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In my childlike innocence I was magically transfixed,
by this spherical glass object stunning in its Jack Frost design,
prismatic snowflakes that mystic magic carousel spellbound,
Christmas reindeer coterie that cast a wide charm bijou wink,
nirvana within luminous tantalising universal infant pneuma,
layer upon layer of compacted fallen snow as aftermath divine,
then weighty rucksack on Santa’s back of glitter tie band bundles, in boot slush transit knee-deep in annual mirth,
December pageant peering deep inside my mental cavern of cartoon fun,
reassuring hug from both parents is the essence of goodwill season ethos lofty,
they beamed with festive warmth so noble when watching me,
touch and glide that silken urchin hand of mine so impish,
on this prized hypnotic treasure captivating in its glow world sheen,
with its gilt-edged gallery of down the ages Noel features bountiful,
it had this red cheek sprightly offspring gazer in a trance,
a token souvenir star dazzle as eternal recall dwelling cosset,
including mesmeric Yuletide batch of swoon and sway serenades and tunes,
chorus boom o’er ice chill swathe from dome mould gift,
enough to goad and prompt that beneficial item I yearned for,
from benign folk Elysian who lavish so much radiant attachment without curb,
especially at foot of tree swaddled present to whet the curious,
till Doomsday nipper awestruck by dream fetish awash with flair,
cute whirl and swirl toy gadget a nebula for me the tiny tot,
whose imagination swept to the furthest North Pole sighting and beyond.
The last few leaves fall off the trees as autumn turns to winter
Standing naked and exposed so vulnerable without their clothes
Enduring months of winter’s cold, they hold a secret I’ve been told
Deep inside their skeletal limbs, their heart and soul beats loud and bold
They need a rest to display their best, as winter turns to spring
And slowly sap is rising as their heart and soul stirs from within
Temperatures rise like the sun in the skies; time for the annual Spring Ball
But don’t arrive early Jack Frost may be waiting, ready to spoil it all
Birdsong tweets the arrival of spring, let the celebrations begin
Dressed in their finest and newest attire, hidden from us deep within
Trees that looked dead have now come to life, resplendent in every way
For spring has now sprung, it is time for some fun, on this beautiful sunny day
Spring has arrived and trees have survived, now dressed in their Sunday best
No longer naked without any clothes resplendent and ‘dressed to impress’
written 14th November 2018
Contest: MAY 2019 PREMIER 1 UPTO A MAX OF 14
Sponsor: Brian Strand
7th place in this Premier Contest
PARANORMAL
Zeny
Yokel
Xeno
Wizard, Woolley headed
Voodoo, Vagabond
Unicorn
Tyrant
Stupid, Surreal
Robot
Quirk
Pygmy, Pixy, Polygamy
Oberon
Narcissus, Narcotic, Nancy, Nightmare
Monster, Mermaid, Micky- Minnie
Logy, Loony, Lunatic
Kiekshaws, Kalki, Kibosh
Jack Frost, Jaunty, Jekyll and Hide
Idiot, Insane
Halloween, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Hell
Ghost, Grumpy, Genome
Fairy, Frankenstein
Eden, El dorando, Electra
Dragon, Drug addict, Dwarf
Cupid, Club footed, Crazy
Belial, Bi sexual,
Abracadabra, Albino, Angel, Anima, Animus
12/27/21
' PARANORMAL
Contest by Robert James Ligouri
Pleasant cool feet of
The autumn breeze caressing
Larks for the last time
For nostrils are already
Itching to sneeze out moisture
Earth in Thimpu now
Looks back and pauses a while
Why good bye so soon
But the unrelenting sun
Moves off inviting Jack Frost
On the window pane
Snowflakes hug evening gross beak
Snow crystals look on
Adorning the bare tree branch
Snow skating park underneath
Lovely small snow balls
Silver gossamer on trees
Snow sleet in the rain
Blizzard of dislike waiting
Fond suns are always fragile
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31/8/2016
Stepping outside the bakery, sparse trees danced in the late autumn breeze.
She set her cupcakes on the bench to don her gloves and snug her scarf tightly around her face and neck.
Jack Frost is certainly in the air this evening, she complained to herself.
Walking briskly to her home, she spotted workers making ready the outdoor skating pond, soon to be bustling with lovers of winter.
She noticed dark skies threatening an icy rain, though it was probably cold enough to snow.
Shivering, she finally scurried up her walkway to her porch, glad she was home to thaw out.
Sitting alone, she entertained a chocolate cupcake and cup of hot cocoa while watching the gloomy weather report on the news.
As the short day turned into a long night, she groaned at the sound of sleet pelting the home’s aluminum siding.
The local news ended, as did the last of her hot cocoa.
She crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her flannel clad body up to her chin.
Rising up in the predawn morning, she made ready for work.
As the wind howled without mercy, she noticed icy crystals had coated the outside of her home’s every window.
Her breath was taken as she stepped out on her porch.
Icy flakes of snow raged horizontally in the blustery wind.
The weather report had been accurate; the blizzard pounded the city landscape.
She trudged the half mile to work at the bakery, longing for spring.
August 26, 2016
Green leaves change color in Autumn,
tinting trees from top to bottom.
And while the kids whoop and holler,
come Autumn, green leaves change color.
As greens disappear, reds abound,
and orange hues litter the ground.
Preparing for Autumn's premiere;
reds abound, as greens disappear.
Crimson and gold atop the trees,
edge leaves, fluttering in the breeze.
Autumn's beauty never grows old:
atop the trees, crimson and gold.
Etched on glass panes: crystals of ice
form feathered swirls, sharp and precise.
For, on cold nights, Jack Frost chisels
crystals of ice, etched on glass panes.
The trees stand bare, stripped of their leaves:
as Autumn winds morph into thieves.
And with limbs exposed everywhere,
stripped of their leaves, the trees stand bare.
CHEERS!
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
Fun of smooth ice-skating on snowy track
Children throwing snow balls in front or back.
Crisps of thin snowflakes flying out of grip
Knife of ice hits heart of winter too deep.
Dazzling Dahlia nodding abloom face.
Snowdrops though shy, gorgeous no less.
Severe chilled morning greets with fog and mist.
Woolen sweater, pullover, all in list.
Couple comes close in single comforter,
Embracing tight, pressed lips, not to chatter.
Winter enters in frolic festive mood
New Year to enjoy with sumptuous food.
Have fun, make merry, dance delight: Cheers.
Beat drum, sing in chorus, laugh loud, no tears.
01/08/19
Edited on 04/04/20
Third Place
'STRAND CHOICE Z' Contest by Brian Strand
Nobody likes to be on that side
to be losing nor even be lost
but so many feel that's their case
particularly at the time of Jack Frost
Devastation comes down so hard
with that feeling of lost and losing
makes you wonder how it came about
just maybe down to the choosing
Life is all about right decisions
so important to know what it's about
be wise, patient, and true
this pathway's right without a doubt
Beware of falling into a downward cycle
for these, it just doesn't seem to stop
many have fallen into that awful pit
stay strong be sure you're no flop
Make your motto a positive one
that's about winning and being found
show yourself highly approved
be placed far above on higher ground
Winter crept in secretly with a smile upon her face
Dressing my garden silently with a veil of gossamer lace
A snowflake falls onto my hand; I admire its exquisite form
Its beauty is momentary as it melts on my skin so warm
Small children have such fun as they frolic in the snow
I see them playing happily, their cheeks have a rosy glow
There are imprints of snow angels that the children love to make
Children run inside for hot drinks and warm cookies that I bake
Snowmen are built so skilfully - they seem to touch the sky
Sadly they melt when the thaw arrives, small children often cry
Trees shiver in the bitter winds; Jack Frost points his icy fingers
Icicles sparkle on the trees, Jack’s chilly artwork lingers
Snowdrops raise their sleepy heads and peer out from the snow
Spring will soon be on her way and daffodils will be on show
Couplet Time Contest Sponsored by Rick Parise
08~23~16
Soulmate oak trees with curly branches
grew next to each other, in the Kentucky meadow.
Communicating through squirrel squeaks
Bird beeps, and the whistle of the wind
through their well-formed branches.
They uplifted each other
enjoying their golden moments
as well as their unique love story.
The optimistic meadow rejoiced with them
in the fall spinning around them in ambers and oranges
announcing the forthcoming coolness of winter
when Jack Frost would surround them in sparkly, shiny diamond whites.
A romantical, yearning, young cattail revered the soulmate oaks
I wish I had a love like those two, she said with a long drawn out sigh.
The equally romantic cattail to her left gave her a gentle kiss.
You do now, he assured her, you do now.