Long Sleeting Poems
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Snowing …
Soft and Beautiful almost Bitter-Cold Thing
A man watched her… from across the bar
Said: “I had to come over… to where you are
… sitting there drinking… Kaluah and Cream
… looking like – someone’s un-awakened dream
Decided to catch her … ‘fore she got away
Then he asked her … what she had to say…
Now, she’s listened, but wasn’t too impressed
She just grouped him … with all the rest …
… and said: “I’m Snowing …
I’m Fragile… when I’m Falling …
My heart is frozen … kept on thaw-alert
I won’t let it melt … I don’t want to hurt
Don’t get too close, or you may get chilled
Don’t mean to be rude … that’s just how I feel…
like Snowing …
Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing “
Now, I’ve heard the fairy tale of a young boy and girl
Who got caught up … in an icy-world
But, I’m more saddened, by what I just seen …
What could have changed that woman into The Snow Queen?
She’s Snowing …
Such a Soft beauty, but Bitter-Cold thing
She’s Snowing … Snowing … Snowing
Now, the man, politely touched her arm …
Got her to dance … held her close and warm …
The Heat of His Heart-beat, tho’ Strong … was only fleeting
He looked down into her eyes … they were sleeting …
She was Snowing …
Soft and beautiful, but Bitter-Cold thing
She was Snowing … Snowing … Snowing
Maybe, he’ll see her again, this time, next year
… but … if you make her melt … She will disappear …
‘Cause She’s Snowing
Such a Soft and beautiful, Bitter-Cold thing
That girl is Snowing … Snowing … Snowing
Summer is over and the farmer now rests from his toil,
Having labored hard to wrest his crops from the fruitful soil.
Fall has arrived and all the crops have been gathered in.
The corn, wheat and soy beans lie dormant in the granary bin.
It was a good year - his farm was favored with abundant rain.
Thankfully, there was no wind or hail, an anxious farmers' bane!
Pecks of onions, pertaters and carrots are preserved in the cellar,
Along with bushels of resplendent apples - golden, red and yeller!
The hogs are ready for market but he'll keep a pair for meat,
And he'll butcher a steer or so to ensure there's enough to eat.
His wife jammed mason jars full of beets, termaters and peas,
And there are a few honeycombs filched from the gullible bees!
He and the boys used crosscut saws to hew cords of wood for heating,
To warm their Victorian home from the winter's snows and sleeting.
There are jugs of cider to sip and ears of popping corn to pop,
As the family enjoys a roaring fire to reminisce with lore to swap!
The humble farmer was so grateful that on his knees he knelt,
To offer his gratitude to the Lord, a simple prayer most heartfelt.
A benevolent harvest moon smiled on the pastoral scene below,
Seemingly to bless the peaceful panorama with its mellow glow!
these seemingly mindless thoughts that spatter upon my brain
as endless as the drops from a midsummers rain
not knowing when they started that leads to an unforseable end
like the flashes of a lightning storm, my sense of safety they will rend
my comfort of knowlegde gone, only bitter questions left instead
to forever threaten my sanity, thunderous echoes in my head
the options i retain, steeped in a foggy mist
certain that i remain, atop the reapers list
the footprints in the sand, washed away by stormy seas
turned away at Heavens gate, for i lack the golden key
unaware of hungry wolves, through the blinding snow of hate
as they track the scent of blood, from my wounded mental state
chilled to my very bones, by sheets of sleeting greed
giving all i have for warmth, taking much more than they need
a hailstorm of sharpened insults, spat out to see me shamed
by those envious of my virtues, that still remain untamed
there's a burning in my soul, an inner heatwave of my guilt
unable to find the shade, amongst these walls that i have built
vengeance sought by those, who's pleads were never heard
like the destruction of a tornado, after the silence of the bird
my heart ripped apart by sins, like the winds of hurricanes
boarded up and closed, forever full of pain...
It’s sleeting in Nectar; there's no pollen to sneeze.
The bees have skipped south for a tropical breeze.
Dear honey, I’m frozen; I ache in the knees.
It’s sleeting in Nectar; send warm weather please.
The ice is still falling, and the roads are all closed;
Attempts to head seaside are probably hosed.
There’s no running water; the pump head just froze.
The weatherman’s saying, “Folks, here comes the snow.”
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, sweeter than a kiss.
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, something is amiss.
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, what's with this sleet and snow?
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, I think it's time to go.
Being cooped with the kids is a parent’s worst plight;
The new has worn off and they’re picking a fight.
I’d send ‘em back out, but for signs of frostbite.
It’s sleeting in Nectar, and all is not right.
There’s ice on the lines, and the phones are all dead.
The store shelves are barren; there’s no milk or bread.
The mercury’s falling, or so says my head.
It’s sleeting in Nectar; I'm going to bed.
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, sweeter than a kiss.
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, something is amiss.
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, what's with this sleet and snow?
O Nectar, sweet Nectar, I think it's time to go.
(in your best Jimmy Buffet voice)
Turn back the sheets to be under
Mind not storm and mind not thunder
Sleep -O, sleep to be the wonder
See not the ghost eye stark!
Shut out ghostly faces hailing
Till the morning and the wailing
And the ghostly voices failing
Fear not the dark!
Move into days not to number
Move into a gentle somber
Move into the mist and slumber
Fear not the evil bark.
Hear not ghostly voices calling
Hear not of your sprit falling
Hear not of your scream appalling
Fear not the dark!
See not ghostly mist go yearning
See not ghostly spirits turning
See not ghostly light hell burning
Fear not the ghost eye stark!
Touch the wind cold and sleeting
Touch the cold heart stop beating
Touch the light glowing fleeting
Fear not the dark!
I give to you not a warning
I give to you gifts of morning
I give to you no bell horning
Fear not the evil bark.
Sleep in peace evil out-driven
Sleep in peace fear un-shriven
Sleep in peace so be forgiven
Fear not the dark!
Sleep not craven or unseemly
With no night light gleaming dimly
See no ghost-face watching grimly
Fear not the ghost eye stark!
Faith of heart, must not be taken
Or from shadows of night shaken
Never will you be forsaken
Fear not the dark!
Upon the hush of winter snow
That glistens while the moon hangs low
A wind stirs up a blanket white
It quakes and rattles through the night
On chariots, with mighty steeds
It comes to scatter driven seeds
Decaying leaves and branches shed
With surge as storm moves overhead
It shivers cold upon the hill
To chill my heart much colder still
A tempest howl or'e chimney tops
The whipping sounds, forgiving not
Each gust comes strong with howling fierce
Through window sash, on knives that pierce
Knashes teeth, with biting cold
Shaking shingles, grabbing hold
All hover near a fire's hearth
While sleeting wrath, with fury's heart
To wait till winter's breath is spent
Tomorrow's rise, the final vent
Angry screams and threatening shouts
Peaceful dreams are tossed about
With dawning skies, a breathing sigh
Soft gentle breezes say goodbye
At last the wind has played with us
The game it won, with eager lust
There's nothing but a murmer now
Like spoiled child, it takes a bow
When winter calms, the anger ends
And brings along a peaceful bend
A tranquil peace will soon abide
~~As winter's rage is satisfied
I see the rainbow, as the storm breaks
I see many people running toward heaven's gate
I wonder why as they stares
Often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching out
I don't want to care, but they just keep shouting... that...
Lullabies and goodnights
sleeting dreams of angels plights
As I wonder off into the night
Tenderly awaiting the arms of Jesus Christ
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
For He is my master, Jesus. . .
tall, Tall, trees scaled mountain with icy leaves
Leave me to believe that every living thing that breathes
Must receive, must believe
often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching over there
I won't want to reiterate as I approach the golden gates
into the arms of compassion
Not a place nor satisfaction but a stayed reaction
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
11/19/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
" Without The Warmth of Your Love Within ... "
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Sleeting - Shadows, So Cold
I Will Surely - Slowly, Freeze To Death ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Snow-Bound - Sorrows of My Soul
I Will Meet With My Last Vapor-Misted-Breath ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Icy - Arrows, My Heart Holds
Is Frostbitten So Deep Within My Breast ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Hailstones - Tomorrows Told
The Sun Not To Rise That Yesterday, Then Left ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within A Black-Widow's Web, So Old
I Was Caught Within An Avalanche That Crept ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within A Narrow-Noose - I Know ...
My Bright Hopes All Hung Like Icicles Bereft ...
For Within - I Have Wept, Like Winter's Willows
There, Without The Warmth of Your Love-Coals
& Passion of Your Wildfire's Glowing Depths ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/11/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Thunderstorm
a midnight lightning
My monsoon, I could not awaken
thunder, I could not forsaken
Thundery tintinnabulation tinkling
A sudden, sonic boom
The thundery thunderhead thundering
And the thunderstorms never stewing
I was thundering
Meteoroid's that is wandering
a cloudburst and yes it hums
And that moment my soul grew noisy
Suddenly, I heard some sleeting
there be more purely fleeting?
Rain deafening washout
Thunder
I have dreamed of the torrents
I saw the rains
Only this and a aftershock
I saw the thunderbolts
Suddenly, I heard hollering
But in the fact that it was growling
the laughing, lumbering lightening
And the winds never whistling
Of the light's that is brightening
What there be more pure lightning?
I heard a windward, scintillating pounding
the howling beating
A rumble torn
Thunderstorm
8/20/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Autumn has a big brother
His name is winter
A crisp cold wind is blowing and whistling
Ice, sleeting, cold rain, and snow…oh yeah its freezing
Days are shorter and nights are longer
The bright colored autumn leaves have disappeared
Jack Frost is here to bring havoc and fear
He’s never unforgiven or apologetic
Gloves, hats, scarfs, and boots….its winter yeah we get it
Green grass turns to cold white
I need my thermals and blankets for those frigid nights
Coughing, sneezing, nose blowing, and chapped lips
The cause and effect when temperatures dip
Snow falls to the unseen ground
Landing very gently there isn’t any sound
Everyone hears the carolers singing “Silent Night”
Who doesn’t love hot coco nights, and the snowball fights
This brings back the memories of the holidays and all the things I did
That’s why I love winter when I was a kid