The face that looks down upon us; therein
Yesterday, it was as white as a ghost
Today, it is the color of pumpkin
What color will it be tomorrow
Perhaps, the one that moo's knows that answer
That is, if he ever jumps over it again
Will it be greyish and filled with sorrow
Hopefully it will be yellowish and filled with sunshine
Santa may know...or Rudolph, Prancer, or any of the reindeer
In flight, centered vertically...
on their way back to the north pole
A plane says hello as it passes by
While the owls silhouette stares him in the eye
Bats chasing moths invading his domain...
As it glows it's light on the darkest terrain
The tallest, brightest lamppost...
On a rainy day, in the clouds, he hides
A force to be reckoned...spewed in the tides
Finding Your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
7/24/2021
The old stone gristmill stood like a monolith,
its massive wooden wheel creaking and turning
dipping into the swift waters of a dammed-up creek.
Inside, everything was covered in a fine white dust
amidst a cacophony of cogs, gears, and pulleys.
Most notably, there was a giant granite stone that turned,
crushing grain into powder.
It was a dangerous place for kids to be,
we weren't allowed to hang around the workings.
Pa and all of the neighboring farmers
brought bushels of wheat there to be milled,
keeping the miller busy filling white cotton sacks with flour.
A pond adjacent to the mill fueled its workings,
and we'd gather on its banks for picnic lunches.
As kids, we'd be allowed to swim or fish
while pa and the other men did all the work.
In my mind's eye, I see him dusted white as a ghost,
exchanging smiles while sharing a joke with the miller.
Today you can only imagine what it was like,
for it now only exists in dreams or picture shows.
It was a time that time will never repeat,
when farmers gathered at the gristmill
as both a necessity and a communal event.
(Free Verse)
May 25, 2018
Clouds in the sky
Fish in the seas
Ants on the earth
With birds and the bees
Black is the night
White as a ghost
Red like a ruby
Brown is my toast
Slow as a snail
Fast are the cars
Cold is a corpse
Not hot like on mars
Soft as a feather
Hard like a stone
Solid like concrete
Or brittle as bone
High as a kite
Low is our hell
Quiet is silence
Not loud like a bell
Large as an ocean
Small is a pool
Smart like a teacher
Or dumb as a tool
Let us color
the colors
in their right
shades and hues;
Is white, white?
Or, red, green
and blue, too?
Red is red but
Green is not green--
It’s yellow and blue,
As yellow is
red and green.
Black is black,
It's in black and white
Black as night
White as a ghost,
Not black and blue,
You get the blues
Out of the blue
Once in a blue moon.
Red is blood red,
Paint the town red,
Red in the face
but not off color,
Always in the pink
never in the red.
Show your true colors,
Raise a white flag
if you see red,
Not your green thumb.
Get the green light
Not green with envy,
Chase the rainbow
Be not a black sheep
Or yellow-bellied.
~1/15/2015
~Anacreontic Verse 2 contest by Edward Ebbs
Ice that will freeze the heart
shaking icy mountains
roaring like a lion does
thunder echoes around
with ice in hands body turns to stiff
heart faints weaker
Tears fall of cold imprinted on face
beneath his mask lips of lavender
face as white as a ghost
Fatigue of a warrior
ice blades that cut razor sharp
heart turned to blue
from harsh torture of his endless soul
among the most powerful
the king of winters
with ice of bone he conquers all
By
Brian Otoole .......
Poem for ((skat-oz ICE KING Contest))
08-05-13
(((I held an ice cube today in my palm for almost 15mins in my room with full ac power on held it tightly and after palm froze stiff I imagined the pain of dieing by ice)))
so I took sub zero picture you posted and it inspired me way more to write this poem for your ice king contest and feel to pain of the ice and cold in palm and in my room.im still very cold now even after this poem
For months
I’ve seen her face
Peering through the upstairs window
Waiting for me to peer through mine
But when I do she runs away every time
So I finally walked across the street
And rapped my knuckles on her door
But it was already open
So I crept up the squeaky stairs
When I reached the top
I saw her peering through that same window
As white as a ghost
She turned to lock her haunting eyes in mine
She curved her lips in a smile
She disappeared…
Now
Every time I peer through my upstairs window
She’s never peering through hers
I just gaze out upon an empty house
That was actually kind of empty every time before
I miss her
A tear cascades from my eye
As I wish her well with her next windowpane friend
You make your move
Up the stairs
a cool breeze
Makes you flare
You shiver
like a duck on a river
You stay still
Stoned for death
White as a ghost
Fleet like a pest
You race
Like a cow flowing on the upper side of space
You make your move
Down the stairs
A cool breeze
Leaves the air
The boss wanted us to sign up for an organ donor card,
It would look good for publicity, Mr. Sanders said,
Next morn, found man in charge, got card - was'nt hard,
But that night, had 2nd thoughts about Godly dead,
After talking to spouse and son-in-law,
If you are called, you should come up, Archie said,
That night, had bad dream about his quick demise,
Driving friend's cab to heaven - foot like lead,
But mad Docs in back, one jerked out liver & eyes,
He too, lost his hands and feet - hey, watch it guys,
After this, had visions of former Earthly domain,
His hands picked pockets, feet ran away from a crime,
He watched his eyes watch **** with a lot of pain,
After this, finally reached heaven - uphill all the way,
Parked, got out - God was there & was real mad that day,
For Arch had not all his organs, which was not Gods' way,
Woke yelling & his spouse put on the light,
You are white as a ghost & sweating - something not right,
Told about his dream, organs, God & mad Doctor men,
You would be scared too, if you had just flunked heaven!
The rain pours down into my heart
My soul is silently ripped apart
I know I'm losing this fight
The darkness has taken your light
You're fading fast, I see that now
You've used the time that you're allowed
You've lost it all, you're much too weak
You cannot move, you cannot speak
So I take your hand and hold you close
You go still and turn white as a ghost
I cover you as I silently cry
I kiss your lips and I say goodbye