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The Tale below was carved one night, Upon the Stone, by candlelight ...most won't believe, but some just might .........most won't believe, but some just might . Preface Well James made Beth his lovely bride (And angels smiled, though teary eyed) ...their bodies bound, their spirits tied .........their bodies bound, their spirits tied Upon her hand, a shimmer shone, As bright as blood, a ruby Stone ...and brighter still, as love had grown .........and brighter still, as love had grown Soon James was sent to man a sail So Beth removed her wedding veil ...her eyes were bright, her face was pale .........her eyes were bright, her face was pale "Well, I'll be here when you return" Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn ...a kiss that made her body burn .........a kiss that made her body burn . BETH'S TALE 1. The Dream One night, within a dream deformed, The cawing of a Crow informed "...a Ship was stripped where winter stormed .........a Ship was stripped where winter stormed Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed The Ship of Death was surely doomed ...the sea engulfed, the sea entombed .........the sea engulfed, the sea entombed Your James... denied by Davy Jones! His spirit gone, his flesh and bones ...are resting now amongst the Stones .........are resting now amongst the Stones" 2. The Quest Awoken by the ebon Wight And beckoned by the baneful bight ...I left before the morning light .........I left before the morning light Throughout the realm I rode a roan Until, in time, I reached the Stone ...where shades and dreams in darkness groan .........where shades and dreams in darkness groan While skipping up and down the sky A missing moonbeam mocked my eye ...enough to make a Swallow cry .........enough to make a Swallow cry For someone stole a star or two And something else that fate withdrew – ...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou .........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou The shadows of the evening swelled Where demons of the dusk had dwelled ...and in the far, a vesper knelled .........and in the far, a vesper knelled The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold – Between the runes, a vapour strolled ...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled .........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled A Raven on a branch, enthroned, Her wings waved once, a wail intoned ...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned .........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned I lay beside the Stone, his bride I lay beside the Stone and cried ...but were it I, instead, that died .........but were it I, instead, that died The rainbow of the moon fell dim A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim ...as if to hide all hint of him .........as if to hide all hint of him Between the willows in the swale There sang a Bird, a Nightingale ...which left me faint and feeling frail .........which left me faint and feeling frail 3. Contact I felt him breathe within a breeze Responding to my anguished pleas ...and leaves blew by abandoned trees .........and leaves blew by abandoned trees "I miss you too, my darling Beth" Re-echoed from the Ship of Death ...the future buried in a breath .........the future buried in a breath The Stone lit up a ruby sheen And clouds were kindled crystalline ...with consequences, unforeseen .........with consequences, unforeseen Above, the wretched Raven soared To where the Ship of Death lay moored ...beneath, the icy ocean roared .........beneath, the icy ocean roared 4. Release I'm joined with James beneath the Stone, Though to the Ship my spirit's flown, ...for nevermore to be alone .........for nevermore to be alone . Epilogue That night the wayward winds were weird The Ship of Death had disappeared ...coyotes called and mortals feared .........coyotes called and mortals feared At dusk, the craven shadows crawled At dawn, the winds of mourning called ...upon the Stone two names were scrawled .........upon the Stone two names were scrawled The Raven sits, with wings outspread, Atop the Stone which shades the dead ...it sometimes shimmers ruby red .........it sometimes shimmers ruby red . Epitaph Between the sounds, where silence seeps, Their love lives on and never sleeps ...and yet, the weeping willow weeps .........and yet, the weeping willow weeps inspired by ~fc~ DEFINITIONS Wight (obsolete): a supernatural being, creature Bight: a bay or gulf Swale: a moist depression in a tract of land
Look up! Snowflakes appear in streetlights Hear children cheer as snow days are announced Watch the powder fly during snowball fights Listen as faith through joyful hymns is pronounced Join snow angel brigades while on wintery landscapes we pounce Walk briskly with me through the winter woods Where boughs of evergreens droop with white frost Don your boots and pull up your jacket hood Let's slide on the lake until our energies exhaust Then trudge back home as snow drifts are crossed Place damp clothes on a chair by the fireside Pour a glass of wine and snuggle with me Whispers of passion, 'neath a blanket confide Lights from the fir tree fill our hearts with glee As you offer me your ring on bended knee
Cozy by the warm glow of the fireplace in our cabin 'neath the pine so tall, My darlin' Love and I watch downy snowflakes through frosty windowpane fall. In the velvet darkness of night the silence deafening in the winter wonderland so white, As ice crystals softly glisten and sparkle like tiny diamonds blanketing the ground tonight. Holding close together before the firelight's warm casting glow, Our silouettes flicker on the wall while outside gently falls virgin snow. The warmest glow within our hearts we kiss Love's sweetest wine, Together before our cozy fire on this winter's night divine. A Collaboration by Mary Jo Hoose & Michael P Clarke.
Anticipating Spring Dear January, Wrap me in your saddest morning I implore you. The complex triumph of green acres waits to be seeded, and later thrashed and sorted as wheat for barter. When the spring is waiting all seeded for lily blossoms under the snow, fertilize with want that wants not and need that needs not. (Only, my love, forget me not.) The birds will fly in from Florida anticipating spring and avoiding a hurricane because they know better than we who are composed mainly of lesser sensitivity. What waits to be born from this harsh winter? Nature will surely bloom as a fabric woven like a Navajo rug to comfort the evening with its beauty. Mystical mornings will take the traveler to some paradise where the sun is always rising and the air is cool in summer and the dew is on the mulberries and all the berries are ripe like dew. I ask only my love that you forget me not when the sky turns overhead to a warmer slant and rays blind the eyes from all memories past and all contemplation of futurity. Live now. Love now. Feast now upon the beauty before your eyes, before your sleeping evenings, and before your awakening when dawn and dew are breaking.
"Our Winter Wonderland." A Collaboration. Snow drops falling, they pass the windows large diamonds, Gently caressing the ground, as your hands caress my body each night. In the soft breeze they dance, they dance, like fingers across tingling flesh, The gentle snow falling, It fills up my heart with precious Love-light. Virgin white feathers float downy soft outside like pillowed dreams, Passionately kissing every hill and valley like your lips that trail so light. Hushed whispers secretly calling on the cusp of winter's breath, Cottony soft snow with climactic embrace share Lover's hearts tonight. Now let us stand In Love's embrace, winter tears spreading on the ground, Upon the porch of Love's endeavour, In gentle peace we stand. Our heart's sing winter's harmony, as Into brown eyes we do drown, We bathe In each others brown fire, as downy snow falls on the ground. A Collaboration by Mary Jo Hoose and Michael P Clarke. * Mike darlin' your gentle loving words bless my own in making yet another collab beautiful and soft.As always it warms my heart to write with you. Love to you xxx*
The old screen door still welcomes me .. a familiar face, just as before but after this...who'll pass this way?…. Will they use the rug and wipe their shoes?... Swipe away the grime and mud? .....Or will they even care? I feel my pulse and lungs collide I take a breath...and step inside She lived alone, the last to go.... one amber dawn when skies were clear silently, without fanfare.... death wafted through these hard wood floors and took more than a glimpse of her I've been asked to sell the house, to clear it out, and set it right… Somehow, seems wrong…. a trespass on the throne of life that was softly lived behind the gate, where thirsty roses bloom, and wait… I hesitate…. to disturb the lace on drop leaf tables… disgrace the quiet of the gloom open drawers, snoop and sort, ….a pruning, of the good, the used, from worn and torn My hands are able, but my heart declines.. what isn't mine, to toss, to find, to mark, and label… I hear the echoes, in each room… along with swishings of my broom… and the dust motes in the window light like glitter in the afternoon… reminders of old sparks ingnited where cozy logs had offered light keeping her last nights warm..… The whirling sound of winds outside… whispered breaths of weaving looms the treadled sounds of sewing hems.. peddled feet, and bustling, rustling and those of clattering pans and potting blooms… There are questions I want to ask tho' I can't recall just what they were no matter now….with no one here I must be focused….on my task… it must be done… And now, …as doors of dark begins I see, somehow, that fate moved in…. I am glad that I, with my two hands… have witnessed with a smile, unplanned, A life once new, until the end I hold it all, and always will her life, I held in loving hands I stand here in the halls of night content, I'll leave without regret companioned by a day well spent… I've been within …her company ..............................................................................................................................
In coldness of a winter night With sliver of a moon for light, I walk along the frozen way, Remembering a summer's day. Come, come, my love, and walk with me. The wind is blowing out to sea. Seasons forever roll around. Lost summer's love, can be refound. We'll seek the violets where they hide, The daffodil's winter abide. The tiny snowbells showing through Are proof enough love can renew. Triumphantly, one bright spring day The blossoms as a love bouquet Will cheer a winter near dried heart. Just so, a true love can restart. won a no. 1 in Brian's contest
My autumn wine; white winter rose Please tell me how your garden grows? I've lost my touch, I feared as much You are fragile and it shows Can I still call upon you? With no words ever spoken to you? And would you come to me? Could you hear me in a dream? Would you "sense" me if I came close, But not in sight of you eyes? Would you tempt me if giving up hope Could cleanse me of all the lies? I survive through a disguise Designed to hide my immortal light You will never see it For I am a chameleon Crawling through the ancient garden The (other) not known as Eden For it has no name to keep it safe Until light shines on this darkened place "April showers bring May flowers" And so your flower has not yet soured You still have the power to reverse your desires My white winter rose, will you grow any higher? Prosper or wither The choice is now yours Bound or severed I've done all I could
Snow sprinkles the ground as delicate as sugar crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage only found in the heart of a child's imagination. Like happiness it can melt in your hands, and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth hugging till the land soaks in it's providence white like the pages I battle with Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground And when it lands, A blanket of perfection glistening the season to a crisp gently the sun arises "there's no where to go today, I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
As I walked beside the water, feeding ducks and skimming stones, I was whistling to the weather and the winter wind that moans. Dreaming dreams of summer sunshine with you walking by my side, In a land across the ocean, on the beach above the tide. There was snow across the treetops and the ducks were glad to feed And the sun so weak and wat'ry that it lacked the heat we need. But my dreams were warm and balmy filled with ocean breeze and spray; As I walked beside the lakeside on that chilly winter's day. As I strolled across the hilltops feeling icy winds that try To assault the lonely walker and bring teardrops to his eye. I was not a whit distracted from the dreams that filled my head Of a walk in summer sunshine where a foreign sheep track lead. With the views of snow-filled valleys like some massive Christmas card, I was lifted to the heavens, though the climb was rather hard, But my dreams were filled with walking on some lazy summer hills, And the thought of you beside me was a cure for all my ills. In the woods of winter magic, where the trunks are ghostly souls, I was walking in the snowscape dreaming dreams of happy goals. Of a land of forest flowers and a smell of warming pine With my arm around a lover who has whispered that she's mine. All the days of winter beauty fade like visions meeting dawn, As I dream of summer sunshine when perhaps I shall be born In a life of sweet renewal and a second chance to be Just the sweet contented poet that I think is really me.
A man's chilled hands In the depths of darkness... Candle is shining She approaches him, warming him up inside by holding him close to her. She tells him, "My love for you is stronger than the winter; no frigid air will hold you down and make you weak." He smiled at her and simply replied, "I know our love is stronger than the freezing days of winter, we can exist in a higher plane and still be warm throughout. We just need to be in close proximity to physically be warm together." With this she held his hands and he warmed up to be at her level of fire burning inside her. She warmed his hands Sure melted all the ice off... Candle illumines Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Mix It Up" contest 1/13/2013
My mind freezes as a birdbath on a chill winter night, It cracks like glass, soon dissolves in sun-drenching midday light. A thought of my winter parting completely clouds my sight, Like morning-frosted window's veil gives an obstructed view, I can't hear songbirds in winter or feel me without you. Freezing wind blows mournfully through our lives without regard for time lost, love's tender touch or beatings of one's heart. Cold and chill of midwinter render leaving slow to start. Anguished hearts as whipping snow color life hard to see. Songbirds fly late fall, winter will be time to die for me. I can feel a snow before it falls. I smell it as in a breeze. I know the North wind blows after a turning of loose leaves. Like slow leaving of songbirds, a tossing of dead weeds, I sense well signs of winter; she seeks her strength this year. When snow is gone, flowers bloom, please shed for me a tear. Place my grave atop our hill on a shaded plot of ground. Do not cry for me my dear until springtime rolls around. Songbirds will sing me hymns as springs sweetest sound. A fortunate man I have been to have loved you for so long, Remember, I still love you as you hear a songbird's song.
Smile... Dream... Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day... Soft silky and smooth on your skin... Smile.... Dream... Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind... Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass... Smile... Dream... Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face... Fingertips flit freely across your arm... Smile... Dream... Together playfully prancing like horses running wild... Spinning tops twiling tenderly.... Smile.... Dream.... Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch... Softly calling quietly, I love you!
tis cold this night so love clear starry sky behold rainbow around moon above so bold the walk in snow tis bright no path not yet we talk frosty vapors intwine in flight then caught - the fire from hill come sleighs children bound to conspire the mood now dire first kiss to weigh transpires
in blue midair It was the twenty first of January, and cold a needling thin rain was fellow to my thought, she stood across the mirroring of nightly mold, continuous the icy raindrops fell, and wrought. How argent the details became, tho' in my glance two distant waxen lights saluted to entice - - "behold my soul because the night's eluding dance invites the gazing travelers to fade on ice." And then my thought reshaped two passengers to pair amid that solitude and needle-stinging rain, details that spun life's gyroscopic lift, and flare, across the road evolved to a melodic strain. The rainfall was transformed to skyward route and mirth concourse of invitations to absorb me from perceived time's borderlands that mirrored my life's worth, descending droplets hit upon the screens to thrum. Continuum of silver flight, in blue midair, beloved of winter she became, betrothal grace, rain's queen enthroned she was across the night and fair, her laughter fled above cold January's embrace. © 08-18-2013, G. Venetopoulos (Iambic hexameter)
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world. One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends. She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn't stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud. The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall. Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months. The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up . I've been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray! The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB. They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers. Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they're not white like daisies they're not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil. The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. as they were called WEEDS .. The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don't choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance. However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn't have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water . The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ? She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
I've been living in a blizzard And it feels like there's no end Trying to keep my heart warm The freeze is fighting to get in Seems like the power's fading Threats of darkness and fear But no matter how cold it gets I know Spring must be near There's warmth in my tomorrow Light I almost feel and see This Winter won't last forever And the cold that's holding me The snowstorm that I'm facing Began when she said goodbye It's gonna suddenly melt away And on that day I'll know why There's one girl in this world She'll be a perfect fit for me Someday our eyes will meet You'll bring sweet Spring to me So I'm keeping my eyes open From this blizzard I'll survive When Spring feels so far away The hope of you keeps me alive There's warmth in my tomorrow Light I almost feel and see This Winter won't last forever And the cold that's holding me The snowstorm that I'm facing Began when she said goodbye It's gonna suddenly melt away And on that day I'll know why There's one girl in this world Who is a perfect fit for me Someday our eyes will meet Girl, you'll bring Spring to me You're my tomorrow Hope's still burning bright You might even be today I feel this could be the night You might even be today I feel this could be the night 1-10-15
when winter comes and skeletons of trees stand starkly upon the snow i will think of you and your head on my lap before the fireplace skating on the gaunt, deep pond where we made love on brighter days hot chocolate and fired brandies and standing at windows while flurries fell when it is spring again and trees bear promises as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows i will think of you when all was alive again and you believed in us within the world of nest-making and streams going home making bouquets of foothill flowers constantly profaning the word "forever" and imagining that winter was forever gone when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath i will come to the forest where we walked and i will think of you where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death and i will think of you where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world and i will understand their plight in a box called home where once laughter lived and life was wonderful there was a time before seasons and sentiment when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles and you gasped, "oh, i'm sorry! i thought you were someone else!" i smiled then and replied, "i am." it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion before time and treasons took their toll before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter
A sweet flower's funeral displayed in the cold months of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers. A sweet flower burned away, dried up; buried six feet under. Oh, my sweet flower, how you once bloomed with no remorse, like a madman blooming with beauty and a glorious halo over your head shinned with such power and blinding glory. Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now, resting in peace in the land of paradise. Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face, of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces. I can hear your crying out to be free. Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood, boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your sweet and ever glorious beauty. What I would give away, if I could be with you one last night, one last night together to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume that brings back sweet memories of you and I. What I would do to be with you, such romance travels through my heart in the highways of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me, and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust. My love for you, my sweet flower, is still ingering through the air, as I travel and look upon a tombstone which shows your beautiful name. Come to me my dear flower, when spring comes, come to me my dear, sweet flower. And bloom once again, twice as large as last year, and ten times more beautiful then last year. Come to me in the first months of spring in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you. I miss you already, and my heart crys, my eyes flood with tears of sorrow. I miss our love we shared. Long walks, cosy talks, warm cuddling embraces and beautiful displayed in a picture frame. Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane. That is all that keeps me company, that and the rose you gave to me and a picture of you and me. Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit and play a game of chess with us, we all play our game, my love. I shall go tonight in my sleepy slumber and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other. My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise, but never forgotten my sweet flower. -10/6/2013-
Winter's warmth of white glistening promise and windswept dreams Plays her glorious song through the forest of echoing tree's Tumbling in her beauty upon each facet of light profound She shimmers in a orchestrated display of heavenly sounds In her passive seduction draped in her silver diamond gown She calls to the setting sun and gently lies down... ___________ 01-03-2015
I'm still in the memories of the frost of twelve I always think how amazing your ideas are With your wonderful smile you can heal all my scars You are my angle with angle eyes and those angle lips I love to kiss I've never seen a liaison like this A girl like me and a guy like you The night of cold winter when you hugged me in the blanket so tight It felt so complete and so right I felt the warmth of your body and this beautiful relation I wish to give you the same warmth the same affection I looked at the hills intently from the balcony of our hotel room I was seeing the plants and the shrubs bloom That frizzy morning I got up early scanning your face all over Don't ask me why? I have no answer Baby, do you remember the night we walked through the dark place I was holding your hand and in the dim moonlight I could see your face Now the wintry memories will always stay with me at any pace
FLAKES PURE YET OF DESPAIR Cool feather like flakes stream falling, falling from cracking skies bosom shell skirt like white gown lace light. Swinging quiet and slow in cozy air ~ painting wonder on bored ground. Isn't it a lovely show? Atmosphere's icy blotting blanket sings chimes so sweet that couples sway. Snowflakes spell magic flair. A beauty appearing so chaste and pure yet, hidden song of despair to buds, trees, fields and birds... (c)olive eloisa 2:35 am July 08, 2014
The intricate dusting of tree limbs and grass paints such a quaint picture tonight. Cold hands in mittens , warm breath fogs the glass as we find our way towards the light. Crackling hearth's such a delight! I'm snug as can be all wrapped up in your arms though outside our window it's snowing. Captured here happily by all your charms I can't even hear the wind blowing. The warmth of you's all that I'm knowing. Let's drink a hot toddy and toast to the night as we cuddle and watch all the snow. The flakes as they drift are a beautiful sight. Right beside all the lamp posts they glow All night long they'll continue to blow. The warmth of the fire makes us sleepy and such. I am here by your side,close your eyes. I'm lost in your eyes as I feel your sweet touch. We'll sleep as the wind howls and cries; awaken to a snowy sunrise. for contest "A Winter's Night" sponsored by Francine Roberts written November 18th, 2013
Cry to me oh frozen fortress your darkened days without appeal have found no end Oh cry my lonesome flower dove for memories held through fleeting wind I call on spring my warming bath of crystal dawn and colored strands Oh play my song in velvet hymn's goes Winters cry with joyous tears This frozen Winter no longer cries and sultry love within me lies _______________________ Contest
"Winterglow Reminisce" silent embers from golden hearth of fireplace sizzled, as snowflakes gently cascaded as diamonds warming lovenest in winterglow reminisce reflecting upon fond memories of intimate proposal. as festive aura of chilled season atmosphere chimed two hearts hovered in romantic interlude exuding a precious moment in time to treasure as the merryment of jovality ignited Winter dreams. in retrospect of cherished caress beneath starlight frozen icicles melted .. succumbing to passion while the moonlight of Winter magic shared an exquisite rendezvous of love a snowy picturesque canvas enticed sheer landscape in delicate embrace of happiness, forever. *For Craig's Fond Memories Contest.
the child of a distant mother whose cry ran dry over the other, the child of nothingness in winter whose feet ran cold to the toe, to whom were she without a glow to the unknown? for whom need she commute when she does crawl than norm? then who must follow when she cries to the voice of a soul child; so dry? where is the father gone too long or were there a mother, done too long? whose child a tender care must one render to which child than love of a parent? her lips cracked in instances and tears long soaked in her tearful skin... opn28032013/0315
A flower grows from beneath a blanket Of fine and purest white It reaches toward the sun for warmth, For heat and for the light My love for you grows stronger still, Despite the surrounding cold My heart is yours, bartered gone For yours has it been sold Its petals shine from morning dew Its stem grows stiff and strong It stands strong through the freezing cold It stands the winter long I long for you, for your soft touch I miss the way you smile The longer that we stay apart The longer every mile The flower stretches through the snow It reaches toward the sun And now without you the color is gone The flower's petals, dun But as we talk, and as we learn The flower comes back to life The snow now melts and goes away As you take away my strife Spring is here and growth abounds As you and I are one We are together, we are in love The snow for now is done I see the future, in dreams I have Of our life, long and true I see the times where all I need Are comforting words from you I see the times when winter comes As winter tends to do But we still love, and we still live And I do still love you And so we live, with children ours And a life of much to see With love we live, to live we love Happy together are we I see the flower, older now, But still strong with fresh new leaves I see it growing, tall and strong Reaching to the eaves We are now old, as years have passed But old together are we And strong our love still today As strong as it can be
I will write for her clouds of color Ellipses, reddened to temper this cold! I will write for her words of purple cirrus and pink, dawns we will walk in golden sunsets. Behold yellow morning star the heavenly peach caught between Magnolia branches.. I will write the rain, the flame and this poem for her! ~ ~ ~
Bare tree branches waving histerically at the ground Wind is blowing Shadows, to be lost and never found The wind she whistles, alluring, as the Sirens of old Nakedness of Winter Nature, shivers in the cold As snow floats down, a blanket weaves around the soul Warm, the squirrels sing and dance in the nest inside your bole As evening rises, the wind ceases, the freezing cold stands still Wind stands motionless, behind the rocks up on the hill Everyday the trees absorbs the warmth from the SON Soon the buds will sprout, Winter will be gone Dedicated to Toquyen Harrell
It's cold And I long, Really not feeling well. It's winter while I Touch you within the snow. My thoughts race me Horrifyingly toward you, The pain, I can barely overcome. It's the bluest winter, Like your eyes, my dearest. And it feels so warm, Just as the shadow's Riots never reach your side. When your body's Not twisted By butchers that don't Know the meaning Of love, of weep. It's winter in our souls, None the less, May it be summer in Your cheeks as I bare you in my mind Like this prayer. In my dream we usually Hide like my Personal orison. It's winter and My soul's so hollow, I cannot even dare To speak. I'm still longing you, my brother. © 2010 Stefania Carmen Misaila
The north wind blows on loners' date, dusk cold of February and dark, strange ghosts remember us - they hark, we met on moors, one verse too late. On wharf stray winds, wild bark - like dogs, alone I wait - on time's frontier, from this devoid - alive once Pier, whereon you smiled to winter fogs. And it is strange to feel you there, you never left the winds' long call; I feel your flow in veins to haul, a string of tales - nostalgic fare. And you appear - a wraith in mind, that distant smiles with blue soft eyes, gray clouds and snow from low hung skies, - how doleful meet our dusks and twine! The night ascribes - pure quilt of snow, so much quietness falls and dearth, regales the emptiness of earth and solitude of our time's tow. Moon harbinger you'll spring to fore, if you appear, my life will shine, a conferred love will wave to mine, bloom-scented winds will reach Pier Four. © 06/26/2012 (Iambic tetrameter) entering Andrea's contest "into the gloaming"
Moonlit snowflakes land gently upon our cheeks and lashes. Flushed rosy in splendor Of winter night, we fall as one to powdered lawn. Laughter weaves through flurries as we surrender, hearts floating, to warmth of love, new and tender. Eyes reflect passion in beauty of midnight. Dazzling crystal white, winter sets dreamy stage of romance for taste of first kiss. Stars take flight overhead in constellations as we come of age; one gentle touch to calm burning of ardent rage. In delicate lace of snowy air, we rise. Our hearts soar high enough to carve the moon into slivers of silver dust. Tomorrow lies below us in promise of glaring afternoon light, to wake us from midnight fantasy too soon. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/27/13 for Francine Roberts' A Winter Night in English Quintain Contest
Bearable winter Blanket covered cold Attacked by white Gas of Fallen Snow But unbearable silent Cripples into the home Like a snake To live with loneliness Get Scattered past Comes like a shooting star Burning and blasting As a thunder bolt To the vulnerable heart Like a novel keeps turning pages Last chapters of the age Tries to be active Like a butterfly While the birds are vanishing Letting to the cold Heater in the home Makes warm the room Cooks once in a way Finding the present to share it At the evening table Cold darken lumpish light Turns to here and there Trying to realize The nature of life A sigh of pain Or a sigh of relief Unconsciously comes Likewise something missed In the life of four seasons Udaya R. Tennakoon
A Dozen Roses: Petals in the wind crying a crimson river on moonlit snow deborah burch 25012013
Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time. Let it rise Let it die Let it shine Build it high up the moon But under the sky And let the sun shine Through the skin that dims inner light Let the light unfold the eyes And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time Let it rise Let peace in the world rise High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky Let it die Let hate die As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower Full of scents and beauty instead. Let it shine Let our inner light shine Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and without pain Let it rise Let it die Let it shine Let the battle field turn into a garden Let the soldiers be the flowers And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil Build me a temple high…high up the sky To symbolize world peace. Don't rush take your time until we find out that we can shine Let our soul rise Let our evil die Let our ability to find world peace shine.
A WINTER SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love .(for Mix It Up contest) frost shields the window deepening the sleep within -- soft snores The winter chill cut deep. An eerie frosty silence loomed all over white stillness. Glad, my heart was the only thing that was on fire .But it had been so since the advent of that winter. True, funny too, I had met him only a couple of times and spoke to him just once. Then, our eyes had held each other's in rapturous oblivion of the commotion around us .My heart began its tremble at the very thought .I was deeply intrigued at the throb, but I let it stay. It was a sweet tantalizing torment .I disguised all that girly cravings in a sophisticated smile and appeared composed. All the while the feminine faculty raced frantically within the psyche to sort an answer for my mammoth attraction and hazed feelings… can it be love? I pulled on my mauve suede jacket and ankle high boots , let myself out for a tranquil pace of contemplation free from the ribbing of reality. Shamelessly banal, I began. Was it his sleek movements, or his deep tawny eyes, or his frank demeanor, or his graceful hands? I was panting. I stopped there .I entered a café for a warm recluse. As I waited for my cafe -latte at a corner table, I was drawn into a penetrating set of eyes, caught quite off-guard. He approached me and with that throaty chuckle and sincere plea, he asked me out for a walk. [Crazy? I thought to myself when I saw the soft drizzle outside]. We walked along the slippery side lanes .Heavy lidded and glazed, my eyes picked beauty in abundance .Everywhere .My hands deep in pockets and chin held up, I gave a good pretense. To look calm. But my nerves were crackling in excitement. Winter winds were harsh .He took me home. Astonishing ,I found myself talking to him with an astounding ease.Waves of warm love exuded and all I longed for was to be in his arms. But I sat there with a put on stoic diplomacy. Tapestries were classy and beautiful, I noted. And that was all .Vision blurred and wild honey flowed... I felt a warm homecoming in his arms, as natural as a flower blooming under tender moonlight.... the moon shines on two sated lovers -- cell -phone rings Mehnaz, 30.01.2013. For Debbie 's Mix It Up Contest.
Snow filled day and moonless night Winter's chill has taken bite Depression has just begun Setting in without the sun Winter blues dragging me down Longing for those eyes of brown Six more weeks is what they said I'll just curl up in my bed Heart frozen in sheets so cold Shivers come from dreams on hold Close my eyes and think of you Seeking comfort, life anew I'll imagine the sunshine, dry all my cries Til the day I gaze into those ardent eyes
The First Gift There's news for the young and news for the old, And news for a world lonely and cold, And down through the ages this story's been told How Love was revealed to all. Into the world that was full of strife God told Mary that she would give life To a boy-child, and become Joseph's wife And not to be afraid, at all. In order to keep the law of the land, They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand. To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand But there were no rooms for them all. The inn keeper said, 'I've no rooms inside But out here there's a stable; around the side, So in you all come, it's dry and wide. They all trooped inside, one and all. The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw. Joseph spread their blankets over the floor He put hay in the manger, and then saw Mary give birth in the stall. He went to her side and beheld the sight. In wonder he helped her through the long winter night. They placed the babe snug and tight In the manger; He slept through it all. The first to hear were watchers of sheep Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep, Staying awake, they did not sleep, Until the sun appeared over all. While they sat in the fields all through that night, The light from a bright star gave them a fright, Until the messenger came within sight, And pointed the way to the stall. This brightest star shone across every nation; It showed the way on this special occasion, For three wise of men, who with elation, Followed this star to the stall. First shepherds, then kings entered the door Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw, Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw; God's brightest star; born for all. Each offered their gifts to the one who would give His life, so we might know how to live. When we do wrong, with love He'll forgive, So we can forgive one and all. At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven, There's love received with each gift that is given, Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon, To remind us God's love, shines for all. The words set to rhyme and rearranged, This story throughout time, unchanged. Just as God's love has never changed, It is here and now for all. written by Wordancer
An Ode to Nelly Bligh The leaves are falling all around, They softly float to the ground. This is a real strange affair, Now that fall and winter are in the air. Gone are the flowers seen in the spring, They were tied to the stem like an apron string. The cold fall weather caused the flowers to fade, Unknown to the flowers they were unwittingly betrayed. The forest floor is filled with colorful leaves, They have fallen from the winter dead trees. Also dead and barren is the moon shinning bright, It is emitting a beautiful harvest light. The moonlit scene begins to take on the falling snow, The beauty of the evening really begins to grow. A lamp is burning in the cabin nearby, The shadow on the window is that of Nelly Bligh. Snow is falling on the cabin, from above, Nelly Bligh has just lost her most precious love. A huge collision happen at sea today, The murky waters of the Atlantic have taken her man away. The Titanic has claimed Nelly Bligh's fate, She knows that she has lost her beloved mate. She walks out to the edge of the cliff by the sea, Nelly Bligh dove in, there she will forever be. ©2008 Lynn B.
It was a visit long overdue by most people's standards. I had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape Town. I had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocket. On the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas season. A few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the Ritz. I chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the Ritz. Then reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solution. I could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny's worth of advice. My daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashion. Later that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flat. I gladly accepted. She is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey. screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches The evening of the booked flight to London, arrived. It was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departures. At the airport everything was in chaos. We were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelled. This was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticket. Some people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier). I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to London. If I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted it. Arriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the day. This I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season. To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed them. I phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the garden. It was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty. I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo. moths dart between moon flowers - lunar eclipse Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. Sleepily I took the call. It was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven am. My friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teeth. I offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time. The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinations. Heathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morning. We were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew member. We were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished to. By the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among us. A radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airport. It was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories. steep steps to flat shut out the bitter world - a heart pounds **************************************************************** *The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solstice. It was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia. "bitter" means piercingly cold..... A term commonly used by Britishers... "flat" means apartment. The Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or article. Please see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku. Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia
Written February 24, 2012 One too many times Our love has been unkind To the rigors and chills of the snow The streets they meet Intersecting the heat But the cold will blow without heed To rekindle the flame Must sound quite insane But it's all I have left in this world Yet to feed from the hand Of another's demands Could lead to the start of the fall Ride the wind Wherever it goes Don't ask it questions You don't want to know The wind will carry you home
The wind turns rustling the reddish-brown leaves. Trees stand devoid of their cover and howl Like bathers caught without a green towel. The wind turns, the arctic soul misconceives. The snows pile up around my silver car. Outraged the trees thrash and howl in the wind Smarting like young children regimented. The snows pile up; the heart is as stones are. The iris bloom, couples old, young elope. Buds develop forth from bare twigs and grow, A bald man farming a new luscious mo. The iris bloom, the heart feels raptured hope. The grass browns the dams are slowly emptied. Branches hang drooping in the severe sun, Young mothers at their hot sinks deflated. The grass browns the heart resigns abandoned. You seduce others, caress them and give Love, mine remains fervent and I forgive.
Falling leaves on nod Laying bed in a nude Winter nature in hug
Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed; The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light: Comforting carols "Silent Night" or "Brad Frumos". Comforting thoughts of good like good miners, And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight Of mother humming "Silent Night" or "Brad Frumos". Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate Under the new temptation of good and hope of right Teaching of church on "Silent Night",under "Brad Frumos" The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red, At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near "Brad Frumos" The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only The clay and flash creature but also the inner light And so many candles to see the Light on "Silent Night"...
Another year turns over, people look to see just what the coming year will mean for you and me. Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed. Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast. The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old. "Seize the day my son", seems I was always told. You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back, so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack. We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits. Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell. If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell. Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too. For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you. Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds. Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.
'Snow Falls' (c) Copyright 2014 "Snow Falls" By (Tomkatmandoo) In the brisk night of winter, snow falls soft and light, you, soft and silky, warm and clean, wander in night. Your mind a maze of beauty, your thoughts fall like snow, clean and white and gentle, you illuminate a peaceful glow. Snow falls with valor, piles up and makes a grand presence, I awake hold you close, snuggle in your aromatic essence. Drifting off as one together, nature singing in our quiet merge. Hoping in our silence, that this moment in time, will only purge. what is in our heart,, as we share this special gift of care, snow falls with valor, as we no longer feel lonely despair, A merging of love, a feel of Snow falling.......Snow Falls........... © 2014 tomkatmandoo All Rights Reserved
The roaring sound of a freight train wind, Blows northern snows across the prairie again. horizontal snow that ices over eye-lashes, Quickly brings a halt to any kind of progresses. Shivering bones and chattering teeth, Just a mile or so to the end that keeps, the warmth of a fire in a pot-belly stove, one more mile till my Wyoming home. I can smell the fire burning on a 60 mile per hour gust, Faint; but I can smell it just enough, to keep my feet moving in an unmerciful land, Please dear Lord, don't let this be my last stand. Growing tired and weary, snow up to my hips, I remember your kisses on my half frozen lips. We danced in that field of purple and white, Now, it seems I've lost my way, and I've lost my life. I think I'll sit and rest just a bit.
All the noisy critters, warblers and the morning, young horse rider have taken with them spring;s harmony; no longer can galloping beats and songbirds make this black,forest echo with their delightful sounds of felicity;.. winter has indeed stripped it of every beam of light and lovely flower. That handsome troubadour who came from France was happy, too anxious to get to Florence and live in courts of prosperity and galloping on the unpaved roads below the majestic Alps never thought of his mademoiselle who was also dreaming, drifting to places where true romance lived in sincere hearts, but sadly this was done on wishful thinking from a rose-bloomed balcony as Juliet did... without the intention of ever being wed; hear her loud cry, " Troubadours don't remain faithful for long...their desire for adventure makes all null! " From that castle where noisy ravens gathered, and shrilled, Marie with tearful eyes looked over the enchanting black forest dullest than an approaching, swelling cloud that blocked the sunlight from entering her cold window not frequented by a thrush that stayed behind for unknown reasons and took shelter in the tower below; " Poison must be a sweet drink and when one is denied love! " she declared. Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
After long day`s play with doves ,they fly in the light Let`s rest in the love
On one stormy December eve, In dusks quickly waning light, A biting wind began to weave, A tapestry of sleet and flakes of white, A frigid blanket for this winter night. Safely ensconced in her warm abode, An elderly widow dreamed, Of another night so long ago, Though only a fortnight it seemed, With a similar weathered theme. Winter unleashed her fury that long ago night, The wind a howling banshee. But her one true love held her so tight, Rendering her heart carefree, His love her security. A glowing fire crackled and popped, As her husband held her in his arms. His passionate kisses were not to be stopped; She could never resist his charms. How she relished those nights in his arms. She blushed like a girl as she recalled that night, Remembering the love that they had made. Their love for each other had been pure delight, Destined to never fade. His devotion would not ever be swayed. Closing her eyes she let the memories flow, Scenes from a lifetime of love. With a smile and a sigh her spirit let go, And soared on the wings of a dove, To join her beloved up above. 12/15/13 For Francine's A Winter's Night English Quintain contest.
It never rained ,they were my tears; the sunken secrets behind my dazzling deep eyes ! It was winter and we were lovers its winter again and my love is frozen my heart is hoarse and insane, A ruined love song rings through my ears. accursed emotions breaking into tears my lips are bleeding with your kisses a venomous love releases a sad winter's tale :( Red @ 2012 3.30 am singapore...
It happened on a cold winter day Who knew it would turn out this way A familiar face in that unfamiliar place You asked for my number "just in case" You gave me comfort even then That bright smile reeled me right in This is how it all began When I look back and wonder why I'm so happy I want to cry You came to me when I least expected At a time when my heart needed to be protected Who knew you needed me as I did you Your heart was broken and needed healing too Through shared pain our love grew It happened on a cold winter day Who knew I would fall in love this way I fell for you when I least expected Now my heart is yours to forever protect it Lay
There were seven Indian Government schools. All built alike. The one I'm writing about is Spring Creek. He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools. The Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into hiking to the lookout tower. We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the cliff north of the school., A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the bluff. I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and sinister. The footing was better once we reached the summit. The closer we got to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was easier than getting to the top and looking down. My mother didn't usually make it to the top because she didn't like heights. But she didn't mind being left behind this time. We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, but we could climb the steps to the very last one. Even my little sister managed to elude mom and followed us to the top. From the bluff we could look down on the garden. My aunt grew a huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school children. We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow heads and fossils. Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best place for us. At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease. I have a vague recollection of seeing her. Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can remember. In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas. It's Christmas now. Cold and usually snowy. We were in a winter wonder land. I'm standing at the fire escape window. The ghostly pale full moon is illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to and fro as if dancers in a ballet. I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air enhances their sharpness. The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the Indians across the river chops another supply of wood. One of his peers beats on the drum. It is one-thirty a. m. but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the cold out. Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.
In stillness of a winter morn, A carriage passed me by, Treading a path old and worn, Upon it's wheels sore and dry; The air about had a listlessness, I heard no other noise Than the passing hooves of a steed, And my inner voice... No birds in trees about that house Whose porch I sat-in, ever spoke Early in that break of dawn, So I looked when the silence broke: A little distance away, and it Crawled to an awkward halt; The horse, giving a plunge in the air, Jerked and fumed in water and salt. Out came a lady old-- Worn as the wearied wheel-- Followed by the silken robes Of a beauty most surreal. In all youth then, i never saw A maiden so fair and pure; I watched in awe as the women both, Approached at my door. In ecstasy beheld my heart The temple of this Moon Shrouded by her hair, like night Working up a rune. Smiling, bowing graciously Like simmering warmth in the cold, She spoke to ask which way led To the house of(a name she told)... Still in awe, I arranged for chairs For my visitors to sit; Over cheerful cups of tea, I told what place was it. And before, they took my leave, I thought i had to say, ''Do stop-by this place Once more on thy way'': Those eyes passed a lively glance, As if to say, ''I will'', She finally left on her way And left me standing still... Bright was the day, and the next ones too-- I rested for the Dame: Spring and summer, winter came But she never came...
His smile was as warm as the summer sun. But his cold-cold heart chilled the soul. Debonair, golden hair, he often had to run! Those notches scratched in his paltry pelt, Lay evidence of his lusty embrace. He was a hit and run, son-of-a-gun. Many young women, Slapped without a trace. A new fair maiden fell for his heat. He ripped virtue out, with a lusty hold. Surprised at the end, not even a friend. Her heart suffered. The serpent's sting – All alone in the winters freeze, Seething, in woman's scorn. - Loved and left without concern - She had esteemed him, true. What to do? The answer soon was clear. Death paid the toll in the winter cold. Her sorrow would forebear. Debonair, golden hair, He no longer had to run! Her smile was as frigid as the winter's freeze. And his cold-cold heart lay icy, still. Death caught this man who left with fast feet No more notches would he carve in his strap! She grinned as she patted his manly pelt. That winter of his frozen golden hair – © February 13, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen
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snow covered nest huddled hands in prayer dreams not forgotten
Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... Slowly as in the dream/ Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ He kisses fine/ Your eyelids / And it snows ... It snows /so slow/ It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ Waiting for summer dim/ It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ You've been looking for rescue/ You searched in wine/ But it's in me/ all the rescues are mine/ It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ But I discern the light/ Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ Prepare you for winter drowse/ And it snows/ Fallen snow/ will remind of spring / it will crumble and crackle in vain/ It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ And you'll become whole/
What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
It was time for the leaves to fall, The fields to turn white, The birds to leave for faraway lands- And the long cold lonely nights. Seemed like for eternity She hadn't had a smile - Frozen was the world around Lonely she walked for miles. Dead were the blossoms in her garden, And love was about to die- And yet she prayed to her unseen friend - For the summer of the winter sky! Not a song was heard at dawn, Only the echo of the wind- In the misty field of corn Not a farmer was seen! A wait so long, so painful to bear Left alone with no one so near She was lost in her own reverie- With tears in her dreamy eyes. And she prayed as her heart cried- Longing for the summer of the winter sky. No one knows who heard her prayer Lost amidst the silence And yet an early morning bud Blossomed in her garden! Suddenly a little sparrow was seen High on the branch of the willow tree Singing a song as if to welcome- Amidst the grey sky, a sun so warm. And love then again knocked her door Promising a life like never before- And like a happy child she opened her eyes For it was summer for the winter sky!
Under the silver sky , The essence feeling from the snow starts to fly. The northern wind evolutionary telling us , Christmas is ready to pass by. The coldness making us gather in one space , Appointing us to share a heart warmness , Reminding us to provide a gathering place. The greatest gift I can get is you my dear , Like a Santa Claus to me. When you embrace me , the lonleyness fades away , When you smile back to me , the sadness is washed away , When you kiss me , my frozen heart begins to feel again. Celebrating those happy hours with you , I have learned , love is the largest vivid emotion , Giving us the view of a colorful deep motion. Being so greatful for having you in my life , My thoughts are howeling loud , Love is not just a feeling that evokes with time , Love is an ability that can give the sense of soulful heart.
Timeless dream, a spring time mist, beautiful bliss, I'm loving this Perfect rose, may I propose, a gift with bows, a gentle kiss In the night, innocence is gone, this moment's song, I belong Lover's heat, feels so sublime, moment in time, music that rhymes Sweet embrace, you're in my arms, masterful charms, hot smoke alarms Colder now, the winter came fast, we didn't last, moment passed Date: 6-11-2014 Contest: Debbie Guzzi's "Sijo Strings"
Tender warm winter kisses evoke the warmth of summer in my heart and in place of snow flowers flourish and grow nourished with tender care that we both share. Pure white doves fly through a clear blue sky butterflies dance and rainbows materialise I see the most wondrous story within her eyes. True love is the greatest victory a gentle flowing stream a never ending dream. Peter Dome.copyright. 2012.
Shall we adjourn from the morning morgue For pizza and a game of chess? Rays Curve Along The Earth It is daybreak With morning comes the shining off the layers of the lake And mourning the opening of the floodgates We went down to the coffee table Skipping past the cherry tree This tree, it served us fruit and oak To love and to live beside the wood And there we played a game of chess [/i/The bishops had fallen but the castle was gone The White king shoved the guardsman pawn He fell soon after To roars of laughter They all adjourned to the morgue To the final morgue] Tea for two and two for tea Still Café Paris for you and me We lounged in striped sky blue beach chairs Our raking gazes grazed the summit of the hill I would not have sat still But for the girl that had lain The girl wreathed in flame Scratched her shoulders and laughed with the rain I wondered: did I dare? Hold her hand and descend into the uncharted lair? Gears and Cogs It was between April and June I began to build my bicycle Fitted in a third wheel By then I couldn't tell what was true What was real? Took her down ol' King's Road Gave her a short spin But for the third wheel she would've broken She survived, just barely, a token The token piece remained unbroken I BUILT a house of upside down I KNOW that lost is lost but found She was my house of upside down I built her and she built me We built each other in the machine Gliding Through The Winter Wood It is nightfall With dark tags along the midnight sun Unwanted but unaffected She shifts the curves along the earth And ruffles up the winter wood Where I have been waiting Where I have wasted many a night praying And on the tree bark painting For love and for my love And the taking of an oath and tea What then shall the leaves fall From thy hand onto the snow And when shall there be daylight once more? For now I shall be gliding Gliding through the winter wood Dark amongst the silver white I am king and you are queen In an endless game of chess
Frozen in Crystalline – Number 2 Suspended icicles sublime Kisses on a bench frozen in time Contest: Frozen in Crystalline Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Dated: 25.11.2014
The cold is coming on the wind is moaning high above the frozen days are long, let's build a fire, my love When winter's gone will you still keep me warm? When dark skies clear, will you leave with the storm? Outside, our noses freeze a chill comes whistling through in drifts up to our knees, hot when I look at you When winter's gone, will you still linger on? As spring arrives then where will you be found? The snow floats gently down each white lace flake unique There's no one else around and we've no need to speak The sky holds icy stars that gleam against the crystal blue the city lights are far and I'm closer to you When winter's gone, will memories stay long? When icy streams thaw, will I be alone?
'Tis winter season— a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth. The trees are drying, as bones, gripping water from the winter soil. It's resting on an earth snow: dancing in chilliness, dazedly. Perchance, it's waiting for a poignant breath that will give him soul. To feel, once more, from being numb. To warm his heart; but the serenity and the turmoil have ended. The dream is forgotten by the prized. The dream is freezing the lover.
Glance winter night The summer in your face twice with the moon
The cool winter breeze blowing across me, the sweet little bird flying in the sky free. Everything so cool and calm around all happiness lost,seems again to be found, in the nature of life with the cool winters and always hope for good with crossed fingers Such a season,physically changing the mind, cooling off every anger,whatever that I find. Along with the breeze the winter brings in the warmth of happiness,and a lovely dream The dream of a girl,smiling at me everything looks beautiful ,just as is she. Walking along with her ,I'm always at ease she holds my hand and we walk in the winter breeze.
Dimly lit, in the milky sky, Washed out in icy blue, The winter sun is hiding shy, Hugging the horizon. Here, in the crisp, biting snow, And frost without thaw, I let bittersweet emotions go, To burry them in ice. A cave for love gone wrong, Blended into white. Forever more shall it belong, Deep inside the snow. I love the winter wonderland, This perfect palace, A kind of cold I understand, Within my frozen heart. I embrace winter's fierce serenity, Her strong and stoic face, There is nowhere I would rather be, Than safe inside her arms. **For Constance' Scavenger hunt**
Winter weather comes in starkness; but human spirit adds its blaze. Flickering embers spark the fire; sending fragrance everywhere. Stockings hung beneath the mantle, burning wood, eyes in a daze. Glad hearts singing, holiday ringing, shoppers rushing here and there, The stint of winter man has entered, real loves viable affair. Wind-songs float on gentle breezes; melodies traverse freezing land. Gifts of love become infectious as people demonstrate their care. Thoughtful folks seek out the needy in hopes to lend a helping hand. Life's refreshments cheering the season, love and giving fills the air. Lights adorn the darkest nights, uplifting souls with holiday fair. Seeking God's mantle, conferred to men, aids calmness, oh, times fast pace. Devoted service freely given, teaches souls a peaceful love. As the season welcoming winter, earth takes on a brand new face. Likewise men look up to God finding renewed calmness from above. Slower paces, cold days know, warms while hearts escape life's push and shove. Lively feasts and celebrations change into nature's winter show. Squirrels with acorns tucked in tree trunks, snuggle, snowflakes falling down. Deer sleep in the crinkling cover; temperatures plummet very low. All is well upon the earth, when daylight brings sunlit warmth around. Fallen leaves decorate the earth with reds and yellows turning brown. So it is that life does cycle interwoven with social themes. Man and nature on one planet, sharing the great gifts God has made. Distracted at times, mundane actions, yet reminded, so it seems. That with great wisdom God created every season's next cascade. Frozen waters fight the springtime when winter's beauty is waylaid. © November 8, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen
At last a chance to settle down it's been a real long day ... A cup of coffee by the fire we're in the house to stay... A cold north wind is blowing strong it's nice and warm inside... They say the snow will fall for days we'll take it all in stride... I've gathered all the wood we'll need to keep us nice and warm... We'll cuddle by the fire place enjoy this winter storm... All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
The poet met the player in summer When the days are long and the roses bloom She rhymed the word summer with lover And he smiled as his strings he tuned The poet loved the player in autumn When the trees turn as golden as sunbeams And the player strummed and sang of freedom And the poet compared him to a dream The poet missed the player in winter When distances seem to grow with the cold There's much merit in words, but cold fingers Do so beg for a lover's hand to hold But the poet gave the player her heart And that is the way the sweetest songs start
Crystal silence of a frigid night And I walk alone. I breathe the scent of bitter cold, Lonely in the snow. Whispers linger in the frozen air, Just waiting for the dawn. Father Time has gone to sleep And I cannot move on. Oh, darkest winter in my soul! You cannot hold me here. Tantalizing Crystalline – A million frozen tears. Oh, darkest winter in my heart, More beautiful than spring. Glittering Temptations, but – True love, you'll never bring.
The shadows over take my mind at times but your love stands so true for me it takes care of the pain I feel but when the shadows call it seems so loud when your soft whisper is covered by clouds Why so faint is Thy voice for me did I fall to hard inside this hole Do the clouds stand so close for a reason let me out of this season of darkness let me hold Thy hand inside mine keep me warm and fill my heart I love the way you touch my face when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace Your truth is all I need to live a true life for all to see your hand and love guiding me But I can't walk this road alone I need to hear your voice inside I need your touch so very much I see the pain and feel it to I need your love to lift the blue's Take me now and use my life Help me Lord, to escape the strife. Written By:©Betty Bolden
Too young is my love to ask this baby to wear winter`s mind as glove.
Falling in love, then parting away I've been repeating such relationships Examining my memories thoroughly I would seek sweet shadows I can taste the sweetness of the past Although you are no longer with me I'll be alright If I shut my eyes I believe I believe I will see unchanging love When you've gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea Warm the autumn winds As well as the winter snows with your style Four seasons with your love Once again Promises based on desire alone Will fade with tone Can you feel me underneath your skin? Considering that we love each other so, As long as we believe that, yes…. No matter how far away you may be Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber Leave a message on the summer beach Warm the autumn rain & winter tears With your unembellished love Four seasons with your love Within my dreams Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind Warm them, no matter what day it is Four season's with your love Four scene, four four seasons Deep within my heart Four scenes, I'll be alright Four scenes, four four seasons Four scene, stay with me... Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...
Dry chill in the air under a sky sprinkled with stars like glitter on felt thick as dust. Faint air of chimneys in the distant town wafts lazily by. Night falls and it's sounds awaken. Distant howl of the nightly pack, some unrest as cars dart down the nearby road. Despite it all, the security we create is palpable. Legs entwined as I pull you close, feel your warmth, you skin soft to my fingertips. You chatter from the cold...I draw you even nearer for a nibble on the lips followed by a deep thrust of the tongue. Ironically warmer now, though we are naked. Skin to skin, pheromones at play. You body quivering and soft moans emanating from a place no one has seen. I drink you in, in waves. Your moans are matched only by the heat of passion I feel now as we are sitting, facing each other in a moment of pure love and expression. I can make the lines of your face faintly through the steamy air we've created. I sense peace, pleasure and security. You are beautiful. We are joined as one, warm and wet, the musk of sweat and sex too much to ignore as we continue this love dance. Coolness at last, the doors swing wide. We walk, talk, and you are mine. We explore the subtleties of our faces, necks, arms, chests. We know one another as we do ourselves. We are one in spirit and body. The night ambles on, as our time draws near. Parting, how hated. I fumble for a last kiss, walk away, trembling. I sit, stand, run to you again. Once more, with passion. You can't go, but you must. Not forever, but for now. Though separated by dimensions, you remain near in a dream and in my heart, forever.
Birds of season in the air Maybe slipped out of sleep from bottom deepest of the heart Earnestly coolest of the all Out of alleys Beyond the locked gates Out of the lost In coldest fields Sweet of lips In season clinging butterflies A passion messenger of the heart Message With Pigeon glued balmy landed in my bed Sent of summer In winter lonely coldest bid Words sweet Birds of season in the air
FOR LO, THE WINTER IS PAST For Lo, the winter is past The rains are gone Glorious are you in the eyes of the sun Your warmth binds me The flush dawning world is ours Victoria Anderson-Throop © 11/20/2012
Gray is the season that withers blossoms dulled by satin frost how they sadly fall cruel chill, it breaks them all rest, Rest immortal doves while Winter feigns treasures lost Crystal brooks still as dusk mirror figures warm at heart oaks over icy knolls sprawling old souls flutter, flutter leafless arches for that single spark of life to start Blushing through frozen woods morning hints at splendor, frail a starling in the snow sleeping on her bough wake, wake feathered angel sing sweet trills of the nightingale ~ Luther Lynton Seahand ~
Its there I want to feel your curves drip in wetness. To feel your chills turn cold as I drive you up the wall. I want taste your pleasure with my tongue as I run wild. Wild through your valleys I can hear the waterfall run. Drip,drip your juices flow from deep within.. The heat unbareable but a pleasure none the less. It's winter time but I'm sweating like summer is here. As you find me at play up and down your bodies sensation. My lips you feel tugging your emotion as they gently kiss your curves. The spots I hit you've never known this before. As I find everyone that puts you in a twitch and a awh of the moment. The peaks are hard as snow cap mountains in a winter blizzard. Our bodies skin to skin all wrapped in loves pleasures. The moment we share be of great spirit and soul devine. But the love we play through our emotion only to find. To find that we both most want and that is to be near and loved. But to be stripped and done in a way none other has ever know. But to pleasure you through and through as I kiss you softly. I just want to explode in the excitement of two in love. But feel you next to me naked and both us sweating as the fan blows through.
Let us go my friend into the white, soft pillows of snow that sits undisturbed in the yard. I'll grab the shovels and you grab the buckets my friend and we shall build a snow fort, that'd be the envy of the neighborhood. Let's go my friend, I'll build the walls, you build the towers, and we shall put the flag up together. Come now, go here and I'll go here. Make snowballs the size of our hearts, and I'll storm the fort, and you shall protect it. Come now my friend, if I shall win, then this little snow fort, shall become a snow fort of love. .2.13.2014.
A special time When the sun shone bright In clear winter light Robin Redbreasts Darted back and forth Singing gaily The splash of red Upon the snow As they were being fed In a magical world Belonging to you and me Christmas , came In our hearts The joy of giving Beneath the tree In a castle To the right of the Winding Stair A great tree grew A mighty fir In soft winter light The candles lit Upon a tree Faerie light Golden feathers from Heartstone Eagles Were put on the tree Ribbons and lace from the Queens Glowing berries from the Kings A living tree Filled with colour Decorated with love For you For me In a magical world Under a tree Christmas came In soft winter light Kings and Queens Gave generously Gifts of love Colour Of tranquillity Passed on through A kiss A touch Under a tree Faeries flew Trees, whispered A castle, lit The love felt, too A single touch Passing You give your self To everyone They share all of you As they share too Forever lasting This is a Heartstone Christmas For what is given Is love Colour Tranquillity Under a tree There is no greater gift Then giving all of you The light inside glowed You wanted this, and it showed I want to share A Heartstone Christmas With you Hold your hand See the Northern Lights Faeries too For a Christmas at Heartstone Is a time for love A time to be free Where the heart knows Of everything For it shows In you
…and I will come. When the first snow falls down/ when the fall gives its rights/ to the winter/ you know I will come/ for good or for bad/ I'll board the train/ Passing by / stations/ and countries/ I promised/ and I remember/ You said "there's no fortuitous meetings/ …and I will come. When the first snow falls down/ When you'll lose the trace/ When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/ I will/ I will come… Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/ Just the road / for sure/ Before/ take you I'll ask/ "are you ready to go?" / You are ready/ I know/ All the noise doesn't matter/ I don't haste/ will be later/ …I will come. When it finally turns out/ That November is overthrown by December/ When the first snow falls down/ Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ And I will come… Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/ You slashed me/ with thoughts/ I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/ Our world is alive/ our life/ we're alike/ And I…. I will come. When the first snow falls down/ When the death is changed into fate/ When the winter gives up/ To wait/ for spring/ to stay with shining sun/ I will come.
so sad for the loss comfort the families L'Isle-Verte pray * * - Quebec fire bodies search temporarily suspended
Each morning, a white symphony wakes up the same melancholy, Cold sun and the white which will burn… Dreams and the dust filling the urn From the back of the time`s pony Each morning, a white symphony; The wind`s instruments by the sea; Violins on sky`s balcony; All seasons`tribute in advance: Winter with its full dress entrance; Each morning, a white symphony; Hearts`s piano found harmony. Hope established its colony; Kids with carols and happy eyes. Soon, they make a palace from ice. Each morning,a white symphony.
Tonight,.. stars dangle from the trees, honed thistle sharp, while years unfold and winter's muse, has pierced the cold. A song is stirred within the breeze, sad words like snowflakes in the air, that drift through years of old despair Although our summer had to leave, forgotten shadows of requite embrace the hallows of the night Forever words, were once conceived, still tangible, are brought to light in dreams that could not be with you ~ Although our time can't come again, the tears still fall, ..to old refrains. Tonight,.. stars dangle from the trees. Reminders of another time of summers when the world was mine Forever' words, were once conceived, but, youth was fragile like the leaves. I view the stars from yesterday New seasons came, and tore us free. What matters now, are memories. When winter comes, please... think of me. _______________________________________________ By Carrie Richards Option:"Romantic"
I search for words To describe this feeling... After you told me You hate me... I remember when I went swimming in the ocean One day in January... Ice was curled in elaborate design Of wind-blown swirls on the sand... Snowflakes mixed with grains of sand And bitter wind blew both into my face- Sea foam blew across the beach Like stray, sodden mushroom clouds And the ocean waves were dark And angry... It was so cold, this January... But I wasn't scared. That day, I had I thought of The ocean in autumn; When I swam last in autumn, It was October, and the Wind was harsh and strong; Waves were wild with The fresh memory of stormclouds, So they crested high and broke hard On the beach... The sun hadn't shone that day either. The water, when I dove into it, Was cold, but warmer than the air- Vicious to look at, But under the surface of the waves Still gentle as summer... Familiar... I had gone back in more than once Just because I loved the feel, The pull of the current, the raw energy Of the water against my skin, And I dove through waves again And again... I knew it would be worse this time, A few months later And so many degrees colder... I almost decided not to do it When I peeled off my coat, My shirt, my boots, pants, and socks... The wind bit my skin hard, tearing Into my warm body, and the gound, Icy, was like bared teeth against the soles Of my feet... Too late to back out now. So I ran, barefoot, over ice-ringed Puddles of seawater and snow-flecked sand... I reached the water, the first soft waves... I was slowed by the foamy surf, Which, only knee-deep, was a strong deterrent, But then I was past it, and I dove... That first, frigid, smack in the face As the water closed over my head Stole all heat, all memory of heat, From my body all in an instant... I surfaced gasping in shock, Heart about to either stop or burst- I'm still not sure which, All I could think of was the cold... It was so cold... Colder than anything I've ever known... I retreated clumsily- I should have recoiled from the ground, Stepping quickly and lightly Over cruelly sharp grains of Equally mixed ice and sand, But I could no longer feel the cold... I could feel nothing... Could think nothing... When you told me you hate me... It felt like that.
my mark is fresh like snow in air brisk and mist will crisp on hair fists ball up from risk to care whisper and stare but all is fair love and reason, flow like seasons the endings blending and quite seeming parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming half is seeing, the other believing eyes align and beats will sync eyes a line for heat to sink taken quickly for a fall lovers stroll through memories' hall echoes stir sight and scent my senses flight keeps suspense until logic teaches what it meant all good things come to an end summer lighting longer days more hours to burn for lovers lay precious tokens we hope to stay from constant change or parting ways spring into action to save those astray a few more years can cost a pay with lives and sacrifice displayed perhaps tomorrow will be okay years can fly like clouds in sky feelings revealing what to decide and just like that were back to try to love the same until we die
The coldest white had fell Surrounding all the feet of those behind The day turned into hours Just in the mind Did the gift appear in night? Or were dreams reality? Did it come from karma's hands? It drifts from sanity The trek towards that happy place You've been there many times Something was different now It held a horrible surprise The box wasn't full of life and sound The ashes of memories made were here Taking longer to twist the knife Left remains of a child now in tears Standing still you couldn't breath Excuses flying in your mind Trying to figure out the scene Hoping there's time You look up to see Expectant eyes for the last time You wish you could keep But it's the saddest of a smile
Sparkle sparkle flakes in flight. Sparkle sparkle crests in white. Snowflakes falling blowing bright. Side to side in squalls pressed tight. Cooling winds from upward gusts. Frosted ice falls down in thrusts. Foreheads cold in clammy rusts. Frozen stiff 'till something busts. Banks weighed down like heavy flour. Snowflake pieces charged with power. Hills and valleys waves that tower. Simple curves much like a flower. Dim and hazy light of moon. Yellow mustard simply strewn. Calm and quiet for a tune. A lover's night to make us swoon.
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He looks at me in his suit of white with that calm smile upon his face he is a marvelous sight people all around me look but their faces I can't see in this winter wonderland he's the only one for me I almost run toward him with excitment my cheeks warm except my father's right beside me holding tightly on my arm upon arriving at the alter I pull a white rose from my bouqet then I lean toward my father and as I place the rose I say "Daddy it's okay now you can let go of my arm with this man here beside me I will not come to any harm" a smile spreads across his face but there's tears within his eyes as he gives me to the man I love afterward he replies "I know you'll be okay but I'll be here anyway if you ever need any help just call me night or day" with that he turns away and takes a seat below then I turn to the man who's face is all aglow looking at this man's face I feel as if in a dream with all these emotions in my head I don't know whether to laugh or scream with a laugh I say I do somthing in his eyes glow then after a kiss that ends to soon my HUSBAND and I turn to go outside the church the sun shines bright such a glorious sight to see but in this winter wonderland he's the only one for me 11/8/2013
It's what I do There's something about these early morns They make me want to write Each day My heart feels so brand new That it be my delight To sit here putting words to paper As they well up from my soul Which clears me up. And cleans me out And make each moment whole I don't know really, why I do it I guess it's what I do But I can tell you one and all It makes me feel brand new To put this stuff down on a sheet And know I've done it well Though whether good, or mediocre I really cannot tell. I know that I'll be doing this Until my dying day Each morning for so many years I've woke up in this way 'I'll write some poems for my wife That's what I love to do And then I'll watch the dawn come in Then I'll write a poem or two And I'll write about most anything I don't care what it is I'll write of love, I'll write of death I can only tell you this Each word that wanders from my pen Is as true as it can be It be the way one sees the world As it comes filtered through me. 30 June 3013 : 0508hrs.
Warmth After snow the ice sets in with wind Temperatures plummet in the cold The humble house gets cozy with the warmth inside Built by the fire in your eyes Small cabin, but, enough protection on the lumber logs My love and I venture out to the wilderness Bundled up in winter gear Take each other by the hand It keeps us strong It reaches into our hearts And starts an ember there for warmth
Winter Of Memories Champagne and sables delicious and grand While the wonders of love no where is found Finding dimension of memories in time A winter of love we hope to find With memories darkened all bitter and brown As walls of shadows spills to the ground Buried deep in my mind my eyes fills with tears Deep in my soul theres so many fears Memories now dying all hardened and cold Into A winter of memories was A human stained soul Truth and rhyme might drop memories Just like A winter of memories....... Written by Artie Beason 3/2007
It is that of the rain to which falls. That of a winter wind to which blows. It is of the rain drop to which started this day. Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day. It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed. That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form. There I lay, with a thought of you this day. As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day. You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder. But it's there with gentleness to which God watches its fall. As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall. It's there; I'm curled in the sheets. Wishing you was at my needs. As it is with my heart to which reins for you. That it's there to which my heart sweats for you. Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about. It's there the drops fall as it moistens the ground. A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love. It's there I want to experience drops with you. Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode. That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness. As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave. And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.
flower grows from beneath a blanket Of fine and purest white It reaches toward the sun for warmth, For heat and for the light My love for you grows stronger still, Despite the surrounding cold My heart is yours, bartered gone For yours has it been sold Its petals shine from morning dew Its stem grows stiff and strong It stands strong through the freezing cold It stands the winter long I long for you, for your soft touch I miss the way you smile The longer that we stay apart The longer every mile The flower stretches through the snow It reaches toward the sun And now without you the color is gone The flower's petals, dun But as we talk, and as we learn The flower comes back to life The snow now melts and goes away As you take away my strife Spring is here and growth abounds As you and I are one We are together, we are in love The snow for now is done I see the future, in dreams I have Of our life, long and true I see the times where all I need Are comforting words from you I see the times when winter comes As winter tends to do But we still love, and we still live And I do still love you And so we live, with children ours And a life of much to see With love we live, to live we love Happy together are we I see the flower, older now, But still strong with fresh new leaves I see it growing, tall and strong Reaching to the eaves We are now old, as years have passed But old together are we And strong our love still today As strong as it can be
Warm hearts thumping in rhythmic pattern all together in a chorus so divine, that it speaks to the soul and sings to the heart, and we join hands and dance in the winter paradise of such beauty in the changing of the world. As we all dance and sing, we show each to each a beautiful thing that makes us all sing. Warm hearts we are and warm hearts we do have; all we do is love and love again, in the times of different seasons we dance and sing and love, for our warm hearts they love one another, and together they shall beat together, one by one- and with the taking of a springtime storm we shall indeed enjoy such beauty our warm hearts produce. .2.14.2014.
Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home) Autumn: the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being, you left, taking your smile and mine, my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill. Winter: pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights, my tears remain frozen, within, unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies. Spring: birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around, memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked, and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook. Summer: alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire, yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies, dancing on clouds, blissfully free, Monsoons: heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream, rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears, and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go, and though I may wear the mask of the clown, if you were to leave again, my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.
It is that of the rain to which falls. That of a winter wind to which blows. It is of the rain drop to which started this day. Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day. It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed. That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form. There I lay, with a thought of you this day. As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day. You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder. But it's there with gentleness to which God watches its fall. As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall. It's there; I'm curled in the sheets. Wishing you was at my needs. As it is with my heart to which reins for you. That it's there to which my heart sweats for you. Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about. It's there the drops fall as it moistens the ground. A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love. It's there I want to experience drops with you. As the rain covers the windows on the down fall through. Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode. That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness and an explode! As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave. And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.
Thoughts in his head as he tries to sleep Cause him to ponder, remember and weep All the great things and all the mistakes He knows there is a reason he is still awake Can it be his Creator's own guiding hand? Or an epiphany in his mind set for foreign lands? Alas, these are the headaches that cause so much pain So much to lose, yet so much to gain One can never set aside the dawning of the morrow For it holds adventure, happiness, regret and sorrow The thoughts of dear loved ones causes temporarily healing Then immediately the anger is much more revealing And as he scolds those there who are there to help He pushes them away thinking "I am no whelp!" The cold winter winds are wretched and fierce Into his soul they demolish and pierce He then falls to his knees and begins to pray To anyone who help make this storm go away Finally out of the winter abyss A figure appears and grants him a kiss A kiss full of passion, warmth and desire It nearly turns this winter storm into St. Valentine's fire Immediately it stops, all the world goes to black He is awake in his bed, safe from attack The answer to his loneliness has become perfectly clear This resolution will come in the next New Year
Written November 17, 2013 The summer dies slowly Into autumns arms And winter does linger Until spring breathes at dawn I've fallen for you Cast under your spell My gaze as stone As the old towne well My face as pale As the moon in the night sky My heart unspoken Left wondering why These days are so chaotic Yet these nights so serene
My letters, somewhat unrealistic and poetic, have always been sweeter than long kisses, making you feel happy and float on sun-lit clouds, but little did I know that you secretly flirted with guys on Tweeter; read this last one: your unfaithfulness is obvious and can't dispel doubts! Hear the ugliest words coming from my angry mouth, once they were the notes of songbirds, now they've turned very bitter; but you like them waited for Fall to migrate South... selfish, selfish heart you ran from me when snowflakes sprinkled the air! This coming winter can be my loneliest...I won't have any of your kisses... I'll sit alone to watch the first snowfall and hear the Northern wind hiss!
In the spring you're my flower As your perfume fills the air Your angelic beauty is the reason All the people stop to stare In the summer you're the reflection In a cool clear mountain lake Your warm smile in the morning Will cause the sun to wake In the autumn you're the breath of fall That whispers to the trees Your voice is so enchanting The trees divorce their leaves In the winter you're the snowflake You're simply one of a kind You melt my heart as I melt yours That's truly hard to find I guess the season I love the most And you're the only reason More than Summer, Spring, Winter or Fall You're my favorite season
Winter Lovers Intense stares Nights filled with Tender touches Emotions rise as Romantic kisses and Loving, passionate arms Overtakes all your senses Valentine's Day celebrated Every February so you Remember the love you Share with your Winter Lover
Your skin glows like hot coals in a winter fire and blossoms as softly as would a bed of nettles in the dusty rains of spring . My burning heart rises like an organ and leaps like a giraffe at the scream of your name,Charmaine The evening descends like a crowd of great black crows' wings I am calmed by your old silk slip that I carry into the pub every night not caring what the other men think of me. I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears with blotting paper[ as I bought too much] and give you freshly brewed brandy from my own glass teapot As my cigar falls from my lip, it reminds me of your lost hopes of winning the Lottery. In the hushed evening, I listen for the last strum and thump of the neighbour's TV. My heated body leaps into my bed along with my spirits and my photo of you and a few dozen other women. I wait in the crystal moonlight for the email with your secret plans so that we may peer at one another shortsightedly in search of the the physical joys and spiritual completion of true love whilst simultaneously watching ancient films on the TV and cleaning our nails and ordering the groceries on line and other tasks we don't yet remember to forget how beautiful it is to love and cherish someone as winter descends like a ton of dead rabbits. and Xmas approaches like a Victoria line train coming into Euston almost sucking us off the platform to certain death. How much longer will you keep me waiting?
To be honest Winter stings And it forever broke my heart, but to tell you the truth I'm addicted to the pain Addicted like a drug addict Winter froze my heart And took away the dandelions for its own pleasure But it forgot one Left it deep in the cave Living with no sun I met it the other day while writing a haiku Last one to leave my Broken heart Alone It tries to glue my life back together But I'm already gone
Behold the snow all clear and white Within its glow a winter's sight It settled in sometime last night While fires of passion burned so bright He told her that he loved her so He bared his heart to let her know She knew his love was pure as snow And that he'd never let her go For them the clouds seemed always white And kiss filled laughter all they know They never felt the cold of snow When every star showed future bright Yet endless bliss just wasn't so For she had other dreams in sight So much to do before her night And so for now she had to go Then in his hand was something bright Which loosed a shriek into the night Now hidden somewhere out of sight Behold the snow all clear and white
Our Love My heart starts aching late at night, When I start dreaming of you. Remembering all the memories of light, All the good times and the bad with the feelings due. I'm crying every night, Because of all we lost. I remember when our love shinned bright, Now the light smoldered by the cost. My love for you, Is true. I'm sorry that or love has died, Black as the darkness of a winter night. I can't imagine that you cried, Not even in the wettest winter night. Now I came strolling by, Looked through the window and saw him. I tried my best not to cry, As the light in my heart grew dim. I tore up the flowers I bought. I thought about busting down the door, But there's nothing to say That I haven't said before. Now I just continue strolling, Around the corner and down the street. And I still don't know Why things happened like they did, But I just walked on home, And dreamt of what I dare not did. Now I just lay there, Like my heart has fallen out. I miss you dear, But now my light has burnt out. My love for you, Was true. 06/06/1999
Home By: Sami LaRose 9/23/12 Something that used to be so flavorful, sweet, and tempting has done nothing more for me now than left a bitter taste in my mouth, and a sting upon my rooftop Kissing you was fun, but only for so long as the early morning went on and on Sometimes old favor songs come on, and it reminds me of a much happier place Pretty hazy now, The memories begin to fade, and as you smoke more weed the anxiety starts to fade away . Your car gives me a heart attack, anytime I am on the road I have to look back, so paranoid by the fact that you could be right there it puts a most foul and disgusting odor in the air It reminds me of the smell of burning flesh, and my stomach begins to tie in knots. My stomach drops six feet under, and it is there no longer there, Thumb, thumb, thumb, better square up your heart, you wouldn't want to have a seizure now would ya As the blood oozes out and you watch it pour in your hands and on your clothes, you take out a needle and begin to sew Something you are most used too, the pain is sometimes so real. All in your head, yes it is, but sometimes it's a physical illness too, forever feeling sick and lonely I look out the window and get into the zone I always think about the long winter nights, they remind me of the days that didn't make sense The winter is m comfort zone, it's the only time I feel at home.
mohair grips as certainty slips away beneath the covers blanket heavy as sleep recedes sinewed lovers breath escapes blush lips sense fingertips hush touch lingers caressing fingers
The Snowflake Heart By Elaine Roy T's the heart, that falls so deeply, that leave it love, like snow upon a meadow. Falling softly as tender touches , each falling snowflakes melts; finding it way into the hearts of the ones you love ! For within the heart lye each snowflake, glinting with love. It's when you touch the heart of someone, you begin to see the hidden snowflake that's glitters, went the warmth of love is felt! To embrace one's heart, is to seek with in the fallen snow. It's how you create the wonder of love, like a snow angel. It's the magic of love, like the finishing touches that creates snowflakes! Every one, is able to seek the heart of wonder. It's how we create a bond to each other's hearts! Each snowflake is different but still a snowflake; just like our hearts!
BARKEEP REAP ANOTHER ROUND FOR THOSE ROSES Came then the snow When winter made its way to woe Came then the cold And beckoned beauty my eyes would behold With a lapse of loneliness was I by bemusement bequeathed Bemused by a lady accused of granting far too much grace With more than a tincture of temptation And hair woven of libation and lace Came she to me to say to me how wondrous winter can be As windswept flakes of snow bounced upon and blessed the ground While I soaked in her soothing seraph sigh and a sanctified sound And each time she'd blink the snow would turn pink While the roses required a requisite drink The garden was jealous of the palette the lady did portend Colors crammed with the kind of credulity chrysanthemums contend But buds bow and become belittled by the wind And wilted by weariness Nature seemed reluctant to rescind Held hostage by the threat of what might be hurled down from the scurrilous sky above Held hostage as she holds hostage now my love Came then the frigid weather With love no longer a tender tether Only snow below fallen from on high And me to watch those drunken roses die © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
Walking in the snow As puffy flakes float by We make a pair of footprints While walking side by side Walking in the snow As our breath fogs the air, Our footprints paint a picture Of our quite presence there Walking in the snow In a vast land of white We leave some imperfection A testament to life
The deadly air of autumn's blow Empowered winter's cold to flow, But spring's warmness began to grow Releasing summer's smoothing glow. It started out as a mer gaze, Bringing my lonely heart ablaze, We were lost in a lovely maze Surviving the long autumn days. Can we handle the freezing cold? The one that wraps us close and hold Unto each other like glimmering gold As time stops, turning us into winter's mold. We slit in half when spring arrived As I believed love was thrived, I felt you had my heart revived But it was clear you were contrived. Now summer begins to boil down And I can see all your endless frown, You indeed fooled me like a clown So now I watch our affair slip, drown. Summer was to bring us together, But spring showed we're light as feather, In winter we were twined with tether, Did you enjoy autumn's weather?
Capture a star and beauties become The moon mellows as loveth succumb For the wonders weep as the winter willows For the summers keep until beauties billow The weary weeps as the weddings wade For art thee in heaven where stories art made? She whispers love's wish doth seeketh bliss As her kisses capture longings amiss
IN EVERY WINTER I WRITE Every winter I write Not to you Let God forgive . That day you told me Of fence and fantasy If life is kept in abeyance , If life is kept in my hands, You'll not be the chosen one . I look through kaleidoscope Objects I see tantalize Condescension of life Tunnel of love and light . Dark clouds invade sky We grope out to find life Or our space Will be occupied Byanother souls . You speak of sprits Their spaces and mobility Visiting us often To feel us Our lovelessness What will they think of us Our life and theirs !!!
Crisp, fresh footsteps on the smooth serene picture of snow darkened by night. They ruin the blanket of nature left by the flurries in the midts of winter with a new beauty, in which I find more attractive. The crisp, fresh footsteps of your departure leave me to ponder on the questions at trial in your mind; Have you enjoyed the day, the cook-off at church, sleeping at your grandmothers, eating at mine? and the safety of your journey back to your warm, messy bed. I sit on the edge of my own, waiting for the return of the crisp, fresh footsteps one snowy day.
Over long winter hours Feeling angst about the enduring absence of a pleasant stasis, The ninja like treachery of nature, camouflaged in the subtly sweet aroma of hyacinth and spring dew, sneaks past the awaiting anticipation of discomfort. How long has it been since Nature's sweet halter was again shown, Torturing lost companions with its overbearing presence? The relinquished thoughts and plans replaced. Uncomfertability, tension, and a sense of impuissance take hold of all decisions and actions. A pill for such things causes more than dry mouth and hot flashes. The treatment has been known as the cause in many a heart's aches and sudden collapses. Pharmacopeia fails to vitiate the limerance of one's soul for the unattainable warmth of spring's wrath. Once again, winter is preferred over possible allergic reactions.
UNSUPPORTED CODE What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
I sit before my snow framed window, watching thick flakes drop from the dark sky, parachutes that disappear into the calm white sea below me. The light is fading framing a reflection, I see myself glazing, still like a photograph, inside, I drift back to the watery place by the Black Sea. I can't remember that moment in detail, when I crashed through the surface and into this blue wash of emotion which has charged me magnetically. The snow has receded and the sky is now dark. But the time just stands still as I relive those thoughts, gathering strength with my will to reinstate through alchemy. In the distance my senses are stirring again. Steadily, they come closer, I hear them whisper to me, "drift back to the surface and let go, its just a memory".
In a world only they know from their first meet She craves his manly touch and desires their souls to greet Flesh from two in love in grace upon cotton white Unification to be their want this coming winter nights Caressed to undress whilst their kisses whisper so Naked to bare in touch their wanting bodies glow Excitement abounds in bloom, lips in tender grace Eyes meet then close, their hands in loving pace Like the rhythm of the ocean as the waves gracefully caress Her laced light covered clothing, now to be undressed Slowly her spine I traverse in kissing motioned flow Upon her peachy flesh, she's sensed for in I grow To her nape her lobes I touch, my hands adorn her mane Whispers unto she I share, in delight I kiss her frame Bite marks, clenched nails of thrill, adorn her peached skin In blissful elegance, she now welcomes her Highlander in In craving lustful desire, twined these two in mix Their pulse begins to kick as they fuse transfixed Fresh these two in love in grace upon cotton white Unification to be their want this coming winter nights http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-18.php
Thine was the glory - When the sun rose one winter morning, To love me, I relished myself and basked with my esteem, I was abided by the greeting rays - And I followed it, till my eyes seized me... Thine was the glory - I saw her at a glance and it seemed I lived the moment - It seemed I lived a life. Thine was the glory - When the moon gleamed one winter evening, To hug me, I enchanted myself and suspired the fondness, I was maneuvered by the adorning rays - And I winked it, till my arms hemmed in... Thine was the glory - I hugged her for once and it seemed I lived the moment - It seemed I lived a life. Thine was the glory - When the spring got hold of time and allayed the daylight, To verse me, I sensed myself and pleased the warmth, I was sedated by the soulful met - And I graced it, till the flushing time... Thine was the glory - I assured her for once and it seemd I lived the moment - It seemed I lived a life. Thine was the glory - When the summer flamed up and brightened the liaison, To bless me, I devoted myself and assured the consequence, I was honored by the moral dignity - And I adored it, till my endurance evinced the realisms... Thine was the glory - I valued her for once and it seemed I lived the moment - It seemed I lived a life. Thine was the glory - When the sun doomed behind the roaring clouds, To lust me, I drenched myself and coused along with the mizzle, I was lipped by the wishful drops - And I sheltered it, till my love stormed with the illusion... Thine was the glory - I endured the roarings and it seemed I was only living those moments - As it only seemed I was living a life but not a realism.
My Vine BY HEROLDOSMOND OWOSEB Though thy leafs are dry in the winter The taste of thy sweet love keeps my roots wet Though thy stem doubt'th to see the fruit of it's perseverance With determination I anchor my trust in the smell of thy fragrance Winds blow mightily along the seeds of my love but fear'th I not For my love is not just a seed It germinated long before the birth of the wind My love a whisper so soft though so powerful So fairy but always true Though pictures of doubt overpower my state of mind during the day A soft gentle whisper wakes me at night "Do not frown, do not drown in the thought of loss Thee will love and thee will be loved. Thy heart will rejoice in the thought of everlasting happiness" My beauteous queen Though thee be uncertain of thyself and loose sight of thy beauty I shall be thy eyes; I shall remove thy doubt The echo of thy voice may drift out to sea But the melody of thy song, will bring forth a soothing breeze to my soul Forever I will write For the color of my love ought never to be red It will blossom with orange For my love is neither dead nor fading It is as fresh as the first day of spring No longer will there be a winter For the dangers of winter, are no longer dangers to fear Simply reminders of my endurance Though thy reply may faintly fade like the color of the leafs The roots of my vine will be eternally impregnable 8 June 2011
Clumsey, rough, unkind woman On long winter's nights, under the blankets lies your cold heart. A coiled serpent calculating it's next move from its frozen state. I am just a pair of hands and legs it needs, trained with the burn of venom. You know how to feed me just enough of what feels like love to keep me from leaving. A carefully calculated amount weighed against the loneliness that waits outside the door, ready to possess my mind like a madness. A terror I cannot face. So your venom withers my soul just a little more.
Crossing on high The winter sky A lone goose cries The stars shine bright And hung nearby A Quarter moon I wonder why Where does it fly? No mate in sight
She is the first I have met whom I cannot think of dead without regret without feeling left in a ruin. I break out from the stress of her in that long, black dress and her eyes welded. My soul is belted by her coffin. Let me go on forth, away from your storm, o' brutal Winter Spirit. Do not get me wrong, for I played along; but how she sleeps, lays a variable under a cloak of allure unutterable. We want more days, so pass your gaze onward, viscous Winter Spirit. __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ This is the first rhyming poem I had written in quite some time.
Since it was Sunday in late December the sun perched softly behind a dark swirl - and the distant dust turned the last ray from red to pink well before the dainty fingers of her small hands could count to six The tide was ebbing but left lopsided lines of foam-beige brine surrounding crooked batons of driftwood settling for the evening - in wait of the dawn's salty brush and the mermaid's call that only the mullet could hear Sandpipers skipped across the scrawls where some spirited soul had neatly spelled the name Luna and etched a lazy heart in the sand made barely legible by the suckle of less than a half moon of sweet Gruyere Holiday lamps from the shops in the village, baptized by a light steam, lifted green and blue watermarks off the horizon toward the mangroves and left markings of indelible ink where crow's feet tried to sleep and halfhearted whelk nestled as salt in recesses of aged eyes The scent of the sea was mild Then again just the thing to suit The keenness of the cilia that lined the inside of the only nostril that still behaved. And though the Mumps had left one ear utterly deaf I observed the pelican call This was neither the place nor time to breathe meekly. A wordless titter throttled my throat and I asked myself how life might be sounder Her lily white hand, half covered in sand touched the truss in my mind. Smiling out loud my deaf ear could hear her juddering blood - for she was totally (and wonderfully) blind
In winter I miss spring time rains, In sunmmer I miss the coldness of snow, When the sun beams down I miss the Clandestine moon, cool and aloof, And When you're not here with me, I miss your warm embrace. I miss the moments we share, so precious, So treasured, Yet The depth of my missing you cannot be measured In tears Or fears When lonliness overwhelms me. I love you! Missing you is but an extension of this love. I'll be loving you, missing you, be lonely for you, Until I am no more, and somehow, I know, Even after. I tell you I miss you, get lonely for you, Not to make your spirits sag or to erase The smile from your face. I am only sharing a feeling of caring, of wanting and Needing - As constant as the midnite hour, As natural as winter's snow and Summer's warmth, Spring time flowers, As that clandestine moon... The stars The trees The grass... I love you! Miss you when we are not together! I get lonely for you! In winter I miss spring time rains, In summer, I miss the coldness of snow! Cynthia
More days await underneath the solar's resplendant sheen, dishevelled hair battered by michevious whirlwinds; and slowly approaching my bright chapel, I promise to commit no sins. Lilies and daisies are held by a cautious hand which has known love, she accepts them and gently kisses me on these unspeakable lips; what need is there to whisper anything, if looks can replace all words? We carefully plan the adventurous years with happy moments, sitting on the shining marble steps of a medieval church shaded by pines; and who is listening to our secrets, if not the hesitating and intrusive swallows? November departs in a hurry, to permit the gelid winter take over the scenery, leaves detaching from the melancholic trees, the robins shaking off the light frost; this is their home, shouldn't winter show solace...be kind and not impart the worst? I stretch my tiepid arms, to embrace all trees and creatures, like saints in their niches; and yet they're too small to save them all, to protect them in the safest place of the heart. and give them the warmest feeling...when the harsh winds will bring those frightful blizzards. By the ice-covered pond, where pretty ducks glided on soft waves lured by a steady breeze, I breath hard, letting all the ice melt and allow them to swim so elegantly and so free; they are my eternal friends, more than humans are...they perceive kindness and return it. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Our winter love ruins; I was once scolded by the hand that taught me but now it leaves me cold and, although our brief candle has nearly burnt itself out, I love you too much, and it still isn't enough. I've had a thousand loves but they've all died a thousand deaths, soon I'll be left with nothing again; unpicked and overripe in our frosted bed; there is nothing left to feel when you have lost all hope. Where do you go if you're already on your knees? I gave you my heart but you took my mind in the process, so now I'm left solid, a glass glacier of dreams, and I can't stand your frigid abortioning; I want to ignite myself to feel again - my doctor does not recommend that. Cadaverous kisses simply prolong our illness but our parts are frozen together forever, all still and dead with our ice-covered hearts.
With the warming of the Spring-time As Winter walks away I look into your loving eyes And see those Summer days When sunlight fills my every moment And warms this tender heart The seasons quickly come and go They pass just like the days But you my love are constant You live inside my world Caressing my feelings Touching my emotions Your words are softly spoken Putting me at ease Were just like Spring-time flowers Swaying gently in the breeze But Winter throws a final spiteful tantrum Freezing us with icy showers That chill us to the bones You lean and snuggle into me nestling closely to my chest As you shiver in the cold But do not fear your in my arms My love will keep you warm But as with changing seasons And Winter passing by The Summers coming home again To spread her golden rays Now are hearts are beating Stronger for the days Tomorrow may be Winter But our love is here to stay
My eyes this evening are delighted by what they see An aura, a Spanish maiden, dances in front of me Flowing locks of darkened curls sway left to right Towards me she moves in wonder on this Scottish winter night Her eyes in penetration my soul now captured so My hand she takes in hers to the floor we wanting go Shoulder to shoulder we dance, aroma of she so close Her perfumed nape delights as our evening gracefully flows Whispers are softly shared amidst touches of soft caress Closer and closer we hold, in dance our bodies impress On this Scottish winter night, an aura dances with me Two souls finally together, perhaps it was meant to be http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena-2.php
I lost something in the rain I lost my tears and I lost my love You are like a winter cold And I was not known that you would be with me for some time You never said me that you will leave me I went in deep and deep in love with you From where I cannot come back Why did you do this Why you left me in the last rain I lost something in the rain I lost you and I lost my hopes I am waiting for the winter cold By standing in the last rain I am feeling every rain as the last one And by seeing the next rain, my eyes are flooding up Hoping this would be the last rain Now I am missing the winter cold And I am missing you in this last rain I lost something in the rain I lost my smile and I lost my heart Many winters were gone and many last rains With a hope that you would me in this winter I am still fully drenched in this last rain And welcoming the next winter come soon my love I am waiting for you in this last rain I lost something in the rain Now I lost me and I lost my self
Outside, there are tons of snow. We are stuck inside with no place to go. Honey, let's say we put on a show. No audience, only the two of us in bed. Let's get it on just like when we were newly wed. inspired by another member's poem
Fall must be at its cool end Cause you're bundled up in clothes I can't help but chuckle When all I see is your nose And yet you still shiver I'll hold you in close With my arm on your shoulder I'll give you a dose Of my heart's true warmth That'll never be disposed
Above the lake abele trees are golden Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color Snowy white swans face longing for each other Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle The lake reflects gold and red like miracles Snowy white swans face longing for each other Knowing winter is coming with its bother Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color Knowing winter is coming with its bother Above the lake abele trees are golden
In coldness of a winter night With sliver of a moon for light, I walk along the frozen way, Remembering a summer's day. A day when flowers bloomed in pride And brightened up the country-side. The trees encased in green array, Whispered "The easy times will stay". But loveliest of days don't last , Too soon the verdant beauty's past And with our lives and loves in pain, We doubt the lushness comes again. Come, come, my love and walk with me. The wind is blowing out to sea. Seasons forever roll around. Lost summer's love can be refound. We'll seek the violets where they hide, The daffodil's winter abide. The tiny snowbells showing through, Are proof enough love can renew. Triumphantly, one bright spring day, The blossoms as a love bouquet Will cheer a winter near dried heart. Just so a true love can restart.
As I turn the corner ,the freeze of winter kindred hits me ,I makes me feel home the older and more it blows I am home in for only a few seconds soaring eagerly high above the earth on a cold winter moon shine light I am numb and happy, I should be thinking of the other, yet I think of the now bonded other I saw brief and vanish of rich alcohol in the night twain ,all I think is of the now other shining brightly ,glistening eyes of walk with me ,I don't know ,how beautiful my god why ,why, I climb the stairs ,walk to use the key i see the light above shine on me I remember the other the pain briefly oh arch Michael shine for me, steps. femme you stole me.
Its time to face the truth croons the singer on the radio and I die Curling up in to a ball pulling my hair out and screaming Because I know this to be true I will be there again when it snows and snows I will be there again if you call I will be there again if you whisper out my name In the eyes of my memories you're beautiful In the breaths I stole with my camera you're beautiful Across these lips that will never touch yours again you're beautiful I thought I heard you call out my name tonight But I knew you weren't home In the cold under the city lights beneath the blanket of night What if it was you I think now as I linger But you weren't home And still... I wish I had turned around To see you standing there in the gently falling snow But I thought you weren't home I have lost sleep tonight and I may never sleep again I fear Because I don't know what to do I don't know where to turn, where to go So that I may, I might, Dream of your smile and your eyes across my soul You're so beautiful, I let slip this pen from my fingers Staining these last few lines I know it to be true And I don't really care about that now I will never be with you I know, I know... And this is the truth I must learn to face
Your glow smiled winter night Emancipated me from coldness light And in meadows warm spring quite Where became I so bright
Here we are Just the two of us together Taking this crazy chance To be all alone We both know it has taken forever But if we are found out It will break our homes The tether along with its dance Pools in our eyes Northern lights in the skies Not a palm oil light in sight To pierce this cold winter night Here we sit In this old mossy park We two in the dark The wise old blue jay flies His flock may be spies Or they are carrier pigeons Winging dubious lies The grist mill flows In its easy mourning clothes The church steeple sleeps And the tree top sighs A soft breeze blows And the journey cakes rise The hope we share Is a tendered feather Someday we'll be discovered Loved ones will care Cupboards to be bare And the threads that bind us; a half-life of heather So with pools in our eyes Northern lights in the skies Not a sound or street lamp in sight To pierce this winter night Live for the moment A tear in our eyes Soon we must bid elastic goodnight
Winter comes, and I am left Inside with the artificial glow Humanity's ever-present phantom Shivering in it's own dead warmth. It may be cold outside, it may be Bleak, grey, wasteland weather But I've met every girl I ever loved Here in the depth of winter. The sky, overcast, blocking out Sun flares and brightened eyes I find myself missing the heat The headaches, the sweat and blood. We fought our battles, I always came Out writhing, indescribable pleasure Irrevocable guilt, inevitable shame I'll never be able to look past the scars.
My friend the sun is setting and the days will soon grow cold. What is new must grow old. The spectacular scene of swarming rays beside crystal light must dim to shade. Those ravishing ripples will soon grow course and fun in the sun will strike a pause. Wind will bellow like a swarm of bees or biting ants that maze the moulding mud. To conflict but to confide will only heighten winters pride. Damnation two competing souls will draw to an un-victorious pause. Yet no battle is ever won to humans the war continues on. My love, a plea is as contceptive as talk within actions truth is bred. Cruelty is masked by normality, charms of a conquest is often too lightly walked into. You have beaten one clever soul, whose grip was fun but turned cold. Now deceit grows a new face one who knows not his inflicting ways. My friend I love to waltz in summertime's brew however dreamers fall in line. Lions await the waiting feline. Crickets click and fish do swim whose lake do you jump in? My love the summer often wins first prize but even winter has a golden side Embellish in the colours summer offers you, but allow winter to warm you. Lick the fire as you kissed the sun. Feel heaven in four seasons yet to come. My friend, loneliness will hold us down consuming us with the rain that beats us down. My love, reverse that beating to walk what's knew. Enjoy your existence, the diamonds is within you. My friend happiness is not just sun, in finding joy in the seasons four And loving the gems that you live for.
Winter sits in sorrow No happiness to borrow No joy to give No reason to live Fall was so beautiful But turned its back towards a less plentiful Winter sitting in agony Forever going down in infamy Winter did love the fall But the fall did not love at all The winter's embrace And cast it asunder with eloquent grace The winter swore it would never love Again but as the sun shone from above Winter become warm like never before Leaving it to beg for more Spring had entered Winter's life Helping winter forget its inner strife Warming the hardened heart Which fall had torn apart The winter became carefree Never wishing to see The cold which surrounded Its soul agonizingly grounded As the winter looked towards the Spring Wondering what joys it would bring It refused to look back The winter refused its heart to turn black
As my soul dwells in your past I kill for this moment to pass Al though I smile I find myself more and more suppressed As if, your casket was buried in my chest Yes, I breathe For I believe I am promised to leave And I hate the winter All the days of September I hate the center of a broad frost December And as the night expires My fright assumes your desires I feel I am not the child I used to be The privilege of this substance abuses me I hate to be the selfish man I have become But as if it were fate Sadness reigns past noon for some I hate the winter All the days of September I hate the center of a broad frost December
Glacial Cold and numb I am lost within this frozen wasteland that is your world The trees crackle and crumble under the weight of your freeze Treading across your icy veins they shatter as I fall into the arctic stream Swept away in your familiar blue frost with a statuesque scream Queen of the ice your weapons subdue and enslave me in your sub-zero My temperature drops with every whisper no chance for the thaw Icicle eyes piercing through while my soul turns black with frost bite Buckling in your snowy storm my remains now coated in white Drakavai2013
SUMMER WED WINTER icy angels fall they coat white the earthly grounds lovers rest up-close thawing the cold-blooded air summer heat wed winter chill _______________________________ Visual #7 8:17 pm, March 04, 2015
A soft blowing breeze lifted her sun bleached hair The sea crashes on the jagged rocks below her perch Her eyes, the gray shade of a distant floating cloud She turns on bare feet and cautiously moves away A seagull sails in the updraft at the cliff's edge The small trail snakes upward to a winter meadow Her mind wanders as she knowingly climbs the path She pictures the smiling eyes of the Moon Goddess A rebirth of the God will come with winter winds The snowy grass baths her feet as she tops the cliff Her hands brush high weeds as she returns to the hut She enters by sliding behind a thick tanned hide A fire burns within the comfortable warm home The flames lick a clay caldron simmering sweet scents Her hand lifting a burning stick at fire's edge She moves toward the small altar with lighted wand A shell of ground incense and two candles are lighted The cup of spring water and fresh herbs are offered Her soft knees bend as she kneels before the altar She calls the Goddess and God to her safe circle Oh, Goddess and God Please open my eyes To the secret magic Of Nature © Copyrights G. Jones 2008
There was a time with mellow eyes she came Move in the light of hope On a cold, cold winter night I heard God's voice saying "Will you take these beans, for they are magic?" To a child, I say "Your face is so pure" The perfect man has fallen to the tune she played "No more tears for it is time to let go of the concrete pillow" What say you? Wasted Eskimo love is a choice of pain I can not explain. (This poem was written out of the titles from the new poetry page. Enjoy) 9:12 PM Central time January 4, 2015
There shall my love go amaying, in love with her own deliverance, entitled to her own fait and she cares not of me, nor my broken heart anymore. Watch her go amaying, as I sit alone in winter's storms, and I shall wait for her, till days come 'round, till she comes home again, too love me once more, no more shall my love go amaying. .12.19.2013.
All our words wear winter clothes Leaving little to expose The weak sunlight taps on your face Slow motion seems to be the proper pace The air is heavy and deep A stare we love to keep Snow falling like fluff sometimes words aren't enough We stand in the cold Waiting for our story to unfold We don't feel the wind blow Only our warmth flow Under the dim sun light Only your blue eyes are in sight My lips in warm bliss As we share a winter kiss A warm breath we share Its a little bit to much to bear She pulls away, eyes dancing She gives her house a glancing She speaks in a quiet voice We don't have a choice She pulls away She can't delay She give me a shining smile I stand there for a while the warmth still there I trudge home half aware I lay in my bed I feel half dead Smile still on my face I drift to that familiar place
Winter trees and Winter moon, Winter stars and Winter gloom, Winter night and Winter noon, Winter skies and cold goodbyes, flames of passion,fire dies, Winter Snowflakes,tear drop ice. Winter Mist and fading smiles, Winter dreams and Winter lies. Winter,Winter,Winter pain, Winter Wind and Winter rain, Cold blue Winter,Once again. Charma
another year has finished its foward dance one more year maybe one more chance. as these seasons are born then die it happens so fast they way times fly by one day the sun bright and blinding your eye the next day its gone only clouds in the sky color of the winter drains you the endless gray another season for it all to go away how can one stand beside the clock counting away the year tick tick tock a constant reminder of our finite time a constant countdown to the final chime and every year i try to keep the chin high alas every year till the day i die every fall brings a pang of regret for those i love and those i neglect the leaves die making room for the new i think we all do the same thing too spring speaks of a fresh start and relief to those with heavy winter hearts the promise of sun and a new begining a small clue in alife with little meaning summer comes we wait all year the days are long the skys are clear radiating sun keeps energys high but summers so short no matter how hard one trys so many memories attached to these seasons a million guesses a hundred reasons the smell of the flower that blooms in may always reminds of long forgotten day crisp air before the very first snow always hints to me somthing i should know even thoe this life is so short and fast i would trade nothing fo all the seasons past i put down my pen and start to reflect no matter what lifes amazing in retrospect so live each season like it was the end lifes not measured on a watch my friend its weighed in the hearts of those lived it every ounce day by day bit by bit another year has gone away so weigh your love everyday kept in a safe place doesnt matter what this is your life your day keep to that you cant lose face another year has completed its run soon enough once again greeted by the sun
I lay here in the stillness of night Like last night, the night before Alone with no one to hear my voice Echoing in the silence against these walls That slowly close in each night, tonight, every night I watch these winds outside my window Brushing the cold snow across the valleys between trees And I cannot help myself from wondering If the cold chill scratches at your window Whispering in shivers across your shoulders of our pain Does it echo my love instead? Does it dream of you like I do? Does it hold our love like a rose? Does it breathe across your neck? Like I do, have done, will do again I watch the languid snows falling to the ground Down through the canopy of remembered leaves A many folded memory they cup fast within Of you, of me when in these arms you bathed Inside the rhythms of our hearts beating like one I shiver within the memory of your body next to mine Of the way you fit beside me as we two slept to dream Until dawn broke with pastel shadows across our bed To fall upon you the Rose of lush and vibrant life In each moment cast of whispering light from dawning day I remember watching you in those moments As if it were this morning, yesterday, the day before And this memory fills the bed that yawns beside me Of your waking eyes and smile beneath the first ray of light When you looked so fragile with a foreshadow of strength I see you my love everywhere these eyes do fall In the roses of winter only these eyes can see I see you smiling in the falling snow bathed in moonlight In the wind billowing across the twilight earth I remember you in every shiver to touch my shoulders Each an echo of your love Each a dream touching my skin Holding your soul as if it were a rose in bloom For this heart still singing of your embrace And I do, every night, each night, this night I think of you And of the day, the morning when . . . My Winter Rose I see you smiling
The harshness of winter has finally past. Springtime is upon us finally at last. No more dulldrums of winter to tax my brain,and the season I love the best espically the rain. I could sit and watch as the flowers and the trees flurish and bloom, and I know that because of natures miracles all the colors will be out soon. Finally I love to walk out ,and look up,and feel the rain trickle on my face, take off my shoes and socks and jump from puddle to puddle all ove the place. But at last all good things must come to an end. The sun is coming out and gone is the rain, my friend. As I sit on the porch with the sun glistening in my eyes, I cant help but wonder how long before the next storm comes by.
When winter comes And the first snowflakes fall Who is the first one in my thoughts? Who is the first person I call When winter comes And there is a fresh fall of snow Who makes snow angels with you? Is it that you're the best angel maker I know? When winter comes And there's fresh snow on the ground Who builds the snowman with you? Is it that you make the best snowmen around? When winter comes And we spend all of our time together Have you ever wondered why? Do you think that I just like the snowy weather? When winter comes There is a reason why every winter I call you It's the same reason I've had since we were seven I've wanted to tell you but have been to scared to When winter comes The reason I pull off your wet gloves? And the reason I gently warm your cold hands? Is that you're the one I love
Last week of my summer break Hanging with my friends like always Thats when I stumbled acrossed you And suddenly I felt my heart grew weak Instantly I fell in love with you, thats no lie My soul fell for you as soon as I looked into your eyes For they looked as though the sun was shining directly into them He looked at me with more compassion Then I had ever felt Talking all summer just me and him About everything and about nothing What changed that autumn?? Was it your new friends Because I saw what you did to your old ones What made you into this kind of monster??? Although I never told you how I felt I would still stay up at night and cry about it Then the final day came when I found out the truth How drugs were destroying the man I loved From autumn to winter and from winter to spring I couldn't believe how different you looked Your eyes no longer shined like the sun Your muscles weaker than ever before I knew you were dying, I told you to stop But you told me you didn't care I wanted to leave you But I knew you needed me now more than ever Summer comes around, schools are getting out And off you left, leaving me all alone on this earth Not even old enough to graduate and yet your gone I never stopped warning you, but I still feel I'm to blame
We met in the SUMMER. Our love was, from the beginning, as the summer sun is, in it's warmth and brightness,... and as refreshing as a dip in a mountain brook. Then came FALL. As the days grew shorter, likewise did our patience and understanding for one another. Our dreams turned from brilliant to rust colored, along with the leaves on the trees. Our love was put away,...as if a squirrel had hidden it for another day. The snow fell soon afterwards, and WINTER was here. Each storm left us bound together by only a thin thread of ice, not strong enough to hold up against the destructive blizzard that came,...and left all in ruins. But like tiny seeds that have fallen to the ground and taken root, was our love, waiting for the first ray of sunshine that came with SPRING,...to wake it from a winter's nap. SUMMER was the time for us to rebuild all that had been lost in the bitter cold of December. We struggled to construct a life. But like a dam that beavers had worked on for so long, pieces started drifting away one by one, until the dam wasn't strong enough to hold the pressure of the rapids,...feelings were scattered and time was lost. Fall brought the fog which served as a means of camouflage to hide the emptiness that lingered. Harvest time was near,...but the fields were bare. Much fuel is needed to warm the cold winter months, and there isn't much hope that there will be enough to get us through,...another season. Copyright: November 4, 2005
Winter trees and Winter Moon, Winter stars and Winter Gloom, Winter Night and Winter Noon. Winter Skies and Cold Goodbyes, Flames Of Passion,Fire dies. Winter Snow Flakes, teardrop ice. Winter Mist and fading Smiles. Winter Rain in Greece and Spain, France,Italy and U.S.A. Winter Rain in U.k too, In Malta,Storms drowning Our blue. Winter Winter,Winter Pain! Cold blue Winter ,Once again! Charma
Sometimes the Winter does not the Summer make. Sometimes the Winter is only take and take And Take. Much like My Quiet kissing dead slept Kat. {Yes} His Looks {As well} had a voice, once… { Ice melting in Cranberry, Lime and Juice. } But much like The shade cries, to Love the Sun, Oh, diocese of tension I'm down to my Skin at last. Please… Please Rock me to sleep, the weather's wrong, I've nothing left to give to you But Nails and Teeth, Tongue and Eyes And still He continues, All bounce and sway, along Till Crouching, Crunching, softest tender-est Noise. The Midnight of Me descends…. Setting much quicker than he might of Enjoyed. My Dear, Twittered Dove, This Will { is } Goodnight And Die. Voice of My Shoulder… Voice of long Past Sins. Was it Dust that I was Kissing? Dreamed and Instant, Ghost of Voices lost and fire? Do all Beginnings start without Shade? Tell me… Answer, sweet and Quick… Close region of kissing final Dust… … Just what was your Wish… Other than Sand, burning, Beneath my Eyelids. … -Cut.- This Scene Is End. -thend-
a colder winter than I remember much more than the one before that's when I had you for warmth that was a long while ago can you feel me letting go? can you feel me slipping away? does it mean anything to you? as it all starts to quickly fade I don't think you could see how much this all hurt me as I fought not to let it show as I tried just to let it be and it's colder than I remember colder than the winter before and it won't get any warmer when I can finally close this door
I walk outside and suddenly I feel upon my face the briskness of the cold winters breeze The wonderfulness of white snow now covers any evidence on the ground of falls' leaves I'm in an amazement of just what I have been through the last few years and how far I have actually come But I know my journey's not over yet realizing it also has not just begun I'm stuck here in the middle not sure which way to go My words to him need to be spoken and very much heard yet all is cold just like the winter wind and snow I need to see him so through my eyes he'll know I say what I mean and mean what I say when I say I love only him deeply so All my love towards him I have to show For him it took me so long to again find Now that I have I just can't leave what I feel for him once again behind So let the winter turn back into spring Let us see the flowers and rain showers that the season brings Then have spring bring in the summer days With the children outside having so much fun running around in play And then let it come around to the summer changing into fall The leaves turning wondrous colors and effortlessly flowing to the ground and we know what comes next yes everyone can recall Seasons come, seasons go but I'll still love him right through it all
Everything is jolly As we string the walls {with lights} And frolic in the snow Everything is jolly As we deck the halls {tonight} With holly and mistletoe (Chorus) Oh, out in the snow Along the sides of our little house As the winter sun glowed I put up the lights with my spouse Then she said, "There he goes" As I climbed to the top of the tree To cut the mistletoe She gathered it and sung along with me (Chorus) Oh, out in the snow Along the sides of our little house As the noon sun glowed We trimmed the holly to make boughs Then we took some old clothes And put them on our frosty man She laughed and began to throw Balls of snow and around the yard she ran As I gave chase We fell with sweet expressions In that place Made two angel impressions Then hand in hand We kissed like happy Eskimos Then from this winter wonderland We went inside to warm our toes (Chorus) Oh, under the mistletoe Surrounded by holly in our little house As the Christmas tree glowed I sat at the table with my child and spouse With a centerpiece, a rose We thanked the Reason for the Season above For food, shelter and clothes Because better is a little than a lot without love Dedicated to Chrissy
The sun-sparkle of this summer has gone It leaves a bad taste in my mouth That hot, heady heat seeping through the cracked pavement Seemed to create the chaos and din But only the dark mist of winter is left And somehow it doesn't seem quite right. How did I loose my mind you ask? A different city, a different beat As the sun shone on that splintered pavement My heart pushed my head out the way. Now I am back in the familiar I have to ask who I was I'm not sure you know, but I hope I never come back. For now, as the ache of the cold winter sets in And I am back in that familiar face, I can only assume the sun was to blame In that warm, unfamiliar place.
Hidden deep and frozen solid, A whisper hidden away from all. A thought, a feeling far below Far beneath the bitter snow. The white seems so clean and pure, Hiding secrets deep within, Growing deep and deeper below, Far beneath the winter snow. Waiting for its time to rise, A season away from its time, A blossom growing far below, Far beneath the winter snow. Not all blooms make it to spring, Not all plants live through the cold, But hope keeps it growing deep below, Far beneath the winter snow.
The leaves turn brown as autumn comes in As does our friendship which now comes near an end There was time well spent as we frolicked in the sun But now all the ties must come undone It is believed we are here for only a season To stay past that there must be a reason But if you can not fulfill your obligation I bid you farewell as I take on the nation Our hearts turn cold as winter befalls us Not white like snow but bleak like the trees around us Our feelings are buried and there's no room for growth This 'ship that we have death has a hold Winter has come and I search for new warmth While you hold on to your cool in search of my warmth I've locked the door and I've stoked the fire You bring me warmth with a heart of ice, you are a liar The cabin is set and the healing has come A knock at the door and spring has begun Her radiant smile and that vibrant energy The bird and the bees work in beautiful synergy The April showers bring in May flowers And the walls built up over winter come down like the towers To bring in a new and revitalizing feeling And appreciate what life has done to bring in some healing Then summer sets in and the passion turns hot A nice cold shower to bring it to not The sand in our toes, the sun on our backs Step on a crack and break your mother's back The games kids play, we're having our fun The world all around us, enjoying what is beneath the sun Cold still tries to creep in through the heat of the day But through all the four seasons, I want you to stay So it is known people are only around for a season And as said before to stick around longer there must be a reason If I dismissed you please don't come back And if you dismissed yourself there is no helping that.
I dreamed of you On a winter night That one day Under a Heartstone moon We would meet Soon That it would be right I dreamed of you Of times past Wished you were here too Love to last I dreamed of you Close to me The rise and fall of your chest On a winter night Is all I want to see I dreamed of you In a Heartstone summer Your eyes, the colour of sky Hand in hand Running through Forest and meadows too I dreamed of you You cannot stop The emotional tide That one day I will be here By your side
The trees are bare, now comes cold air The breezes howl this night I'm toasty warm, secured by charm As we hold each other tight This winter evening… As the sun descends… The moon is smiling… No love pretends… It's all for real, dear… As we stay inside… The winter frowns… While in here, we hide… Our winter pleasures… Are year round dreams… When come the fires… With snow filled scenes… We'll feel the softness… As our hands embrace… Reflecting fires, bright… With red cheeked face… Winter winds chasing, while love's erasing The many sounds we hear We're holding so tight, by the fire this night As our bodies stay so near Old mister winter… Turn away from our door… For we won't answer… We won't give you more… The room is ignited… By this fire inside… On this winter evening… In here, we'll hide…
Winter Wonderland We were stuck, In that winter wonderland. Flowers froze, Announcing are intimacy More delicate than a rose. The touch, The feel, Of you're your hardworking hands. Swallowed and took over, My memory glance. Glazed over eyes, Putting me in a perpetual lust. Making my guards weaken Needing no knowledge of trust. We were stuck. In that winter wonderland. Holding on to stolen kisses Keeping warm. Putting us in forever bliss. For me it was more, For you it was less. We were stuck In that winter wonderland. Trust, No knowledge of it. When you said we were safe I believed When you said that you love me I believed But trust there was no trust. That touch That feel. White powered noses Had us stuck. In that winter wonderland. Never seeing the spring or fall. The spring of your disease And the fall of our wonderland. We were not stuck But afraid. To move, to leave Because me not knowing And you not showing. Lead me to believe That we were free. No protection needed. It was like letting a ship sail Through full of diseases. I never knew that those 3 letter words would end my life. Aids Damn I didn't think twice. And that white, Beautiful snow we snorted Had me feeling distorted. Stuck in that winter Wonder land.
the darkness falls...the winter night and I'm afraid....my love's not right you squall around the cabin doors, you seep through rosin in the floors, cold ,so cold you have become, it seems your heart has frozen numb come thaw the ice that stills your blood I feel the floe,the mental flood, of icebergs drifting,arctic bound, beneath your chilling kiss I found, slivers hanging from your lips, icicles of death that grip and there solidify the clime..... zero in this soul of mine, please don't haunt me as before don't wrap your grief around my core though true love is as strong as death I can't survive your icy breath the darkness falls....the winter night, and I'm afraid......my love's not right.
when darkness falls and time stands still when all else fails and your nan falls ill when flames of war polute the atmosphere when you cannot take the alcohol when you popped those pills and cant ask for more when punk music is all you hear when table turn and salutes your fears spider monkeys in the winter breeze politians slinging lies and sleeze the ferrari in miami vice was a fake and the sheep never jump over gates when love is lost over trival things when love is found we sing sing sing if pain had a name it would be the pope when you feel pummeled brain full of dope when water dosent taste like it oughter when canada has the bomb and you had your car key all along when children cry its santa claws and when its too cold to stay indoors spider monkeys in the winter breeze politians slinging lies and sleeze the ferrari in miami vice was a fake and the sheep never jump over gates when love is lost over trival things when love is found we sing sing sing when the bbc ruled the world when a free mans voice could not be herd when wwe was real not scripted when the di vinci code was not decrypted when lara croft knocked at my door and i would never have to hoover the floor then i awake from this terible dream and there you are
Hawks love winter and the smell of death, riding on bonfire winds, dancing in cancerous snow flurries, hanging razor icicles on overflows, hawks love this aroma. It's not like napalm in the morning, or the perfume of glory, more the sewer whiff of old mustard gas, of dead sheep bloated with bad oxygen, of flesh surrendered to decay. Not like kerosene and detergent, fire and fairy liquid, throat-scouring clean, nasal passage acrid, pretty red and phosphorous green to the eye. Not like that at all. Hawks are hunter killers, black marbles for eyes, beaks like stitched wounds, wings like feathered shrouds, spines like lightning conductors. Hawks love such terrain, wastelands of possibility, tactical genocides, surgical strikes pecking orders. They love winter and the smell of death like a lark's tongue mistress, a carrion lover betrothed, a feral nightmare, a neuropath dream, or the favourite ghost of ideology and empire passing unto dust.
Just as much as the paper oaks layer and fall back on shuffling feet to crisp up the air of the grayest of days leaving the feeling of winter complete this is how much I am yearning for you stringing my nights with burnt fire flies completing my breathing with thoughts of your own blown transient and electrified Wrapping this scarf of desire much tighter knotting the noose in my stride Shuffling my feet without purpose or fire miserable winter inside Stingy of skin to the chill in the air Hear you at every turn Paper oaks wanting a reason to blow their leaves off this infinite yearn.
The Winter of the heart is where the heart is cold and ridged to the love of Christ unable to worship Him. However, there is a spring to the winter of the heart. If we just give our hearts to Jesus, He can bring heat to the willing heart and unfreeze it with His warm and loving spirit, Giving us the love we so desperately need. His amazing grace gives the unsaved a place of refuge. Filling the emptiness inside the ridged heart with love, peace, and joy. Renewing their strength and faith. Overflowing their cup with a blessing only Jesus can give with His touch. He toughs the winter of the heart, turning it into a spring day of rain that melts the snow away. In addition, giving even the most lost heart a way to pick up their cross forever, carrying it on
In the winter of our lives, as we are lain to our final rest We rest with generations from long ago As time goes on and it comes to the day That Christ returns, we will rise up to meet Him With generations of past, meeting those of present What a glorious day that will be! Can you imagine? The skies filled with His glory … The earth witnessing His majestic power … As angels … and the children of God, Sing in loud jubilation ... loud jubilation! Of Christ Jesus' return. All of heaven sings out His name! I fear not the winter season of my life With great anticipation of the joy to come I long for that day, to see His face … To stand in His presence … to reign with Him FOREVER in my Father's house! Until that time arrives, I live my life for Him! Today and always until my time of rest.
Our shoulders touched electric as we walked through sleet and grey impending winter snow To reconnect devotion as we talked it seemed, before I spoke, you seemed to know There never was another kindred heart and in my frozen breath I told you so We hurried through the city streets gone dark We laughed in nervousness way past our prime We knew that every ending had a start and on this winter night was your's and mine The streets absorbed our words to fallen feuds and slicked the surface skin up to a shine We stopped in our reflection to imbue three cheers for happy endings to unfold when happiness to most of us eludes and superficial endings, truth be told, are often left to rest in winter sleet and buried in the weight of winter snow.
'm still waiting for you in my mind Though in reality I've left you behind Just like winters ice and snow Seasons have to change I know But I'm still waiting, wishing hoping Wondering just how you're coping With not seeing me like I'm not seeing you I wonder if you even feel the same way I do I never could tell really how you were feeling You seemed hurt, you seemed lonely like you're heart needed healing And in my mind I still see you as clear as can be and everywhere you are there you're always with me And the things that I vision are like sewing the seams and those seams turn to schemes that get lost in my dreams I can feel the cold air and as I touch you're skin Swirls of snow come and go as I wake up again As I think of you're face and that time and that place I miss you much more than I missed you before I always do wonder if you even remember that day you turned around at the end of December And you spoke those words and I looked in you're eyes You said I liked standing behind you yes time truly flies Since that moment you said that has it been months or years My sense of time fell behind somewhere lost in my tears And that chill, yes the chill I loved you and the cold But they said I was to young and that you were to old But I don't believe them and I hope you don't too I was just to shy to ask if you feel like I do And than it was to late for words I needed to say and before I even knew it The time flew away And its how now, so hot now cause Summer is here But Winter still grips me I can still feel it near And so now I am waiting very calm, very still In my mind all the time For that cold winter chill
The snows with their chilled touches Are melting, have melted, and now are gone As if welcoming the return of all feathered creatures soaring wide and free Coming home now from their long absence of many seasons Heralding spring's return beneath the blessing of this the evening star Because she breathes The sky is bright full off glimmering stars In the night, this night, in every night to fall Whispering of Damson Brea tahllana sae'sallien; child of the twilight singing With her shimmering eyes that part the gentle folds of night To guide us back from the depths of the moonless sky and into day Because she sees The grasses bloom for miles all around But I am lost, I am beguiled, and I am cast adrift Within the sensation of my curled toes beneath the licking earth With her lush wonder born once more all over again From the heart of the longest winter it comes running in silence and still Because she sighs There are fires on the horizon shinning brightly tonight Breathing across the skyline captivated by its cold embrace I watch all of this from a cold rock over looking the sea Blue and deep it is like her soul this ocean divide Filled with her silent tears that have yet to fall, may fall, will fall Of all her memories dancing quietly of past, of present and futures deep I stand listening to the sound of spring's return in the cold Because she cries Here on the edge of nights and days past this way before Washed with the spraying mist of dreams remembered My breath shivers from me to escape in frost Though high above the sun beats down to sear the earth and this rock I am cold for I see in those eyes a knowing deep and sundered so like my own I am cold for I cannot help but to see all that she is and needs to be I am cold despite the end of the long winter I am chilled to my soul Because she cares Cares enough to try
The winter went away and you came along wish you well, I wish to tell you so much Can't we come and go but never leave we must believe the tides that brought us can't we? Can't we listen in to secrets safe here keep them til' we're old and grey, someday can't we? I found a strawberry hair upon my sweater but left it there for when I next time wear it And spring is 'round us reddening your face and bringing out the freckles finely strung across it Can't we love like love is itself our own yet unknown to all the wide world can't we? Can't we lie down now in softer grass as it may be our last night with the stars all flick'ring can't we? The winter went away and you came along wish you well, I wish to tell you so much
Our love is as fresh as the rain of A winter morning in may.. As soft as the first, winter fluffy Snow.. In spring the red bird sings Love wrap me so tenderly in June.. As the snow birds fly in may Our love sustain to endure all Troubles of life... Holding stead fast to our hearts From a love that was made inside Heaven.. Where our spirits will roam... Our souls so perfectly entwine for This love song I sing..
You fold up my heart, accordian style You sink me an anvil or two You tailor my blood to the scent of your skin You call me and I answer you. I'm spent by the sound of your footsteps The trees flutter so nervously The winter holds off 'till you kiss her and then she puts summer to sleep gracefully. I fall to the edge of the ocean I wink to the starfish divine You give me the gift of this chilled winter tide I sink wishing you were still mine.
Walk on almond paths of winter sprigs and thyme floating upward under steps you left for me in rhyme I wish to counter balance your magnitude and flow with a whisper and an echo like the winter winds which blow Crisp inhale and wonder with a cup of fresh brewed bliss while the loose exhale of winter turns my thoughts toward those I miss You always memorize me while you turn to me in kind with a moment and a whisper which you always leave in rhyme I love you like forever as you warm my hands in yours as we wind on down our sensory paths and land on different shores...
A hoary blanket lies across the ground and the children love to be bitten in frost. I watch the young girl purse her lips to purple and still she enjoys the Winter bitterness. In her fluffy pink mittens, she gathers a ball made of crystals and dust- glowing under the sun. And one toss becomes two or three to the boy who eyes at her, blushing a red rush across his cheeks. The day becomes night, and still over the hoary blanket of Winter's bitterness, they played. But I call in my daughter, and boy's father calls his son. They wave good-bye, and eye to eye they gleamed. Their young little love formed like a delicate crystal flake, so fragile and so fun as it lasts. And as winter goes, the snowflake melts all the way so fast.
The heavy winter draperies were closed, not allowing any taste of sunshine in the parlor of the house. She, poised at the doorway, stared into the room remembering times of shared conversation laughs, glasses of brandy as they were sipped by the winter fire. Summer, now upon her, leaves her with no hope as winter claimed her companionship with icy fingers. She closed the door going about her day as each day passes and hopefully time will make it easier. but for now, she will always remember.
For some reason Our seasons keep repeating We met in the spring, filled with flings. Come Autumn you were gone. I worried and looked for you in the Fall, Hoping you'd appear but you disappeared. In to Winter Lost in the fog, It rained for quite some time, I thought I did everything rite, I thought you would fight, for the sun, to keep shining, But it was blinding, like a flame That wouldn't blow out The seasons changed and then u came Things are still the same nothing new. I thought fall taught you I thought winter changed you I thought Spring would make you see We just weren't meant to be So let me go, Find a new reason to believe in… So I can have a new season
I began to get lost, in those eyes again. But your interrupting lies, Bring me back to life. I'm torn between what was, And is, And is to be. Although i don't know What is to be, to be our future. We play the instruments, That string together, The notes of our fate. The debate of who we are to be, Together or forever apart. Life continues to move on. Through the winter storms, Against the warm fires, Or in the blizzard outside. We'll make the choice, To be alone Or to join alongside, The symphony of of their songs. Oh, life its a broken And fault filled road. And you are the one, The one that makes it all this way To blame you alone, Would be a sin. So ill throw the rest on my shoulders again. Life continues to move on. Through the winter storms, Against the warm fires, Or in the blizzard outside. We'll make the choice, To be alone Or to join alongside, The symphony of of their songs.
january winds nip at your nose the chill makes you turn away days pass and the months change but you never turned back around now your eyes are focused on something else and i'm stuck back here in january