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The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffeted by green field sentimentality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.
Exciting the throng, leather football winds.
Gruff padded players gift us vitality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
To feel so alive in sweaters, not thinned,
bouncing along in haywagon of normality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.
Pumpkin and apple pies, corn, all else tinned.
Harvest festivals of cordiality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
A scarecrow field stays put in our minds
filled with Halloween unreality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
6/21/2020
Month of the year I like most Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
"The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence" - Dean Koontz.
Still as the winter’s night, mourning
When will we heed His soft warning?
Snow dreams, believes, sometimes a sign,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Gentle flakes, silently falling,
At times, winter’s breath comes calling,
Warming hearts and souls, so divine,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Whispering to the spirit, winds
Risking moments as night rescinds
Wind rebels, and stutters a whine,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Snow blesses those who love winter,
Wonder afore life’s midwinter,
Song of love, falling on the pine,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Surging storm swarms in the shattered sky
Traces the tormenting terror in the frantic air
The whispering wind of joy knows not why
It should face the ruthless turbulence of despair.
Afflicting anger flares up in the spiteful mind
Smolders the sullen life to form extant ember
The anguished ashes fly away, failing to find
solace of hope, the heart doesn’t remember.
Harrowing haze clutches the hidden horizon
Spreads the shroud of gloom in the atmosphere
Cotton clouds drift away from veiled sun’s apron
Hoping from the darkness a bright day will appear.
Seething sorrow simmers in the marooned mind
Permeates pain in heart plunged deep in misery
Divine touch illumines the soul, agony rescinds
Sedate hope weaves bliss in blessed life’s tapestry.
Leaves were green dresses in Spring; now wrinkled with age
Yellowed as an old love poem written on a parchment page
Stripped from tree limbs by Autumn's vibrant flowing winds
Chilled air is part of seasonal changes that Nature rescinds
It's sweater weather for long walks on the cool days of Fall
Southbound birds fly overhead. I hear their migratory call
Into the woods I wandered; dampened by a sprinkle of rain
Remnants of fallen leaves line the paths on shores of Maine
It's time to build a camp fire, as light of day begins to fade
I trek back across a small stream, shallow enough to wade
with treasures of an owl's feather, and a scarlet maple leaf
The last ray of sun casts a golden glow on the woods' motif
September 11, 2020
Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Winter Wind The Boy from Colorado
By David J Walker
Cold
Dry
Grey
The winter winds
Select the day
To rush the trees
And brush the field
Where cotton corn and wheat
Would yield
It’s fruit before the
Harvest moon
Then fades in
Autumns afternoon
Such comes
Of Winter Winds
On Open Plains
Grey and cold
With nothing to hold
The Northern blast of
Harsh refrains
Forcing all to seek
Even the most humble walls
And hide inside
From relentless winds
Until the Spring
Its spell rescinds
I’ve yet to see
An artist play
With colors from
That winters day
But I was the boy
From Colorado
Who knew winters smile
And the kiss of snow
And the hearth
With amber afterglow
Gentle heavy flakes
That grow
On limbs of spruce
And Fur
And Pinion Pines
And bow to earth
In graceful lines
With layers deep
In heavens dust
White
Pure
Silent
Snow boots
Tramp the snowy trail
Where hearty
Boys and girls prevail
With sleds on hills
And snow forts white
Attacks the foe
In Snowball fights
The laughter rings
Within our ears
And echo’s in
Our later years
And visions of
White-capped
Mountains creep
Into our dreams
In aging sleep
Snowmen and
Snow Angels
Welcome home
Our memories
That glow in smiles
And take away
Our daily trials
As sentinels they stand
As guards
On playgrounds
Parks
And Snowy yards
The early dusk
On winters day
Invites us in
And bids us stay
By the glow of
Flames
The scent of pine
The warmth of home
In early times
Now the wind
Grows colder
On the Plains
As each winter
Enters
Once again
With memories
That still remain
Of the
Boy from
Colorado
When time echoes the promise of a rambling soul, one who knows that the past never can be left, because it is there that solace leaves its caress, its breath ever rising in the presence of sorrow’s tangled web ~ quote by poet
She waits in silence, for the gentle winds,
Soft revelations of what might have been,
She remembers with feelings she rescinds.
She reflects on lost nights that did begin,
Soundless and still, like the sea of belief,
Soft revelations of what might have been,
Sometimes it feels she’s been left in her grief,
Sure to learn of what comes from night’s lonely,
Soundless and still, like the sea of belief,
Should she call friends or her one and only?
Soon, she recalls her beloved has passed,
Sure to learn of what comes from night’s lonely.
Swiftly, time reveals rambling that will last,
Sharing memoirs, she drifts from room to room,
Soon, she recalls her beloved has passed,
Sensitive, like dreams, her heart is all gloom,
She waits in silence, for the gentle winds,
Sharing memoirs, she drifts from room to room,
She remembers with feelings she rescinds.
Midday light unfolds a shawl
How strange that it can numb the cold
Sun skirts the brow of peak and mound
where white on white can blind the eye
and seize the moment for awhile
Sweat trickles from his forehead,
He pauses now, to take a breath
He'll hesitate to scar the snow
this sterile and pure from earth to sky
like fresh washed sheets hung out to dry
The dunes above are striped with trails,
like distant rails, of twin-lines drawn
He'll take a rest, then a last shalom,
until, at last, he'll head for home
He frowns against the brilliant glare
reminded of a Hitchcock tale
He's spellbound in the frigid air.
A morning haze rescinds to blue
The world he knew of silent clues
will not respect his fortitude
He knows not of its will to take
or stake its claim without remorse
He pushes off at lightning speed
A deep crevice, the deed is done
The bliss is gone, the thief has won
And what is lost, can't be recalled
When last, he's found, ..a bird ascends
to sweep the sky, to lift him high
High into clouds, and through the sky
to where tall mountains must be climbed
It's white on white, where sheets are sterile,
a life unfurled against the light
The light is strong, it blinds the eye
The bone, the spine , the pain, the plight
He'll live somehow. A chair, he's bound
from now until the light is gone....
White on white…the nights live on,
……and life is changed from this day on
______________________________________
Based on a true event
4/9/17
For Charlotte's contest: Open Poetry Contest 2
Soaring storm seethes in the shattered sky
Traces the tormenting terror in the calm air
The whispering wind of joy knows not why
It should face ruthless turbulence of despair.
Afflicting anger flares up in the spiteful mind
Smolders the sullen life to form extant ember
The anguished ashes fly away, failing to find
solace of hope the heart doesn’t remember.
Harrowing haze clutches the hidden horizon
Spreads the shroud of gloom in atmosphere
Cotton clouds drift away from the veiled sun
Hoping from darkness a bright day will appear.
Seething sorrow simmers in the marooned mind
Permeates pain in heart plunged deep in misery
Divine touch illumines the soul, agony rescinds
Sedate hope spins bliss in blessed life tapestry.
_______________
February 4, 2022
Contest : Hope
Sponsored by : Mohan Chutani
Fortunate failure of fallacy and regret
Contortionist cartoonist illustrating what id like to forget
Proportions of misfortune that I have to measure then reject
Insubordinate illusions of what the deluded ones project
Brandishing bravery as a tool to confront apathy
Vanishing complacency as a fool faces his own pathology
Diminishing returns on an outstretched Hand for mediocracy
Banishing a word in fear of it infiltrating the autocracy
Wealth of a pleasurable sonnet in the afternoon light
Stealth drones hiding under the bonnet of a bomb struck down in mid-flight
Health gnomes on it to prove they won it as they instigate a fight
Shelf philosophy stacked upon it all as we look up to the blazing night
Illumination of discourse as paramount as breathing
Rumination of recourse as they segregate you for dreaming
Communication without force as non violent resistance is beaming
Aspiration for the dark horse underdog winning as its screaming
Collective remiss furrowed brows and a cocophony of injustice throughout the land
Reflective consensus, wearing dentures as the elderly reach out their hands
Introspective observations and elevations of the grand
Non-objective instigations of the weak struggling to take a stand
Voracious curiosity at the passing of a young life too soon
Loquacious luminosity at the exclamations of a full calendar moon
Tenacious furiosity of lamentations upon true doom
Mendacious propaganda that is formed from a silver spoon
A capitalist nightmare in the dark alley of dismay
A conversationalist who doesn’t care out on socialising display
The transformationalist transforming during a military parade
The educationalist performing another game of indiscernible charades
Wonder forming at the dawning of another blistering sunset
Yonder warning as this conforming crowd is whispering political unrest
Ponder the morning as the yawning wind rescinds over the subset
Sunder tawny climate warning as we disregard the youngest
Platonic solids form the basis of physical uniformity of nature
Masonic torrid storm the moment as adolescents think they are mature
Ironic Euclid geometrically far from stupid as we look for another cure
As the rarest of the chosen ones become fewer and fewer
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Oh vast universe, that awakes our dreams,
We gaze at your splendour from earthly sphere,
A blue, green gem, a wide expanse, it seems,
Yet in the quiet night, we know you're near.
Oh cosmos bright, with galaxies aflame,
In silence, you bear each wandering star,
You weave the threads of fate, each one the same,
Linking hearts and hopes, regardless how far.
The Milky Way, a ribbon stitched in time,
Expanding dreams that echo through the night,
In your vast hold, we find sweet rhythm and rhyme,
A dance of glows that fill the soul with light.
Beneath your gaze, our stories intertwine,
As comets streak and vanish like a sigh,
In every heartbeat, love and smiles align,
A journey shared beneath this endless sky.
O starry canvas where the ages blend,
Your painted skies hold memories of old,
To each twinkling light, a message we send,
An ode from Earth to realms that shine like gold.
We extend greetings through the solar winds,
With echoes of our prayers, dreams, and tears,
For in your heart, the universe rescinds
The distance that divides, the source of fears.
Together we reside, though miles apart,
Connected by the cosmos, vast and free,
With every gaze aloft, we give our heart,
To you, the boundless, our celestial sea.
In hopes that one day, as the stardust swirls,
Mankind may reach beyond our little sphere,
To find in you the stories of our worlds,
Greetings from Earth, sweet cosmos, ever near.