Long Snowfield Poems

White crystals glitter, a snowfield of light.
The silence fallen, a spirit's delight.
The pointing fingers, deep in delusion.
The ends, not the means, make the decision.
The challenge is known, to fight this hard place.
We are honor-bound, the...

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Death’s Less Than Nothing!

Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one /
a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on this plane.
Death is tasteless and...

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Twas the night before Christmas that was freezing cold 
As a seven year old I couldn’t keep excitement on the hold 
For I knew for me all the lovely gifts Santa would bring
Wished the hours...

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'Twas the night before Christmas that was freezing cold,
my 5-year old granddaughter couldn't keep elation on hold,
for she knew, for her Santa would bring at night nice gift.
So, she wanted the long hours of waiting...

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The night of one Christmas a long time ago was icy cold, 
as a seven year old I couldn’t keep excitement in hold, 
for I knew all the lovely gifts for me Santa would bring,
wanted...

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The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold, 
a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold, 
for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring,
wanted the night to fly away...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas,
my small granddaughter, excited over the party gorgeous,
and for the gifts Santa would bring for her,
wanted the nightly hours of wait to be soon over.

She’d heard Santa would come through the...

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The night before last year’s Christmas was freezing cold, 
my little granddaughter couldn’t keep excitement in hold, 
for she knew all the lovely gifts for her Santa would bring,
wanted the nightly hours to fly away...

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footprints carved on a crystalline carpet
the winding traces of morning skaters
on teal and ivory rugged snowfield
lead me to his quiet hometown

the bare trees that surround me
are like dancing old willows by the brooks
freezing as they...

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My Confession and Request

to Someone

A sin is circulating over me, hanging our life, gallows
Someone needed love, only some dust of and from love
A touch from you is just a hoped kindness from your heart

… where...

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       Ottawa, Ontario
once a desolate snowfield
      now, a city of Gothic 
and Victorian buildings downtown 
with stunning glassed towers
     ...

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Like a thunderbolt through the heart,
She was beauty, a work of art,
A snowfield on a summer's day,
She was an angel here to stay.

Such loving eyes to gaze upon,
How could I ever do her wrong,
The moment...

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