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A Winters' Sunrise
In a frozen world that will never last
Those cupric blues and ferric yellow glass
An expanse of ice that is just too vast
A beautitful mosaic in nature's grasp
Such a savage wind will the sculptor show
Besides crack'd cedar fence posts in-a-row
Nature's deft display on fields of snow
As early sunrise casting shadows grow
Upside a tricklin' brook with ice so thin
No more purer water has ever been
Many fresh tracks leading back where from when
Back and forth from some softwood forest den
All around, 'who' knows most the secrets hid
Resting, a sage old owl whispers 'who' did
Those cupric blues and ferric yellow glass
An expanse of ice that is just too vast
A beautitful mosaic in nature's grasp
Such a savage wind will the sculptor show
Besides crack'd cedar fence posts in-a-row
Nature's deft display on fields of snow
As early sunrise casting shadows grow
Upside a tricklin' brook with ice so thin
No more purer water has ever been
Many fresh tracks leading back where from when
Back and forth from some softwood forest den
All around, 'who' knows most the secrets hid
Resting, a sage old owl whispers 'who' did
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Out one early mid-winter morning I strolled across the scenes above, for truly silent becomes the night when a new day and a new year is being born. I'm making references when ice forms is has colors, usually blues and yellows, and the reason is that forms contains divalent atoms of copper(blue) and iron(yellow); thus considering the source of ground springs that will form ice cover over stones which I'm calling glass is actually ice. And the owl, oh well, he was just there watching everything and telling me what was going on. :)Icicles
Dripping icicles grow outside windows
Trapped behind these ice spears creates my cage
Sun refusing to rise makes eiry shadows
Oh short these days and long these nights we age
Quiet the sound of falling snow is mute
Spared but a slight breeze whistle in the twig
Ol' Jack Frost plucking on his off tune lute
Delighted when his captives hear his gig
A starving bird huddles on chimney peak
With fluffy feathers struggles to stay warm
A berry dangles in its tiny beak
Softly thaws in labored breath changin' form
These coldest darkest days of midwinter
'waiting for these pendent spears to splinter
Trapped behind these ice spears creates my cage
Sun refusing to rise makes eiry shadows
Oh short these days and long these nights we age
Quiet the sound of falling snow is mute
Spared but a slight breeze whistle in the twig
Ol' Jack Frost plucking on his off tune lute
Delighted when his captives hear his gig
A starving bird huddles on chimney peak
With fluffy feathers struggles to stay warm
A berry dangles in its tiny beak
Softly thaws in labored breath changin' form
These coldest darkest days of midwinter
'waiting for these pendent spears to splinter
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Reminiscing through frosty windows and dangling icicles such that sometimes I am feeling rather blue to be confined inside my house on many such stormy winter days.Clefts In The Rock
Snow falls softly over quiet meadow
A soliloquy of stillness pervades
My floating thoughts are only an echo
Humanity hesitates and evades
A chilling cold becomes a welcomed hush
Old smile still frozen on its sightless face
Beautiful eyes once filled with tears so lush
Death welcomes all in its muted embrace
Sadly life abandons our greatest Host
A rusted barbed wire strand become our crown
Mankind becoming cold, deaf as a post
Maybe a branch a knife will whittle down
Come gather together my scattered flock
Time to stop hiding 'tween clefts in the rock
A soliloquy of stillness pervades
My floating thoughts are only an echo
Humanity hesitates and evades
A chilling cold becomes a welcomed hush
Old smile still frozen on its sightless face
Beautiful eyes once filled with tears so lush
Death welcomes all in its muted embrace
Sadly life abandons our greatest Host
A rusted barbed wire strand become our crown
Mankind becoming cold, deaf as a post
Maybe a branch a knife will whittle down
Come gather together my scattered flock
Time to stop hiding 'tween clefts in the rock
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
A deliberate use of metaphor to protest against the emptiness of violent death......and the complete lack of faith, hope, charity, and love sometimes found in my fellow man in this sometimes desolate world as one would imagine if one could gaze across a barren winter battlefield.Dreams of Sparkly Things
Glittering silver scales of a brook dace
Slivers 'neath ice of fast cold mountain streams
Moving magic shown on crystal ball's face
Shrouded in her eyes an ol' gypsy gleams
Cast adrift in the night the heavens' bring
Tiny clusters of far'way sparkly things
Voices of angels serenading sing
Floating notes reflected off golden wings
Gazing snowswept fields in moonbeams' glimmer
Tiny icicles sway from pine branch boughs
Flocking night birds silver saucers' shimmer
Up and over the drifting swirling snows
Giant unblinking golden eyes still search
When seen high upon a dead tree I perch
Slivers 'neath ice of fast cold mountain streams
Moving magic shown on crystal ball's face
Shrouded in her eyes an ol' gypsy gleams
Cast adrift in the night the heavens' bring
Tiny clusters of far'way sparkly things
Voices of angels serenading sing
Floating notes reflected off golden wings
Gazing snowswept fields in moonbeams' glimmer
Tiny icicles sway from pine branch boughs
Flocking night birds silver saucers' shimmer
Up and over the drifting swirling snows
Giant unblinking golden eyes still search
When seen high upon a dead tree I perch
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Just imagining completely looking through the eyes of a great snowy owl in this one....Mystery Of Faith
The wind blew wild across the angels' wings
When all salvation is a timely thing
Hear the trumpets sounding triumphant rings
Knowing the new found Prince of Peace will bring
Across the winter seas of ice and cold
A Christmas tale be told again and known
Since today is not unlike the days of old
When spreading faith is like a seed that's blown
Only then across the cold fields of life
Within our hearts are warmed by such desire
Be known for more then just a life in strife
Wearing ecclesiastical attire
For when all you shall seek in faith conceals
Parting in clouds of mystery reveals
When all salvation is a timely thing
Hear the trumpets sounding triumphant rings
Knowing the new found Prince of Peace will bring
Across the winter seas of ice and cold
A Christmas tale be told again and known
Since today is not unlike the days of old
When spreading faith is like a seed that's blown
Only then across the cold fields of life
Within our hearts are warmed by such desire
Be known for more then just a life in strife
Wearing ecclesiastical attire
For when all you shall seek in faith conceals
Parting in clouds of mystery reveals
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
This sonnet is just reflecting on what Christmas is.300th poem "Mine to Blame"
Those careless days as selfishness reveals
Where once all love was missing from my heart
Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals
Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
Be gentle still while my compassion swirls
Wonderful thoughts fancied soon fleeting gone
My Master would make strings of perfect pearls
As I would have no luck to happen on
Ah me, I stumble on paths well trodden
Discarded shells glitter in my wet hands
In my pockets full of weeds well sodden
Piled up on an oceans' broken sands
Like searching into a soul I would tame
If for only my life was mine to blame
Where once all love was missing from my heart
Least solace for my fellow mans' ideals
Whose wealth only serves to set us apart
Be gentle still while my compassion swirls
Wonderful thoughts fancied soon fleeting gone
My Master would make strings of perfect pearls
As I would have no luck to happen on
Ah me, I stumble on paths well trodden
Discarded shells glitter in my wet hands
In my pockets full of weeds well sodden
Piled up on an oceans' broken sands
Like searching into a soul I would tame
If for only my life was mine to blame
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I am deeply reflective with self awareness on this most festive day of Thanksgiving...like my Puritan fathers before me....is my fate upon the shores of new and wild land.Deer Hunting
Blow hard cold gales across crumpled corn stalks
Dark skies spitting frozen granules of snow
Forcing my eyes into slits my sight blocks
Squinting for my prey down long stubbled rows
Take away, just numb my other senses
Perching up on an old tree stump to sit
Cover the run for it to jump fences
My rifle held firmly in my warm mitt
Hours and hours so alone with my thoughts
For soft hushs of breath inhale and depart
Like when success comes and goes casting lots
For when the moment comes with racing heart
Now my pulse quickens my blood flows fervid
Into sights my long awaited cervid
Dark skies spitting frozen granules of snow
Forcing my eyes into slits my sight blocks
Squinting for my prey down long stubbled rows
Take away, just numb my other senses
Perching up on an old tree stump to sit
Cover the run for it to jump fences
My rifle held firmly in my warm mitt
Hours and hours so alone with my thoughts
For soft hushs of breath inhale and depart
Like when success comes and goes casting lots
For when the moment comes with racing heart
Now my pulse quickens my blood flows fervid
Into sights my long awaited cervid
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......
A SONNET TO ANN.
Thou, full scented far, e'er that gently flows
as the fragrant air, it's pure perfume knows
caress this land, from East to shinning West,
like as sweet the voice that I love best,
breathing, breathes the warmth whilst I can,
in love's pure flight for my dear Ann,
her colours akin to Spring's fresh flowers,
burns bright, like rainbows love-lit showers
that gently bless, this green grateful earth,
sing such the praise of her own worth,
melodious spun, it's enchanted web so fair,
assuage the touch of thoughts that care,
thus fills the heart with feminine grace so rare,
bequeaths, abundant charms of love's own ware.
as the fragrant air, it's pure perfume knows
caress this land, from East to shinning West,
like as sweet the voice that I love best,
breathing, breathes the warmth whilst I can,
in love's pure flight for my dear Ann,
her colours akin to Spring's fresh flowers,
burns bright, like rainbows love-lit showers
that gently bless, this green grateful earth,
sing such the praise of her own worth,
melodious spun, it's enchanted web so fair,
assuage the touch of thoughts that care,
thus fills the heart with feminine grace so rare,
bequeaths, abundant charms of love's own ware.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
There is more than one way to say 'I love you'. what better form than a 'sonnet'.To Boldly Go.......
Seldom following the foot path of life
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
A trail always winding not straight and smooth
Our sorrows like pricker bushes are rife
Many scraps and scratches we need to soothe
When caution falls in the way of our haste
When each foot step is not carefully placed
When in our boldness our trust is misplaced
When we fail to notice shoes are still laced
Always fear grows in the darkening dusk
With goals of growing from darkness to light
Civilize manners a little less brusque
Boldness becomes a little more contrite
Still hope for mankind should we slow the pace
Sometimes timidity's a safer place
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles."To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit
much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
My angel
In of all the world and of all the time
When Technology hides God's True Power
Full of mystery, love and without rhyme
She brings joy to my heart at this very hour.
Invisible for all but me to see
Is her light and her wings that makes her soar
with a heart full of warmth that makes you free
and a bright smile that melts you to the core
At the darkest hour, she comes into my life
A true God sent, How can I but believe
Enduring sorrow that cuts like a knife
look into her eyes, my heart is relieved
Smile, laugh, find love and happiness, Be Free
For My Angel's not only meant for me
When Technology hides God's True Power
Full of mystery, love and without rhyme
She brings joy to my heart at this very hour.
Invisible for all but me to see
Is her light and her wings that makes her soar
with a heart full of warmth that makes you free
and a bright smile that melts you to the core
At the darkest hour, she comes into my life
A true God sent, How can I but believe
Enduring sorrow that cuts like a knife
look into her eyes, my heart is relieved
Smile, laugh, find love and happiness, Be Free
For My Angel's not only meant for me
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Posted: Nov 2012
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