Blanket Of Snow
Blanket of snow
Your so beautiful
Bundled up in the cold
The sun melts the stars
Your shyness is revealed
Break the ice with a sense of humor
Together close by the fire
The cold brought us together
A new relationship in the winter
Mesmerizing, eyes in blue
Like the faded sky painted Azure
Take a walk in the powdered snow
Love letters in December
Pretty lights dazzle in a small town
The most radiant women, I have found
We can hold hands in the clouds
Ice sickles drip reflections in the wind
In December, new memories begin
A blanket of snow
I just wanted to say hello
Together in the cold
It has always been you, in the winter glow
Categories:
sickles, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
BLUE CHEESE AND OLD PICKLES
Looking back at the decades gone by
Over the wall at hammers and sickles
Berlin with a certain oldworld appeal
Just the setting for spy novels, I feel
For me, blue cheese and old pickles
A ‘60s memory that’s now gone dry
Blue cheese veins, a suggestion of age
Old pickles in vinegar make me wince
Some say they all were different times
With the red versus blue secret crimes
But has remained unsettled, ever since
If reading history, seeing the next page
As the bear wakes, an eagle flies again
But glancing over a different shoulder
Only across oceans and never a bridge
Is it now time to clear out that fridge
Threats of war both hotter and colder
Yet nervous tension will always remain
Cheese may leave a tang in the throat
Especially if they’re considered as blue
Pickles are always sharp on the tongue
But was that a dirge that I heard sung
Perhaps it is time to know what’s true
And ignore what all the papers wrote
Categories:
sickles, war,
Form: Rhyme
Creeping in the shadows
Keeping it from bad hoes
Reaping in the benefits
Keeping em in to it
Fall in to the zone alone
All the The road to grown
Call on that phone at home
stall on that stone to loan
Cash only gets em more bread
Fast money money on a dead nickle
Ya they tread sickles
Homie they swing swing hammers
They spree planners
they movers they shakers
Snakes making on a fake cure
waiting for those lastest rate to drop
Haters and Fakes that you know you like
I got the mic your wants to sing through
Big part of my life that I been through
Next part itsl all passion
They call castin for big chunk,
Im mall smashing for fresh kicks
Im fall fasting to last in the mix
Categories:
sickles, addiction, adventure, analogy, career,
Form: Rhyme
A world viewed through cold eyes creates
frozen tears & hardened emotions
Going through the motions only solidifies
the pain as salty feelings
cut like ice sickles impaling warm veins
These feelings bleed out into the
streets of our minds that were constructed
upon old structures & paradigms in vain
At times I feign ignorance of these
false foundations because ignorance
is bliss
knowing burying my head in the
sand could be hit or miss
No one is at home in this batters box
& it would be remiss of me to not
mention this paradox
The glass half empty view if full
of contradictions no one wants
to see through
& in a world viewed through cold eyes
tears are frozen before they've
had a chance to cry
Dry ice falls & shatters leaving
you to pick up the pieces
as if gathering your emotions
isn't hard enough in this season
Categories:
sickles, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
We are old MacDonald’s great-grandchildren
who help him in his fields during weekends,
We gather chopped hays and feed his chicken,
then watch him works with his farmers and friends.
We love working in the fields together,
We ride ponies and horses…we’re cowgirls!
We greet his hardworking farmworkers who’re there
while they cut rice straws with their sharp sickles.
Our grandfather owns large hectares of land,
Ranging from the foot of the blue mountain
to the spot where we, three sisters stand;
Tour around freely! Ride in his land train!
Beyond grandpa’s rice fields are big orchards,
And behind are gardens with vegetables
where we’ll immensely enjoy afterwards;
Healthy foods will be on our long tables!
Our grandpa is so happy to have us,
He says, “ With triplets grandkids, life’s so nice!”
So, when we go back to school he gives cash,
buys new dress, pair of boots and hair bowties.
Categories:
sickles, granddaughter,
Form: Rhyme
I do not regret when I park my vehicle out,
Mist cleanses each dust speck beyond any doubt;
My roses are laced with diamond-snow particles,
Snow has adorned also the forgotten old rusty sickles...
Anthodium’s heart stand covered by mist, yet,
Heart of humans, here, for plants, seem always so wet;
Sun flowers shrouded with naughty mist game,
Zinnias see to face the game of the nature same;
Maples! my friends! Your veins are white-filled!
Do you not feel, yet, emotionally thrilled?
I have not taken out my thinnest winter sheet so far,
Winter is begun now; will have to continue many a golf par...!
06 November 2022
November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
sickles, november,
Form: Free verse
Along street’s he’s casing, unseen in control
Sickles and Scythes, double edged swords
One hooks the young, other catches the old
And for winding up days, gets a tidy reward
Not diamonds or rubies, platinum nor gold
But fruits, and candies, his Halloween hoard
Bitesize Poem no.54 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
10/22/22
Categories:
sickles, allusion, dark, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Long time I stood
In the middle of a crossroad
Trying to find my way
On the shades of black and gray
I found ups and downs and plains
And humps as big as mountains
I found muds and puddles
And I jumped through countless hurdles
For the tides of time are cruel
Like sickles that rip my soul
Like the winds and storms in fall
That blind me out of my goal
But the most gruelling of all
Were the heights I took to fall
But I shall dare to try again
For faith in thee is my captain
For in thee is my final curtain
No matter how high is the mountain
No matter how deep is the pitfall
I'll be with you after all
Categories:
sickles, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
I
The golden sun dips, below the horizon is where it grips
Shemu will arrive early, farmers in a flurry
The final grains trickle, time not mickle
Sickles drawn, scarecrows menace gone
The coming of the harvest, standing in the shadow of the darkness
(2017)
Categories:
sickles, allegory, art, earth, farm,
Form: Rhyme
loads of gold on head
anxious bridesmaids stand in queue ---
solemn sickles squeak
17 March 2022
Categories:
sickles, nature,
Form: Haiku
Do not tell tales of wars to children,
Tell them stories of universal love;
May costumes of a charming war patron,
Be restored by physicians true cure shove;
Lasting be divine graces from above...!
May no toy-guns take the place of teddies,
Innocence be moral midst joyful games;
May each child grow up as always readies,
Taking risks for others with no self-claims;
May compassion grow as great constant aims...!
In the leisurely pleasure-ride of life,
May weapons occupy no vital space;
Smooth industriousness and soothing strife,
Enchant the existence of human race;
May ethics, in each step, be solid base...!
May fields of corns increase; not battlefields,
May green revolt outwit the bloody red;
May sickles and plows replace safety-shields,
May each one earn their needed daily bread;
Even in our nightmares, be no bloodshed...!
05 March 2022
Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
sickles, love, peace,
Form: Quintain (English)
Majestic autumn welcome home,
As summer yields to slumber,
To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues,
Of yellow, gold and umber.
From whence do all your colours come,
That paint your wondrous scenes,
Do fairies brush from pots of gold,
And daub the failing greens.
An Ivy drapes across the wall,
Some leaves have turned maroon,
Did some warm droplets trickle from,
That haunting blood red moon.
The woodland dons an auburn dress,
With flecks of brown and Dun,
And shades of Amber stolen from,
A falling evening sun.
The days grow short, cool nights are long,
As forests shed their leaves,
Sharp sickles fall on ripened wheat,
And lay it down in sheaves.
The Squirrels start to gather food,
Migrating birds are still,
God's creatures all prepare their homes,
For Winters icy chill.
Behold the seasons russet hues,
A joy for all to see,
So cast an eye and celebrate,
Such pure Autumnity.
Categories:
sickles, autumn, color, nature,
Form: Ode
I had brought a plastic gun for my little son;
I thought he will feel the shoes of an army man.
Lo! I saw him aiming at an urchin polite;
Addressing himself as a hardcore terrorist…
I stopped, thenceforth, buying any more guns for him;
I filled his room with creative things that'd tempt him.
He grew up reading, researching, gaining degrees;
Plunging into ventures apt for human service…
Guns and gunmen he has under him, now, millions
He heads million military battalions.
I heard, some psycho, with guns, entering a school,
And leaving innocent students in a blood pool.
India, known once, a non-violent-nation;
Getting works done, at gunpoint is today, common.
Guns are good. The purpose of guns is not to kill;
Cops have guns. They're not entitled to use them still.
Guns are instruments like plows or spades or sickles;
Use these for humanity. Reach life's pinnacles!
7th May 2021
GUNS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
sickles, inspirational, integrity, military, peace,
Form: Couplet
When the present is a hollow shadow of the future past
And the wild reaper casts his spell on stagnant aspirations
The harvest flooded in crushing tears at midwinter pain
He decides to live the courageous fantasy of ancient moons
Dries off a skin full of resentment from stunted propagation
Slices vividly through anger hurt and fear with lunar sickles
Rises above beholding constellations of apprehending dread
Living the dream and loving the seasons is full of danger
As uncertain promises loom and the eclipse seems eternal
He lights a blazing fire to fend off subconscious hesitation
And remembers that he’s been there before so many times
When mourning falls again and hopeful rays lighten the sky
Hopeful desire tentatively touches an unextinguished longing
For the gift of presence peace and kindness onto his burning mind
His soulmate bandages his wounded soul and kisses him gently
Massages sores and abrasive thoughts until they walk the path
Out into what lies ahead when sun and clouds merge into one
22nd October 2019
Categories:
sickles, best friend,
Form: Free verse
:To whom it may be godless or guideless
A party – it may be CCP – was absent once skies proclaimed that freedom to humankind,
was absent in peace class; how to embrace diversities and universe.
Yet they’re now acting as Mr. Know It All, claiming and judging without any verse
but hammers and sickles they points to others that are still learning mind.
They deserve sorrowful feelings for great loss of understanding human rights defined.
So let us keep swinging lighter and loftier hands to ignite a spark of wisdom
especially to potential victims – innocent juveniles – standing in queuing line to the party’s dome,
as well as we remain against injustice and imbalance.
Categories:
sickles, change, community, freedom, humanity,
Form: Free verse
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