Long Winter Poems
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Four fast friends and I sailed away to war.
Our dreams were fresh, and we owned forever.
On Omaha beach a shell took Trevor.
His sap of Spring gushed as blood and gore.
Joe’s gardens were the splendor of Summer.
Bright marigolds bloomed as his youthful kids.
One day he woke a viper from slumber
Leaving a widow with life on the skids.
Autumn’s leafy mosaic graced the ricks
With eye-popping colors down to the cricks.
Ben went for a cheerful leaf crunching stroll
Heart failing, in woods he fell with a roll.
Winter memories parade back to view
Medal of Honor friends pass in review.
Shedding tears for things that cannot be passed,
Will and I are racing to finish last.
The annual spring carnival's in town,
and my five senses are in for a treat.
For it is much more than rides and a clown,
this extravaganza is hard to beat.
Flamboyant colors hypnotize my eyes,
flaunting fantasies that seem surreal.
And to top it off, I could win a prize,
or some cash on the crown and anchor wheel.
It smells of peanuts and cotton candy,
amidst a cacophony of loud bells.
And the whole spectacle is jimdandy,
I can taste the flavors each vendor sells.
The rawhide feel of pitching a baseball
adds to the tactile sensations I feel.
And the noisy crowds are part of it all,
lost in the fervor, for nothing seems real.
Painted tents bloom like flowers in the spring,
popping up as soon as winter snows melt.
They're a traditional seasonal thing
that precedes summer, north of the Sunbelt.
(Quatrain)
8/2/2018
Returning home a wise ant
stopped to talk to a grasshopper bent
on singing all day and playing with girls:
as winter approaches and snow unfurls
covering and hardening all food to ice
gather and shelter or you’ll pay the price
For not preparing by thinking ahead
from cold and hunger you’ll be dead
being positive won’t change a thing
singing in winter doesn’t make spring
her words of wisdom grasshopper didn’t heed
from hunger and cold died indeed.
The ant in her home protected well
from wintry ice and snow as it fell
with food and milk from aphids’ paid rent
with family and friends her winter well spent
in peace and comfort because prepared ahead.
Today's regrets are yesterday's neglects.
Ninth Place Winner: Fire Bird-Short Story Poem-11/22/24
Honorable Mention-Crystol Woods-Allegory Fable-3/24/25
Snow falling—
Falling.
Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.
Snow falling—
Settling.
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the naked arms of nature
Bare of their green velvet capes.
Snow falling—
Drifting.
The spatula of wind
Smoothing mounds of marshmallow frosting
Billowy swirls
Of whipped immaculate splendor.
Snow falling—
Burying.
Obscuring the drab tired earth
Her deep wounds of time
Dissolving shadows of other seasons
That Spring may arise again.
Women look at us with haunting eyes,
Quiet depths where dreams swing, scattered gems,
What do we seek, perhaps, among rays and shadows, to embrace the dawn?
On pathways hidden beneath leaves, where love is whispered in the rustle of the wind.
Women gaze at us with velvety eyes,
Deep seas where yearnings swim, shining pearls,
What do we sway for, among waves and shells, to gather treasures?
On golden sands, where love rises within sea foam.
Women regard us with mother-of-pearl eyes,
Blue skies where dreams fly, glittering stars,
What do we desire, to soar among clouds and birds, toward the sun?
On wings of wind, where love is sung in the song of a zephyr.
Women watch us with eyes of fire,
Blazing volcanoes where passions ignite, consuming flames,
What do we search for, among lava and ash, to warm our hearts?
On cliffs of fire, where love melts in the glow of a volcano.
Women stare at us with eyes of ice,
Eternal snows where desires freeze, cooling crystals,
What do we wish for, among flakes and snowfall, to cool our souls?
On floes of ice, where love freezes in the chill of winter.
Women look at us with honeyed eyes,
Green fields where feelings blossom, fragrant flowers,
What do we search for, among wheat and poppies, to sweeten our life?
On meadows of honey, where love revives in the dew of the morning.
Women behold us with eyes of clay,
Fertile lands where emotions take root, ripened fruits,
What do we wish for, among furrows and seeds, to nourish our body?
On fields of clay, where love is nourished by the sap of the earth.
Women observe us with eyes of gold,
Holy temples where mysteries are kept, hidden treasures,
What do we search for, among columns and statues, to worship the goddess?
On altars of gold, where love prays in the silence of prayer.
Women look at us with eyes of dreams,
Fantastical worlds where magic happens, astonishing wonders,
What do we long for, among fairy tales and legends, to live out our story?
In realms of dreams, where love occurs in the enchantment of a spell.
Primordial begs a question. Precursor answers,
prior request. Clarity necessitates perspective
anchored. Pre-Genesis /\ Chapter 1: Verse 1 of
it being OUR EARTH-- / \ Verse 3 is the FIRST
LIGHT as our Daystar/ \as ALL LIGHTS trails
allies like------------ ------------Flora and
Fungi, plus \ /Fauna. Then
all four seasons.\ / Winter, Summer,
Spring, and Fall./ \To four elements
known matter, / / \ \ Earth, and air
water, and / / \ \ fire. Lastly,
humanity. / / \ \Man is Adam
And the / / \ \ Woman is
Eve. Says/ / \ \ clarity
cites / / perspective \ \ in a
lengthy / / expounded detailed \ \ point
of view./ / ALL LIGHTS, closing this \ \SHAPE
POEM \/FORM. Second LIGHTS that \/ came
post ALL LIGHTS—describes the Daystar that’ll
highlight in several varying details elaborately
formatted. Being that its duly noted as wisdom
dictate, values bring a wealth of common home
knowledge that everyone soon knows the truth.
of THE BOOK of GENESIS. Mom confessed to me
into its TRUE LIGHT as THE WORD OF GOD BE A
LIGHT AT OUR FEET--A BEACON UPON THE HILL.
Earth was made for humanity, we’re ALL LIGHTS
created as a sharing amongst ALL other LIGHTS
as it was written—now elaborated. Daystar are
LIGHTS that precedes ALL LIGHTS, plurally. The
WHYS & WHEREFORES like GENESIS, was written
and elaborated as well. GOD IS THAT LIGHT and
POINTS NOT TO GOD, AND DAYSTARS LIGHTS, US,
AND ALL LIGHTS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT LIGHT IS
ON RESERVE AS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL SAINTS--
KNOW “HOLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRINITY”:
GOD THE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FATHER,
GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE
SON, AND GOD VWVWVWVWVW THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PONTIFICATE: "Take to the floor and raise the roof -- Matthew 5:16"
Why? GENESIS Wherefore! REVELATIONS
"The Holy Trinity, THAT LIGHT, on a universal eternal role as THE CREATOR, cometh EARTH'S dawning as predecessors were processing, and an unsuspicious dark universe were ripe for there dawning by THAT LIGHT."
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT, AMEN.
I made my resolution
I will go to bed early every night
So that I can get a proper sleep
I will not stay up past my bed time
Because I will jeopardize my sleep schedule that
I made for me
I made my resolution
I must love myself before I love others
I made my resolution
I am happy with the friends I have
They are very caring
I made my resolution
This is a new year
Full of surprises
Also we are having a mild winter
I am very happy about that
Lots people underestimate me
I know that I am a genius
That writes good poetry
Every single day
Poetry is the gift that God
Gave to me
And I am using that gift
Writing poems
If I don't use that gift
I will lose it
And that would be the worst thing
I could do for me
Also I am working long hours
Writing poems
I don't miss a day writing poem
Also in my poems there is a message
That I am sending to God's people
I hope God's people will be hungry to
Receive my message
I just can’t wait till Christmas
I just can’t wait till Christmas
With thoughts of ice and snow
And Santa in his bright red suit
Shouting ho ho ho.
Flying with his reindeer
With presents on his sleigh
Delivering them all by midnight
For us on Christmas day.
We put lights and bobbles on the tree
We do it every year
And a sign post in the garden
That says Santa please stop here.
He comes right down our chimney
With presents in his sack
And we leave him milk and cookies
So he can have a snack.
I wonder what I`ll get this year
As I know just what I’d like
I hope I get a scooter
A skateboard or a bike.
We`ll dress our dogs like reindeer
In little reindeer suits
Put little antlers on their heads
And four black shiny boots,
Listening to our favourite songs
Played by a big brass band
As we take a trip to Edinburgh
Through the winter wonder land.
Hats and scarves and gloves on
As we wrap up nice and tight
With the markets lights and funfair
It`s really quite a site.
Merry go round and rollercoaster’s
And a ride on the Christmas train
The big wheel and Santa`s grotto
Then we do it all again.
Everyone’s on holiday
And their faces all aglow
Their worries left behind them
Like footprints in the snow.
Crepe`s and chocolate pancakes
And strawberries on a stick
Sweets and treats and doughnuts
And I get to take my pick.
But my favourite is the great big tree
That`s too big for my home
And it really smells like Christmas
As we go inside the dome.
With lights and decorations
Like you`ve never seen before
They`ve travelled the world just for a glimpse
And they`re queued right out the door.
With winding vines of holly
Around the pillars it does grow
And no matter what the weather
They always have some snow.
Then Christmas day is best of all
With presents under the tree
There is some for mum and some for dad
But most of them for me.
Unwrapping all my presents
And nothing has been missed
I got everything I wanted
On my Christmas list.
Everyone comes for dinner
And dad fills up his belly
Then snores for an hour on the couch
As were watching Christmas telly.
Now I just can’t wait for Christmas
As I count the days and pray
But mum just shakes her head
And says its only boxing day.
5:02 AM Eastern Time Monday,
December 21
Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
40.2562° N, 75.4638° W
Daylight 7:21 am – 4:39 pm
9 hours, 18 minutes
Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright
imperceptible increments of daylight
increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight
as I imagine myself
Icarus fearlessly gaining height
blindly heading into sunbeam light
strongly advised courtesy experts to travel
toward nearest star at night,
nevertheless unbeknownst plight
awaits me should foolhardiness
skew sense and sensibility right
off kilter yours truly blithely soars
reins of waxed wings held tight.
Plus I, a garden variety generic guy
aging long haired pencil neck geek
who presently wonders why,
rare astronomical phenomena
hashtagged great conjunction doth defy
illusory phenomena whereby,
two largest planets of solar system
Jupiter and Saturn separated in the sky
by and bye
6 arcminutes at their closest point,
which was the closest separation
between the two planets since 1623.
Inhabitants upon solar systems far and wide
will find Earthlings and aliens alike
their curiosity well supplied
out of world event
sponsored courtesy monopolists,
who govern Geico and Nationwide
renown companies insuring property on hillside
made of ticky tack
indirectly, fueled, impacted, and launched
segregation and next of kin apartheid.
Unfair injustice heaped mainly
upon persons of color
playing race card basic rights to win
i.e. those beautiful people
gifted with darker skin
think swarthy complexion.
Hence motive to join reparations committee
(no time to wait)
linkedin with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian Fellowship albeit remotely
suddenly aware white privilege,
I (sheepishly admit) ashamedly state
an unspoken mandate
to be positive force and help negate
(at least when I feel better -
yours truly plagued with panic attack)
and help eradicate
white supremacists trumpeting hate.
There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light.
Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains,
scratching a living using their rope and reins
A few were happy when it came time to tell,
but many of them were just sadder than hell
Cause most of them ended with some poor old soul
lying all alone in a forgotten hole
There's a story I recall about a man,
that made his way north from the wide Rio Grande
Arlie he was called by those that new him best
folks round the Rockin Bar J just called him Tex
When the punchin’ all played out Tex left his home
in search of somewhere with enough space to roam
He found Montana where mountains scraped the sky
with enough space where he could live right or die
Tex knew a few summers and could feel his age
whenever Montana snows covered the sage
He felt time too quickly closing in on him
his hearing was fading, and his sight was dim
Round the bunks they told of a stallion named Ghost
catchin’ him would give a man the right to boast
They said that horse can’t be caught by any man
so all through the winter Tex worked on a plan
Tex had studied that hoss and knew he was smart
the cunning of a fox with want in his heart
There wasn’t a horse that could match his pace
Tex knew he won't beat him in a flat out race
Summer had run long, this one hotter than most
Tex laid his plan to get that horse they called Ghost
With hellfire in his eyes and his nostrils flared
Ghost come down from the mountain lookin’ for mares
Now Old Tex was ready to play out his plan
he’d strung out three horses across the grassland
Twenty miles apart those geldings stood ready
for an eighty mile stretch Tex could ride steady
Tex spotted Ghost silhouetted 'gainst the sun
that horse stomped and glared then took off in a run
Ghost was in the lead and Tex brought up the back
but Tex’d studied his foe and knew where he'd track
Towards Rattlesnake Butte that stallion did run
was heading straight into that bright morning sun
'cross dried grass and sage Ghost never skipped a beat
Fast as a Chinook through that Montana heat
Ghost was fast and Tex saw him pulling ahead
but they’d reached the exchange and Tex mounted Red
Red was sure footed and as fast as the breeze
and he started closing up that gap with ease