Long Chill Poems
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Sun-drenched days and showers are coming. Flowers sprout,
Pretty petals blooming, and pollywogs in ponds shall appear.
Rabbits in green fields will be scampering about.
Ice and snow will melt; our hearts will fill with cheer.
Newborn creatures, birds in nests; everywhere we’ll see
Growth and earth’s rejuvenation. Winter’s chill will flee!
Incredible is the season. Hear the robin sing!
Soon, so very soon, we’ll be seeing spring.
Crisp, clean and cool are the water and the air.
Opalescent are the rainbows as they gleam above.
Mountains changing colors; valleys oh so fair,
Inspiring us, who seeing them, feel our Father’s love.
Never-failing, spring will come as sure as sky is blue.
Giving us such gratitude as life begins anew.
Sparkling like the morning dew, comes this sweetest time
Of the year from March to June, all of it sublime.
On my trees today purple blossoms did appear.
Not just SOON is spring coming. Spring right now is HERE!
Written on the day my trees actually blossomed, March 21, 2017
For Laura Loo's Spring Is Coming Soon Acrostic Contest
THE PEOPLE CAME TO HEAR THE dejay SPEAK
HE SEEMED puzzled AND ANNOYED.
hE BEGAN THE S FIRST THANKING all for the night ahead
FOR THE groove to make you move
and new sounds to be explored
that the morning would come TO COME.
and no one should be alone
hE THEN SPOKE THE singers NAME
and his claim to fame
and the song that they'd explore
It's a catchy groove
to make you move
and get up outta your seat
every day is the best way
to be a song geek
The intro to
is something new
with a classic kinda groove
here it is
the sounds of spring
Come on YA"LL enjoy the groove!
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sLURP: sLURP
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WRITTEN BY:
Slurp Musky
of Chill-Willy Music Inc.
(the cronk remix)
(new Glam Rocker Jam)
Remixed by Snazzy Fresh and Grunge Gabby
of GrindWorks Music
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Slurp:Slurp.
Grooves that make
your body work.
Relevé; ooh groove
change that funky attitude
Hoof it
hoof it
damn Gal you
stupid
like the way you grind and groove
feel it when bust a move
Slurp; slurp
see ya make that Body work
gone Gal do your thang
funky sound yeah That Guy
can really sang
Slurp:Slurp
ya'll dancing like ya'll
at work
freaky thang like it
when you stop to twerk
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they served arapaima after
the show
with a Brazilian aioli base
tartar sauce "Chemist Campe'"
The Silent KISS
"Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!" Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Lacey snowflakes softly descend,
silently kissing the frozen earth.
Weightless, they dance, pirouetting quietly—
a ballet of white returning home.
Wrapped in the heavy cloak of grief I stand,
tracing the letters carved in stone; I ponder,
“Do they know the chill of this moment,
feel the frostbite of memory seeping into my bones?
I breathe in the stillness of this hushed world;
each blade of grass, each silhouetted tree, is bowed low
in silent reverence as if they, too, are mourning,
while I yearn for the brush of his hand against mine.
The cold seeps deeper, my heartstrings snapping.
I blow a silent kiss, leaving a whispered
“I miss you” on the wind, a prayer for our past,
carrying it with me into the thawing dawn.
I notice the bitter cold air of unspoken words.
Silenced trees sway, their bare branches moving in the wind.
His spirit passes, a silent kiss left on my forehead.
The air starts to shift and turn cool
A gentle whisper, nature's rule
A softer light begins to gleam
Reflecting in a sleepy stream
A scent of earth, a hint of frost
Where summer's vibrant bloom is lost
The sun descends in golden haze
Through shortening of passing days
A silent setting starts to weave
That only souls who watch believe
The trees in robes of russet dressed
Their leafy crowns now put to test
The fields are bare, the harvest done
A resting time for everyone
The scent of wood smoke starts to rise
Beneath the vast darkening skies
A comfort lies in the night`s chill
As the cool breeze stands deeply still.
This autumn breath, prelude to frost,
To winter`s advent, never lost.
Challenge poem number 13
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The flu is pounding
In my head
I took this challenge
And type from bed
I really hate to lose this quest
A challenge at sweethearts request
Challenge Poem # 14
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Oh precious children came for dinner
But brought along a vicious sinner
A raging virus, now we're ill
With fevers, coughs and such a chill
Next time I'll make them wear a mask
And social distance up to task!
Poem Number 15
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The vaporizers running
And I am sore not funning
When I say so are our noses
Like disgusting germy hoses!!
Mary had a flock of sheep but just one was a ram
She also had a giving nature… and a brand new pram
Mary tries so earnestly to tend her grazing flock
Not so easy since the day she slipped out of her frock
Her boyfriend like a Navy Seal was in and out post haste
And she was left so unfulfilled, her virtue gone to waste
She stood her ground and watched her sheep until she grew so tired
She dozed off while she watched her ram do what her ewes desired
She woke up when an evening chill had given her a shiver
And nine months on a midwife had a baby to deliver
So now she sleeps on duty; tired from tending child and ewes
Her nightmares feature needy sheep and children stood in queues
The guilt she feels for sleeping while she should be tending sheep
Is worsened for she has a child to watch unlike Bo Peep
She stood up and she checked her bairn like any decent Ma
Her bairn, so sweet, gave her a smile and made a little Baaaaa!
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But then a shadow blocked the sky and Mary woke for real
She saw the farmer’s gorgeous son and made a little squeal
Mary told her baby, “Shh,” and double checked her flock
And as the sun went down again she slipped out of her frock
Hail to the Royal Family, posed for their formal portrait
On King Randolph's right is his consort, Queen Margaret
Young Prince Lance is behaving and holding very still
I heard his Papa warn him, "Lance, can you just chill?"
Little Princess Penelope had to wipe away her smile
for a serious picture. She's such an obedient child.
This photo will soon be hanging on the portrait wall
of the Sacred Meow Society's newly constructed hall.
They've donned garments worn by their leaders of old.
Fine clothing brocaded and woven with threads of gold.
Each member is well-groomed, and fluffed is their fur.
Queen Margaret's so content that I can hear her purr.
Royal heads wear crowns encrusted with precious jewels
King Randolph is loved in the kingdom that he kindly rules.
The family is aristocracy of the Society; a pure bloodline.
but are well-respected members of the species of feline.
Society members don't dine on china for afternoon tea.
They instill peace in the neighborhood to relieve anxiety.
The children are taught to be loving, honest and kind
and no better example of camaraderie will you ever find.
February 21, 2023
The Sacred Meow Society Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
M-arch twenty-fourth morn,
A-nother dawn is breaking;
R-ain and clouds have turned
I-nto a day brightly shining.
L-onely shadows disappear,
O-ne sun has started to rise;
U-nder the wide clear sky, I see in you the paradise.
N-o more tears nor cries,
O-r pain and even sorrow;
R-eal happiness is felt,
T-rue gladness you
E-ndow.
T-he twilight and dusk
O-f the evening are gone;
N-ight cold chill is over,
G-ray haze is cleared by the sun.
O-pen air feels the freshness of the early morning breeze;
L-ight that shines from above brings joy to the birds and bees.
B-eneath the heaven up high
E-mit the blazing rays;
R-adiant flames and gleams
I-lluminate the wondrous space.
S-ilent wind blows softly, giving coolness to your face;
O-nly when you leave the dark you can come into a brighter place.
Walking through the ever overwhelmed streets
Afar I sense a splendor of wind flapping it’s vast wings
A fur from it sparks on my face
I close my eyes and a tear drops, forming goosebumps on my outer layer
I smell an odour of soft rains swept through the bemire earth
The gentle wind whispers silent emotions of the beautiful people I see past
The love between an expecting mother and her unborn
Or the teenstar madly in love with life without the worry about Tomorrow
It’s maiden approach so liberating
Reassuring hope to someone who’s down-poured
Racing to win perfection
The birds in the open skies run wild in your motion
This chemistry with nature never felt down my core
That sharpened pencil sliding on a paper
Creating words that can not be expressed nor spoken
But felt by this little poet of the wind
Beautiful untouchable gale, I wish I could embrace you
You carry a huge load that only you can contain
The blown wishes sent from hemisphere to hemisphere
Your spleen is always astounding
A chill in my veins craves to swing in your wings.
In twilight’s grip, where shadows creep,
A haunted trail begins to weep.
The wind it howls, a mournful tune,
As ghosts emerge beneath the moon.
The gnarled trees twist in despair,
With every step, I sense their stare.
Each rustling leaf, a whispered plea,
For those who tread so carelessly.
A lantern’s glow flickers and fades,
While phantoms dance in ghostly parades.
Their laughter echoes through the night,
A chilling sound that sparks fright.
The air grows thick with tales untold,
Of restless spirits brave yet bold.
They wander lost in time's embrace,
Forever seeking their own place.
Beware the fork where shadows blend;
Where light and dark do twist and bend.
For on this path of dread and fear,
Lies every nightmare drawing near.
Yet if you pause to listen close,
You’ll hear their stories—every ghost.
In sorrow's shade and fleeting breath,
A haunting song that speaks of death.
But take heart still; let courage rise!
For even through despairing skies—
There’s beauty found in what remains:
The love that's lost but never wanes.
So walk the trail with wary grace;
Embrace the fear—the chill—the space.
For though it’s haunted by the past,
Each step may lead to peace at last.