Long Snowball Poems
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sensory grass
tickles your toes
soft pokes
every word is a stroke
of a blade
not a brush
a lawnmower in the distance
breaks the silence
what the hell…
the smell of fresh-cut grass
and the moisture
that lingers on its smell
you know…retains it
(like the soft and cushy handprint that
stays in the grass
in the shady part of that corner in the yard
turns the white shoes green
amongst the hedges and the borders by rocks
by that long-ago planted snowball tree
and all the love you had to give while you planted it
…rubbed the lamb's ear,
said a prayer and wished it the best of luck)
but here, now
take a nap in the sunshine
under a clouded sky peacefully
on a blanket
the winds brushing by
the rays beam through
and warm that blanket
your worn-out blanket
with scents of lingering past summers
of far-off beaches and sunscreen
dusty and musty
yet beloved blanket
(different kinds of loved-upon)
but here, now
the breeze on my toes
and the breeze on the grass
and the breeze on my face and my hair
stealing my woes
keeping me cool
my eyelashes flicker
a lazy dream of greens upon blues
upon dandelion yellows
shining
until you awake
slightly alarmed
to a busy bee
buzzing by
blinded by beauty
my tears trickle down the corners of my eyes
bleed down my cheeks to my lips and taste salty
warm and salty on my tongue
warm from the gold
of that hot-blooded sun
and the sensory experience
grateful to be alive
to soak it all in
through the skin
can you feel it?
it was a lovely dream
the smell of sweet grass
how bits and pieces float on air
tickle the nose
sweet and bitter tasty on the tongue
whisking away depression blight
peace rises
higher and higher
like barometric pressure
elevating mood and lighter weight
reflecting on purpose
reflecting on mood
through transcendence
but here, now
you can just
be
tingling sensations
just
be
feeling overcome with peaceful power
power to
just
lie
still
and enjoy the senses and dreams
that the grass brings forth
you’ll wake up
remember details
and reflect upon paper
close your eyes
and reflect upon paper
an outward pour
can’t you feel it all beaming in the sunlight?
in the mood
in the barometric pressure
in those blades of grass
breathtaking striking
blades of green grass
my god, aren’t we blessed
—American writer
He watched his kite,her, snap
her tail rises
in the sky
in the deep blue sky
i keep imagining of her
my eyes don't rest and lie,
my mind's eye,
of her with a bird in hand,
the one she waved off …
that i dont imagine
i keep watching her tail
so majestic
and buoyant
... as if she were dancing,
dancing
with herself,
in the deep blue sky,
her carriage
model perfect
of blemishes
with the sun shining
off her inner beauty,
she would flutter
... flutter
to the right and left,
bounce, bounce
up and down
as i continue watching,
watching ...heartbroken
for the last time,
Of life passing by,
Her,
my eyes moisten
as she distances herself
away from me
the burdens of my life
Heartaches, heartaches that
always kept suppressed in me
i say, i wish i could have stopped her flight
and see her come alive
with me,
... me with
one fleeting chance
a chance
of a snowball of goodness for once
but hoping realistically
for just that one snowflake of a chance
one little snowflake that never dropped
... i keep watching
the once beautiful kite
so lifelike, vibrant
especially her tail and direction
up in the blue sky,
a small dot now
... sucking the air out of me
as it became smaller
• i reminiscence
of the past of how our love nosedived
into an avalanche
before it started
... nosediving into sorrow and regrets
the residual of a piece of string not tying
not tying a loop...
i keep looking up into the sky
my mind oscillating, correlating
i see, clearly
her inner beauty capturing me
even from a distance
and now how ... i'm resigned to watching
so sadden
life unravel,
how can this be
or is that the line ... unraveling
again, how can this be
... the kite kept
distancing itself
fluttering itself ...
further away ...
just like myself
... the wind howling
its sharp teeth of injustice, life
grabbing me
i guess
i guess i was bad, unworthy
For her
for i hear ...
voices in my head
the once little birds in her hand crying,
crying
for not finding warmth
i hear a snap
is that for real?
i look,
in the deep blue sky
turning over, turning shades of red
she's gone
and the voice of cruelty just laughing
just laughing at me
for there is an absence, now
of that little tail fluttering
with goodness,
with unattainable borders
that i missed and missed
connie pachecho
3/3/17
The snow so deep… That it was over our heads… Was a melting by the hour!
Give it a day, or two at most… and with this heat… it would all be gone, forever!
But in the meantime, we were sadly stuck, in mud, deep, within our own backyard!
The water couldn't run off fast enough; our backyard had become a swamp, marred!
Just then, low and behold my old Volkswagen bubbled up, thru the mud it came!
You know, the one, surely you do! Last year it had floated down the storm drain!
Now, low and behold something got out! OH WHAT I’ll never, ever, really know!
Said he was the REAL Swamp Thing, and tired of spring-cleaning his house, so…
He chained the car to a tree, as he hopped out. Said his name was “Gone Fishing”.
Said his Mama read it on a sign, and used it to name her sweet, baby, Swamp Thing!
But then, he saw our back yard, he shouted in delight and decided to visit for a spell!
After all, it’s turned into a real swamp! And he’s the real Swamp Thing! So, Do Tell!
Dragon, the penguins, and all else, followed him straight, to the swamp so profound..
The penguins slid down the muddy slope, and followed the Swamp Thing all around.
But when Dragon tried, his weight got him stuck! We had to wench him, to the shore.
Mud became the name of the day, with mud and snowball fights going on, in galore!
Everyone was in seventh heaven, ‘Gone Fishing’ the same, as they slide, all about!
Fun ensued! For how often can he vacation about? Only once a year! No doubt!
After 2 days of fun, the snow was almost gone, so we cleaned them, as they played.
Yes, the fire hydrant was turned on! Dragon threw his Penguins, happily, into the spray!
That shot them almost to the moon above! The closest to flying they would ever be!
They soared then slide down the street. Even Dragon did play this time! How sweet!
But ‘Gone Fishing’ knew his vacation was up. So he waved a hearty good bye…
As he jumped into the Volkswagen again, and let it fly, and man, could that baby, fly!
It flew down the street, and back down the drain! Before our very own eyes!
That was the last time we saw the Swamp Thing, as we waved, a sad goodbye!
But next time it snows to mile high deep… as it melts, we’ll be looking for our friend.
Here lies our story of ‘Gone Fishing”. It’s real! Honest! To you, I’d never lie! I defend!
And I expect, where ever he really is now… He’s ‘Gone Fishing’…THE END
[A classic example of a tale that wouldn’t
Behave itself]
Pilchard the penguin shed icicle tears
He cries at the movies as Christmas time nears
While watching ‘The Snowman’ he claps and he cheers
But cries when the friendly snowman disappears
This year he vows to make one of his own
Although he knows that when it melts he will groan
He hopes he can make one just like in the movie
He’d found a green hat which he thought would be groovy
*
Pilchard the penguin has raked up some snow
He rolled it and that made a big snowball grow
He needed another to make up a head
Round, like the body, but smaller instead
It took quite some time but when he was done
He’d made something quite like the TV boy’s one
Penguin the pilchard said, “That green hat’s magic,
But will he just melt which would be rather tragic?”
Pilchard said, “Penguin, I’ve made him with care,
And magic or not he’ll always be there.
Our new frozen friend may not fly in the air,
But melting away I just couldn’t bare.
“From that TV crew when they beat their retreat,
I’ve used diver’s flippers to act as his feet.
An old plastic funnel will serve as his beak,
This snowman’s a penguin… so to speak.”
Pilchard’s mum called him, “It’s time for your bed,
So get magic penguins right out of your head,
For you’ve seen the movie and that’s a fair warning,
Your big frozen friend could be gone in the morning.”
He told her, “I wanted to fly in the air,
With that frozen penguin I’ve made over there.”
She sent him to bed but she asked one thing more,
“Did you get that hat from my underwear drawer?”
*
But when the sun rose for a chilly new day
The penguin snowman now faced the other way
Penguin the pilchard asked, “Well, did he play?”
Pilchard the penguin said, “I couldn’t say.
“I do know that when the sky turned out the light,
I heard my mum wander down here in the night.
I asked where she went, she was cagey alright,
But somehow, this morning she seems really bright.
“When I made the penguin he wore the green hat,
The TV snowman had a hat just like that.
I can’t figure out why it’s not on his head,
But I saw it this morning near my mother’s bed.”
*
Penguin the Pilchard tried not to guffaw,
“Why has your mum got an underwear drawer?”
In the summer Hot Weather, is the season of expressing the ultimate calamity of days of
unbearable treasure. The measure of pleasure is fullfill as the season soon turns bitter
cold. And now we prepare ourselfs for a new-season, a new direction as we get use to the
change in the atmosphere we give respect to the fact that, "Everything is Everything".
That an awsume creator in his infanite wisdom rain comes in all seasons and snow comes
in one season of Winter. I can remember the fun throwing snowball fights I share with my
brother and sisters and my friends growing up. The tree's change nothing seem to be the
same. Yes the cold-winter was cold, but they drifted apart, going in their different direc-
tion their shelter of protection is their own choosing, and we soon started our own fam-
ilie's, "still the season, brought on a much appreachable change". In the fall, we pull out
the rakes and we were given responsibilitie's to keep the yard neat and tiny. "Everything is
Everything", do you remember a season that you-not remember when you began to change.
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall all you have to do is call, and I'll be there yes I will cause
you got a friend. "Why do those moment seem forgotten", WHY... well those moments may-
be found through your kid's and your kid's are the moments you taught them to get up when
they fall. The season not to walla about everyday crisis is the moments that appears dim
and a season of Uplifting decorum is in all due season. At every believer's front door and
non believers too, is a season that the creator manifested you to be awear and that you
be the one to take everything to GOD in prayer: "Just because the weather turns cold
from the season that it was hot", "it rains on the just and the unjust, in all in all don't for-
get that friendship is the bond that glues the reasons to grap the loose change...
In all due season, "Everything is Everything".
Love too all that keeps the main
thing the main thing!!!.. `Cheryl
doll33` "Everything is Everything"
Help me relax please...I am shaking like crazy
Hope I keep track of my many goals in life
Calm me down...I want to float like a daisy
Coping with these emotions with family strife
Ease my mind from worries and set my heart free
Hanging on to the rope of my life stressors wearily
In the palm of my quivering hands is the fear of rejection...my fate is to be one with my affectionate heart
Sloping downwards like a snowball in the frosty hill, spiraling in many directions...it’s a freezing work of art
I am as precious and treasurable as a diamond in the cave
You’re as gracious as the flawless sunlight that shines so brave
Please set my soaring spirit aflame and let the ocean’s waves blow
Embrace the breeze of at-ease and let go of the shame...let it all go
Show me your genuine glow of delight
Illuminate me with your joy, not your fright
Throw at me your inspirational imagination from on high that shimmers aglow
I promise that I will never let you go, but I’m going to love myself and let it all go
My serentiy inside me lights up my mind of a million embers, yet still unsure
My anxiety doesn’t kick in as much as it did before as I clearly remember
I was uncertain of your train of thought towards me and its destination thereof...I wish I can be your peaceable dove
I am trying to understand what went wrong in our lives of vain pleasures, which brings us detrimental, dangerous love
Help me relax please...I am burning away the pain
Hope I keep track of my many ups and downs in my brain
Calm me down...I have been shook up and insane
Coping with the aftershocks of my family strife once again
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the sunlit moon’s glow, you know?
I’ll just let it all go
Let it all go
Let’s go and be one with the blessed breeze and its brilliant blow
I figured out that my doubts and worries
Will be fixed up and mended with ease
As long as we let it all go...
As long as I let it all go...
Let the garden of hope and love grow as long as I nourish and flourish the seeds of His knowledge
And I will keep track of my many goals I have in mind without my fears and miseries, pushing me to the edge
All the negativity in life - let it all go
All the darksome strife - let it all go
No-one knows precisely when the rivalry began;
thirty-two the legend goes; eighteen or nineteen?
It's not clear, nor can it be confirmed.
Apart from once in fifty-nine
For reasons lost in time;
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
And The Chattahoochee Crocs
Have squared off in heated competition
every year.
The rules; written on a napkin
from the Rutabaga New Cafe,
and framed by Fred the Frame
are simple:
Meet once a year on Labor Day
A team of five (ladies now allowed)
Last years winner host, at their expense;
the loser chooses the new challenge,
with no repeats allowed.
Once volleyball, dodgeball, baseball
And almost anything else you can do
with a ball, bat, feet, head, and arms
Had been exhausted;
The challenges became, let's say;
somewhat bizarre.
In the heat of twenty-nineteen
Snowball fighting was, surprisingly
won by home team, Crocs.
The Fuzzy Socks not anticipating
The commandeering of Carluccio's
Ice truck for the event - nothing in the rules!
The following year the 'Socks
won blindfolded pitch and putt
but by default; when Anna May
Knocked out Birdie Blaire - sliced ball!
Sycnchonised swimming in seventy-three
That was a hoot and nearly came to blows.
A new rule was added,
sorry, not mentioned earlier:
No competitions that require a judgment call!
More work for Fred the Frame.
The events were friendly; usually!
Oh, there was the cheating scandal
when Crocs; accused of entering a ringer;
Big Red Jock McTavish
in the toothpick tossing challenge
had to provide ID and quickly.
Thank you, Photoshop and Kinkos.
Worm charming in sixty-three went to the Fuzzy Socks
Who won again in sixty-four; Toe wrestling,
and sixty-five for Cellphone tossing - bad call.
The Crocs finally broke their winning streak,
when Aldon Ardy; who won Cherry pit spitting,
became a local hero and invented
Aldons pitless cherry pies!
Embarrassments for both abound;
the Crocs lost Rolling in the Grits
and Fuzzy Socks the raisin flicking.
Yet still, they meet each and every year
passing the challenge on
to kids and grandkids too
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
and The Chatahoochie Crocs.
fuzzy socks and crocs Poetry Contest; honorable mention.
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Date wrote: 15-June-2021
The horse is galloping down the road with a story that is untold; the horse is galloping down the road with a saddle on its back and a book tucked underneath with a message that is deep. I have been thinking for days how to make an artificial snowball with a dozen mullet fish stuffed inside and a hundred rifles buried in its side.
It is racing down the track with all the energy it has got; it is going around in circles looking around for the oracle. Its temperament and speed are wrapped up together and the elegance with which it moves have left many people confused.
It stands gracefully at the corner waiting for the whistle to blow to begin the multi million-dollar show. Many people have placed bet on it because its legs are strong and swift, its speed is unmatched and its strategy is unwrapped. It has never let the audience down, it has given them more than a hundred thousand pounds, the young stallion is what they call it, its body is so fit.
See them lining up over there and feeling out the track, they are measuring the corners, and making notes of every turns and the valley that has been burnt, the horses are moving round in groups showing off their fine rubber boots, I can see the anxiety in their eyes and a miracle coming out of the sky; the track is getting warm and you must meet me before dawn.
Here comes the jockey and he is looking really happy, he is short and slim and he is just coming from the Gym. He carries a subtle smile and bag pack on his back loaded with horse pie, he made a graceful offer. He is stretching his legs around the track and examines every dot. He rolled a ball on the corner and lies in on the curves and lines and does five pushes up. He went in his horse and practices a marathon race around the track.
The horses are galloping on the track, wearing a jacket and a felt hat; it looked quite relaxed in the swelter heat covering distance in seconds that is usually hard to compete. I have never seen a horse so bold and the mystery that it holds, it has feet of fire and anything it touches it gives your heart’s desire. I am working on the team to accomplish my dreams; let’s get ready for the final leg of the show before you pack up and go. My horse shoe is back so place that giant cup in my lap.
Down in the white famed plains of Western Kentucky in the 19th century, Alpha Omega Latham was born. Days after his father was shot on the porch, was the beginning of being, and the pass of a torch. Now that his father was gone and bereaved, his ma took the duties, after pa’s life was thieved. A boy now in school confused of his route, the chants “go west young man” were dawning some doubt about the feudal trail that rendered much clout. Humble his beginnings, picking cotton for a living, snowball earned his name, being the only white kid in the game. Just 8 years old, a drive that once ran cold was burning from his hands that were yearning, he decided to up and hop west to Burley. Idaho he headed, decision imbedded, the lure of the west, assured a new life to invest. Alpha Omega began again, and ended a chapter, his life was in spin. Now was his chance, of success in the west, opportunities gleamed, held tight to his chest. A poker man, many cards he swapped, to scrounge and buy half of a sporting shop. With a mere chunk of change, a last ditch effort, his puzzle pieces to arrange. Snowballs sports shop, came to fruition in time, from the train ride alone, with barely a dime, now land and wealth, the ladder he climbed. Owned hotels and houses, made his mark on the land, now standing on top, he created a brand. A beautiful family, the American dream, he lived it and proved it, while swimming upstream. Make your own luck, the idea that he stressed, sink or swim, was life in the west. As the depression was sweeping the country abroad, Alpha had summoned the lightning rod; providing help to his kin in Burley, he helped the community, even when surly. Was known to help any poor old soul, altruism was his ultimate goal. From a bitter ending, blossomed a graceful beginning, just because he lost one fight, didn’t prevent his winning. Twas the life of Alpha Omega, his ending was much brighter, a hero in the eyes of many, a true american fighter. Beginning now is a different page, to snowball his vision in a different age, on west my friend; be brave, not afraid, flourish each and every stage. For one bad ending, cannot cage the transcending, of the flower contending to fend off the sour, bursting out in Spring.
(iambic pentameter, verse)
Corporation Blues
Hubby works for a Corporation called the... Well, I’m not allowed to say.
He answers telephones. Really! EVEN with his great degree, every day!
But, now, remember this is a Corporation, and they do stuff differently!
They leave the air conditioners on, in winter at, 10 BELOW, you see!
A worker controls the temperature… from 8 states away, so has his fun!
Everyone works in parkas, gloves, and earmuffs, every single day, bar none!
It wouldn’t continue if the Uppity Ups, didn’t work in warmer rooms above!
Darn those Corporations, they have no common sense, what-so-ever, at all!
All the chairs are broken, that’s hard, since they’re rocks from a prehistoric age!
And all have to scavenge for working earphones, around the room, every day!
The computer tools aren’t working, someone mysteriously, turned them off.
But they still want one call resolution, of all problems in ten minutes or less.
The pay is next to nothing, so the Company stock looks SO good, by gosh!
Benefits and HR are in India, where they don’t understand English, at all!
All the pay increases were capped, oh, about eight or maybe, ten years ago!
Now they’ve quit hiring those who finished high school, and want to work.
There’s even been fights in what has now, been designated, as Hoodlum Row.
They’re here, for the long run, and don’t even bother, to answer their phones!
The entire town was shut down due to snow, and if you didn’t come in that day…
Well, you know the story, someone in another state, simply, docked your pay!
They had asked to use vacation time, but that took 2 months to fix, by the way!
Quitting time is obvious, as all the bosses mysteriously, suddenly, drift away.
The penguins came with Hubby one day, and have since came back, every day.
Their snowball fights, in the aisles, are legendary! What can I say, but… Amen!
They don’t complain, love the cold, answer phones, and people quickly hang up!
Since the customers don’t understand what they say, they’re handle time, rocks!
Hubby snuck a plastic spoon from the lunchroom, which he guards with his life.
It helps him tremendously, as he digs out thru the ice, at quitting time, so right!
Collaboration Carol and (Hubby)