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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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A floral delight
has survived autumns plight
plunged into winter
this rose has might
a decadence array
glimpsed by the moons rays
the thorned friend shall never end
around it's bloom children shall play
the end of yet another season
gives us thought and reason
to ponder the how and why
the plan at mind the overall lesson
that brought forth this flower
in all its glory and power
to end all rivals quest for the same
minute by minute hour by hour
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And I can smell the windswept pine
Warmly holding hands, yours in mine
We move against the coming night
Our aching bodies drawing the line
Through the snow we lightly play
Laughing madly, in love we stay
Back to our cabin of logs and love
As the sun dwindles to a single ray
Bathed in firelight, glistened in sweat
We roll and writhe and love and yet
We two stripped and licked by flame
Fuelled by amore and desirous inset
These presents we give each our hearts
Bound together we lay upon fiery hearth
As winters coat enwraps this self bounty
We shall never be alone or torn apart
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The roadway's blocked with drifts of snow,
by winter winds that howl and blow.
And ominous clouds clot the sky,
beneath a sallow sun's faint glow.
House calls get performed on the fly,
even though I'm no longer spry.
But a country doctor's no good,
unless he is willing to try.
Experience; says that I could,
but first, I'll gather more firewood.
For nights gets cold when it turns black,
and some have frozen where they've stood.
My tired feet plow a winding track
through frozen fields on my way back.
And yet, I'm prouder than they know
of that baby born in a shack.
(Interlocking Rubáiyát)
3/12/2015
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A Winter Walk
The evening winds
Almost to close
And I must venture
Out the door.
My winter walk
A daily muse
A cold brisk night of
New fresh snow,
Pull on my boots and
Out I go.
My single steps upon the snow
Repeat to mind
A child long ago.
Amazed enlightened all with awe
Crystal glistens low and tall
Lowly bent the graceful limbs
Praising earth in humble wind.
Silence……but a single flake
Makes its way upon my face.
I walk in rarest wonder
Silent darkness glows
Mesmerizing every breath
Forgetting all my woes.
For this is earth
A heavenly place
It’s meant for us and free
So I must take my winter walk
And celebrate the eve.
Jeralynn B. Clark
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Icy rains pelt angrily the ground,
Shacks and huts though unstable, sound.
The king that reigns is keeper of pride.
His flaws, outside seem most profound.
His butler doth usher him inside.
But this rainy country's summer's akin, "Bide
Thy time, fore the Winter's forlorned grasp
Is brought on by the tide." she sighed.
She awoke that night by the window's rasp.
Cracked slightly, snow filtering, copper handle grasped;
The curtains they writhed and came unwound.
Frozen with shock she stay as the Wind unclasped...
Winter winds had come, blew away his love, unfound
Love is war as his heavy ring is round
Himself was he lost in all the while
As he was the Wind, his words Winter sound...
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DOG DAYS
The gnats of Summer days bring frustration
In your eyes, up your nose, so much aggravation
But they are to always be expected
So why create such a sensation
Enjoy the wonderful Summer days ahead
Without expounding on Winter days to dread
Days when we will wish we had some gnats
Regardless of the remarks previously said
Dog days and gnats go hand in hand
Just like beaches, surfboards and sand
Summer is a time for great relaxation
Days of vacation that prove to be grand
My suggestion would be take time to unwind
Commune with Nature and I think you will find
That Summer is perhaps the best time of all
For sheer carefree living and great peace of mind
4 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
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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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IF IT’S AUTUMN, CAN WINTER BE FAR BEHIND?
Whose woods these are I’ve no idea
But my little horse sure thinks he’s queer
His house ain’t in the village no more
He promised he wasn’t stopping here.
Between the woods and frozen shore
Live many people rich and poor -
On the darkest evening of the season
They watch at every window, every door.
They think the weather’s dreadful freezin’
But feel that it is almost treason
To not watch woods fill up with snow;
Doing otherwise seems contrary to reason.
Bells a-shake, dark, deep in the snow,
Their heroes murmur sounds so low.
For these people Frost is someone they know:
There’s Jack outside and Robert below.
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NOTE:
I simply couldn’t resist a parody of Robert Frost.
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I think to myself: I’m safe; I am sound.
Crime in this neighborhood rarely is found.
Night’s dwelling means peace on my little street,
yet thoughts in my head go round and around.
Whose safety can really be certain these days?
On trees out my window I cast my gaze.
They bear a burden the winter has brought.
On their frail limbs the new fallen snow stays.
In some other city, someone else peers
out her window too, but this woman hears
a sound. Oh! It comes from inside the house!
She turns, horrified, as evil appears. . .
Her murder, once known, will prove compelling.
Snow trees are silent; they won’t be telling
whether the killer was someone she knew,
yet a monster broke into night’s dwelling.
for nette onclaud's "Into Night's Dwelling" Poetry Contest
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I waited as I always do
for at this time what would ensue!
It happens in the month of May.
Like clockwork, it again came true.
It was a quite nice, sunny day
as I drove up on my driveway,
beside which stands a lovely tree
nearby where starlings like to play.
I saw those starlings soaring free,
and as they swooped, enchanting me,
to my front porch my eyes were drawn.
Can you guess then what I did see?
Five rose bushes my eyes fell on -
the only bushes by my lawn.
Though all through winter they’d been dead,
they’ve greened up with cold weather gone.
Spring’s here for sure. Yes, winter’s fled,
and never have I been misled
by Mother Earth. I’m welcomed each
mid-May by that first rose of red.
Written a few days after May 16, 2022
Posted May 25, 2022 For Sotto Poet's Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
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Spring, Summer, and Autumn are Her rival,
but they all pale to Winter's arrival.
She is less subtle than the other three,
so shelter's a matter of survival.
Jack Frost is tethered to Her every whim
and She enjoys exclusive use of him.
She's fond of the art that He chisels on
windowpanes, though frost is but a prelim.
Winter's an artist; freezing flakes of snow,
She sculpts an iceberg archipelago.
She is a master of frozen beauty,
and a heartless generalissimo.
I saw a few tumbling snowflakes today,
harbingers of many more on their way.
For it's getting below freezing outside,
and the children have gone inside to play.
Suddenly, the sky is feathered with flakes
of confetti; Winter won the sweepstakes.
And when Her season becomes official,
She'll rule over all lands, rivers, and lakes.
(Rubaiyat)
Nov. 16, 2018
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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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Inhale a dawdle in hot days like these
The warmth of Summertime can still bring ease
Don’t hasten full speed to Autumn’s brisk nights
Feel the vehemence in the ardor breeze.
Azure oceans shall still embrace you, my sweet
In the eager pebbled shore dip your feet
The water is still fervid, so enjoy
the marvel of impetuous heat.
No pressure to move ahead to Autumn
Too soon after that Winter shall succumb
There’s still time for the sun to bestow cheer
And lend an ear to the Hummingbird’s hum.
Nurture your garden with relaxation
May the flourishing bring hope’s sensation
Keep your lilies blossomed for sweet nectar
Encompass yourself in God’s creation.
Don’t introduce your rake to nature yet
For it is still Summer, so don’t you fret
The leaves are not crimson or medallion
sense grace in the warm tangerine sunset.
The Dog Days Endure Poetry Contest
10 syllables in each line
Gregory Barden
October 1, 2018
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While preparing for my five-day holiday, I chanted, Yo ho ho ho!
As I packed most important thing, I was in full whistling jaw
So many stuffs to take, didn’t know what bag could make
Shifting taste left my first girl-things inside an unchosen portmanteau.
As I finally landed to a delightful holiday scenery far, far away
I tried to enjoy a whole-day tour ‘though uneased at first red bay
With nudging ebb, running through jeans and winter clothes
I ricked my leg and nose… limited smiles to dazzling view array
So many places to go with lots of panorama to see and meet
But feeling restless ‘till sunset, with porous pads I needed flag retreat
The first night I checked in a hotel, I nastily worried and panicked
Nowhere to find my gears… unbudgeted, I paced three at night market
I was going around cool places in a bus, but didn’t climb a tower
When shopping beauty- foods started, I was thinking of hotel hair blower
To dry up my wet gears in manteaux ‘till midnight before another day
That’s my biggest disaster but I’d survived like I was in a House of Big Brother.
Oct. 21, 2016 1. 45am
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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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Pleeeez… stop your whining and complaining
Agreed, dog days of summer are straining
Let's make the most of these hot sunny days
Might as well call friends, be entertaining
Come and sit in our air conditioned house
Remember your swimsuit and grab your spouse
We'll pretend we're on a resort island
Cool off and have some fun at our clubhouse
Let's appreciate the sun from inside
Where from the scorching weather we can hide
Sipping margaritas and coladas
Let's have fun so come along for the ride
Let's enjoy the cool waters of our pool
Stop being negative, don't be a fool
Later in the shade enjoy the evening
Remember what's summer's number one rule
Remember your whines when winter winds blow
And you're out shoveling a foot of snow
This stretch of heat'll be over soon enough
Make yourself useful, open the Bordeaux
We can't be wishing all our days away
How quick will come the Christmas holiday
Years fly by without any extra help
We sure can't wish our life away
Read on air by invitation ~ June 9, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on September 16, 2018 for contest THE DOG DAYS ENDURE sponsored by GREGORY R BARDEN
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I fell asleep one winter night
Besides the fire burning bright
I wandered into the land of dreams
In which I saw an awful sight
I saw myself to be a man of means
Living in a mansion between the streams
Destined to live alone as an ugly giant
Despite the luxuries envied by the queens
Children fled as they perceived me a tyrant
Didn’t understand I was compassionate and pliant
I sought their company to love and play
Teach them virtues and not be defiant
A little girl walked up to me one day
Said she isn’t frightened of me anyway
Wanted to know why I give them fright
Shouting at them and not hear their say!
I thought about it in my dream that night
Came to the conclusion she was right
Our appearance to others matter most
What’s in the mind, are out of sight
Henceforth, I became an amiable host
Whoever visited me became my toast
I talked and frolicked as much as I could
I did not refrain from a little boast
My life changed and it became good
Happiness showed again as it should
I heard attentively what others had to say
I now perceived where I actually stood
Children played in my garden all day
Not afraid of me anymore and run away
The morning sun sent the heavenly blight
That ended my dream, awake I lay
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The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
Mahatma Gandhi
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Winter is a suitable time to savor,
Silent, quite starving for, my only flavor.
Quiet seclusion enhances my languish,
Providing pause, meditation, and favor.
Frozen days of chilly nip raise my anguish,
Apply comfy sheets, light for cold to vanquish.
A dreadful bulk of cloud and a brisk breeze,
Inspire sloth in a book respite, prankish.
Beautifully arching shrubs and trees,
A ballet of nature's dreams and appease.
White feathers tumble to the soil below,
As sapphire shines, emerald first wheeze.
Fumes in chimneys coil, merge, and grow,
I burn a recollection as shadows undergo.
Crystal-clear river, frozen pearls, pristine,
Wind gusts at dusk in a cold stream flow.
It's peaceful in my heart and serene,
And mesmerized by the gorgeous scene.
Calm and eased by the stark lightness.
Winter is when I languish, purify, and shrine.
Indigo optimism overlays placid rightness,
Potent nature pride ethereal brightness.
A lovely mix of purple haze made it lighter,
Insignia aesthetic—only ebbing politeness.
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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Five
The Chief Executive gone a day doubled back to Hexagon
From Arcadian fields where old “friends” feasted the traditional bond
Took one look at road map and declared an Etat d’urgence
School boys and girls jumped up and down and gave thanks to High Heaven
Léon Blum chicks on the way to lycée swooned at Robo-Cop feet
While the Darling Dears in chador silk black looked daggers to greet
All around at lunch break the Faithful assuaged hunger slaked thirst
The mosque’s restaurant was caught short of green tea and couscous treat
Far too grave a problem rose with the need for instant relief
Spring stayed yet far away for wet winter to come to grief
Leafy bushes still being scarce nor tree trunks of decent cover
Long queues formed at public conveniences or where grows belief
On the routes and roads shops hotels restaurants and gas stations
Took a toll from urgent users of their private dire motions
Though none could stop cirri of turds piling up on pavements
Nor the armies of street vendors with pizzas in demi-portions
From down the route the gypsy camp a pebble’s throw away
Steamed sullen women and hapless children up and down the way
Crying ZAKAT with extended hands from pilgrims come to pray
While Robo-Cops exchanged places with a relief force in array
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