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Tree tops all covered in white sparkly snow
And roads covered white everywhere you go
Dirt, leaves and debris are hidden but not all gone
Winter can sometimes be very cold and very long
As I walk along the icy roads trying to not fall down
I can’t help but notice all the winter beauty all around
Red berries on some barren bushes for birds to eat
Red cardinals and blue jays out for looking for treats
I am Bundled up with many colors bright
Trying to stay warm from the cold that bites
Walking briskly and enjoying Mother nature's fix
while slowly sipping my hot coffee and cocoa mix
Icicles shimmer and sparkle with the sun’s rays
Making my walk so beautiful on this winter day
Taking in all the winter sights can be very blissful
Winter walks can be calming and so beneficial
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I went to bed one night and woke to snow,
it was so serene as snowflakes still fell;
I was lonely and I tried to not show,
for my childhood cat had been so unwell.
I held her in my arms 'till she was stone,
and sang a lullaby to take with her;
my heart was broken like a shattered bone,
then, outside among trees there was a stir.
So, I bundled up warm to have a look,
and out popped a kitten running to me;
standing there waiting she shivered and shook,
it was sweet love for me and she, and we.
I like to think God sent me this kitty;
he saw my deep sorrow and took pity.
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November 25, 2019
Written for the contest, I Want To Fall In Love with A Sonnet
sponsor, Melanie Udaeta
Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare
I’d take it off misbelieving I still could
It was too costly to wear all the time
After what I’ve been through the size fits
Now, I can’t make the coat unzip
I see others in the spotlight strutting bare
With a coat on I swelter in joy’s lamp
I used to say just in case it pours inside
Then I'd run to the closet like a model
But, it's now knitted in skin in any weather
Now I know I'll wear it for my open casket
Its corduroy will no longer shroud my joys
Its diagnosis will be unsewn then
Even with no rain, I am bundled up
The soggy jacket knows me too well
It has stitched itself into my persona
It repels me from happiness at times
With no choice, I’ll act presentable
It never disappoints despite catcalls
That coat that never falls on the runway
So, I’ll make depression a fashion show
Remember the days before computers
Seems like they've been around forever
Life was simpler or that's how it seemed
Methinks today's much simpler however
Hard to recall what a hassle it was
Making a simple deposit at the bank
Had to get there before closing at three
Banker's hours were short to be frank
What about shopping at the grocery store
Needed cash or you were poop outta luck
Unless you saw a friend and asked for a loan
And he forks over a couple of bucks
Now you can order movie tickets online
Is there anything more convenient than that
No more standing in a long line in the cold
Bundled up in a coat, scarf and a hat
We can even file our tax returns online
We don't even need to mail them anymore
No, today is a very much simpler life
We can now take daily naps and snore
It was 45 degrees in the mountains this morning…I did a temperature check
but I wouldn’t let that stop me from having my breakfast on the deck.
For a chance to eat outdoors….a little cold weather I wouldn’t let my resolve dent
so I bundled up…grabbed my piping hot bowl of oatmeal and out the door I went.
And there I sat watching and listening as the morning came alive…for it didn’t take too long…
before the birds began to gather and sing their morning songs.
Soon the leaves began to softly sway…back and forth among the trees…
laughing at a joke, perhaps, whispered by the breeze.
With the blue sky of the morning acting as it’s canvas…it’s backdrop…
the sun began it leisurely journey across the mountain tops.
It was such a wonderful feeling…so many sights and sounds to savor…to behold…
That it didn’t matter at all to me…my oatmeal was getting cold.
In fact in the cold of the mountain morning…I felt I was the lucky one…
because even cold oatmeal tastes better
when you share it with the birds,
the breeze…
the sun.
In
love
white
lies
are kept
under
white sheets
where
whispers
roll over
pillowtops
and warm breaths
are exchanged
during
kisses of passion
but
the white lies
bundled up
spring lose
deception
that
tears up
the covers wrapped around
my head
as
I
cry myself to sleep
In love
white
lies
are told
when
we
are
thousands
of miles apart
to spare
each other
the pain of the sting
hurt feelings
we cause
THESE WHITE LIES NEVER
SEEM TO STOP
WHITE LIES
when you
tell me
i am
perfect as I am
WHITE LIES
when you tell me
i am what you want.
which is not a perfect doll
your stories have become
so entangled
with my words of i love you's
and please don't go's
as i feel like
you have let
me go
and I continue
to fall
as you watch me
fall into the grond
I have become lost in
a maze
of
your stories
and even now i go forward
following your voice trusting you that you'll get me to saftey
but
you've led me so astray
that I've
begun to lose sight
hope for us
one day
these white
lies will become
silent
and you lose me
Form:
Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending stream, but all things come to an end. Eventually, the stream stops when you are out of tears, like when you fix the leaky faucet. It makes take some work and time but it will stop.
Like the warmth of a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day. The nice feeling of when the sun shines on your face. The warmth of being in the covers is warm and cozy. Being bundled up in a cold snowstorm. The warm feeling of holding a cat. But as always, all things come to an end. The warmth will eventually come to an end.
The bitter saltiness of the great big oceans. That salty sting when you get a mouthful of ocean water. When you eat something that is overly salty. But eventually, the saltiness stops. The salty drops will stop rolling down your face and onto your lips. Your tongue will eventually stop tasting the bitterly salty drops.
But the cause of these salty warm streams?
The boiling anger is like a pot of chili over a fire. Like a raging wildfire, burning everything in its path. Like lava spewing from a great big volcano.
The deep sadness that storms like the sea. Like the storms on the sea drown and sink ships in its path. Like a tight blanket being held over you. Like being trapped deep in the great big sea.
The sunny happiness is like a great big cloud ready to burst. Like a child seeing a candy shop. Like a puffer fish swelling up until you just might burst with happiness. Like petting a small puppy
The horrible nervousness is like swarms of angry bees in your stomach. Like you might melt like a popsicle in the hot sun. Like when you have a stomach ache and are scared you might puke.
Why?
You can explain with all the scientific facts and research you want, but I will always believe that when our bodies can't handle the emotions too big for them it spills. Like an over-full bottle. The bottle will either explode or spill. The cause of these warm salty tears spilling down your cheeks.
Sweet, bitter, angry tears.
The you that I know create a thunderstorm within my chest that rains with chaos. With the simplest touch you calm my soul like the ocean without a breeze. Looking deep into your eyes, I see more than just the color, I see deep into your soul's Inner Beauty and all the passion that runs freely with rage and burn even the scorched ground ablaze, all of which is bundled up waiting to be released.
When we are together it's like a wildfire the embers burning slow and hot until the faint touch of your soft lips meet Mine. Then intensity of the unbridaled eruption of passionate chaos reigns and smoke fills the air and overcomes the calm sky. all because of a simple moment of a simple kiss, that always turns into so much more! I want to just inhale you. become one with you and hold you close feel your skin and embrace the rawness of the emotion. Becoming vulnerable as we become lost in each others storms, yet are also the lighthouse's that call out to a safe harbor. calling each other home.
our soul connects in ways I can not even discern, a way that is unyielding and undeniable. is it love that grows between us like a wildflowers blooming in the sun and warmth?
you are the moon and stars, I wish only to be the sky and share in the space which you exist.
sharing in the joy your light!
Elton Porter
1907-1924
(An Ode to Luella and John)
My best friend John Molina, and I
Spent many a carefree afternoon on bareback,
Astride the furious gallups
Of our sure-footed steeds;
Barefooted in summer and bundled up in winter;
We rode and ranged over the northern foothills,
Ablaze with mustard blooms in spring,
In search of squirrels and sunsets.
We roamed and roved like Crusaders,
Over those imposing heights,
Awash in winter mud and debris,
Seeking the Holy Chalace of freedom,
But still rich in grace,
Rich in impetuous youth.
And we both talked at length,
About Luella, the girl we most admired;
Certainly not for her obvious beauty, no.
Certainly not for her alluring bashful ways, no.
But instead, for her sublime singing voice.
Ah, I remember it well!
That day in this cemetery long ago,
She sang “All Or Nothing At All” by the front gate there,
And lo, the Muses all gathered in spirit roundabout,
Gathered to christen our surging hearts to the gods,
With a soft embrace,
And a simple kiss.
Everyone has a family, except for me
My happenstance of a cruel reality
Everyone is here for a reason, but why are you?
Your problems seem far away, I don't even have a clue
Bundled up inside I keep my feelings
That make up my entire state of being
The years of abuse that comprise my past
Will they ever be one day released at last?
The people who call me the incorrect names
The monster inside of me, never to be tamed
Demons I faced to be where I am today
No promised neverland for me to lay
Like every alpha woman, I fight alone
For none of the acts against me can ever be atoned
Abandoned by all, I run without a pack
Free from all others, but nothing I lack
But all are lucky that I choose to restrain
From making them feel every ounce of my pain
That never ends, or ceases for a moment
Afflicting my heart and soul like a monument
Harassed for things that are not my fault
Secrets that are locked up inside the vault
Of those who know the truth of what took place
One day in the future, the judgement they'll face
But silently I keep it all hidden inside
Brokenness hiding behind blue-green eyes
I hold back my tongue, and clench up my fists
And hide from the scars on my arms, legs and wrists