Long Wintertime Poems
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Reaching a new year with a gleeful mood
Under a lucky star and a bright moon.
Guardian angels showing path of grace
Flowing and enlightening is my Faith.
An inspiring feel stirring me to rhyme
Enraptured by the warmth of wintertime.
Great blessings with every respiration
Beauty I owe to each inspiration.
God’s will sets a world for a devotee
Nature's wonders and a bel esprit.
Brimming with hope now, and ever I pray
A gift of life, health and wealth everyday.
When my time is rough, I turn tough and bold
From losses I learn and gain truths of gold.
My own paths I set of wishes and dreams
Shaded by love and light that ray and gleam.
For all gifts granted I praise God and bow
With every rebirth I renew my vows.
Heaven on earth I treasure and revere
To all my dearest ones, Happy New Year.
There’s a guy in a church wearing three pairs of socks
Kneeling by the candles stealing coins from a box.
There’s a guy on TV wearing three diamond rings
Stealing from the faithful while a gospel group sings.
You can label a man, but I swear it just goes to show you,
Don’t care how far you fall, someone’s always a step below you.
So let’s sing through the lonely time,
Sing the chorus to a nursery rhyme,
Let’s sing while the church bells chime
All the way, all the way home.
There’s a hush running deep through the wintertime woods;
Gotta cup your ear to hear the oughts and the shoulds.
There’s a nail through a board and it’s covered in snow
Lying on the trail between the stop and the go.
It’s the same song and dance, for I swear there’s a strong connection,
You can follow the signs and be led in the wrong direction.
But let’s sing when we feel distress
As we wander through the wilderness.
Let’s sing more and grumble less,
All the way, all the way home.
Lets sing of little joys that bring us happiness
All the way, all the way home.
Rosé are Red Violets are blue big time true?
You love me like violets are blue love you too
Happy Love Day to you your world's most happy day!
Your throne is among the great Healers!
Every time you shine big time daytime nighttime my body reels shakes for the blazing love you bring all the time at your feet my headrest as you pick me up in truth and wisdom does express love,s adoration has shaken and taken
emotions so silk
smooth delicate yet!
Wintertime spring up calm storms springtime combines what your climb has heightened my beloved come here now love calls! Tell it to the 4 winds that blow! What is the name of the one you called your most loved your heart desires you're whispered thoughts in the Lord's hands and ears often your
prayer of
wants.
And
Complete Surrender for and to you only!
Come here!
Come with a forceful.....
Kiss of Release! My lord be gentle.
Come here stand and touch pressured heat
beats upon my chest love always!
Come to a precise place we know!
Our secret garden come!
Where only love flows like a river brook! were I
trembled at your touch the time we first
really met!
come now!
Bring Anticipation! Hurry my love my given soul lover
ordained by the one and only true God of Love and Lord of lord,s
Hurry to assure me.
Come now quickly hurry! or answer this! What's the
name of
the Caressed Hearts
desired ascending and descending spirits of loves are mine
and yours
but
your attention is it me or another?
The most! Remembered!
Your Answer is
Blowing in the Eternal Wind's time the Forgotten
Tears.I will know the truth and the
truth shall set us free!
"Bears sleep all winter. Spring is their wake up call." Quote By Poet
All summer we have had fun,
playing and running down the mountain side.
My three brothers and I,
have grown from small cubs into teenagers in size.
Our mom said wintertime is coming,
snow will start to fall until springtime arrives.
Mom has been through,
many tough winters and heavy snows.
She has told us a bear's life is not easy,
mom loves to see us sleeping.
Restful sleep will be here when winter arrives,
dreaming will quickly pass the months away.
Winter is a quiet season for many,
as bears sleep so do the flowers and trees.
In spring all will awake,
awake to a world now filled with beauty and color.
I’m looking forward as I always do
to springtime -when the robin’s trills I hear
which come from trees which years ago we grew.
They bloom in early April. What great cheer
I feel to see them blossoming anew!
Two ornamental plum trees’ petals peer
out from green leaves. These trees, like sweet coquettes,
stand side by side displaying their florettes!
Lovely too is my ornamental pear.
She stands with dignity to the left side.
So sure am I that spring is in the air
on seeing her adorned like she’s a bride
decked out in white. I thrill to see her there -
a symbol that the wintertime has died.
My trees, for me, are signs that fragrant spring
has come with all the charm its colors bring.
Feb. 20, 2021
for the 'Spring' Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
By the grave I saw blacken snow flakes
Lightning flashed as I witness
Drawn down from blacken purple skies
Burst of brilliants, winter blast snow blind
Upon a midnight electrics static,
you came gently clanging
Deep into that darkness changing, snow blind
To warn me about the steady
That incremental isocheim - that incremental isocheim
Death shall bring trends
Eagerly I looked for tragedy, wintertime
The festivals alteration adjusting
The dynamics brought such sorrow, snow blind
I have dreams of flows misting snow men and women kissing
I crave the coolish, changeable climate
The cyclic cold snap contouring
Take thy gruel hot coal from out my heart
Come stand wit me twit the freezing blizzard
Come dear heart
Much I marveled the integrated icebox
The snow-covered snowplow steadying shoveling
So inviting is the thought…
To be frozen with me come not see will be so kind
If together we be 2 frozen lovers just snow blind
1/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A Spoonful of Snow
It's Christmas time, see
But doesn't have to be
Just as long as I'm doing
It's wintertime and it's snowing
When it snows it's flakes white
White as the clouds soaring in flight
Glitters so on the ground shines bright
Days and nights
Snows falls suddenly don't hear a sound
Frozen rain coming down
I remember mama making for me
A frozen ice desert ooh wee!!
Frozen Ice cold yum homemade Ice Cream
We would all the children scream
from a Spoonful of snow
Now here's what it took
To make this Delicious
Ice cream from the skies fallen down,
to the ground
Made of snow yum-yum,
you should try it your self, huh?
A cup of milk any will do;
One-third cup of sugar;
One teaspoon of Vanilla;
Enough for every little girl and fellow;
10 cups of clean white snow;
this equates to 46 spoonfuls;
Oh, A Spoonful of Snow
This is what I like in the winter;
Enough for every little girl and fellow;
Taste good more than you know;
A spoonful of Snow;
12/01/17
FOR CONTEST: CHRISTMAS RHYMES
Sponsored by "KIM RODRIGUES "
I walked down the alleyways of London
Early one edgy Friday evening.
I am a touring, curious resident, mind you.
The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and
With the hushed melody of frazzled fog.
I headed towards a snaky road, cobbled to fractured
Heels and hills, and stumbled upon
Oxford Street, famous for all manner of glitz
And devoted heartbreaks.
It was nearing winter, but not yet wintertime.
Autumn, hoar with age, and damp,
Was about to swallow her pride and go away —
And go the way of all flesh—
Leaving nothing behind but her gathered and swept-up
Wreaths of browned, aged, haggard leaves.
Oxford Street, the world's loudest bazaar,
A fattening roofless museum of couture
That runs on a long, broad and sinfully perfumed hall,
Peopled by men and women, ancient and modern,
Fogeys and hipsters,
Held fast to its deafening sound and picture of glossy, sexy lipsticks,
Redder than deer blood,
And assembled pieces of mascara,
So charming, so flimsy, on glass trays and wooden hooks,
Each selling much more than a fragile penny.
I inhaled and exhaled, culture dragging my feet, cloyed by
Sensations strongly adhered to by hissing smells of now and then.
I was shocked by the magic of flitting lights and fleeting senses.
Shoulders rubbed each other with shuffling, dragging gaits,
The rush needless and lacking in manners.
Should there be a fall from the height of Stevie Nicks' platform
Shoes, the grounds would rumble, ankles would dislocate, ‘HELP! '
Would be screamed beyond Beatles' decibels.
On Oxford Street, it's go your own way—beyond Fleetwood Mac.
I followed in the footsteps of only those who walked with caution.
Litters of shredded London Evening Standard smelled differently, rolled and
Spread out, reminding everyone, resident and tourist, of the
Elegance of the English alphabet, the fine fonts of printed almanacs.
The next man I stumbled upon his shoulder, a reserved newspaper
Vendor, the age of an embryo, yelled, Blimey!
Hosting my bent thorax upon his bale of hanging papers,
He asked, pulling me up with his one unfettered hand,
His breath on torture,
‘First time on Oxford Street, mate? '
‘Last, ' I mumbled.
Jack Frost is lurking; he’s nipping my nose
feather like snowflakes will soon start to fall
I stamp my feet - I can now feel my toes
winter will wrap her cloak around us all.
Soon I snuggle by the warming log fire,
outside the garden’s turning snowy white.
I watch the flames leap higher and higher
winter’s beauty is a glorious sight.
Children make snowmen in the falling snow
I watch them play; they are having such fun.
Their innocent faces are all aglow,
they stay outside until the day is done.
When winter departs, then in rushes spring
I love the changes each season will bring
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her rose is in the snow
as it mingled with a wintery glow
she was forever changed
but the rose still must find a forever
the petal's redness
becomes restless
in a dream of rosy, red streams
the calm waters changed pace
as if soft thunders sang dying lullabies
she is forever changed
but the rose raced to catch a rain
and still must find forever, such a pain
finding forever is like a rose
refusing to taste rotten on the tip of her tongue
or like a period keeping someone's prose from making a run
a rose
has saved lives-one soft red rose petal at a time
sublime, she said sublime
was the rose that saved her life-twice
a rose
who traced its stems to a heart
making all her dimming days dark
only to embrace the sun's face
a rose
saved her life again
of course, only in this bone chilling wind
oh yes, winter it was, she said
all while daring to write
and became someone else's star
let a rose be
wherever you are . . .
a poem lies still in the rose garden of wintertime.