Shards of lambent moonlight drift across crumpled charcoal sky,
gleaming snow clad laneways flaunt ancient ghostly footprint,
dream world boisterous cabals lurk in blue ink shadows,
glow worm street lights peer o’er nocturnal hour hush,
swirling toll of dulcet midnight bells defrost black ice veil,
mud stained slush from madcap drivers spray giggling sweethearts
Slow sleek steps,
Pounces on its paws,
Snow-clad fur,
Brushes off impatiently,
Ears perk up,
When squeals and squeaks are heard,
Steady and slowly,
Merges with the blanket beneath,
Almost at ease,
Confidently it please,
Lowers into its position,
Ready to strike,
Pounces on its paws,
Announces in its jaws,
Mouse struck beneath its claws,
Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws.
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
snow clad mountains go for a million miles,
thick icy clouds rise swirling to heavens,
stars twinkling down like meteor showers,
a cobbled path winding to rustic town.
civilisation thrives on peace and love,
no wars to fight and no hatred to preach,
Sun and moon glow an illusion of pink,
like synthetic art with single colour.
food and water is free, life has value,
no one to pay, no one to fear or pray,
they learn the knowledge of self in nature,
timeless the flow with no clocks to punish.
pink blossoms emanate an aroma,
that adds calmness to the silence around,
town is a peaceful reality of dreams,
go there, live life, preach them no religion.
Those intense eyes, imposing aura;
The warrior pose;
atop the snow-clad peaks,
among the floating clouds
still, radiating heat!
The serpents, the hair,
The alluring fear,
The magical hues, undefined, unfiltered
Beyond comprehension of mere souls
into you I gaze, are you Mansi’s ace?
Your roar- creates, expands, nurtures…
As I give you my fears, inhibitions,
Roar for me…
Let the cell vibrate, follicle tingle
mind flush,
let thy churn, a twister form!
Come as a child
or clad in a loin,
A pinstripe suit or a Gucchi boot.
Raise a storm or a strom.
You have come to play; the game that’s your always
To dribble doubts, net fears, dunk worries.
Haha…
Win will be mine, with the divine & Mansi intertwined!
As I saw you with closed eyes,
cried out…
a silent bellow to invite,
you roared, entered & tore!
The sheer pain, the veiled shriek
Throbbing veins, pulsating calf
Could it be more profound?
The aftermath…
In observance, in the space…I remain!
Bestowed by your grace, the Mansi way…
Midnight boom town streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll
Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet sky we must extol
how I love my after hours stroll
Gilt fantasies that float across each lane way
fluorescent gremlin from some ghostly parking bay
gust on salt ice pier might buttonhole
how I love my after hours stroll
Snow clad mall whistler gaffe prone
while wandering the ink hue urban zone
a chapter lift and snatch from begging bowl
how I love my after hours stroll
Traffic signals stellar stoic stance
heartbeat of nocturnal moonlight dance
frozen digit signage reeks of twinkling North Pole
how I love my after hours stroll
Behind the mask made of many ears
Calla lilies earnestly listen
Their canals thirst for morning’s song
For the manic moon stared upon us
with hollow light transfixed
Behind the mask of valley’d green
palms and snow clad ears
was the sound of a weeping strong
A poor poor devil sobbed
a wraith’s rain makes sordid soil rich
Drowning under mud, drowning in life
crimson portrait all contorted
Blood seeped from his horns
breathing in the cloudless day
How does a face so hollow
brim with dismay?
How can a flower pot host be so morbid?
Sniveling at the sight of the sun,
lip quivering
throat like a Gordian knot
What a Hell it must be
to be a He whom savors Sodom
While being exposed
to a season’s birth
present for every blossom’s budding.
Sitka’s vibrant euphonious voice,
as alluring as the violin tune,
the musical trail to beauty symphony
of the country north to the future.
Nature there blooms like a flower,
the sunset splendor sequestered.
The twilight rays of golden thread,
the auric frill between trees,
emerald tapestry weaved in Totem Park.
The gilded splash of the ripple rows
on the jade frame of Beaver lake,
the sapphire sky’s mirror in glacial vale.
Mount Edgecumbe, the dormant volcano,
the standing sentinel in lavish landscape
with crimson crown on snow-clad cone.
The northern lights of surreal Sitka dusk,
the living paint on kaleidoscopic canvas,
the captured amazing scene awfully wonderful.
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June 5, 2023
A slice of smile
Can cast thousand lights
Over the shadow
Of snow-clad pain,
The budding blossom of
Happiness is the smile
Where heart and mind
Compose the songs together
Sitting under the flowering tree and
If the song of beauty is written once,
Smile is everywhere!
Happiness is everywhere!
Green leaves on trees
The tall carob trees that bear long oblong fruit
black as the hands of a Gambian, sweet as sight
of the snow-clad mountain reaching the blue sky
when lost for weeks in the African hinterland
flanked the asphalted lane meandering among
the trees that had massive crowns of thick leaves
cooling in the summer heat.
Sitting at the root of a tree seeing the lush grass
that still has pearls of morning tears on venation
a mild zephyr softly moved the tree leaves and
shadows and sunlight synced in perfect harmony
until soldier ants emerged, biting the intruder.
during cold season
coated with a snow blanket
winter ski spins fantasy
as far as eyes view
a vista of snow-clad slopes
a ritzy summer resort
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Written: January 08, 2023
Winter Sedoka Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Howling artic gusts
frighten birds on snow clad trees
frozen wings swept off
Winter sun burns ice
storm force gales melt and mellow
creatures free to roam
Window frames rattle
wooden huts quake in harsh climes
homely folks cluster
Reindeer sleigh dots sky
children’s starry-eyed rapt gleam
carols thaw iced fog
howling artic gusts
startle flock in snow-clad pine …
frozen boughs snapped off
Date originally posted to Poetry Soup : 8th Of December 2022
Date posted to contest : 9th Of December 2022
How Many Syllables and Poetry Soup Grammar verified
a christmas serene
spruce trees yuletide scene
point skyward don snow clad preen
stars halo pristine
Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllable counter ps 5/7/5
11/18/21
glory of morning sun on forest of trees,
the twitter of birds from many nests unseen,
what devilish mind, cruel hands would fell these?
clear stream lilting through, reflect moon’s silver sheen,
caressing pebbled shores, nurturing the seeds,
what evil creature pollutes with waste unclean?
many orchards of fruits and grains for our needs,
a host of colours with flowers, humming bees,
what heartless soul would drop a bomb to cause bleeds?
in azure blue skies fly a flock of white geese,
over snow clad tops of Himalayan peaks,
what greedy species would shoot and kill with ease?
mother nature groans as she weeps, shakes and creaks,
can we stop, listen? to her children she speaks!
written 7/ March/2021
While mother earth gently moans poetry contest
D.W.Rodgers sponsored
Terza Rima Sonnet
aba,bcb,cdc,ded, ee rhyme sequence
11 syllable each line
White robe covered the earth,
all were dressed up in white
Protected by God's mercy,
they seemed happy like a bride in the wedding day
Calm, bliss and serenity filled the air,
there was mersmerising peace around
As men worked with shovels in hand,
nature heaved a sigh of relief.
Clothed in warm blanket of white,
nature thanked God for much needed respite.
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