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The grass is brown the trees are too,
the skies a darker shade of blue.
The clouds have lost their beautiful white,
the stars are lighting up the night.
The moon is full and has a grin,
please tell me sir where have you been.
He smiled at me and gave a wink,
his glow so wide I had to blink.
The winds blew in and gave me a chill,
I spied a flake on my windowsill.
My favorite time of year was close,
wiping the frost from my last rose.
The shadows on the lawn are casted in blues,
Autumns turned in for a winter snooze.
I'm all snuggled in warmed by him,
beneath the moon we're staying in.
Written: March 16, 2025, for a contest Sponsored By Cobstance la France
Quote: Like the sun, show mercy, and like the night, hide others' flaws. Give like water and be humble like the earth. Be who you appear. By Poet
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Peachy snowbells drift on the twilight-lit lake,
their rippling motions mirror the luster of silk.
Its grace lingers, fades, and is as elusive as a flake,
the ethereal charm of wonder is an everlasting ilk.
A cerulean mood settles into the doldrum,
adrift and lost, wiping blues, missing a cold rum.
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The day is winter with snow and wind,
hiding homes and streets and the trees and rivers,
all is veiled in layers of ice and snow,
the cars and buses stopped and all is closed.
Within many homes,
warm fireplace's glow,
as the snow continues to fall,
and the temperature is colder than the North Pole,
beyond,
frozen windows.
Cats within homes are curled in balls of soft fur,
without a care for the weather,
and firelight flickers in rooms cozy,
and there is solitude and peace,
within Victorian homes,
there is concern for homeless, the old and feeble,
alone.
Heat and plenty of food is essential,
but as we know many within the city do not have this,
and what of the poor birds,
the wild animals,
the stray cats and dogs
living outside.
Airplanes and trains are not moving,
drifting snow and ice making it dangerous,
people stranded,
far from home.
The clouds hang low, heavy and white,
and the snowflakes come, flake after flake,
trees bend and branches break, blocking streets,,
while a bitter wind rattles windows,
threatening to break in
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March 08, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Winter Storm Forecast
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1437-399-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, You're A Weather Forecaster
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 04/10/2022
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
Small Gifts Big Gifts
Fear burns souls, hate burns lives, turns them into smoke
Gold, silver, wealth, do nothing to extinguish these
Age and time take us by surprise
Strangers, like so many unknown, unseen, untouched flowers on a mountain side
Wither and die inside society, unseen, no sense of fragrances
All their beauty and their splendor gone in a mystery
Each person is like a snow flake, unique, no two alike
Love comes in a tiny box to put out fires of fear and hate
Given with compassion to a stranger can quench bad things
Life is much more than just a dream
But I dream of this
To line up thousands of tiny boxes filled with love
Wrap each one in gold, silver paper with a tiny bow on top
Pass them out for happiness and the common good
Empathy is stronger than you know
Big things come in small packages too
These boxes never empty
No money in the world can save a soul
Smiles come in small boxes for the forgotten
So many people deserving of a gift
Instead of cookies we would give out wondrous things
Tiny boxes, wrapped in gold, red and silver with a bow
Inside a key to their new auto or perhaps a check
Money is the best gift ever
Financial security is a girl or boys best friend
People close to wisdom already know
We should place the needy in new homes or mansions if they wished
A Learjet would be nice for me
With lessons for a pilot’s license to fly friends, family and strangers about
Germany for breakfast, France for lunch, than off to Egypt
Finding mummies together would be interesting
More strangers added to our gift list
More strangers means more fun to give
Small Gifts - Contributing to Other's Happiness- Poetry Contest
When the weather change you have no one to blame, when the weather change it can drive you insane, you must prepare for every scenario and the flood water rising up to the corridor, always walk with your umbrella because you don’t know when there will be a sudden down pour of shower. It will soak you to the bone and leave you weeping and confound.
There is a strange sensation in the air that is causing everyone to fear, the vibes is not feeling right and you have to wait on the proper timing to roll the dice.
The streets are quiet and empty, and the soldiers are very unhappy; they are kicking the walls with their iron boots and the reporter is getting ready for the evening news. The strange weather is blowing everywhere, raking up dust in the street and breaking the car's windshield.
Rice is spilling in the street and ovenproof white rum is drowning on the corner, it is a cultural tradition that they practice to drive the evil spirits away. You can smell the rum from a distance and the wind spreading its fragrance all around and the people walking on the street and holding their breath waiting for the moment to pass.
Here they are again parading up and down the street, with no specific assignment and no proper engagement; they have lost their focus and their mind keeps going around in curves looking for that precision to honker down on the crown
When the weather changed you have to play your cards right to get out of the terrible plight. If you play dirty and win you will pay double for your sins, so read very section of the note before you load your stuff onto the boat.
We are definitely going this time and conditions ahead will be fine. Everything is signed off and paid for and the cars are waiting outside
They don’t know where they are going, it looks like this is the final call before the Christmas brawl begins.
The temperature has changed and the new breeze is blowing in cold air from the northern hemisphere and I hope that sooner or later snow flake will be flying everywhere so get ready to bundle up in your winter gears.
I.
In the hush of the first movement,
Silent snowfall plays a soft overture.
Each flake a note, descending gently,
A white serenade to quiet streets.
Nature's breath slows, like a pianissimo,
And the world finds refuge in the stillness.
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The allegro of frostnip,
A brisk dance of biting winds.
Trees, skeletal and stark, bow in unison,
Their frozen limbs, a winter waltz.
Here, shadows wrap around the day,
A protective shroud from the harsh glare.
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Andante, the pace of chilled introspection,
As daylight wanes, and darkness ascends.
Winter's cloak, a shield from the revealing sun,
A sanctuary for those who seek solace.
A silent sonata of solitudinal echoes,
Footprints muffled in the snow's embrace.
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Adagio, the languid drift of snowflakes,
A delicate descent, like feathers from the sky.
Time stretches, as if caught in a frozen dream,
And the world slips into a quiet reverie.
In winter's arms, a clandestine asylum,
Hidden from the stark exposure of summer.
V.
Rallentando, the gradual deceleration,
As winter's sonata reaches its conclusion.
The landscape, a canvas of muted hues,
Soft whispers of a fading symphony.
Yet, in the cold, a warmth is found,
A paradoxical embrace of winter's serenade.
Teal entreats and cuddles the appellant granted gifts
a third spun away and sprung a new course to breathe
a new blend of Flora life amidst the Fungi and Fauna breeds.
Soon it'll cast a shade of dryness and thirst for the blues, soothe all those who will drink and sop in the order to stay above and be watered.
A sway to filtering reds and oranges rustling in its fall,
building in heaps as an old raker takes a coffee break
watching future rakers, frolics about them.
It's not until the winds blow them away and maintain a steady course of Ivory flakes. They kiss the virgin ground as an introduction that winter snow will tether about and around. As it mounts up so Frosty's can dot neighborhood front homes, with roads for precious souls to view besides colorful well-lit front yards, decorate interiors and their immediate exteriors
All are processing those distinctive Ivory flakes where no two are alike. Their crystalline prisms boast for a while hosting their time as their own. Ivory particles and or Ivory flakes bless the grounds, as well as the eyes that behold them.
Melting does not rob memory bliss, as the fortunate beating hearts pause for a short period as the first sunrise, adrift the last Ivory Flake as they kiss their nose-tips ... a fond farewell.
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
The descending snow in winter transforms my mind into a trance.
The onerous tumbling snowflakes seem to mingle, as if to dance.
As they land upon my face, they embrace each pore within my skin.
A quite profound interaction, between Mother Nature and her kin.
These hypnotizing snowflakes, slowly cover all that’s around.
The freshly fallen snow muffles out each and every sound.
It’s like I’m trapped within a moment of time, each flake and I become as one.
Then I feel the bite of the freezing cold and this euphoric dance is suddenly done.
When I think of all the life that is thriving upon this earth.
I’m really just only a speck and I have been since my birth.
October 31, 2020