Skies of gray
Skies of gloom
Storm clouds say
Bringing doom
Dark steel day
Blustering winds
Turmoil cloud
Sleeting sends
Hail stones loud
Dark steel day
Storm surrounds
Gale force wind
Beating down
Without end
Dark steel day
Icy air
Breath of steam
No despair
Just winter’s dream
Dark steel day
Storms they rise
Then they go
No surprise
If you know
Dark steel day
Dark steel days ahead and behind
Dark steel days on my mind
Dark steel days good and bad
Dark steel days we’ve all had
Dark steel day!
A string of starlings strung out on a wire,
over a road bridge
above a freeway.
It's cold, it is sleeting,
its November.
The line hums,
I can't hear the hum,
but the birds can,
they fluff up stiff feathers
they cling to that warm sound,
they listen,
their tightly gripped claws
listen as thin boned legs
ever so slightly
vibrate
to that nonexistent heat source.
The sky continues to howl around them.
Oddly,
strangely,
they may survive -
hard to know for sure.
An hour later, driving back
the starlings are still on the line.
Don't know if any dropped dead
I didn't count them before.
In my head an old vinyl record
plays Glen Campell.
Look back and smile!
There’s so much to love,
And so much to strive!
Foggy veil melting to unreel and rewind.
Reminiscing the yielding and enriching joyous flight.
Warm treasures glimpsing through ice pellets sleeting from graphite.
Beautiful sheaf of sunlight blooming hope vibrant and bright.
Donning on the priceless gracious new life.
Jingling bells ring in a new stride!
Herald of winters embrace renaissance.
Delighted to see the marks of your proud prance.
Look back and smile you have another beautiful chance.
Dated: 28.12.2022
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Whitest world with cold and ice,
storming, sleeting, nothing nice.
Temperature sinks once, then twice.
Stay inside! the best advice.
Dropping crinkly like rock pink salt,
graupels fall with pelting assault.
No sign the wintry weather will halt,
night falls hard like a vestral vault.
She left for her home, not wise.
Pellets pitting the road, she cries.
Reports of frigid cold held no lies.
In her car, frozen solid, she dies.
*Inspired by, but not entered in, Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh.
It feels like-
There is a spike.
Of some chemical.
Which makes my body feel like metal.
There is a new heart beating.
And my skin is sleeting.
Like a fine ice.
That will shatter, not very nice.
Someday, I shall feel the pain.
But I am in the presence of a memory that is vain.
So I smile.
As my blood is draining into a vial.
And I act friendly.
Or else my actions will end up in infamy.
I'm cold, cold, cold
There's little else to say,
Except I'm cold, cold, cold
I'm locked outside to play.
My mommy doesn't want me
Getting in her way
It's sleeting and so windy
But outside I must stay.
I'm cold, cold, cold
I wander and I stray
I'm shivering and wet
It's an awful display.
I begged to be let in
But have no moral sway, so
I'm bound to get pneumonia
And then I'll pass away.
Misty sleeting engaging sprinkles
Drops of mornings dews
Gales waters tinkles
Water droplets sun embraced rainbow hues
Rain
Silent Sea breeze sprinkling
I crave the silent splendid breeze
Tradewind showering
I hear the mountains sneeze
The clapping steroid seasoning
Waterspout
Nature's faucet turned on flowing
When will, when will the rain
Stop
5/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Thunderstorm
a midnight lightning
My monsoon, I could not awaken
thunder, I could not forsaken
Thundery tintinnabulation tinkling
A sudden, sonic boom
The thundery thunderhead thundering
And the thunderstorms never stewing
I was thundering
Meteoroid's that is wandering
a cloudburst and yes it hums
And that moment my soul grew noisy
Suddenly, I heard some sleeting
there be more purely fleeting?
Rain deafening washout
Thunder
I have dreamed of the torrents
I saw the rains
Only this and a aftershock
I saw the thunderbolts
Suddenly, I heard hollering
But in the fact that it was growling
the laughing, lumbering lightening
And the winds never whistling
Of the light's that is brightening
What there be more pure lightning?
I heard a windward, scintillating pounding
the howling beating
A rumble torn
Thunderstorm
8/20/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
“Growing Together”
Oh yes we are growing older together,
I would want it with none other!
Spring showers, now summer days, oh how swiftly,
Fall’s fleeting; winter’s sleeting, oh how quickly.
From dawn to dusk – week to month,
Year by year – time so dear!
Oh yes we are growing older together,
I would want it with none other!
Yes rose petals are fading, winter’s invading,
Icy winds are blowing, all life’s ebbing.
Crowns are graying-yes life’s decaying.
I know you feel the threatening days,
But my Dorella I am always with you…
And hand in hand we will face another winter too!
Love, Terry
I see the rainbow, as the storm breaks
I see many people running toward heaven's gate
I wonder why as they stares
Often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching out
I don't want to care, but they just keep shouting... that...
Lullabies and goodnights
sleeting dreams of angels plights
As I wonder off into the night
Tenderly awaiting the arms of Jesus Christ
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
For He is my master, Jesus. . .
tall, Tall, trees scaled mountain with icy leaves
Leave me to believe that every living thing that breathes
Must receive, must believe
often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching over there
I won't want to reiterate as I approach the golden gates
into the arms of compassion
Not a place nor satisfaction but a stayed reaction
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
11/19/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Autumn has a big brother
His name is winter
A crisp cold wind is blowing and whistling
Ice, sleeting, cold rain, and snow…oh yeah its freezing
Days are shorter and nights are longer
The bright colored autumn leaves have disappeared
Jack Frost is here to bring havoc and fear
He’s never unforgiven or apologetic
Gloves, hats, scarfs, and boots….its winter yeah we get it
Green grass turns to cold white
I need my thermals and blankets for those frigid nights
Coughing, sneezing, nose blowing, and chapped lips
The cause and effect when temperatures dip
Snow falls to the unseen ground
Landing very gently there isn’t any sound
Everyone hears the carolers singing “Silent Night”
Who doesn’t love hot coco nights, and the snowball fights
This brings back the memories of the holidays and all the things I did
That’s why I love winter when I was a kid
If love is fleeting
Then it's sleeting
You said you hate me
Now you date me.
You get me riled up,
When the bills are piled up.
I'm already stressed,
I can't deal with that mess.
You want to do things
Like people with rings,
But there's so much more
To marriage than that.
Marriage is love
And caring and sharing.
Marriage is much more than rings
It's dishes, laundry, bills & things.
The kids who rob
You of your sleep
Your key fob
They keep.
Pelting glass, coming down;
how it thickens, on the ground.
On the window pane; tap…tap;
larger ice, now, it will rap.
The misery of a sleeting storm;
brings misery and forlorn.
Two inches of ice, is not so nice;
I dread what we will get tonight.
On top of that, there’ll be more snow,
I dread to go out there and blow.
The snow piles high, upon the ice;
one snow blower will not suffice.
But, I’ll make do; with one machine;
Still, there’ll be that icy sheen!
" Without The Warmth of Your Love Within ... "
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Sleeting - Shadows, So Cold
I Will Surely - Slowly, Freeze To Death ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Snow-Bound - Sorrows of My Soul
I Will Meet With My Last Vapor-Misted-Breath ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Icy - Arrows, My Heart Holds
Is Frostbitten So Deep Within My Breast ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within Hailstones - Tomorrows Told
The Sun Not To Rise That Yesterday, Then Left ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within A Black-Widow's Web, So Old
I Was Caught Within An Avalanche That Crept ...
Without The Warmth of Your Love
There Within A Narrow-Noose - I Know ...
My Bright Hopes All Hung Like Icicles Bereft ...
For Within - I Have Wept, Like Winter's Willows
There, Without The Warmth of Your Love-Coals
& Passion of Your Wildfire's Glowing Depths ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/11/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Cold dark wind
Upon my face
The weathers
Turning bad
Black blizzard
On the horizon
The devils up
My sleeve
Starched memories
And fish hooks
I turned my back
On society
Bent upon a dream
Frozen bamboo
Across my legs
Toes that hardly
Scream.
Sleeting now
In this boat
Afloat upon a field
Left by O’Toole’s
Machinery and mill
Gobbling up arms
And legs
Baled all nice and neat
It’s so damn cold
I can’t feel my feet
Ankles, knees, and armory
A stinking IED
Crawling back to you
Schoolboy’s stupid schemes
A war that never killed
It just left me maimed
This desert storm
Left me all alone
Drunken and stoned.
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