Long Wintry Poems
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February's air is not really that frigid,
I stay warm in my fleece jacket
and insulated brown boots;
I'm also wearing a wool hat
I bought a month ago in Lake Placid,
its color is green and smells of spruces.
I have walked past pine groves
without the glowing eyes of owls,
a light breeze brushes them against
the mystical night with nebulous stars;
their branches are stiff and would be broken
if the wintry wind, taking a snooze, swept
them hard when nobody is woken.
Nostalgic thoughts make the cold blood warm,
their images appear amid silver shadows
reflecting a moonlight unsteady and vague;
unafraid as always, I go past them
not fearing ghosts or howling wolves,
and even less the ravaging snowstorm
about to approach soon. I'm thinking of Prague
where the temperature is much colder and
walking through the cobblestone streets,
one sees the magical Christmas unfold...
snow on red rooftops and Marionette Puppets.
So often up the hill we trod this path,
A simple thatch-roofed croft our goal,
Our shared safe haven, now so long ago.
Little we cared about the wintry blasts
That tested every sinew to the core.
Steadfast, our own four walls withstood
The ofttimes howling stormforce all around.
This was our forever place, our mutual pleasure,
On which again I gaze, now bent with age.
Our carefree youthful footsteps I've retraced.
Can the mind's eye so soon diffuse
And fade a face so well defined and loved ?
Perhaps, in sleep, a soft-edged memory appears,
A resurrection in some distant place,
Then gone again in morning light.
Twin-barbed, remembrance is both sweet and sour,
Joy and sadness intertwined, as were we.
Sad for things that are no more, our perfect harmony,
Kind thoughts exchanged, yet joyful still
In equal measure.The passing years will not diminish
Or erase the loving heartfelt words you penned
For me in sweetest rhyme. Held ever close
Within my heart, they are forever you,
A dear and lasting treasure, as our love lives on.
Blanket of Stardust Love by Linda Marie Sweetheart
"Blanket of Stardust Love"
beneath a blanket of stardust, soft melodious refrain
enchants golden moonlight while whispered words of love proclaim
affection and devotion sprinkled with snowflakes in horse drawn carriage
red velvet box tied with silvery bow, proposing lifelong marriage.
as sequined stars illuminate heart pattern of design
in wintry atmosphere pure warmth engaged emotions mine
an aura of sweet ambiance encircled as true turtledoves
caressed by kisses under a blanket of beautiful stardust love.
we pledged our special vows 'neath Summer's canopy twilight
upon a sandy beach in private alcove of joyous delight
through many years of tears and pain of heartache and sharing
your love was ever at my side for comforting and caring.
these golden years have fashioned journies we conquered together
love grows stronger when two blend one even in stormy weather
the depth of feelings increases as tender time rolls by
but in the end, through thick and thin, there remains you and I.
we celebrate our life so grand and thank God everyday
for bringing our paths to collide in His own precious way
in retrospect fond memories radiate love's glow
as stardust hovered over our hearts and started an irreversible flow.
Poem written by Linda Marie Sweetheart in 2012 before she left us for her heavenly abode. This is being reproduced here to honor her loving memory and muse with this post which is also being entered into -
The Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Posted on June 28, 2020
Love, sometimes
Let’s a heart go, silently
Without one word
Never questioning, never
Searching for the hope
That she might stay,
Yes, she might delay, settling
For the heart who adores
Love, it seems
Forgets the caress
Can sometimes leave
Footprints, traces of passion
Intimacy, breathless
Promises, teasing memories
Alive in the shadows
Sharp glimpses of light
Love, while warm
Might leave a wintry nip,
Chilling the bones
Where there once was
Gentleness beyond
Sensitivity – emotional
Camouflaging, in crisp, smooth
Colors, hues of affection
Love, inspired
By the kindness
Abiding in the thought,
Always praying soft
On the heart who knows
Her bleeding portrait,
Mysterious, twisting in
Tangled whispers, eventually
Leading away the victims
Heartbroken, forlorn prisoners
Love, it’s light
Rains hope into the dawn
Kisses the fallen
Soul, the one who only
Know the joy that
Stirs, trembling, through
Those who know the truth,
The beauty, the grace – the way
Love, that can’t stay away
Love, that will never fade
Love, glowing
At the center of every
Dream,
Beyond the weakest
Fear or doubt,
Shimmering like the stars
Reflecting what it means
To give with the heart
Who loves unconditionally
Love brings joy and peace
Rouses laughter
And faith…
Restores dreams –
Love is everything
Seeing the flower on the bench
Mrs. Knight love was tighten using the rose as a wrench
Her beloved knight who sent Vancouver filmmakers packing
Shooting scenes of Avalanches attacking
Safety coming first
Without making anyone's bubble burst
Now that wintry fret
Was just something to forget
Losing her loyal coyote, you know
In the falling snow
When will he return?
Should she be concerned?
Questions Mrs. Knight must ask
Wondering if her husband had a mask
Stars are still at the top
This adventure is not going to stop
Honeymoon has been a delight
Not a debatable fight
Soon she would see the golden locks in sight
And they will leave with everything all right
At the mountainous peak
This faithful knight received a peck on the cheek
Delivered by a star
Being one’s guard
Thanking him for his time
An act unable to decline
But what he really missed
Was getting kissed
From his wife
That was present for life
Mrs. Knight
Grounding his might
Putting the hero stuff in proper light
Nature’s Decay and Rebirth 10-23-25 Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours waiting for rebirth.
Aster means star
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Nature’s Decay and Rebirth
Astral groans transcend fall gardens,
Aster stars decay in shock waves
Fresh petals turn to star flowers of straw
Like impotent stardust.
Bathed in breath of frosty kisses
Like a cold celestial caress
Autumn’s stars wilt in twilight’s pregnant sighs
Chrysalis’ for new life.
Beating hearts of crumbling seed heads -
Like the imploding red dwarf -
Release their nebulas of umber seeds
With interstellar pods.
On solar winds like shooting stars
These explorers seek for warm soil
And nascent cosmos glide into deep space
Seeking rivers of stars
From clouds of frigid decay set free
A stellar garden rises up
Aster galaxies freed from vernal wombs
To dazzle stargazers
Upon my sunshine when yesterday rains
Dwelling in my present uninvited
Clueless of today's closing arguments,
The joy of tomorrow my new-dawn claims
No point whispering to lovelorn woes
When I can sweet-talk to portrait of love,
And paint my canvas in vibrant brush-strokes
Exactly as I wish to see you tomorrow
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
If the past takes back to a wintry storm
And all I recall is the shrouded form
I think of the way the seasons change
As the Spring of tomorrow shines your day
Yesterday's twilight warns dusk of today
Stars of the night don't come out every day
But hope is eternal and patience does pay
If I wait till tomorrow, I will have my say
When glorious daybreak smiles on my sky
Vanquishing doubts my dreams fly high
Not a hint of the known obstructs my view
As the allure of tomorrow I rejoice in you
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
November 15, 2018
Placed first in the Tomorrow poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand select 7 contest by Brian Strand
April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?
The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?
The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?
April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!
Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!
April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!
But wherever you are, I no longer want to be:
for you are thunderstruck moonlight,
and I am a scarred sunset ~ a secret in saffron,
melting into the myth that floats forever,
within silenced dunes of scorpion stones,
where the cryptic coldness of sand feels like~
Cupid’s daggers piercing through
my aching skin and bones.
Frost-kissed vines wrap around
my wintry heart,
screaming for a sacred release
from the tethered torment
of satanic sapphires,
breathing within the haunted caves
of unending nightmares ~
and the twilight that wanes
behind flatlined promises.
Tonight, I feel like arrows of angst,
ricocheting within these woeful walls
of my melancholic mausoleum,
mirroring the heat of a burning breeze ~
like an epitaph lost in the sweltering air.
The clover of golden green glimmers,
like fireflies around my wrists,
luring distant ravens,
croaking above paralyzed dreams,
to untangle the crooked lines of lies,
crawling within clouds of comfort,
oblivious to Lilith’s serpent slithering
around my fragile feet in slow cadence,
pushing me to the darker dusks
drawn above the prying
valley of putrid prunes,
where these wistful musings
will remain as mere voiceless ashes,
cremated in vain,
with flames of forgotten folktales
echoing as faded music within a glass urn.
So, if tomorrow I’m gone, remember me ~
I still breathe silver snippets of hope,
a frozen quiescence,
etched in seven arcs of stardust,
longing to be anywhere but here.
Perhaps as the last verse of your poem,
or could I be the lone rose,
forever thriving in the galactic gardens of love,
where hate and greed, tangled in
jinxed jewels,
dissolve into nothingness ~
like rusted ribbons of the crestfallen lunar.
I hope lilacs and lavenders will bloom
in hypnotic hues, to calm raging rivers flowing
within the arctic arteries of a dark poet,
longing for a home
away from hellish hands,
so I can serenade songs of survival
and rhapsodies of resilience,
while watching every tear I’ve shed
crystallize into pearls and diamonds,
like born-again stars in violet skies.
Did I sing Happy Birthday 2 you?
Or would that make you feel very blue
It could have been that attitude
That you get without any sleep
Waking up with sweat even know there wasn't any heat
Baby face is back
And he wants to attack
Those lovely collegiate dreams you conjure up
While studying to all ends of the night like a tired pup
Despite not living on elm street
The abstract idea can still be sweet.
Now in this second go a round
Death still has not brought you down
And with no time to frown
There are experiments abound
At this age
What type of visions would get the page?
Maybe it could come from the CW comic strip
Since you all think the flash thing is very hip
Off to time travel we go
Like ground hounds wanting to stop the wintry blow
With that one plot
Filmmakers gave the story a shot
Stating there is a point
When using that joint
The academics thoughts are so high
No one wanted to tell yesterday goodbye
Now that this is the end of another twenty-four-hour period
You may want to hear it
While creeping closer to the final day
When we all say
At the mass to remember your past
Dedicated to you
Reminding us not to screw
Or Baby Face will appear
Saying my dear, my dear, my dear
You have much to fear
Happy Birthday 2 U
I am done talking and I am through.