Long Snow blind Poems

I don't know about you
but the seeming me abused and cursed
had all my birth fingers burnt off
at the first knuckle before the first lullaby
from too many here hold my beer
blithely eager watch this rolls of...

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Climber
         by Odin Roark

Reality readied its chance
 
Ascent of an alpine face
Traversing ice and cold
Challenging steel axe and rope 
Such was the pulsating vibration 
Facing another dawn

That...

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Mama's Golden Pond Cried


Mama loved to chew 
off the Golden Pond
bone
chew the fat
of their autumn leaves, 
dressed in splendor,
a scenic lake and cabin,
her pseudo stage,
of her new found barbies,
smiling at her
smile they did
so minted the...

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Twas the night before Christmas before I got home,
it took a train, bus, and taxi in falling snow;
and how that bus on the road did sway and roam,
while the wild snow and wind did...

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MOONLIGHT AND WHITE
 
WRITTEN BY JEFF R HILTON
 
2019
 
MOONLIGHT AND WHITE
FAR AND WIDE
ITS FREEZING OUTSIDE
STOKE THE FIRE, HUNKER DOWN
DARK EYES DREAM
OF SWEETEST SUN FARAWAY
SAND INSTEAD OF SNOW 
WHERE WARM BREEZES BLOW
I COULD SOON FORGET
THESE...

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By the grave I saw blacken snow flakes
Lightning flashed as I witness
Drawn down from blacken purple skies
Burst of brilliants, winter blast snow blind
Upon a midnight electrics static,
you came gently clanging
Deep into that darkness changing, snow...

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A  Simple Pleasure

A simple pleasure in simple lines

Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English...

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Twas the day after Christmas
Throughout the North Pole, 
Not a creature was working
Not one Ho! Ho! Ho!
The elves were at home
They had the day off
Santa was gone
To Hawaii, to play golf
A little R and R
With...

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I’m broke ‘n’ don’t think I like it too much.
Last night’s cab ride.  No one turns the wheel now.
I stare through cathedrals whose glass I can’t touch.
I want to go home but I can’t...

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Fall is turning the ground golden and rustic but winter will blow in the covering of white
snow.





I watched the horizon the artic line,
trying to define the mood of season.
Snow-blown relics on artic expeditions,
frost-bitten, snow blind...

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Casting stones into rivers, 
broken deep in the core.

The tide of something coming.
Rusted in hue lost in the soul.

The tv burns in its silent snow
as it drifts in quite lands 
of vacant eyes lost!

In the...

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Against the roll of Winter's drum, 
muffled tempo beat slow, 
curls of coal dust, billow, 
drift, nothing to hear, less to know. 

Magnesium flared streams, in 
silent flash on petrified cloud; 
crunching footfalls, cornflake steps...

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I’m not sure if it’s the shortened days
That douse the fire with malaise
Doubts that color vain displays
Red cheeks that the cold wind flays.

And yet I strive to soldier on
Battle with each breaking dawn
Stagger like a...

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