Long Icy Poems
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Underneath the thick and icy snow is
buried the dormant wild grass that lost
its glitter: it's spring's emerald blanket
that covered the barren soil of meadows!
Even the blinding light of our main Star
doesn't shine too brightly over anything,
even afternoons are short and uninspiring;
this poet puts down his pen with mind ajar!
Christmas has been without any gleeful carols,
every street glistens with ice and somberness;
the only happy persons are the frantic skaters,
we watch them behind this window shut to joys!
The Holidays are marred by grins of melancholy,
fun is reserved for the very young, we had ours;
and while squirrels and birds don't frequent trees
to stir the essence of harmony, we observe all sadly!
Winter is a brutal omen who strips trees of their leaves
and meadows of fragrant flowers to anger romantic hearts
who dream of lovely afternoons that turn into pretty sunsets:
we were those lovers hugging and exchanging fervent kisses!
Underneath the thick and icy snow can easily be found
a blazing hope that can melt it quickly and awaken spring
from the lethargy of four long months without any song:
breathe on the frozen ground and your wish will unfold!
Frigid weather with gritty graupels welcome winter.
Rivulets of raucous rain freeze without cease or halt.
Overly willful waterfalls splatter and splinter.
Zealous spirits scatter shards with turbulent thrust fault
Emerging brush tips turn tourmaline in the hinter.
Neither dream nor prayer can cease the arctic assault.
Soon all within sight is frozen as solid as steel.
Only constant currents course beneath the sea’s surface.
Life lies limpid and sleeps till spring thaw offers repeal.
Inhospitable season’s side effects soon lose face.
Days of sizzling sunshine offer auspicious appeal.
I wade into the icy waters
And weave my way amongst the reeds
And watch the ducks as they scuttle
From ripple to ripple diving playfully.
I feel so young despite my age
When in the stream I unclad my feet.
Rough soles, thick though sore
Move carefully over shingles bare.
It is as if the water cleanses
My heavy soul from all its sins
From so many transgressions
From so many injustices.
But it is always thus with life it seems
That we remember only the ugly past;
We soon forget our good and blessings
Instead we suffer greed for a better life.
So let us raise our expectations,
Commit ourselves to our resolutions.
Go on our journey through its destination
And waste not our lives in angry simulations.
For if like ducks we dive into the stream
And search for tidbits, juicy and sweet,
We'll find so many treasures that
We should forever hold so dear.
laying on an icy lake
praying that it stays cloudy and cold
a smile on my face speaks volumes
i think of all i am ThankFull for and Rejoice
though there are spurts of melancholy, the beauty overshadows victoriously
life is never perfect despite individual feelings
regret is somewhere hidden in cornered closets of every mind
at the tail end of the present, i reflect warmly on the fact that i am not alone
i am motivated to push forward
my gravitational pull is fervently flavorful
so WonderFull i feel,
i completely forget that i am laying on an icy lake
a pep in my step expresses caravans
i think of the little things that in everyday life i fully ignore
the whole of my body spins till fully Full Circle
as a result of unbeknownst Self Realization, I become that much more Well Rounded
"When did you last see something like this"?, I asked. He replied, " I have never seen anything like this", was his reply. He's been here all of his near 70 years.
Ice on the ground, the houses, the trees, the
electric lines. Trees broke and fell on electric lines and the weight of the ice broke also downed many other lines.
We were without electricity for more than 8 days, surviving from the use of our gas stove and a borrowed portable generator. We like
Many others survived by the grace of God who poured forth his merciful grace and the sun
released the warmth of it's rays.
The caring spirit of other people was remarkable. Several days of water outtage worsened the problems, and the temperatures
were below freezing for several days.
Through it all, the Grace of God proved far superior than the icy storm. We were paused
But enriched by his loving power; pained by
New depths of trial but given a measure of poise; pushed to new levels of discomfort
But graced with higher levels of gratitude.
In a two-door
gold-colored 1973
Ford Maverick with
a black vinyl top,
49 Christmases ago,
In the winter of 1973,
from Chicago, we headed south.
My wife's brother was getting married
on Christmas day, and I was a member of
the wedding party. We were a bit fearless
and young. It was very cold, and we were very
bold. But we really should have known better.
Less than a hundred miles out, the wet and the
cold turned to ice, and the road became slippery.
As I attempted to weather the Icy Road, my stubbornness
quickly manifested itself, but not for long. The weather won.
Young and bold, but we were not foolish and ignorant.
We canceled our plans and spent Christmas with older
friends in the area. It was a different but safe Christmas.
Many Christmases ago, we learned to respect the weather.
My wife and I were gifted One Icy Christmas with a precious
memory, which now hangs on the tree of our hearts.
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The red umbrella was the sign
An icy treat would soon be mine
A memory when I was young
When snow cone magic cooled my tongue
A block of ice perched on a cart
A masterpiece, a work of art
The line was long but soon I’d be
Filled with joy and summer glee
I watched the vendor scrape the ice
Fixed upon the strange device
Particles that sprayed about
Cooled my face from summer’s drought
Then he shaped the precious chips
I dreamed of how they’d cool my lips
Now the time to choose at last
My flavor choice the man would ask
Coconut would always win
And so he’d start to pour and spin
A bottle rich with sweet delight
Oh how I loved that icy sight
Done and paid now it was time
True happiness for just a dime
Then racing fast against the sun
As coco ice would melt and run
Icy caress against her skin
love is frozen with your stare
where has love gone, is it lost?
her heart is breaking don't you care?
avalanche in her heart
cold, stiff, frozen
happiness ushered out the door
it is tearing her apart.
do something fast,
tease her with desire
make her feel alive,
treat her like a mistress with cunning craft.
snow storm in her mind
biting, chilly, ice
losing you, leaving you behind.
take her to bed, legs entwined,
make love, like crazy-youths
fill her with your rhythmic thrust
with a pleasing grind, your love rewind.
your ego drop, find your game
show her love,
actions not words
show you care, her turbulence tame
a note, a seductive little gesture
a romantic dinner, a sex escape
roses, a ring, a dress
shower her with love and pleasure
avalanche in her heart
cold
Stiff
frozen
tearing her apart
raging, dancing flames, robust
filling, bursting, delirious
evoking, stirring, old desire
dating, taming, quenching lust
sun in her heart
warm
radiant
bright
make a brand new start
3am
i am up and out
a few days after an ice storm
a few days after my Mother's car was repossessed
walking the three hours to work
near the woods
i hear the rustling
i am being watched
a dead deer startles me
light
darkness
darkness
light
crickets
stranger sounds
i regret every thought before the important ones
now my legs are heavy
i am now wishing that i called a taxi
my money is limited, and i think of caroline
i think about my broken heart
i think about a brand new start
i am sweating frigidity beams
that breeze at my back stings
i thought i was too good for this happening
i thought i was way above this type of struggle
now i am the one not laughing
my bills have been on time ever since
a little after 6am
i am dragging my behind
i find the strength deep within myself to prepare mentally
i got eight long and physical hours to do
i lock up my pain like a strategic version of constipation
nobody knows the internal clown crying tears of woe
thoughts of loss
thoughts of debt
thoughts of my useless need to feel
thoughts of the mistakes and the bad resulting decisions
thoughts of a genius type of time machine
i sweat
i work
i make somebody else rich
i clock out
i think about the walk to work
i decide....without hesitation....to call a taxi
i Learn....
i Grow....
What mirage reflects on the icy mirror!
O, *****Sapiens! What appears everyday
On the lying truth of this reflecting error
That riles the phony nutshell of intellect
Haunting with vague foggy mysterious ray
Over as if on intuitive microscopic insect.
Mirage it is indeed that conceals reality
And heaps lie to build an illusory city.
Mirror reflects but visible outer frailty
But further frailties veil on the other side
So that slight goodness appears mighty.
What mirage reflects on the icy mirror!
Like a lost sailor who turns ideal guide
By creating a shifty wreath of terror.
Mirage it is indeed that hinders sanity
And heaps lie to build an illusory city.