snow on the mountain
dark lines and grooves visible....
love continues still
spring swiftly erupts
the mountain hidden by snow....
love breaks through the chill
unthawed snow remains
through seasons even summer....
everlasting love
soon another fall
decorated with color....
love deepens with time
winter reaches deep
roots still untouched by hard freeze....
love binds two made one
vows made, together for life
the warm hearth fire blazes high
Categories:
unthawed, age, love,
Form: Choka
Judge Not; Lest You Be Judged
Judgement preys on mankind’s weak,
The fickle-minded soul
Where ignorance and hatred peak
Begins the tragic toll…
Where stereotypes rear ugly heads
And lies become belief,
Where trust stays buried under dread
The world is left with grief…
Injustice follows damaged minds
Where better views are flawed
Biased vision taints one’s view
Cold hearts remain unthawed…
This cycle culminates in pain
And humankind’s demise
Such senseless acts full of disdain
Place heartache on the rise…
Let not these prisoners of hate
Destroy our unity
In time, these simple minds of late
Will face their destiny…
You and I can find the peace
The love that’s colorblind
These acts of cruelty must cease
Embrace all of mankind…
Submitting to A Strand 1070 Contest on 02/10/2022
Categories:
unthawed, anti bullying, hope, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Frozen stiff like a cement gargoyle
Unthawed and unreceptive
The stoic man turned a cold heart toward the throng
Determined to hold onto his bitter outlook
Closing his heart off
Pretending to be inhumane
A grimace on his face
A cherub wearing a pink snowsuit
Was not fooled by the man’s narrow mouth
She pushed her way to his feet
He looked down and saw the circle of white fur
Circling her face
She put up her arms
“Grandpa!”
This melted every bit of his façade.
He reached down and pulled her up
There was a collective gasp by the throng
No one had seen his humanness before.
Now that they had they would never forget
Categories:
unthawed, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandparents,
Form: Prose Poetry
Asunder have all my classical forms and themes been torn,
Who tore them?
Who destroyed them to bring the poem down to the earth?
Yes, I did.
It is I who is now cold like a fully unthawed polar ocean,
No longer a wrathful wrangler,
No longer bold.
The neatly shaped rhyme and rhythm of verse is now
Like a frail vase, clasped by a frailer fist,
Falls only to get smashed on the floor
To sharp smithereens.
When undaunted I trotted upon them,
Found my feet hued with
Beautiful stains of love.
Categories:
unthawed, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Worshippers at the Mountains of Madness
Worshipers at the Mountains of Madness
zealots seeking kinship of distant god
await the searing wind of cold duress
tattered clothe - torn robe - beggars now unshod
clutch thinning air in folded hands of doubt
beseeching of the peaks the madness there
blind seekers panning gold - veins long run out
follow deep crevasse of lingering fear.
Yet, lost amid frigid glistening peak
resides a hidden truth as yet unthawed
that they must coax the frozen voice to speak
and listen to its truth however flawed.
Cold peaks, those bell-less towers, should incite
rebellion in the eyes awakened sight.
5/17/2016
submitted to – At the Mountains of Madness – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Timothy Hicks
Categories:
unthawed, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Love likened strikes as quick as a viper;
Therewith love's pulse billions grow more so fools.
Love - accurate as a military sniper.
There's fools of unthawed hearts; Than there's love's fools.
Categories:
unthawed, happiness, love,
Form: Quatrain
Beautiful, soft, lavender
P
E
T
A
L
S
Fell from the heavens to blanket
The cold hard ground
The steel and concrete are
Soaked, like pillows, from the rain.
Like the flower girl before
The procession who spreads
The warmth with her fingertips,
Something, someone dawned on me
The truth.
And slowly, my heart unthawed.
It was no longer callous,
No longer cold.
I thank the messenger,
An angel of sorts,
Who injected her wisdom
Into my shriveled veins.
And brought back
The dying hope
In what I was living for.
Sa aking mahal na bituin. (Filipino)
Categories:
unthawed, confusion, friendship, love, thank
Form: Rhyme
My daughter asked me what I did today...
I told her that I built a violin
I carved the wood and polished it
I strung the strings with resin hands
'till the notes flowed like the human voice.
I invented a new jelly bean
one that pops in your mouth when chewed
white stripes thin around blue berry blue
liquid cream center in white
I told her that I took a straw
and extended it into the clouds
to sip some steam from the silver wings
of liquid frost and winter stings
I then grew cold and found the pool
which reflected the golden sun
I took a dip and warmed my skin
'till my fingers, red unthawed
She took this all in, her hand in mine
as her face crinkled back her smile
She then looked up with her grandmother's eyes
and said I should rest for a while...
Categories:
unthawed, adventure, daughter, happiness, imagination,
Form: Free verse