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Amidst the Snowflakes
Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky
One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding
At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge
However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created
Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed
Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all
As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes
A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury
Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route
Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence
High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day
Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.
Andreas Simic ©
Not by her eyes did I stop in my tracks
Though they spoke as Celtic forest rings
And glittered as a wyvern's hold.
Not by her voice soft,
Sweet as a siren entrapping my soul
Resonate as Christmas bells carried by
A valley crystalline in new snow.
Neither her touch, which infuses my weary flesh
Tonic of revival and haven of hearth.
Delicious like peppermint cider
Warming me from within.
Not by any, but by all these
Her being more than jetties to break the waves
More than trees that soften the squall
More than a harbor for my soul
Yea, he writhe in pleasure, peace, and home
Hiraeth.
My heart is wrenched, it's awake...
I can't bare down any longer,
I can't hide it-or fight it-or act away from it,
This is the steel blow to my face,
This is a quiet morning sunken in mist, felt in cloth,
sleeping in willows,
Lighting a fuse that pithers off into perfection,
An untied blissful knot, a sea of converging ships,
Storming, storming through with fire breath
That meets,
and melts,
And away, away, away we all fall, as we should,
As we have to, and as it is to be done.
Please God, let us remain in the wave.
Steer and steer.
A flaccid, earthen movement into my corner,
And life turns kinetic, grabbed and drenched.
A hill to climb, but
It weaves, there is no shape or direction,
Just motion-and-rhythm-with-arms-and-eyes---attached.
It's grounded by the mind,
But its nature is to float---endlessly, endlessly float.
The shock
Disorientates the leatherness of the world,
Crushing the sick, green gears and switches and rusted
Hackneyed knobs
We've made for ourselves,
Entrapping us in our very footsteps
And then--
the terrifying milk
Cleanses--with the grace and completion only skin can provide
And the tenderness of time slips into your our vaulted darkness
Lighting the fields.
Poetry
Neither hobby
nor pastime
its grip ever
grows
Its hold on my
heart
through the drought
and the snow
Each word
that it sends me
each phrase
to impound
And blessing
the silence
my Savior
— resounds
(1st Book of Prayers: August, 2025)
Divine Wind
Shinto
or Buddhist
the Samurai
served
Their honor
and legiance
in blood
was preserved
The sword
as their mantle
and spiritual
Lord
Death
was their preference
dishonor
— abhorred
(Shinjuku Museum: October, 2003)
Betwixt & Between
Better or worse
those two oxymorons
Lying in wait
entrapping the weak
Lo and Behold
they claim self-importance
Lo and Behold
thoughts watered and meek
Polar extremes
they float barely conscious
To lure you between them
and hold you quite mad
Bye after Bye
they muddle your choices
Bye after Bye
— good orphaned with bad
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
I was hiking in the hills, and I was talking to the air
when a fork in the path, took me first here,... and then, there
Prickly thickets, were aflame with brilliant crimson,
entrapping my feet, with a pin-cushion prison
The foxgloves too, grew in mass profusion
My head in a state of blind confusion
Granite rocks were wearing saffron, golden
Clouds up above, blending, enfolding
The hills were hidden in the cloudy mist
The mountains were turning deep amethyst
Dilemma lay ahead in my all my decisions
I stumbled along, without much precision
Grass bending low, between the boulders
Gulls screamed higher, wind getting colder
I would forge on ahead, over ditches and water,
as the ebb of the day, was getting darker and darker
There was a fork, in the trail near a sage scrub tree
where the needles on the ground, wore a carpet lined with weeds,
The pine was tethered in its place by the rust-red sky,
Brown and dead at the top, where a crow was sitting by
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On long ago nights, when we sat by the lamp
I remembered one tale, that had come from my Gramps
The fastest way home was......as the crow flies
So I waited, awhile, .......He led me home, by and by
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For The Rhyme Contest: Sponsored by Juli Michelle
10/5/13
Though I yearn for eternal rest
and free from his violation
I unravel in his charismatic force
compelled by wild dark eyes
I am but a frail heirloom
composed, submissive, spellbound tied
In the arms of uncertainty
a daughter of Athena
enduring loves legacies, courted by gods
desired by many suitors
cursed by others jealousy and ruling reigns
Two immortal flames
mortal eternals, there is no conforming
We drink from the aguarossa
blood-red rose redeemer
in our underworld’s Leviticus larva
naught rituals regress
our binds cannot be broken
Forever rooted in our rapturous rhythm
plucked from poetic plight
I am but sparkling stardust, silica dense
spoiled by his fire, enwrapped in his core,
whilst I dance upon his soul
On a pedestal, where he has taken me,
a gypsum statue on his Tristan thrown,
he jots his visceral venom vignette
entrapping me in bane sonnets
It’s a god forbidden grapnel gameboard,
where dark words rise like blades of passion
in roulette’s rivalry, his cabaret
Goddesses being the hecatomb
in chivalries of chaotic romanticism
I long to be set free, released
from the portrait I am fated to portray
from lovesickness, unbereft of love's vow
from the bound wrists in gyves
free from his violation
I yearn for eternal rest
No Bone
My skull has gone, no bone;
Just an open mind of the fallen Sun.
I collapsed in your arms and you held me close,
Just like I always dreamed you would.
I feel your hand upon my brain,
It’s funny but relaxing.
You feel my insistence for you again,
As the waves in my mind start you laughing.
We are connected, two people as one.
Come here, feel love and never feel alone.
Let me grow extendable arms, so I can wrap my arms around us;
My arms fly around you and I many times, entrapping us in love.
Stuck together forever, my love cannot be severed,
I Love You!
Didn’t you notice, that we made a connection,
A telepathic, subtle, intelligent discussion;
A meeting of the minds, blind to the eye, but there for certain.
You know what I think somehow.
I guess it’s written all over my face.
So you know I am telling the truth to you now,
I love you…I love her…I love (…) for she is my girl.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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In her presence, my heart's bounds grew weak,
For her long legs held me, a captive so meek.
With every stride, grace adorned her way,
A prisoner to beauty, night and day.
Silken whispers brushed against the air,
Her slender limbs, a sight beyond compare.
In their length, a secret power resides,
Entrapping my spirit, where passion hides.
Oh, how I longed to wander their path,
To explore the depths of their seductive math.
Her steps, a rhythm, a symphony to adore,
I yearned for freedom, yet craved her allure.
Ensnared within her elegant embrace,
I found solace in that enchanted space.
Her long legs, a labyrinth of desire,
I willingly surrendered, caught in the fire.
She moved with purpose, each stride a spell,
Her captivating spell, I couldn't quell.
Her long legs held me captive, it's true,
For in her presence, my world found a new view.
All right, no more Abecedarian again!
Buzz off,
Cut me some slack,
Dogging me,
Entrapping me with a
Form of poetry I am not
Good at,
Hamilton!
I entreat you
Jot down some other forms that won’t
Knock me off my rocker, like
Lyric, Limerick or Lay on
Myth and Mystery,
Narrative, Ninette or Nonet,
Ode, Ottava rima or Sicilian Octave maybe,
Parody, Pastoral or Parable even,
Quatrains or Qasida on
Romantic comedy or Repartee,
Shadow, how about Seharaa, Sestina or Senryu?
Tail-rhyme, Tanka, Triolet, Tetractys or Tyburn even?
Unlike Terza Rima, Terzanelle or
Villanelle and Vaasokht, just have contests on
Wit and Wisdom in form Vers Libre!
Xerox my words, Shadow Hamilton—
Yonder, beyond your vision, in the wings awaits a
Zealous Poet!
~07/01/15
Abecedarian contest by Shadow Hamilton