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Oh Winter, with your icy heart
Your cold beauty sets you apart
But time to ease your steely grip
Soon springtime's turn must start
Oh Winter, your fires burning low
New life stirring in the earth below
Bide your time until next year
Hearts long for springtime's glow
Oh Winter, we keep our love for you
But long for skies of blissful blue
We need to know the seasons turn
And the earth once more is born anew
1/20/13
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in the summer days of melting ice-cream
joy and laughter as the young players scream
delighting in the bays ebb and flow, wet
with not a care in the sun it would seem
The sand and breeze do not exact a low
but increase the pleasure as the young go
they laugh and build damp castles so mighty
enjoying the game when the sun's on show
running and diving they submerge in rhyme
the summer vacation a warming mime
a brief interlude that will soon be cool
encapsulates passing of seasons time
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in the summer days of melting ice-cream
joy and laughter as the young players scream
delighting in the bays wet, ebb and flow
with not a care in the sun it would seem
The sand and breeze do not exact a low
but increase the pleasure as the young go
they laugh and build castles and abide time
enjoying the game when the sun's on show
running and diving they submerge in rhyme
the summer vacation a warming mime
a brief interlude that will soon be cool
encapsulates passing of seasons time
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Sitting in the summer rays,
against what the doctors say,
I sip tea and look at clouds,
And watch children play
motionless days, long and lazy
Summer made fire skies orange hazy
but we know the good times won’t last
and the summer love won’t stay see,
because the seasons push on,
and like a hit summer song
they ring true for but moments and fade
and now then summer too is gone.
And in autumn we contemplate leaves
the colors that crowd the graves
and we reminisce the sun,
and ride the seasons waves.
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interlocking rubaiyat
Vain reason enters our showplace
as gender switches some embrace.
Disclosing distorted incline,
our sexuality they debase.
Serving a selfish bottom line
has our culture begun its decline?
God gave up on the Romans for such;
He left them alone by design.
Looking around my world I see
a grand display of majesty.
Seasons, changes of temperature,
prove a power greater than me.
Creation speaks to this creature
convincing me of God's stature.
He provides us wisdom with grace,
hope that redeems our flawed nature.
November 9, 2021
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There is no question of despair
Till for me there is someone dear
My pleasures and sorrows to share
I do not feel I am alone
Along with me travel all seasons
Dreams and thoughts are my companions
I have so many relations
I do not feel I am alone
The moon, the sun, the twinkling star
Are close to me, although so far
With the world I am on a par
I do not feel I am alone
If I have to play my own part
With my "self" peeping through my art
With the Omnipresent in my heart
I do not feel I am alone
© Iqbal A. Rashid. 2010
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It's the dog days of summer that endure
burning deep into September's demure
when cooler temperatures and winds should blow
fostering the change of summer heat to autumn allure.
The humidity still clings upon the air to lay upon the skin
and pool water filters swirl where children spin
benath cloudless skies of brilliant hues of blues
even dogs sprawl upon the dry grass to roll and spin.
The summer harvest is ready for the picking
pumpkins, squash, corn and straw mixings,
a changing blend of seasons forever entwined
with one beginning and another ready to stop ticking.
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As chilly breezes harsh and cold
cause bones to shake in young and old
we know for sure that winter's here
the time when deep freeze takes hold.
Through nippy nights that freeze the ear,
we moan and groan, complain and sneer.
When topsoil thaws and shoots peek through,
springtime returns her joys to share.
Hot summertime is next in queue,
and how we wish her days were few
but "come on! have some reason now"
In winter you, impatient grew.
Soon milder breeze will bathe your brow
as fall God's great glory avow.
We wish the show would never end
of hues and views that thrill and wow.
Do not live looking round the bend.
Treat each season much like a friend.
Enjoy the blessings each day lend
and let your soul God's praise extend.
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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
Angel L V sponsored
Interlocking Rubaiyat poetry contest!
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It’s been three years since I began
this journey towards more rounded man;
a number cruncher by my trade,
but something new I’d try my hand.
I thought I might a poet be
when someone softly said to me,
your hidden talents you should share
for all the outside world to see.
And so with quill in hand did start,
and from within, my thoughts impart
upon the parchment with my pen,
its oozing ink spilled from my heart.
I wrote of nature, life, and love,
emotions deep and thoughts thereof;
celestial bodies over head,
the sun, the moon, the stars above;
the changing seasons to be sure,
and passing time we all endure;
the death of friends who’ve left this life;
and poems that seemed a bit obscure.
And so it’s been for three years time
I’ve wooed you with these simple rhymes
in hopes you might enjoy my thoughts,
but seems my words are past their prime.
Now waning views my dreams betray,
but doesn’t matter anyway
who reads my weathered words because
my heart has nothing left to say.
August 20, 2020
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The Four Seasons…
It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine.
The wine was so divine, made my blossoms glow.
The spring is for the youth, makes everything shine.
Summer came and I was older, full of joy.
I was in love, and love taught me to enjoy.
I was flying, kissing, dancing having fun.
Didn't know that the end is there to destroy.
The autumn was yellow, tired, full of pain.
My garden was there but flowers lived in vain.
The nightingales departed, my youth as well.
I could not see the way, clouds were crying rain.
Now is winter and winter promises cold.
I am there but alone, with no one to hold.
The garden is barren, empty, no more youth.
The only thing is there, is me that is old.
10/24/18 Haloo
This poem is in the form of "Rubaiyat", it is the plural form of Rubai. Rubai is a quatrain with rhyming of AABA. Each Rubai is a book by itself, it starts and ends within the quatrain, but when it's in a form of Rubaiyat, it follows the single theme with the same meter throughout. Poetrysoup has a good explanation of this format.
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Nature constantly calls to man through wondrous colors and endless song
As stewards of her magnificent beauty, to lend respect while yet, we're strong
Seek wisdom in her silent messages brought to bear as seasons change
So our children may inherit a beautiful legacy and learn to live healthily and long
Blessed is our world with four elements, earth, wind, water and fire
Given to sustain perfect balance, by maintaining nature's desire
They preserve these sacred cathedrals in which creation may freely worship
Wherein all souls may congregate, finding peaceful respite and aspire
The glorious sun spreads brilliant light and heat, as it feeds, it heals
The wind blows, wherever guided; dispersing sleeping seeds
And rain falls in the right measure to sustain in and out of time
As Mother Earth retains her fertility while blissfully she serves our needs
This oneness, so sublime, exemplifies sweet serenity which exudes
Reminding us that in harmony, we would long exist if peace, we include
Earth would remain a haven in the universe, where God's creatures may fully thrive
To ignore stressful pleas would usher in dark days, and life as we know, will elude
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For John's Freeman's "Rubbiyat" Contest
Inspired by a photo of tranquility in nature
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Our Labor Day has come and gone, and now
it's back to school for kids, and yet somehow,
most think our summertime has bid goodbye;
but it has weeks ahead to shine, endow.
Our eyes can see green leaves still on the trees;
more time for walks in parks and picnic sprees.
The sun is warm most days, and nights still lend
more daylight hours for fun that we can seize.
Oh, days of summertime, your stay's cut short
by our assumed events that must abort
'earth's calendar' to acquiesce with needs
in planning our lifestyles, which do distort
dear nature's timetable of seasons' bliss,
when warm, delightful days we do dismiss,
because our mindset is to move along
ahead of time, not caring what we miss.
By end of our July, the stores are filled
with Halloween, Thanksgiving...overkilled.
No wonder our minds shift to autumn scenes,
and summer days lay waiting, unfulfilled.
'Haste does make waste', a classic adage says.
Let's stop, enjoy each season, it's full phase.
Our summer is a gem bestowed by earth...
its wonder does shine thru September days.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Dog Days Endure
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Judged: 12/01/2018
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