Long Winter Poems
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Sans seed - it’s not Spring now - green grass concealed.
Cute, cuddly happiness with floppy ears.
White rabbits leap, in the fluffy snow field,
when the zephyr and flower disappears.
Plush wings that sink into the angel-snow.
Flapping in the thirst-quenching cold, faux-fur
envelopes limbs with a diamond glow.
Flurries dash from above, brighten dark fir.
Buried halfway - barrow and bicycles,
shrubs and bushes, and children of small size.
Melting ice reshapes into icicles -
nature’s decoration delights the eyes.
1/17/2023
12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Each time a new season arrives
I see again with eyes afresh
which one do I love best?
spring? summer? autumn? winter?
There's only one answer
I love them all anew
so fresh is each at start
then slowly they fade away
The wonders of spring
the promise of new life
each time my heart gladdens
opens wide to embrace
But then summer follows
such beauty everywhere
masses of colourful flowers
matched by beauteous butterflies
Fast on heels comes autumn
the Reds, Browns and Golds
harvests of all good things
the beauty of the bare trees
Last but not least
winter's icy fingers
hoar frost's on the trees
pure unblemished snow
How can one choose
so lets toast each one
for the beauty they bring
no contest no choice to make
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I moved onto the farm when I was eleven,
To the farm eroded of trees.
I’d stand on the hill in the middle of summer,
Unshaded in a blistering breeze.
Then the winter shook hands and my work it began,
Iron barrow, saplings, and a spade.
I planted, I nurtured, hundreds of trees,
Before I realised I’d been betrayed.
It took a plague of rabbits a week to destroy,
Every tree in my little plantation.
So I replanted each tree, surrounded with plastic,
In a war of land occupation.
Then the sheep we had, broke through a fence,
And devoured every little one.
Damn, new strategy, wire mesh for each,
The regrowth had, now, just begun.
Then a drought, “you’re kidding” every tree turned to dust,
Every tree I’d planted with care.
The drought broke when I was fifteen, so I replanted the hill,
Replanted on a wing and a prayer.
Now, thirty years since, you can’t see the hill anymore,
It’s blanketed by leaves on the trees.
You can now stand on the hill in the middle of summer,
Shaded with a cool, calm, comfortable breeze.
white owl flies low over snow to her hide,
from there she watches the snow melt each day,
holed in an old tree near barn by road side,
snow drops peering up, spring is on its way!
the winter has been tough lonely and cold,
hard to hunt pests hid under frozen ground,
“wings don't stretch easily may be too old”!
now advent of spring bring cheer of bird sound!
she prunes feathers like would bride for her love,
gleaming white with golden grey for a crown,
morning lights up! it is spring, it is now!
ready for season in white wedding gown!
daffodils waft hello as she glides past,
their bright yellow waves that border the lake,
the joys of fresh spring and long may it last,
a fat rat would make a good wedding cake!
in the hole she waits for night without moon,
eyes that see in the dark are such a boon!
N/A
Written 07/March/2021
Breath of Spring contest
Regina Mcintosh sponsored
sonnet with abab cdcd efef ghgh ii rhyme
10 syllables each line
The grass "dewed" in spring’s early morning shimmer
Upon a crocus lay an "alula" in the sun with a glimmer
A symbol of many flights on every "level" there is to be
Whether it be "solos" or those together, feeling free
Often at "noon" Robin hop across the sunny land
Their "stots" fun to watch, then so still they do stand
Summer brings the "pop" of fireworks in the sky to see
Hummingbirds, "kayak", cookouts and bumble bee
Fall for me can sometimes bring on a "doom mood"
As fun summer "sagas" end, squirrels scramble for food
Winter looms but "live not evil", for there is Christmas "Eve"
Followed by Christmas, a "tenet" most important to believe
Heidi Sands
9/26/18
*Placed 2nd in Palindromes 2 Contest.
One palindrome for each sentence.(oops one sentence has 2) Difficulty getting the bold to work for the words.
Dewed - Past tense verb of wet
Alula - Broken bird's wing
Level - Horizontal plane above or below given point
Solos - Plural for one singular person
Noon - Midday
Stots - Bounces
Pop - Explosive sound
Kayak - Canoe of a type used originally by the Inuit, made of light frame
Doom Mood - Feeling of things going badly or to get worse
Sagas - Long stories of achievement
Live Not on Evil - Choice not to live evil
Eve - Period of time immediately before an event
Tenet - Principle of belief, especially one of the main principles of religion
Look at that sun shining so bright,
I had such a good rest last night,
I do so much, just love this tree,
this is the best bed I’ve ever seen.
Old oak, old oak, my gentle friend,
I must go now and attend
to foraging treasures for my winter’s nest,
I’ll stage my very own, winter-fest.
Inviting friends to my lovely new tree,
we’ll dine on acorns, walnuts, chickpeas.
Perhaps we’ll have dried apples too,
there’s such a mighty harvest of foods.
Then we’ll bed down, in slumber deep,
in snugly warmth, this tree, we’ll keep.
7-28-2021
A BRIAN STRAND SONNET Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
I broke my ankle and my foot,
On a ski trip that we took.
My boot was loose it flew off,
Landing me in a pile of fluff.
I looked down and my foot was cockeyed,
The pain so intense I wanted to die.
My husband in shock as he arrived,
Frozen tears fell from my eyes.
Went to emergency,
With great urgency.
You have a dislocated ankle,
Said Dr. Stankle.
After putting it back in place,
Off to x-rays we did race.
"Well" said Stankle with a serious look,
"You also have a fractured foot."
"You'll need surgery in a few weeks,
Go home and try to get some sleep."
So I hobbled around in a cast,
Wish that I could change the past.
Surgery day came I couldn't wait,
Now I have screws and several plates.
I can't walk on my shattered foot,
In the near future I'll need a boot.
Walking and standing will come with time,
All because of something I liked.
lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and hills
took my mind off the cold from the late autumn chills.
there were signals that moved and tables that turned
and lights in the engines as if coal had been burned
frustrated by others who had gathered there too
I pushed them aside for a much better view.
I stood there transfixed and stared through the glass
at the landscape of plaster and fields of fake grass
I watched as the locos passed by on the track
to then vanish through tunnels somewhere at the back.
there were small plastic figures all standing in line
frozen on platforms and frozen in time
they weren't duly bothered they'd missed the last train
safe in the knowledge it would be round again.
Christmas was near and if things worked out right
I'd be playing with trains Christmas morn, noon and night
but I let out a sigh before turning to go
- I had already asked and my wife had said "no".
Intruding on old man winter,
His shadow boasting wintery steel
The gray of sorrow, the somber words
Broken pieces of a past
When no one could explain
The music, from time to time, make believe
Dreams, shadows speak
As the silence invades…
Still of night, buried and broken
Pieces of yesterday, a prayer
Seeking the wonder, the grace, the gentle
Of this moment, this day
When spring betrays the flakes,
Leaving the music of hope, a promise
Faith that whatever may be
There is always the miracle of God’s grace
The miracle who says we will see His face
One day we’ll see His face…
Spring bursts in, trespassing
On the wintery dreams,
Feelings blessed by joy and breathing
Spiritual hues, beautiful colors
Of a heart who hears
Not only the pansies, the daffodils
But the cherry blossoms,
The peach and apple tree
The hesitant embrace of a prayer
Softly spoken by souls who know
God is here – so near
In this laughing sun,
In the dewy caress of morn
Reviving the joy
Coloring life in promises
One day, yes one day
We’ll see Him
Face to face
Feel the love in His embrace
Comforted by the warmth
The tender music
A song who heals, restoring
Our faith, our praise
Whimsical tears, trembling
On the silence
A feeling, blessing away
The past, with all its notes
Of winter’s breath,
Tearing away the past
With all its words of doubt
We are one with grace
Who never stops
Believing, we offer Him our prayers
And all the praise
Praise that comes alive
For the heart who believes
In His light, His grace, His Son
The only One who came
To change our lives
And offer hope for a future
Where we can be complete
With everlasting love
Assured that we have Him,
Who is – in all truth – everything!
God Stands
When dust and time blot out my name;
And I rise to unknown strands,
And the whole world melts with fervent heat.
God Stands!
When the planets cease their movement;
Round the bright and shining sun,
And the elements blend together,
God has just begun.
When we lift our song together;
With flaming Angel bands,
On the tenth day of forever;
God Stands!
When kings and priests and armies;
Are crumbled in the dust.
When tanks and planes and rockets.
Have been consumed by rust;
When all our great intentions;
And all we think we know;
And all our brave ambitions,
Melt like winter snow.
God stands upon the silken rims;
Of time and infinity.
The stars are His pillows;
And endless space his sea.
When all we know and love are gone,
Our earth and sea and land,
When the elements melt with fervent heat.
God Stands!