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Winter's Slumber Contest
Regina McIntosh
Winter's slumber has me in cozy places, warm and comforted
I am grateful for the wood fire that burns, many blankets I have
So many things to help me get through the bitter cold
The wind that howls through the woods and all the piles of snow
It is the season to hunker down, giving time to reflect on past events
To plan positive things for the days ahead, to process methodically
A time to be grateful for new things and old creative talents
Still, the sun shines on many cold days, rising with endurance
As it creates sparkling stars in the pure, white, snow
Showing beauty bypasses the battles of the cold weather
I awaken from slumber on these stark, beautiful, days
Birds come to the feeder, as I watch the show through frosty windows
A colorful picture filled with songs, alert my senses to see and hear
It is a time to cherish the shelter of this safe home
To appreciate all there is when the world is cold outside
A time for rest, a time for relaxation, a time to enhance intuition
It is a contrast of kindness and bitterness, calmness and fierceness
The power of patience, granted by the bulbs, waiting to bloom in spring
12/26/23
Hunker down, it'll blow over...
Unless it blows up
Into a storm that might drown us all
In a sea of lies from an ethos so small
It should all disappear 'neath a wave of disgust
In the wake of mistakes built on fakes and distrust
The ship's goin' down and the Captain can't sleep
With his thumb on the scale and his head in so deep
He could do root canal if he just had the tools
With his hands on the levers surrounded by fools
Those big floppy shoes won't fit on the brakes
But the car still accelerates, that's all it takes
To capture the flag, a checkered record games played all day
And soon he'll have given the whole game away
The bank's in the tank as well as the court
When you play with house money it cheapens the sport
You can gild ev'rything but you can't shame the lily
A flake that's so thin it just makes you look silly
The transparent uniform sported each day
Won't hide the cuneiform cankles on clay
The soft metatarsals will never hold up
Under increasing scrutiny, while you fish for scup
Floundering, foundering, drowning in lies
Scuppered insufferably, lengthening ties
Hide a softening middle increasingly round
But a breeze at the knees would blow the man down
The long dark months of winter soon give way
to signs of life renewed again in spring.
Migrating from the south to come and play,
the songbirds have returned: a cause to sing.
The days grow ever longer, draw us out;
the snows recede, uncovering the earth.
The landscape greens as shoots begin to sprout:
a joyful time of freedom and new birth.
The flowers beckon; likewise do the trees.
we hunker down instead in fitful throes.
The pollen blooms into the grandest sneeze;
oh Lord, why did You thus create our nose?
And now I must bid you a fond adieu
before I launch my germs again… atchoo!
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for the Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
written on 02/07/23
Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,
be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins.
The ruling lot are in a spot, the boss man he complains:
“The gypsies’ soul, I can’t control, my patience wears and wanes;
they will not cede to common greed, which conquers far domains
and furtive spies and news that lies have barely baked their brains.
“But in the court of last resort the final fix remains:
in boxcar bins with violins we’ll freight them out in trains
(should one ask why, a quick reply: ‘It’s that which God ordains!’),
and in the bogs, they’ll die like dogs, and everybody gains.”
Coronavirus Came From China
By Franklin Price
03/27/2020
Coronavirus came from China
At least that's what they say
Matters not, where it came from
It's with us here today
Has spread through human contact
For a cure there's a dearth
There are many dead and dying
In most every place on earth
To slow this deadly virus down
We were told to separate
To quarantine in our own homes
Until some future, unknown date
Businesses must shut their doors
Where people tend to gather
It's difficult, to say the least
But you could die, if you would rather
There is no cure, now, that's known
Scientists have joined the fray
To research and discover
What will take this threat away
Meanwhile there's no pay check
For the low and middle class
They did not bring the virus here
Staying home will break their ass
Many live from week to week
There are many cupboards bare
No savings to rely on
Nothing to eat while they are there
The high and mighty, on the hill
Yes, the Senate and the House
Too busy with their politics
And the things that they espouse
Supposed to be there for the people
Whose money has run out
Must pass a Bill to help them
That's what their job now is about
Bills begin with Representatives
They're the closest to the crowd
They beat their chests and posture
But they seldom make us proud
To get money to the people
Who were told to hunker down
Was the plan when they got started
Their results should make us frown
It was their time to put in pork
Add at least a thousand pages
Lost sight of We the People
Made a Bill that now enrages
Congress gets more money
Abortion has some say
The Center honoring Kennedy
Will get some extra pay
Student loans will be forgiven
Wind and solar power in
With people out there dying
Such acts of Congress are a sin
By the time you read this tirade
The House may have had their vote
Whether it has passed or not
Is not the thing of note
We the People may get money
Then again, well, maybe not
The fighting is not over
For the pork that's in the pot
That the people of the U.S.A.
Always get this run around
Special interest pork is always there
Easier to chew, if it were ground
I Thought Irma Was Over
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 5:26 PM
I thought Irma was over
When she turned right at the coast
To cross the width of Florida
With an eye I thought was toast
She made it although wounded
Winds out four hundred miles
She kicked the ass of Jacksonville
And took away their smiles
She left and headed northward
Pounding Georgia's coast and Isles
The Okefenokee swamp
Had hunkered down it's crocodiles
She then kept on to Charleston
Water surged in streets and ways
I'll not think she's gone again
Looks like thinking never pays
It would not surprise me
If she headed out to sea
And got her wits about her
And came back after me
I'd hunker down in Asheville
A very sheltered blue ridge town
I'm sure the mountains would not stop her
She'd scream right in and blow them down
I'm hoping she won't read this
And decide to come my way
I would much appreciate it
If she went to sea today
Headed to where the water's cold
To take away her fuel
Looks like that's the only way
She will die and end this duel
the world descends into chaos
as our world leaders
led by the chaos president
are overwhelmed
by the smallest enemy of all
a simple virus
blows through the crumbling public health infrastructure
and no one is prepared
and panic ensures
with every Presidential tweet
as people don’t believe
a word he says
conspiracy rumors spread
everyone believes their own reality
as the world spins out of control
the chaos king is in his element
convince that only he knows
the deal
and everyone else
is iust a bit player
in the reality show
that he presides over
and so the rest of us
hunker down
just hoping for the best
as the panic and chaos
spreads faster
than the virus
are we doomed
can we survive
will God save us?
he is silent
as always
Irma Sunday Evening
By Franklin Price
9/10/2017 - 6:22PM
For six hours we've been watching
The eye of Irma twitch
As the winds and rains around it
Are making life a *****
Since I last wrote her actions
She has twice come to the shore
As some have indicated
Here to even up the score
She landed last in Naples
Eye overhead on land
Was determined with her wind and rain
To make a gallant stand
The weathermen stood with her
She tried to blow them to the ground
They grimaced and they squinted
As they were buffeted around
She sucked the water from the bays
To make the tidal surge
Then when she would pass them by
She would open up and purge
The surge already happened
And it made Miami flood
Covering streets and highways
With much debris and mud
Although the eye was never there
Miami got the brunt
Got much more than bargained for
More than they could ever want
Irma keeps on moving on
Without a full blown eye
Left the lower lid in Cuba
Tore it off when passing by
It did not seem to matter
Her focus still not bad
She saw to pummel Naples
With the right hook that she had
She's headed for the city
With the Russian sounding name
Saint Petersburg is waitng
To see how Irma plays the game
Putin is not resident
Nor is the POTUS Trump
If they were she'd do the same
And kick the city's rump
Half blinded, getting old and tired
She's traveled very far
Still searching for new lands to hurt
Irma's now a fading star
Still can do some damage
Although she's hurt and sore
If you are in the path she takes
Should hunker down a little more
The wounded beast still packs a bite
With her surge and wind and rain
Still able to hurt and end you
Or at least to cause you pain
terms and phrases with
wordds that amazes
sparkling and shining bright
what a marvelous site
what a beautiful day
In love is a
joyous way to be
in love
we're in love
I'm in love with you
Everyday is our specail day
everyway is our specail way
the details are never confussed
In love I'm the winner
how many guys come home
and say whats for dinner
I don't feel exploited
or misused
I'm in love with you
Even when folks try to trick us
we stand stong nothing
comes between us
when it's humorous
we say we're amused
but when i's time to stick together
we hunker down
hey we're clever
look around
and I got you
Quarantined
By Franklin Price
04/08/2020
So you're tired of being quarantined
Are at home and off the street
The restaurants have shut their doors
Take out's all there is to eat
Could try to fix some for yourself
With the help of family
Who knows, it could be edible
You'll just have to try and see
Or as a bear in winter,
Could sleep the COVID through
Then wake up somewhat smaller
Maybe down a size or two
No matter what your preference
How and what you feed your face
Don't run in crowds, wash your hands well,
Stay quarantined, and in your place.
PS
Please don't wait for government
To hunker down and isolate.
You are the most responsible
For determining your fate.