’s sunny, we could be drowning in rain."
But the jest falls short, as we look to the sky,
White flakes are descending, and the wind whips on high.
"I could live with the rain," I exasperatedly bemoan, “but at this time of year, do we have to have snow?!”
So I’ll bundle up warmer, for a few days longer yet, and grumble about the tan grass, and the muck and the wet.
For spring is patient, it comes not at my behest,
And my hope for green things will someday manifest.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Anatomy of a Marriage

We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower,
late for us now being after 9.
We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts
of the front lawn,
apparently more interested in our individual views of the heavens
than our proximity as a couple.

We see no meteors
as we watch the stars begin to appear,
but three satellites pass overhead 
in less than a minute,
and this makes me feel some wonder 
at what humanity has accomplished.

You then go inside
as I start to doze 
and return with word that the internet astronomers
have pronounced 4am as the prime viewing time.
So off we go to bed and sleep.

At 4 I wake,
bundle up in an old bathrobe, 
and head out into the star covered yard.
Eventually you follow
and we watch as several meteors shower past in as many minutes.

Content that we have seen it,
although definitely less impressed than we remember,
we head back to bed 
and sleep.

(for Carol - 8/13/23)

Premium Member Emperor Penguin

He cannot soar as eagles do
 Singing is not for him tis true
  So this  tale is told in black and white
 in places where cold winds blow
   So bundle up and take this flight
 On a journey to the floe

   It's summertime but freezing still
 And his mate passes him her new laid egg
   And then she's off to feed on fish and krill
 As he balances the egg on his feet with skill
 
   He must incubate the egg till hatched
 As he awaits her return
   She will come back and feed baby bird with her catch
 And he will go to sea for which he yearns

 He will dive beneath the churning waves
   And glide beneath the ocean blue
 Catching fish for which he craves
   He will do an underwater ballet too

 He calls Antarctica home
   And is the only creature to winter there
 It's much too cold for others to roam
   He is attired well, a 'tuxedo' he wears

7-9-2020
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Winter In Miami

Wake up to the 60's in Miami, northern folks praying for the sun
Ice-cold winds cutting, bundle up like it’s a blizzard snowbirds make fun
Nip of Cuban coffee to stay warm, sit around the fire to warm our hands
The frosty chill of a winter night, decide to run along the beach sands
Evening walks on lincoln road on south beach icy breeze blowing
Runny nose, watery eyes as the whipping wind flowing

Icy cold mornings, hot afternoons chill evening flows
Northern snowbirds travel to Miami to escape blast of snows

Miami an international city with a short winter season
In depth of holidays flip-flops, shorts, bikinis; sunscreen is the reason
A sweater and shorts complete a chilly night
Miami skyline on a winter night is breathless in its own right
International cuisine dinner on south beach while cool tropical evening
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Colorado Harvest Moon

A brilliant harvest moon hangs beneath the ebon Colorado sky.
Scudding clouds dare not darken its lustrous glow - tho' they often try!
Silhouetted against the moon are geese winging to warmer destinations,
Mysteriously guided by That Master Compass in perfect V formations!

The moon spreads a coat of silver on lakes and rushing streams below.
Yonder, majestic Pikes Peak gleams with a crown of freshly fallen snow!
White tail deer peer shyly from the shadows of golden aspen groves.
Magnificent elk graze in yon valley 'neath the harvest moon in droves!

Lovers, young and old are spellbound by the harvest moonlight's trance.
Mr. Moon has a special knack for setting the tone for love and romance!
They hold hands strolling along moonlit trails to reminisce and dream,
Their glowing faces brightened by the harvest moon's mellow beam!

Families bundle up against the chill to enjoy hay rides and wiener roasts,
And toast marshmallows over roaring fires, telling tales of scary ghosts!
Wizened "hooty" owls emit their throaty moans adding to the eerie scene!
The moon beams benignly o'er Colorful Colorado giving to all a sheen!

When autumn winds begin to blow and trees stand bare and so austere,
We welcome the warming glow of the harvest moon in our hemisphere!
Alas, tho' the harvest moon graces our skies only in the autumn of the year,
The Creator will delight us again come next October - that you need not fear!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Fallen Snow I See the Coming of the Spring

In fallen snow I see the coming of
the Spring. Through branches bare in Winter's grip
I hear the gentle cooing of the dove
and taste the flowers' nectar that bees sip

On icy roads too slippery to pass
or bridges treacherous to even dare
I spot a blade or two of hardy grass
and stubborn moss for which I say a prayer

In January hope seems frozen stiff
but February sees a spell of rain
Come March the sun can even bring a whiff
of hyacinth or lily in the plain...

So bundle up in Sunshine's latest style
for Spring's now thawing 'neath your frozen smile



           Iambic Pentameter
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Funny How Winter Turned Into Summer

Funny how winter turned into summer

Funny how winter turned into summer, not really, but it left a chill behind
So fifties in July feels like it never left, as we bundle up and we do find
A touch of winter lingering around with its long fingers in the cold air
Winter didn’t turn into summer, just sort of stayed a bit longer this year

I suppose it’s not so funny, while also this rhyme may not quite fit
With the theme it is supposed to be, hopefully not enforced with any writ
Anyway, we’ve been waiting for the rain to stop for more than a day or two
We’ve been hoping not to have to start up the woodstove for a few

Never have I seen a season like this, especially after all the snow piled high
When we eagerly waited for spring, then with what arrived, we did sigh
August may turn out to be a true summer time, we can continue to hope
Before we know it, the skiers will be back for skiing on the mountain slopes

So we are still waiting for winter in summer to actually decide to let go
Then enjoy some summer days, before it returns with all the inches of snow

Heidi Sands

*Placed 5th in contest: Funny how winter turned into summer.

7/29/17
Form: Sonnet

Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat just yet

Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat... just yet
until the cowed chickens come home to roost!

Sunlight streaming thru window
body electric of mine doth whet
begets hardiness to acclimate
against PECO shut off threat
ideal opportunity to spouse
analogous to her being my emotional pet
snuggling while standing in kitchenette
but accidental twerking
can guarantee yours truly
(me) being recipient of epithet.

I bundle up to stay warm
inside my cold man cave
particularly as average outside temperature
for November twentieth
two thousand and twenty three
hovers between high and low
fifty degrees fahrenheit
nearly brisk enough to see my breath.

I and/or the imaginary paramour
take our separate showers
during warmest hours of the day
less optimal to engage 
in neighborly horseplay,
but more ideal for mistress (ha)
to pad around the unit donning her lingerie,
which nonverbally signals
(and greenlights)
more than voluminous words,
hence, I seal lips of mine

despite sudden aroused frisky urge
to burble exhibiting
debauched casanova behavior
accompanied courtesy illustrative
of suave debonair popinjay
rerouting spontaneous seduction today
indicative of throbbing
bulbous anatomical appurtenance,
which protrusion nullifies necessity of x-ray
to identify sudden 
source of vasocongestion.

During daylight hours fresh air
arbitrarily, humorously, and noiselessly
streams and wafts
thru screened windows
ushering invisible scents
and audible sounds
of the webbed wide world here,
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
our neck of the woods
since seventeenth year
after second century Anno Domini.

Civilizations since time immemorial
revered fiery celestial ball
establishing their respective mythology
which scheme attempted to explain
divine thermonuclear processes
sustaining the nearest star,
which Sol Invictus did enthrall
housing an astronomical object
comprising a luminous spheroid of plasma
held together by self-gravity 
within the heavenly vault
divine creator didst install
which supposed movement 
in the sheltering sky
signified daytime and nightfall
linkedin with planet earth
a veritable, observable, honorable,
and admirable terrestrial tetherball.
Form: Rhyme

The Dolomites of Belluno

They were named the Dolomites,
the Pale Mountains of Belluno,
for their limestone, jagged peaks 
and shaped splintered spires;
and they're more breathtaking even without snow!
In this region, spring is so colorful and lovely
with its lilium parvum and misurina wildflowers
waving in those grassy meadows
so frequented by busy butterflies.
In the winter season, skiers, 
bundle up in their warm sport's attire,
challenging their strength and curiosity;
while below, in wooden brown huts,
coffee is sipped in hot cups,
and steaming polenta is eaten with delight.
Alaska has bears and penguins;
in this region of Belluno,
the paradise of the Alps,
only cows are seen grazing,
and unbridled horses galloping 
through grasslands looked above
by sleek Churches' steeples.
Climbers and trekkers follow their trials
and indulge in peace and solitude,
hoping to reach their highest peak and contemplate altitude;
that's plenty of endurance and patience to see their ego glow!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Narrative

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