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It is true.
Bright and clear.
As sky blue.
Love, you are my keystone.
Forever you will be
My light when I'm alone.
A bond no force can break.
Love will always conquer.
A base no quake can shake.
My heart drips and runs like melting wax,
Comfortable beside the stone hearth.
We play some classical music tracks.
The winter sky is blue up above.
Below is the ground covered in pearl.
Nature sings songs of holiday love.
Love's always been there for all to see.
"Let me ask you on this mountain top,
Will you take my hand and marry me?"
7/29/2021
"3-6-9" Poem
Emile J. Pinet
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Mercedes Benz
A sinkhole swallowed my friend.
Thankfully, my house was still around the bend.
At least to remember, I need not travel far.
I hope my insurance covers this brand new car.
9/14/18
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Field and forest lay painted pearly white.
Nature unravels her artistic side.
Angels descend to view the peaceful sight.
Trees glisten with a smile full of pride.
Snow capped meadows welcome and do not chide.
The winter sun calls out for none to hide.
Peaceful people come out to laugh and play.
Cocoa and s'mores are made by the fire.
Majestic mountains host skiing all day.
In peace reigns this wintery empire.
Skate the lakes whose ice does not expire.
Hockey games are drawn down to the wire.
Fowl fly the sky; deer roam the forest floor.
Yak dwell with monks on the high mountain top.
Love highlights the mistletoe evermore.
Snowmen come to life, no one tells them: stop.
Wolves become puppies, aggression they drop.
Rabbits fear them not. They share the same spot.
Observe the snap shot of this winter land.
May this time of peace on earth stand so grand.
12/26/2018
Winter Wonderland Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
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The fire's reach is ideal, not too high.
The dancing orange embers keep us warm.
Winter's harsh wrath is ever drawing nigh.
But the hearth protects from the cold and storm.
By the fireplace new stories unfold.
Of how we outlast season to season.
These make the tales of both new and of old.
We can and will survive; we have reason.
Coffee and hot chocolate make the day.
A movie or two keeps us together.
And we will make sure we gather to pray.
We will gather here now and forever.
All winter it is us by the fire.
Through games and laughter we always endure.
Old Man Winter will finally tire.
We will last by the hearth; that is for sure.
Many years have passed by the fireplace.
Many are those who have stayed at this space.
Copyright © David Cardamone | Year Posted 2019
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The snow started early in the morning.
Last night's darkness guaranteed a miserable day.
By night the land was covered with winter's décor adorning.
Huddled we by the fire as winter raged with scorning.
Last night's freezing air told us all we needed to say.
The snow started early in the morning.
The flowers of forest and field wailed in mourning.
Last night's frozen ground allowed the demons out to play.
By night the land was covered with winter's décor adorning.
"Seek ye warmth, and keep ye well" the icy wind was warning.
Last night's drop in temperature unleashed evil in the worst way.
The snow started early in the morning.
From dawn till dusk the storm revealed a new creation roaring.
Last night is responsible for the results of today.
By night the land was covered with winter's décor adorning.
In death there is life aborning.
Last night was yesterday.
The snow started early in the morning.
By night the land was covered with winter's décor adorning.
Copyright © David Cardamone | Year Posted 2018
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I took a girl named Mary to be my bride.
She always had a lamb by her side.
It followed her to and fro.
Where she went, it did go.
She took off and left the lamb at my side.
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The night was not so silent, not for the soldiers at Bastogne.
'T was just before Christmas when they had to fight surrounded and alone.
"The crossroads cannot fall, " was the order to be upheld.
The winter owned the elements, but courage in hearts held.
"Nuts!" replied the commander, when he was demanded to surrender.
Even today, December '44 is etched in the things we remember.
The US, Belgium, and Luxembourg remember this together.
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Year to year they come.
The seasons dictate the times.
The first comes with force.
Bitter is his wrath.
Beautiful, yet tough, is he.
Winter binds free men.
She's meek and mild.
Her arrival is welcome.
Spring sets free bound men.
Men stand to meet her.
Though kind, wicked can she be.
Summer frees and binds.
The last one appears.
He will be kind, then grow cold.
Fall resets the clock.
Every day we rise.
One year comes; another goes.
Seasons show the change.
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I saw the roses before they wilted.
But I didn't see the weeds that would leave them strangled.
The bucket of poison, oh how you spilled it.
Our dear labor of love, you mercilessly mangled.
After your cruel departure the flowers of romance did hang down.
The insects now prey upon a beauty now worn and only sad stories are told.
The weight of love's betrayal bends the roses' beauty and steals their crown.
When it came to you, I should have heeded the roses of old.
The roses were our celestial love.
Their roots, I thought they meant our love was forever in the ground.
On those moments in the garden, I thought the angels sang above.
Forever I thought our love and the garden would abound.
The darlings we planted now lay tattered and torn.
Please, tell me why you had to spill my blood upon each and every thorn?
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Finally, the ship Queen Mary had set sail.
With a crew out for vengeance on the open sea.
Capt. Wood was captain, without blemish, or fail.
Listen to this story of betrayal,
As the Queen Mary set sail under Capt. Wood the mighty.
Finally, the ship Queen Mary had set sail.
A fortnight out, the Queen Mary screamed a wail.
Her captain was seized and bound, as the crew bathed in the glory.
Capt. Wood was captain, without blemish, or fail.
Painful it is to recall this tragic tale,
The crew planned for days; it was all their minds' eye could see.
Finally, the ship Queen Mary had set sail.
Sadly, the evil in men's hearts did prevail.
Why they hated the captain is a mystery even to me.
Capt. Wood was captain, without blemish, or fail.
Remember this event, now a story, a tale.
Always think of what the next tale could be.
Finally, the ship Queen Mary had set sail.
Capt. Wood was captain, without blemish, or fail.
Copyright © David Cardamone | Year Posted 2020
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