Long Snowball Poems
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Nature, I am on to you !
I know that a snowflake is your fingerprint,
in like a shed of skin.
Getting rid of the evidence of you
touching the back of my neck with your cold hand
in a playful seasoning, your crush on me.
This can be the only reasoning.
Is this your idea of a bored game?
Snowball fight?
Tag?
Hide and Seek?
Romance?
You give me the chills the way
your atmosphere seeps into me.
Do you just want to give me the creeps,
goosebumps?
Is that why you loose all your leaves?
I can't believe I am flirting with nature!
But you have always been with me, haven't you,
setting the scene, to hold me,
mold me into just the right mood!
Is my mind in a cold snap?
But isn't it true, that I get the chills, fever from you,
and you make me sweat,
you romance me with your rains.
Your kiss of winds tickles my face.
I know now that the storm is to get my attention,
reeling me into your reins..
Was it your plan to have my partner see this
communication and leave me?
Her claim of my "insanity."
I say it is her "jealousy."
She can never claim our romance to be "unnatural."
I shall never take you for granted, again.
I realize that if madness takes me
or I am caused to roam the streets,
you will never leave me.
You will surround me while I sleep.
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I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness,
I entered into the haunted tower of time,
like a sonata full of hope born
and dreams of kisses by the river.
A hug that conquers the bastion of inadequacy
and destroys the silk defense lies.
A book emerged from under a stone,
was read in the bed,
and melted into the mist of some new sighs.
At the bottom of the well, I saw eyes
what are like a spilled handful of pearls.
*
From the bud of the name of the great
a golden-haired princess comes out and hugs me;
while racing across dry, creaking snow
from the Paris streets
and the blue book pages
smiling boy with a snowball
hits a chandelier full of candles
and pieces of light in all directions fly
like a wasted youth.
*
I wander around the world in search for a soul
in the dark and blind with despair.
Snow is everywhere
and downhill takes me down
to the frozen lake.
I can see my hands trapped
on the other side of the thin
ice cover.
I'm frozen like a stone pillar,
while only my live eyes cry.
From my tears
the seagull makes hope necklaces
to guard against all evil
names pronounced.
*
I drink wine from the birch tree,
putting presents on the lower branches
of silver and amethyst.
Cloak of the Great Sorrow
which covers my back and shoulders
I came to leave it
there, in the corner of the garden
where are the thick willows planted.
*
Under the giant Tree in a blizzard
I found a beautiful corner for meditation;
I untied the ponytail
cut off from me long ago by the demon,
sprinkled myself with snow,
and with the icy grains of remaining joy.
My hands are at the end, bare and empty.
*
With the inner eye, I hear the chorus of trees,
where the ancestral oak commands the willow
to pass through my nostrils
and create the Tree of life
with better woven
by watering sapling
with the red juice of my body.
Ready, I surrender
and I go into the ice bluish-whiteness
hugging me silently.
Finally, my peace comes
in the company of people
that were once like us
and we will all become like them
just like me now.
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This solemn creature nestles its head back on the smooth-sided rock, inside this hollowed house of irregular shapes and sides.
The cloud-covered moon rises slowly, calming the surrounding landscape and lulling it into a dreary daze.
The trampled grass stands still, creating a zigzag silhouette along the horizon. The wind blows like a conversation, whispering in a lost language of nature with its intermittent gusts.
A broken branch disrupts the peace, echoing like footsteps in a sleepy early-morning street, while a crackling fire spits and hisses, evoking a jaded theory, a fear of history repeating and perpetually renewing this feeling—no bottom, no ceiling.
The damp residue collects on the sides of this shadowed mountain hollow, falling patiently like an ever-growing snowball of defeat.
The morning sun warms the cold, damp hollow where the creature lies, welcoming the day with joy and hope. The fear of darkness and the unknown that kept it hidden has given way to a self-proclaimed protest against its petrified state of mind.
I was born in a snow storm,
and for that very reason I seem to love winter
with all the lovely filigree snowflakes falling
from the sky.
Outside my window,
is a pure white winter snow blanket.
Some would like to just stay warm inside,
not me- I want to walk in the snow.
A quick breakfast and I dress for winter
with a hat, scarf, mittens, and down-filled coat
oh, and my warmest socks and high boots,
see, I am Canadian and I know all about winter.
My cat wants to follow me out the door,
but I tell her NO, you will get frostbitten!
Oh, the air is crisp and it is bitter cold
and the trees are frozen soldiers
standing silent guard.
A snowflake kisses me.
Already a snowplow has cleaned the street,
and people are shoveling their driveways.
Across the street,
some kids are making a snowman
oh, this brings me back to winter memories
when it was I and my friends playing in the snow.
Turn, turn back the clock to those winter days,
of yesterday skating, sledding, snowball fights
and making snow angels and later hot chocolate
with gingerbread cookies,
and we all had rosy cheeks.
But even nowadays, there is plenty to do,
my city has many outdoor festivals all winter long
and horse carriage rides through downtown!
There is a huge Christmas tree lighting event
and we boost of the longest skating rink
in the whole world.
Where you can get beaver tails to eat (not real)
but a delicious pastry and maple syrup sticks.
Oh, have you ever gone horse back riding in snow!
I love the Christmas craft fairs,
and the chilly walks around my neighborhood
looking at the flickering house lights and decorations,
there is a peace like no other
when your feet are creaking in the snow
on a winter night.
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November 17, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'My Winter'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9620-11-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 'My Winter'
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Third Place
Long to touch the rows u p o n rows of coneflowers,
but the bees, they b u z z, and the butterflies own.
Favorite intrepid host, the red-winged blackbird, towers
over the purpleness of his downturned petal throne.
Eyes flit back and forth as g o l d e n splashes cool
the p i n e y pond of koi. Serenity of zephyr scent
sends introspective id swimming like this school —
no longer in this worrisome world, exhaustion spent.
Traverse the paths of no work, no play - merely a b a n d o n
to holly bushes, lady slippers, roses with whimsical names.
Snowball hydrangeas, blueberries like goose pimples - stand in
the nether of shadow and sun, the hometown of God’s acclaim.
Close my eyes - bluster of multicolored petals from the sky,
cover my i n v i s i b l e frame… uninvited flocks gather
in an undecided decade of “don’t know when or why.”
P o s t u r i n g — shan’t get myself in a botanical lather.
Have faith, the untouchables are thriving with grace,
waiting for the usual feet to pass time, adorn this place.
7/31/2020
Silent one’s Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)
his elves and reindeer discovered only
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed,
which crawl space required me to hunker
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendants,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, and handily did appear
and despite one hundred percent bug-free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band-aided elf(ves) hest
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
codenamed Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally besmirching her virginity
via coital cavorting amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
Form:
Where has my personality gone
the humour I would smile on
ensuring confidence and actions
active and strong
When I start to do well
its blanked
focus on my fail
question my motive
my achievement goes stale
sunk the boat
If you flamed the feel of my success
it would snowball confidence not stress give motivation a taste to progress take me to a place I’m not depressed, that would bring me back to life, and I would have the will to fight, remind me why I am alive a feel good feeling I have inside,
The force of the brake
I can no longer take
a choice you make
not chance or mistake
Encourage or 3rd time’s a fail
I won’t be crushed
I’ll steer clear as well
Learn, I doubt you will
What of pride and presentation
When time is short in duration?
An octagon out of a square...
Proverbial scissors used there.
It is what it is - this, I hear
Constantly in and out each ear.
A triangle meets hexagon
In repetition, on and on.
Input dried of saturation...
Effort tried, no compensation.
Ongoing instances of these
Bring situations to their knees.
When unavailability
Of resources persists to be,
Circumstances are made humble...
Everything begins to crumble.
One example - making a cake.
Unsuccessful within its bake
When ingredients are lacking...
Outcome evident of slacking.
If its method is not followed
Proper, it is harder swallowed.
When void of cooking essential,
Cake does not reach its potential.
Take another scenario...
The teamwork of employment so.
When two workers turn into one,
Managed quality is undone.
In regards to minor detail,
Its freshness gradually turns stale...
Pending failure when correction
Is established of inspection.
Conclusions do not come with ease...
What once was, no longer a breeze.
Corner cutting in all respect
Leads to certain snowball effect.
Such distressing leads to stressing...
This, is it worth second guessing?
Band-aids sometimes necessary,
But should just be temporary.
I look out my window
And can't see the ground.
As I step out to look,
I see snow all around.
There was so much snow,
For these parts, it's wild.
I haven't seen this much
Snow since I was a child.
I ran through the house
To get my children.
We dressed up warm
So we wouldn't be shiverin'.
Then we headed outside
To build our snowman,
But things didn't go
The way we had planned.
I barely saw it coming,
I hardly caught its sight.
That snowball that started
This here snowball fight!
We played in the snow
Until we were freezing cold.
The memories we made
Are worth more than gold.
Among all those holidays,
Best thing happen this year.
Christmas truly outshines!
Daydreams turn to reality.
Endearing lights around the city
Give spirit on Christmas Day.
Happy moments are made
Inside the minds of young and old ones.
Joyful carols in the atmosphere,
Kindness rages in their hearts.
Looking at those winged lanterns,
Marveling at night sky,
Nail the fireworks as they pass by.
Only Christmas makes this bang!
People spread love in the morning air,
Quite touching to see teary smiles.
Roll down the snowball and build memories.
Sing with the waft till new morning shines.
Tender kisses speak happiness,
Uniting everyone as one.
Vibrant feeling is almost everywhere,
Wishing Christmas is everyday.
Xylophones may sing with the cold breeze,
Yet what really matters in this season,
Zeal to define the spirit of Christmas.