Long Chilly Poems
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Wishing for Spring when Mother Nature Sings
warm summer nights when stars twinkle in delight
But it's windy and cold with a threat of snow
another rainy day in February
Just want to hide under covers inside
but I know outside I must go
Hot coffee in my belly but I'm still chilly
another cold rainy day in February
My arthritis aches my body shakes
gotta go easy the roads are slick and queasy
A promise to keep from a love I seek
another cold rainy day in February
I see her smile and it's all worthwhile
my little baby child with my own smile
She brings out the sun the day is fun
another beautiful rainy day in February
Not many words left for you
my lips become icy
days and nights freeze on my skin,
on my head, on my shoulders,
on my back, and on every strand of white hair tonight...
New year comes through the window,
blows chilly wind into my bones,
quivers my every cell,
and shakes my legs...
My hands softly try to grasp every day,
catching the still-far-away joy...
You should watch
carefully to see that
the fog tonight becomes my breaths,
that the midnight moon
is your face among the stars fading away...
Not many words left for you
I sit under the moonlight,
write down until no ink remains,
and see my last words
soak in fog and smoke...
my last lines of poetry in my life
now become gifts for you
and tomorrow I will live a homeless life,
wandering under the light of moon and stars
no more words in my life
when the sky becomes a piece of paper,
when the flying stars become ink lines
and when you become the moon...
By Phan Tan Hai
Cat Fishing
Written: by Tom Wright
7/15/2019
Some have approached me cloaked as a friend,
But friendship is respect, and truth that don’t bend.
They were just “Cat Fishing” for what could be learned,
And now find me chilly because my trust was spurned.
They betrayed my trust causing me to question why?
But God forgave me, and to his command I’ll comply.*
*Matthew 5:44-
But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;
*Ephesians 4:32-
And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another,
Even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you.
My cousin’s daughter was to get married
at a place some 80 km from the residence.
I was asked to drive her there and I agreed,
it was like my daughter’s wedding in a sense.
So in the afternoon of a chilly winter day
we’d started, the bride occupied the backseat
with two other girls, I’d no idea who were they,
must be two of her best friends, I hadn’t met.
All the talking was done by her voluble friends,
the bride was quiet all through the journey,
thinking perhaps of life-changing occasion grand
or by then she was too tired to talk, probably.
We reached the venue late, a full half an hour.
I told them to get down quick and rush inside,
I’d join them and others after I park the car
and bring the flowers I bought for the bride.
When I came back I heard there a big commotion.
The bride who was to come with me was missing.
I realized what had happened in second’s fraction,
went back to the car, found her on backseat sleeping.
Her friends were busy talking, didn’t clearly hear me.
The happening for me wasn’t a thing quite so funny.
June 29, 2018.
The chilly wintry mornings
The shaking souls,the icy feelings.
The hands and legs shivering
The snow falling and glittering.
The colorful flowers around
That spread in nature and surround.
There is no way to think beyond
God's creations, make us astound.
The dusky days,the long nights
The sun is dull,with low lights.
The snowfall makes the mountains white
The environment, though quiet brings delight.
The season has its own beauty
The nature does its full duty.
The atmosphere seems sooty
Yet foggy and fruity.
The frost around, the cold breeze
Make creatures numb and freeze.
The frozen seas,the serene bees
The cherries blossom, the green peas.
With temperatures, usually very low
The days are fast,the nights are slow
This is winter season's glow
That paints the nature white,with Snow...
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... stalactites hung like dystopian snot from a statue
her brain was frozen and formed ice in her mind
a lacuna without inlet or outlet arrested in time
mind’s skates tied up in bundles of snowflakes
gloves off for defeat with all speed set in arrest
not even her black woollen hat showed any signs
of thawing heart-warming emotions for comfort
empty speech bubbles covered her scraped tongue
where a mouth-watering waterfall should pursue
a pick axe with nothing left to dissect or construct
dangled from a callous corpus callosum in pain
unable to connect right left wrong or left to correct
this was not what searching tranquillity had promised
in contrast transcendence wept at chilly flood gates
a voice that had so much to part with in a landscape
of permanent layers of verglas onto vaporous rime
she wished for some slime or yuck glopping goo
but permafrost refused a glimpse of impermanence
a fool thought it funny to stick a carrot in her nostril
helpless she could not leave the vegetative state of affairs
clung to a string of crystal beads at pearly gates of no return
this is a lie I am Pinocchio at the threshold of truth
a metaphor unable to break the spell of apocalypse
unfulfilled amphora and vessel that can’t even leak
incontinence at the pointless orifice of evacuation
without one drop of hope for cataracts to dissolve
a lonely icebreaker with nothing left to crack open
where a firm skull should harbour my residual flow
when a polar bear embraced her unbalanced spectre
shared his white furry coat under a mantle of darkness
shales of introjection floated away from the solar eclipse
which had sheltered her from a charcoaled manic cauldron
touching middle grounds in between scorching euphoria
and lifeless apathy just long enough to remember that she had
not taken her medication and the self-help manual was useless
sometimes catharsis has to wait for one small lucid moment
when a beak meets a beaker and cascades start from a dribble
October rides upon the wind
mixed between the leaves and rains
with every color in its seasonal spin
to fall and blow before winter gains.
Mixed between the leaves and rains
a forest distant on the farest horizon
to fall and blow before the winter gains
revealing the palette of nature's dying, rising.
As the flowers and the summer roses die in mid air
revealing the palette of nature's crying,
crunch the leaves and walk the fields laid bare
autumn falls as every season does, yet still surviving.
November and December creep in with chilly flair
but the seasonal change fits just like gloves,
chilled by breeze and clouded chains unspared
as seasons come and go, labors of God's love.
There's rain in the forecast
Days of Rain
Greying my verdant spring
Violent storms are expected
So be ready for damage
The atmosphere is just chilly enough
To produce golf size hail
Be wary of pound--pound---pounding
On shelter's roof and walls
Some damage is irreparable
Flash Flood watch is in effect
Expect all low spots to be flooded
In the resultant deluge
Emergency personnel may be delayed
With other calls at the time
It is advised that you prepare in advance
Store extra batteries and lanterns--food and water
Then take that beautiful glass heart
from your windows lest it be smashed
A storm warning is now in effect.
beneath circling clouds
in the depths of the ocean
with little nearby
lies a speck of an island
of but thirty-five square miles
green mountain rising
from which hot lava once flowed
most toward the west
where the people live today
in modest isolation
not quite as busy
as during the Falkland War
a remote haven
for whale and turtle watchers
and those not easily bored
the Two Boats village
an airfield called Wideawake
the days are long past
when lookouts stood chilly watch
so 'Lil Boney' wasn't freed
amid the high seas
and the bluest of waters
a little island
not so much as forgotten
as never really known
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, I got a jolt,
I was driving my old bucket of nuts and bolts,
along the country road on a chilly autumn day,
Saw wild turkeys walking, they'd be ambling awhile,
I slowed and rolled down the window to say,
"Hey gobblers, soon it'll be Thanksgiving Day,
Run! run as fast into the woods as you can!
As soon hunters will be here, you'll be stuffed in a pan,
with sage and butter, and, may I be bold-
you'll be on china trimmed in gold!"
Their eyes got as big as fried eggs,
never saw turkeys run so fast on such spindly legs!
Deep into the timber they sure did disappear,
that Thanksgiving everyone went vegetarian-
and the turkeys had no fear. ~