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Winter Spirals
spirals
of grey waves foam
splash upon rocky shores,
winter tides croon bleak serenades
to the blinded eyes of dull cirrus clouds
while homeless impotent rain storms
try to catch cold sea spray -
white caps cresting
spirals
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while
from where does the winter wind blow?
Arctic, Norway, or states below?
to shower snow and winter chill,
then from here to where does it go?
lumps of loose snow from white trees spill,
as rows of cypress climb up hill,
Robins twitter their red chests out,
from wooden fence near old wind mill!
lone heron waits, a one leg scout,
on freezing lake with coloured trout,
time it will be soon to migrate,
across mountain peaks far about!
few floundering leaves still debate,
changing seasons, their unknown fate,
winter winds ensnare them in snow,
to pile them amongst garden waste.
dazzling winter has morning glow,
how it speeds past! doesn’t it slow?
from where it came we do not know,
wherever it goes, let it go!!
5th Placement
Written 10/10/2021
8 syllables each line
aaba bbcb ccdc ddad aaaa rhyme
last stanza mono rhyme
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It’s the most poetic time, of the year
where the writers are writing,
the blog pages fighting
and comments of cheer
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
It’s the soup, soupiest season of all
with those verses a’ flowing
of winter and snowing
and decking the hall
It’s the soup, soupiest season of all
You’ll read stanzas of loving
of snowballs they’re gloving
and packages under the tree
There’ll be lines filled with phrases
of faith and its praises
in every poem you see
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
you’ll find poems for reading
with broken hearts bleeding
it soon will be clear
It’s the most poetic time, of the year
~
Written to the melody of the song: "It's the most wonderful time of the year"
Written by George Wyle and Edward Pola.
Originally performed by Andy Williams
Winter Sonata 11-29-23
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Winter Sonata
In grave allegro solo grey gathers,
Strings of winter fantasias
Brewing staccatos of frozen fall remnants,
Downbeats for the first movement
As shivering sleet wipes away bucolic barcarolles
Rocking on sapphire barges,
Harbingers of hoarfrost and hibernation,
When leafless boughs conduct the opening motif
To summon deepening darkness
From restrained shadows of turbulence
To beat warnings on frosted windows
Of snug dens – sheltered hallows.
Sweet solstice flutes sing adagio
Then scatter crystalline mists across snow packed paths
In the movement pathetique when sunglow
Glides between aspen,
Ankle deep in fleecy billows,
Sugar flakes flutter in Heaven’s perfect pitch
Rhythmic silent rests hypnotize crisp midnights
When fluttering flakes of dreamy andantes
Ride on melodic cantabile whispers
In flurries of fleecy decrescendos
Spells of codas, enthralled by idle snowfall,
Glitter in lyric tinsel of sparkling crystal beads on twigs.
Movement presto crescendos in frenzied storms
Snowfall pizzicatos fall in descending measures
When rondos of wind song ensembles
Ascend in frigid notes of icy scales
That pirouette in pulsing beats with resonate strings
Plucked by boreas in thundersnows percussions,
Vivace mistrals whirl in powdery ghosts
That spin in tremolo trills of icicles,
And in whiteout scherzos of blizzard sonatas,
Dizzy with solstice frosty fevers
As winter’s thundering cadence modulates
Into vernal sighs of resolution.
(If you know the song, Winter Wonderland,
try singing the words of this to that tune!)
Zombies move, but seem vapid,
and their walk is not rapid.
But they love to eat;
If caught, you’re dead meat
living in a crazy Zombie world.
Zombies groan, for they’re lusting
for live flesh, so disgusting.
To let one get near
you’ll understand fear
living in a crazy Zombie world.
If you’re bitten, you will get a fever.
Maybe you’ll appear as if you’re dead.
But if you don’t relish being stinky,
just have your buddies shoot you in the head!
Form a group; find good shelter.
Everything’s helter skelter.
You have to be smart
and have a brave heart
living in a crazy Zombie world.
Written 10/19/13
for Leonora's Halloween Poem Contest
Now for the the Halloween (old poems)Poetry Contest of Linda (PD)
A Winter Rose 2-1-24
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A Winter Rose
A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Perfume born from a mystic place,
Shivering blossom shines through grey
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
Touched by sighs of the Morning Star
Rose wears crystals of frosty lace,
Rises beyond a crown of thorns
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
Though petals droop with solstice spells
Profane bedlam of ice erased
Dewy buds chant a cradle psalm
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
I.
In the hush of the first movement,
Silent snowfall plays a soft overture.
Each flake a note, descending gently,
A white serenade to quiet streets.
Nature's breath slows, like a pianissimo,
And the world finds refuge in the stillness.
II.
The allegro of frostnip,
A brisk dance of biting winds.
Trees, skeletal and stark, bow in unison,
Their frozen limbs, a winter waltz.
Here, shadows wrap around the day,
A protective shroud from the harsh glare.
III.
Andante, the pace of chilled introspection,
As daylight wanes, and darkness ascends.
Winter's cloak, a shield from the revealing sun,
A sanctuary for those who seek solace.
A silent sonata of solitudinal echoes,
Footprints muffled in the snow's embrace.
IV.
Adagio, the languid drift of snowflakes,
A delicate descent, like feathers from the sky.
Time stretches, as if caught in a frozen dream,
And the world slips into a quiet reverie.
In winter's arms, a clandestine asylum,
Hidden from the stark exposure of summer.
V.
Rallentando, the gradual deceleration,
As winter's sonata reaches its conclusion.
The landscape, a canvas of muted hues,
Soft whispers of a fading symphony.
Yet, in the cold, a warmth is found,
A paradoxical embrace of winter's serenade.
Gloomy winter has began,
it will deprive us of freedom,
be ready to greet boredom;
every sad look agrees it can!
Bears are lucky, they go into lethargy,
humans are awake and experience a long solitude;
Tic-Tac and Twitter will keep kids busy,
adults will do their chores with decreased fortitude!
In spring everything sounds merry like Mary,
stop by her small cottage and hear her singing;
she hands dainty flowers to anyone who's listening:
the catch, of course, is a contribution to her charity!
Gloomy winter has began, trees lose their leaves,
flowers their beauty, birds migrate to southern places;
although we like snow: we prefer warm weather,
not much we can do inside, but read the local paper!
I'll free my robin from the cage, he'll follow his buddies;
he loved summer and ate lots of bugs and warbled happily;
sadly, I will confine myself to the creation of new poetry:
Roxy, the golden retriever, will feed and watch her puppies!
As my soul dwells in your past
I kill for this moment to pass
Al though I smile
I find myself more and more suppressed
As if, your casket was buried in my chest
Yes, I breathe
For I believe
I am promised to leave
And I hate the winter
All the days of September
I hate the center of a broad frost December
And as the night expires
My fright assumes your desires
I feel I am not the child I used to be
The privilege of this substance abuses me
I hate to be the selfish man I have become
But as if it were fate
Sadness reigns past noon for some
I hate the winter
All the days of September
I hate the center of a broad frost December
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