Long Snowstorm Poems
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Orange floods the western skies
Blue the color of your eyes
Yellow bringing thoughts to mind
Of blouses and blankets, of dreams in kind
Of chairs for one that contain two
Of passions and pleasures I'll share with you
Of daydreams with hopes that one day will be
As real as the sunset I currently see
To hold you and kiss you, unabashed and unhid
To gaze on your beauty with sight so limpid
To erase the distance right now that's soooo far
To love and appreciate all who you are
A snowstorm a winter has not before seen
Come now my love and let us convene
The moment we've waited for soon will arrive
My long since gone springtime has now been revived
JOY and JINKS
Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost wearing thick jacket
joyfully jumped sharp on snow losing jade-locket
Jolted backward by snowstorm yet looked jovial.
Jeered on a jetty jackal rushing from jungle, not trivial.
Junior Jack in jean- jersey with sister Jill Joined to skate.
Jim Jogged, carrying jars of jam, jelly, jaggery in basket.
Jingle bells ringing, Jack jigging, drinking juice from jug.
Joe, friend of Jack drove jerking jeep, met Jack, gave hug.
John, a Joker cum juggler catching and throwing snowballs
Jupiter-Juno both jocose junketing under heavy snowfall.
Jewel thief Jacob fell on snow, picked the lost jade-stone.
Javelins- throw on snowy field managed by Jacqueline alone.
12/17/20
Second Place
Alliteration Contest by Eve Roper
Second Place
Podium Placing Promise (6) Contest by Brian Strand.
From the coldest, blackest sky
I came ... without any warning,
So tiny, so intricate am I ...
There will be more by morning
Don't know where I will land
Don't know what town it will be,
Don't know who I will meet
Will they want to see me
When they wake bright and early
And notice from out their window,
A fresh coating of soft white
... A new season's first snow
But a short time, and we do melt
Away in three months' flurry,
A long time by some is felt
As for me ... why should I hurry
Tonight, I am slowly falling
Don't know where I will land,
Will I last the entire winter
Or disappear in one's hand?
"it happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here
or gone to lie down in the darkness and...listen to the warm." - Rod McKuen
I feel it deep in my soul; the warmth of our love.
When we met, two lonely hearts, became one ...
sad, it was not forever....
Nevermore, will I feel your sweet lips upon mine, nevermore will I feel your
sweet embrace. You lie down in the darkness, now my dear, yet I love you
still. My tears fall on your tomb, oh can you feel the warmth of my sad heart?
In dreams, I call you, come my love, I want to hold you to my heart tonight
and feel you caress my raven hair. Whisper how much you love me, I need
to hear your voice, that deep melodic warmth till dawn, then fly away love.
I need to travel that long winding road to your tomb, I want to be with you
although you are gone, passion is warm still. This is a love eternal, oh wait for
me, darling, one day we will be united at those heavenly gates, wait for me.
I still recall that day we first met
...I was...dizzy
Your smile and voice held me hostage...
I lay my cheek upon your tomb and my soul is bleeding from my forever scar.
I asked you, please don't go, stay home with me,
we could have stayed sweetly tangled in the sheets.
You laughed at me and walked out into a snowstorm,
In my dream, I heard the crash and metal crumbling, and I knew.
Come darling, the moon is high in the sky tonight and I need to see your face
and feel your embrace. The warmth of your breath, and I want your sweet kiss.
I need to be with you until the dawn calls you back into the darkness ... my dear.
...forever is the warmth of our love~
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April 19, 2016
Poetry/Prose/Listen to the Warmth
Copyright Protected, ID 16-780-484-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Listen to the Warmth,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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winter winds are blowing and
ice-bound trees are dripping crystalline
and falling snow is floating here and there
and everywhere
yet the birds still sing me melodies and
the snowflakes gather ... gather
so white and pristine
and linger on my tangled hair
and kiss my waiting ruby lips
oh a stillness wraps around me
like a warm fur lined cloak
and I do not feel the frigid cold
for nothing is more comforting to me
than walking in the new fallen white
feeling like a snow princess
for I was born in a wild snowstorm
and my affinity with snow
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June 26, 2021
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Poetry/Verse/floating snow
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1366-979-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the contest, All Yours (June 26)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 06/28/2021
First Place
Compare thee to a summer’s day?
No, my dear, you are a goddess of dismay.
You are the bane of my heart, for you own it completely.
You control my mind without a single effort, and for that you are my enemy.
Thou art lovely and temperate?
No, you are imperfect and cold as Mount Everest.
You freeze my heart with ignorance,
And light it once more with a start.
You are not a summer’s day.
You are a snowstorm that comes in spite of the sunlight of May.
You are the rain that plagues those who have no roof to under stay.
You are the disease that kills and spirits souls away.
Compare thee to a summer’s day?
No, it’s impossible.
There is no way.
snowstorm related
she drowned trying to glide across the lake
violets are thrown in the center
her favorite perfume still lingers in the air
i remember her transistor radio
i remember her potable 8 track player
i remember her walkman
i remember her thingaamabobetta to play 45s on
my favorite was her hidden collection of vintage 78s
rainstorm worn
she drowned while trying to float while breathless under the lake
lilacs are thrown leftmost symbolizing her specially talented hand
here decorated wheelchair is now a landmark of upliftment
i remember her collection of needles
i remember her muilfaceted threads and yarns
i remember her 'brown sugar drawings'
i remember her baby blue sewing machine
my favorite was here hidden collection of vintage quilts
the Mostly Appreciated Parts were the pleasure of their company's inspiration
i sit indian style in loving memory of Them Both.....
My day had arrived, the hospital was intimidating. He got lost parking our car, I felt the pavement's heat, it pained my feet, as we had walked very far. The doors opened as we walked in, I had a pain in my side, probably from the long car ride.
The woman at the front desk welcomed us, it was five in the morning, yet she looked her very best, me-not so much.
I was scared yet ready. I had pain and loss of vision for so long, I needed this so I could be me again. They need me, I need them.
I could barely walk as my
left side was already suffering, vision loss, neurological problems, and an eye doctor who kept telling me I just had eye floaters. I went to a third eye doctor and he ordered an MRI of my brain, stat. All this time I had suffered, this was insane! The only eye doctor who did right by me, "there's a large tumor pushing into your brain," is what he said.
It could be cancer, we don't know yet,
I'm having the surgery with no regrets, even though the seven hours could cause my demise.
I searched for the best neuro surgeon, his name is Daniel Prevedello, all I've got to say is "what a wonderful doctor".
I went under with much confidence in him and his staff. While under anesthesia I saw visions of my family waiting for me. I was a child again, I saw all my sufferings throughout my entire life. I was a young mother and an abused wife, I was a grandmother who loved unconditionally, I met my husband Ron and married him with a love like I never knew, I was an officer, I had a great career. My grandparents were calling me home, but I'm not ready to go.
Seven hours later I heard the nurse calling my name, "Vickie, wake up, everything went great!"
Dr. Prevedello I owe you my eyes, I got back my wonderful eyesight! I see clearly now, and I can only say "wow, you look so beautiful to me."
The worst part was losing some hair, the inability to drive, dizziness,
and all the metal clamps-forty in all, they are sometimes painful to bare.
I'm crying with relief and happiness, I'll see you again someday grandma and grandpa, but until then my boots still need some pulling up and lots of shining too.
One wintry night
As the snowstorm blew in
She was dressed in black
Binged in gin
She was my girl
And i loved her so
But her constant drinking
We could no longer grow
It's the way she changed
When she drunk so much
Like a demon possessed
Out of touch
We parted in anger
And she swore as she left
My kids and me
Bereft
Months had passed
As we lived our lives
The past behind us
Every day, is a new day arrived
On the night of the storm
My kids and i
Watching a movie
Laughing and crying
Time for bed
As i tucked them in
The twins together
My darling kin
Through the night
I awoke all choked
Smoke was billowing
In fog like soak
In panic craze
I head for my twins
Their bedroom on fire
Our nightmare begins
Flames are engulfing
The hallway and stairs
Our escape route blocked
My heart in despair
To their window i carry
As the smoke thickens
Flames spreading
Blackened, sickened
Below their window
To a grass verge i drop
As the ceiling collapses
In burning hot
In smothering embers
My breathing impaired
As the heat absorbs me
In deathly scare
My skin burning
Torso in peel
As my thoughts start to cloud
Is what happening, real
Strength sapping
In burning sores
Who will look after my children
Silence
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Sails of snow
Hoisted
To the roar of northern wind
Wires wild
Leashed to masts
Banging like spoons on pots and pans
Sea of Earth lurching
Beneath
The creaking planks of our house
On we go
Tossed and turned
The bow of our kitchen
Cutting through slaps of whitecaps
Windows sinking
Chimney smoke whipping from the rooftops
Bushes plumed and weighed down
To their knees
With buckets bailed of snow
Swaying low
Like the last herd of wooly mammoths
Dragging themselves down the street
A march to oblivion
The storm subsides after three nights and two days
Though the trees continue to throw snowballs
On their own
We emerge
Michiganians
Terrified sailors
Transformed
To butlers and maids
Sweeping and dusting
Shoveling and chipping
The destruction
From the wrecked decks of our driveways
Signaling at dusk to one another
Through flashlight Morse code
All is well
All is well
We survived.