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Next to our car is a mountain of snow,
Which has frozen as hard as a rock.
Ours isn’t the only one locked in, although
It’s the worst one around the whole block.
We’re parked on the side where the plows seemed to push
All the snow that was blocking the street
And because of the freeze, what should turn into mush
Has instead made our blockade complete.
We have nowhere to go and can get to the train
When we need to help out with the grands,
So on 89th Street, our poor car will remain
For as long as the weather demands.
We’ve been through this before, but it’s been a few years
Since we’ve dealt with both snow and such cold
And my husband and I, plus our car, it appears,
Feel the mileage we’ve gained taking hold.
Tears of gory guilt
Run down my bark, a nectar
For the nightingale
No where to hide now
The sheer shame embraces me
Don't know what I know
Fears of warriors
In freeless tree forever...
Their eyes carved outside
Pupils follow me
Wherever I roam...you see?
Not a sparkling sea...
Embark me surreal
Feed me your sweat..your labor.......
Place my silver soul right there
The atmosphere bleeds
With the fear of ancestors
Eyes do shine - you're mine
The trees' irises
Project all shades of blue...green...
Let go of baggage
Your hues blend with theirs
Hues that are all but true
Throw off your loads... cares...
Arrow pierces heart
Strikes me that it gets chopped down
Into flames of...art...
Reality's demise
Ends here in this fantasy...
A wise world that sees
In vain, I weep green
The tears I shed is their sun
I welcome the moss
Foolishness of men -
That bogus gets left behind
Thieves get caught...they rot...
Grow upon me, weeds
Flowers and alike - come here...
Bushes sway...breeze strays
The morbid moon shines
Like the rest of the planets
Stars refuse to blink
As Hard as a rock,
I spiral to and fro...oh...
My mind's a black hole
They long for humans
To love them...they can't function
When they produce shame
Alas, neglected
Profuse remains buried...naught...
Passed away...infected
You know it is cold
You know it is darn cold when the woodstove is going
But the propane furnace just keeps on blowing
When your nostrils freeze outside in the winter air
Ice is curled hanging with snow from the roof everywhere
You know it is cold when smoke bellows from chimneys all around
Everywhere you go there is crunching on the ground!
The dog needs a sweater and winter coat with a hood
Refusing to wear doggie boots, then waits to be carried where she stood
You know it is cold when vehicle struggles to start, taking long to warm up
Then the coffee you hope to have, starts to freeze in the travel cup!
You know it is cold when the driveway is a pond of slippery ice
But, the sand to cover it, freezes as hard as a rock, not nice!
Then you start praying for the temperature to please rise!
And when it reaches above zero you start to celebrate the surprise!
But, this is winter in the Northern New England heights
Just make sure you have warm blankets to get through the nights!
Heidi Sands
1/14/19
By Parizo Van Thulare
Hard as a rock of sedimentary
Groundwrecking as a C4 from the millitary
It was head over heels
Sometimes the clouds went nine
Emotions were on the line
The rain was on strike
Nothing was fine
The Forging of feelings
The Wiping of tears
The walk of shame
Pain with no gain
Endless hours of tossing and turning
Gone are those days
When i felt caged in love
Gone are those days
When you gambled with my thoughts
I used to think you are one
I sacrificed so much but i was taken for none
I was wrong ,Love is not a disease
You become vulnerable when you misuse it
Those days are gone dear
You wont see me near
Some think that happiness is having lots of things,
I dispute your mundane point of view and come Christmas Eve,
I would like to ride my sleight and be Santa for a night...
but I would need the fastest reindeers, not four wheels;
and down dark chimneys, I would quietly slide and soon leave
through the front door like a thief who's getting away in dim light.
I had better not see some of you peak behind a door,
you must be fully asleep, otherwise no presents at all;
I fear that not many will heed what I am saying and to those
kids listening: more gifts I'll put under their fireplace,
but to the ones who are disobedient, nothing I will give!
Hurry to bed and make those wishes and in me believe!
I hear someone giggling, not taking me seriously when I fantasize,
and just because I have a beard and white hair like your grandpa does,
it doesn't mean I am not fit to ride as a young man can and be on time...
tonight nothing can stop me from being Santa for a night:
I must hurry and load my sacks on this sleight and riding away!
Look! I am riding over towns and cities, mountains and seas...I will arrive!
No evening has ever been so quite, every street is buried in deep snow,
lampposts twinkle replacing the invisible lovely stars, only owls eyes glow...
ah, its a ghost town before midnight...usually kids stay out late and have snow fights!
Ah, slick children they are hiding behind windows with eyes as bright as lights!
But feeling their little anxious hearts beat, I shouldn't be as hard as a rock...
all this lonely, old man desires is to wish all Happy Holidays and be Santa for a night!
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently
Granny said there’s signs from nature we’ll get,
and it would behoove us not to forget.
You’d best listen when she threw out her words,
because she knew the ways of critters and birds.
She knew how to read the nature she’d see,
more accurate than some guy on TV.
She could tell if it was fixin’ to rain,
if we’d have hard winter or early spring.
Things like how an Ozark persimmon’s seed,
will tell if it’s a snow shovel you’ll need.
When autumn’s squirrels up and disappear,
then old man winter will be coming near.
If the air’s heavy and you’re feeling low,
more than likely a storm’s going to show.
But if the air is crisp and full of light,
then you better be out hunting tonight.
When there’s a misty ring around the moon,
tulips and pimpernel close up their bloom.
If the flowers have cranked up their smell,
rain is on the way is what these foretell.
If a rainbow rises high in the east,
then that means the chance of rain is the least.
But when it shows its face low in the west,
that’s when any chance of rain is the best.
See a Red sky at night, sailors delight,
red sky of morning, sailor take warning.
If the sheep are gathered in a huddle,
then you’ll be stepping into a puddle.
When leaves fall early winter will be mild,
when leaves fall later winter will be wild.
If leaves wither but don’t fall to the ground,
an extra cold winter will hang around.
If roosters start molting before the hen,
can look for a winter that’s mild and thin.
If the hen starts molting before the cock,
then prepare for a freeze hard as a rock.
Bountiful starlight reverbs with echoes
that fade but hold a bit of that drumfire.
Raising that whimsical smile even higher,
electric shadows cast a glow on your toes.
A sound you can’t place in the real world,
music that was bestowed from the Fey.
You wake and long to be whisked away
on a comet’s tail both pearled and curled.
High dollar melody delicately bouncing
like a wrist wrapped in celestial jewelry.
With a gaze at the sky’s rippling gallery,
three coin tossed wishes and counting.
Diamonds are on a roll hard as a rock,
playing your high hopes with sure strokes.
As if you really need any kind of a coax,
forever a girl in love with sidewalk chalk.
I was once alive,
Within this plane of existence.
Displaying my mighty fighting skills
Flowing like water, I hit as hard as a rock.
How their radiant eyes gleamed,
Watching me, observing me.
Viewing my furious battles between thee,
I sink low to dodge my opponents.
Buzzing in fighting stance as a bumblebee.
And I bring one down in a death-defying grip,
I aim towards the heart, with a loud warrior scream
“You must be like water,” I tell them.
Adaptable to change was I
Remember the movie Fist of Fury?
Moving with grace I do not leave a trace
Coming from all angles,
Never was I once defeated.
I jump and kick with such magnitude
A look of serenity remains on my face,
I land like a cat, waiting to attack
I sprawl down on the ground and complete two finger pushups
Forcefully yet calmly, showing the world what I can do.
I embrace my strength and you should too.
I stand up against all odds
I live on
Fight your own inner battles
I live on
You use your sharp jabs and spinning kicks
I live on in an unseen world.
When I gazed at the sky,
Was devoid of celestial bliss to the eye,
Pitch dark, as dark as a black lie.
Obscured 'above the clouds' were,
Moon of my emulations and stars of materialism,
Rising upto infinite expanse and unlimited realm.
Ambitions coursed like blood through me,
Material desires unending like treadmill,
Unseable above murky dark clouds of philistinism.
Enthusiasm lost to adversities and fortune,
For lack of determination altered my traverse,
Time tricked me down like a running grave,
Rainbow that receeded as I advanced.
As the wind blew and the doors rattled,
Saturated clouds burst with the torrential rain,
Sweeping impatience and increased appetite
Cleared sky,of ambitions as hollow as soul of an echo.
Iniquity flees, and I find
my verves as new as the glistening silk of moon,
Determination as hard as a rock,
Metamorphosed into a millionaire's mistress.
And tireless I fly, conforming to all my aspirations,
Culminating at the crest, desires hurried like clouds,
And diligent I stand in complacency,
Where serenity is the denouement.
Written June 19th, 2013
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