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Spring is coming soon - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies. Every pond
Is laced with life! I love to see the spawn,
Surmising that the lambs, so lately born,
Can frolic in the fleeces they have donned,
Occasioning the watchfulness of ewes.
March hares are up on haunches, sparring hard,
Ignoring me with haughty disregard,
Neglecting normal safety norms. For shoes,
Gigantic oaks wear boots of bluebell blooms,
Surprising us with old-and-gnarled-and-new!
Obliging insects fertilize the plumes
Of furled-out flowers, iridescent blue,
Narcissus and nasturtium, breaking through!
Sunday 26 March, 2017
A young man bought a tight pair of fleeces,
And their stranglehold filled all the creases,
But the fit was so thin
That he couldn't begin
To pump blood to his bits ... and his pieces.
Well, they made him look chic as expected,
Though his girlfriend was feeling neglected,
Cuz from belly through bum,
His poor junk was so numb
That he just could NOT get it ... erected.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "What's Bugging Me" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Bawdy Limerick Contest - Let's Keep It PG-13" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.
* One of my weaknesses is expensive clothing, and my pet peeve is the new "slim fit" men's suits and clothes - I hate the way they look and feel, like a little boy who can't afford new clothing and outgrows them. I can't WAIT 'til they go out of style! * ;o)
("The World's Greatest Toy" is the motto and ad line used by the makers of The Erector Set, which I had as a boy and remember fondly ... though the word later took on much "grander" meaning, lol)
* Syllables - 10, 10, 6, 6, 10, counted at HowManySyllables.com *
At a giraffe like height, with eyes having clear view
from a cold icy frosty windowsill, 3 stories high.
I see a city forest, full of things and
snowy powdery pillows packs
and patches of icicle drops.
City streets drenched in a spill of snow white-out.
This created by and from old man's winter desk.
There are views of the season frozen tundra of
white sheets, piles of string laid pearls;
ivory, fluffy, flaky and chalky.
Mountain mounds with great white zenith peaks.
These abound in the quaintest of small shy snow-bound town.
Trees are huddled covered in pure white parka snowflake design fleeces.
This creating a blanket like canvas, for me the aspiring artist.
There hidden in this icy little village full of life like ice sculptures.
Also, are frosty paintings of nature's frosty experiences.
Youngsters enjoy wintery weather games in their childhood play.
Adults winter’s life priorities are of plowing and snow shoveling.
The town’s people chat in igloo like shops.
This to have a hot mint coffee, with some toast
and then converse to brag and boast.
A frosty winter small hometown scene.
Yet; “a very, very, warm community feel,”
and a "Yule-Time dream."
So many cloudy days
Moments where the sun beat down hot
Typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes
Reminding us of what we ain't got
Sitting on a wooden bench
With a gentle breeze writing out hope
Feet in the creek without a care
Nibbling on the sweetest cantaloupe
The phone rings with unexpected news
Shattering the heart into a thousand pieces
Grieving all the losses of blunted connection
Trying to bargain with god through many fleeces
An act of kindness when depression rules
Takes the soul to the end of denying self
Listening ears open and expand
To take identity off the safe little shelf
Finally, LOVE has come and enveloped
The wondering mind into eternal flow
The refreshing water of connection
Has yielded to wherever spirit wants to go
...pulling up roots, and blowing kisses
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-29-2026
At birds' eye view, from an icy frosty windowsill,
8 stories high: I see a city forest full of snowy powdery
pillow packs stacked
These are spread out making a white-out
of black streets lanes
Then piles of pearly ivory fluffy flakes
cascading into tall white iceberg mounds;
greatly abounding in an isolated city that is fully bound
Trees huddled and cover themselves in
white parkas; this of snowflake designed fleeces creating
a blanket white newly made canvas for me the delighted Artist
People are frozen in their village,
neighborhoods being effectuated with the
season's frigid chilly chilled cooled air;
nipping at many red young and old numb ears
Ice vapors of a foggy mist
does tint white car's windowsills
The City sidewalks and streets has
transparently merged into one white snow sheet
Snow summits also rise high with
white zenith peak tops
People are enjoying forming
snow tunnels and igloos and
snow men and snow angels
And some people sculpt ice statues
These come into being at just below
zero temperatures of freezing
Icicles are nature's cold calling cards;
this having a very slick and cold feel touch
At this time youngsters are receiving their
reddish noses and pink red rose cheeks
Black boots, snow shoes sink in a
foot deep of snow slushing to race home
A flurry of snow scene experiences
are how most winters are known back home
The tossing of powder with frost-bite
fingers and colorful blue hue toes that are ice cold
This season has its celebration of the Christmas day: this
the time of “Christ Birth,” the reason why I and others do pray
The theme of all things each and every day; in a heart that is very merry,
light hearted and amazed for the many wonders given to us yesterday,
today and years to come every glorious day
Image of Moon Clouds Air provided by Pixabay.
*Selenophila
Ballet of calm swans glissades, silhouette
placed culled singles tryst, pond sides by vast knoll,
balters few burbled matches. Grasped sunset
whilst espy eyes pry, as through a peephole,
faint lights pair, a porcelain minuet.
Lain on their fleeces, woolgathering whirled --
supine visages, prompt smeared tattooed rouge
-- upgrades furtive vagary functions, twirled
tendrils e'er sensing blond frames ... whelve amour
amongst enthused pristine hearts, fused refuge
sonder renaissance ere night's prism, savior
per drawn orphic sight, a ringed rainbow moon,
selenophiles resplendent moored grandeur
flame, epoch pairs euphoric dulcet swoon.
*Selenophila: Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.
2021 May 19
*4th Place*
Summer love sonnet
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2021 May 24
A swallow swoops for flitting flies
While Johnny rubs exhausted eyes
(As morning clasps the rising sun)
Confirming Captain’s day’s begun:
Slow streams emerge from melting snows -
The Merchant Ship’s in stark repose...
As Johnny frets with tingling tongue
A Vulture fleeces fields far-flung
(Beneath a bleeding sun above),
And Captain culls the dead with love:
Yes, while the silent water flows,
The Merchant Ship just gulps and grows...
A serpent weaves amongst the weeds
As Johnny dares audacious deeds
(When evening drains the dying day)
To stop the Captain, come what may:
And while the raging rivers grow
The Merchant Ship rocks to and fro...
An owl, a’ branch, has teacup eyes
That glimmer dark as Johnny dies
(Now sown inside the future’s womb)
When flushing Captain to his doom:
Trapped in titanic undertow
The Merchant Ship’s swept down below...
A fledgling bird sprays morning dew
As Johnny Junior’s born anew
(He’s baptised in the dawn ablaze)
To rectify the former days:
Raw rills arise from melting snow
And virgin rivers start to flow...
FLAME OF ASCENSION
No-one can escape Flame of Ascension
a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
genteel progress on a path
It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
coffins cords, corners chains conniving
Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes
“Where must sparks sagely sail now
Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”
“To those with neptunium nerves
those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to
taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues
or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day
from oozing boxes to city sites
Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
to those who chore by candlelight
in basements cold
gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp
dawn to create wise woman wands
to those who forgive an impoverished
rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands
Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
covering it with furs
flasking it’s folly !”
No-one can flee Flame of Ascension
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
breath upon baptising breath
no strut or scintillating stumble
skin to self-assuming skin
spectacular sundew sing
Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
fragrance from filament files
harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable
white heart field
Come
Let Flame of Ascension flower
fiddling fingers into interlinking
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
Biting winds and swirling flakes of snow had finally abated
We surveyed the deep drifts, which lay on the fields
The silvery moon peeped through the clouds and lit our way
It was bitterly cold, but the pitiful sound of bleating spurred us on
Some friends and neighbours had joined us – we had no time to lose!
Grabbing our spades we worked tirelessly throughout the night
Digging out the sheep and tiny lambs one by one
Their fleeces were matted with tiny icicles
As dawn broke we had rescued all but one of our precious flock
Suddenly our trusty sheepdog Shep started barking
We trudged to where he was frantically pawing at the snow
Our hearts lifted as we pulled the final sheep out alive
At last it was time for us to return to the farmhouse
In the distance I could see gold and silver lights sparkling
and scintillating on the Douglas fir tree in church in the village.
I raised my eyes to heaven and gave thanks.
A Winter Poem
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Required words
silver, gold, sparkling, flakes, icicles, drifts and spades
12~02~16