Long Freeze Poems
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When springtime comes, and frost is done,
Within the earth a rhythm drums,
The clouds roll back; the stags all run,
A fire burning in the sun.
The heartbeat in the land grows strong,
The sunlight glows as days are long,
The sparrows sing an endless song,
The trees all swaying; throng on throng.
A fragrance comes with wind’s sweet breeze,
A current strong that moves the leaves,
The music dances in the trees,
A sweeping song that melts the freeze.
A hush, a breath, a foretaste fair,
The thrill of spring runs through the air,
What joy it is beyond compare,
Release from dreaded winter’s glare.
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Form:
The Towers
By Franklin Price
9'13'2015
Two days and fourteen years ago the mighty towers fell.
Their dust clouds rising loftily, signs of the coming hell.
Many lost their lives that day, we still mourn them all,
In that field in Pennsylvania and the Pentagonal wall.
It was a day in infamy as in December forty-one.
Both marking the beginning that future sad times had begun.
The enemy in forty-one was easily defined;
A foolish country did it, the enemy still comes to mind.
The enemy of nine-one-one that brought the U.S. to a halt
Was not a country we could find, fanatic terrorists at fault.
No land for declaration, of the war that was to be,
Only bomb exploding cowards; hiding out and hard to see.
Forty-one and zero-one objectives were the same;
Ending freedom for the masses, both were such a deadly game.
Nine-one-one continues. It's with us still today.
We have to band together to make it go away.
Don't let our soldiers stand alone to protect this hallowed shore.
Give them support and gratitude their protection is our core.
Without them we each stand alone, our freedom then is done.
If we don't stand as a nation, we only stand as one.
We have a war, there is no doubt. It is now World War Three.
The United States the loser; without the help of you and me.
Not good to sacrifice our young; that's the way it's always been
To secure freedom for ourselves, we have to do it once again.
We are not the conquerors as others in the past;
But conquerors of oppression to make our freedom last.
Get rid of all the terrorists, our way of life to save,
The war will not be over, 'til the last one's in the grave
Countries that protect them, also our enemies.
No monetary help for them, their assets we should freeze.
If terrorist have taken over and that's the reason why,
Ask unconditional surrender, or invade and make them die.
It's the only thing they understand to make them go away
If we are not now willing; then terrorists are here to stay.
It will be our way of life to be in fear until we die,
And the lives lost since the towers fell will have no reason why.
The battle cry of a Samaria pierces the night
"Ninjas meet your death, no matter how you fight me, the Samaria's decree is death before dishonor"
What you think the little sword is for
It's hard to stab myself with a Katuana
You finger Chinese stars
Well I finger a poisonous arrowhead into my bowstring
Your send out your Shadow Spirit
I don't care white ninja or black ninja
Well mighty men meet a Valiant man
And now you meet a violent death
There now buzzards and vultures devour you
This is our culture we only defend our land
We only sent out a hand of help
You slap us in the face, you wont ever do that again
Freeze the moment let us twins remind ourselves
Who knows where the spirit goes it is like the wind
Come here to where we look the storms in the eye
And before we perish bro we might as well sip on some rye
Is there harm if I don't take off my armour
would you be offended if I sais when your indoors
put your sheild to rest
[ to the tune of If I Only Had A Brain from The Wizard of Oz ]
I know she will soon be blushing,
Because of what she's flushing,
When I have to explain.
With the plug I will be finding,
She will need a swift reminding;
I may likely go insane.
Well, I’ve really got to fiddle;
It’s somewhere in the middle
Of twenty feet of drain.
Seems the start of this caper:
Maxi pads or too much paper
Have been flushed straight down again.
Oh, I don’t mean to pry;
We’ve had this talk before,
And your brain will freeze on things that you abhor.
So I’ll explain again once more.
Oh my darling, dearest muffin,
You simply can’t be stuffin'
Those products down the drain.
When she’s here, I am wary;
It is really rather scary,
‘Cuz she’ll do it once again.
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Third Place Winner
for the "To The Tune of Musicals" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written on 03/15/2022
She lay there quiet, alone and still
Surrounded by the trees
Resting silent upon the hill
As daylight slowly flees
The frame was torn and weathered down
The boards were soft from time
All was empty without a sound
She stood long past her prime
A distant past unknown to me
I’m sure she once stood proud
If she could talk your eyes might see
A braggart talking loud
Resting near the western border
On our farm I would roam
Through the woods and gate in order
To find the barn alone
The Old Back Barn my Dad had said
Was full of stories lost
But aging now she looked instead
Like she had paid the cost
Now an empty shell still stands
So barren and alone
But once she met our harsh demands
Her value was unknown
The talks I had there with my Dad
Surrounded by the trees
Now bring a smile and makes me glad
For love he showed for me
My friends would come to visit me
And in that empty place
We’d laugh and knew that it would be
A time that we’d embrace
A blast of cold would freeze the pond
That sat right by her side
But we would always just respond
By jumping on to slide
And in the fall we’d shoot our guns
The targets on the door
Talking about the days of fun
We could not wait for more
Those days now ring of measured time
Back then we never thought
That one day we would pass our prime
Such memories can’t be bought
We’d talk of how our life would be
We’d really spin a yarn
Remembrance flooding back to me
I loved that old Back Barn.
Freeze point
fluid is brittle
Now into ice
Temperature
is fluid in deg
Brittle thaws..
Temp is fluid
is temporary
morph eager
morph ready
pause flows..
temp is note
temp in flow
as - fluidous
plays a song
what is alive
water is Life
Living
Notes
Music
Pause
Freez
Pause
Flows
Melts
Notes
Magic.........In
Pulsating beats
Water breathes
...........beneath
....................icy
...................crust
................of frozen
...............incubated
............surface sheet
.........the giver sustains
.......at rest breathing life
......pause between notes
..….the breath beat of Ice
..….listen to musical notes
,,,,,.in the awaited..pause
,,,,,,..quiet patient timed
...........thaw shall play
.................music...
Silver Bells, where?
People hiding under stairs.
From neighbors like scared rabbits
they run.
Zero faith in God's only Son!
Cough, sneeze, our souls freeze.
Christmas via Zoom!
Humanity's Doom.
Stay away from me, I may die?
Stop, challenge all lies.
Be free.
Scared? No problem, stay home.
Stop putting chains on us, more
than well enough to roam.
Fire all governors(you know which
states.)
The Totalitarian ones, who cars not for
God or the joy of a tastyChristmas plate.
Love God, love you!
Let no man decide your fate,
Just you.
12-3-2020
12:45am
The rose won’t pose, won't stay its will,
It knows it can’t be forced to stay still.
It sneaks movements between brush strokes,
Breaking free of the painter's staring yokes.
The lemon makes faces with bitter pride,
It hides its shyness with a snide slide.
Each subject plays a veiled charade,
As each freeze-frame is displayed.
The painter grabs what time would spill,
To capture one moment with all their skill.
Not knowing their aim can't be fulfilled.
For life is too fluid and free-willed.
Just after each moment is painted.
The scene is already old and outdated.
For nothing posed stays that way for long.
It shifts with each glance, and moves on.
Strawberry,
Vanilla,
Banana split
Maybe, I'll have it in a cone, filled with one scoop of triple chocolate chip.
Don’t forget the rainbow sprinkles and cherry sauce that sticks~ Napkins at the ready, for any melting messy drips.
Daddy says " your brain will freeze" if eaten far too quick~
I laughed when daddy’s tongue changed colour, from the blue ice lolly he licked
How am I to choose, so many I could pick~ Imagine tasting Each yummy flavour altogether in a dish.
To every day have ice-cream
That would be my wish
Breakfast, lunch and dinner without ever feeling sick.
I tried a new flavour today , and daddy put a shiny coin in a jar which
Labeled TIPS
Rocky road with chocolate toppings, shaped like little fish
The lady smiled , enjoy! She said , and that is what I did ..
. I love my daddy, And I love our ice-cream trips.
My hair caressed by the fervent musical breeze,
atop the cliff of innocence my fingers freeze,
I look down in ravines of whirling waves and wait,
the moment of euphoria clings to a concealed fate.
The anxious clock seems to drag hollow slumbers,
I've been fretting over those ticking numbers,
a distant lullaby from memories uncurls my hopes,
it blankets me emerging from mist in layered slopes.
I've taken the plunge into oceans of warm dreams,
infinite frames scintillating topaz blue beams,
an eternal stream engulfs my soul in emerald light,
my past merging into celestial rivers glowing in white.
I float in beautiful streams to find a tranquil shore,
a strand charms me to unlock a secret ruby door.
Oh! I am present in loops of time in that mystic world,
my childhood and motherhood soar, their wings unfurled.
July 4, 2020
Time- 8 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(A Dear Heart)
~Winner: 2nd Place