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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#23 Let It Snow |
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Hello Poets; With Yule and Christmas just days away my best wishes with you all for the season's festivities. Weather forecasters in the UK have predicted snow and the community around me have gone into panic mode at the idea of a single snowflake - beggars belief doesn't it? Anyhow from my hobbit hole room where I write I like to look out at the weather and often use that in my writes. So the challenge to close of the year is to let the weather, be it sunshine, rain or the forecasted snow, be your inspiration. Good Luck with your Quilling! Jemmy XXXX |
Let It Snow
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Divena CollinsOh Maiden of the snow whither do thy go When snow is falling deep on the ground Whilst winters light is fading fast around Gusts of cold December winds doth blow Packs of wolves are howling in the snow Hunger reveals spirit thro` amber eyes Maiden of the snow hear saddened cries Gusts of cold December winds doth blow. The rivers turn to ice that doth not flow Nor the sun hath warmth enough to melt Natives dwell in tepee`s, wrapped in pelts Gusts, of cold December winds doth blow. Oh Maiden of the snow whither do thy go Gusts of cold December winds doth blow.  ----- Crystal Faerie Tale How pretty those wintertime icycles can be Within a glistening crystalized faerie tale So red those berries upon the leafless tree. Acorn capped imps dancing `midst a gael How wondrous was this a magical scene Within a glistening crystalized faerie tale Upon a throne of ice made just for a Queen Sat Selena the beautiful Queen of the faes How wondrous was this a magical scene Within cobweb windows and frosted glaze High on a hilltop within her palace of charm Sat Selena the beautiful Queen of the faes Blessed with serenity a saviour from harm Safe in a fantasy from snow drifts and fears High on a hilltop within her palace of charm. There she remains thro` so many new years How pretty those wintertime icycles can be Safe in a fantasy from snow drifts and fears So red those berries upon the leafless tree.  ----- Four Strong Winds Loud the thunder rolled through clouds lightning streaked across the dark sky While showers of mist formed shrouds. Torrential rain upon the sodden roads Of rainbow hazes streaked with oil Within ripples as the floods explode. Danger warns as the storm advances Sirens sounding throughout the night Impatient travellers taking chances. Never drove in floods like this before Sunken vehicles from four strong winds Lose control within four locked doors.  back to list |
Jem FarmerAs voices call aloud Bring it forth through the crowd, young men, Amid the tales of then, Through valley and wild glen we call, Bring light and love to all, Lift winter's icy shawl from earth, To celebrate a birth, With our laughter and mirth, inspire, All that we should desire, To light the Pagan fire of Yule, One log that is the fuel, The Sun King shall soon rule the year, An end of darkness, near, And dawn's first ray, a spear through cloud.  ----- In the Hurricane's Eye The swirling wind to touch the ground, A sudden energy outbursts, Yet its eye cannot see the found. Above, a beauty to behold, As it blindly wends its path, Its wake of destruction unfolds. Listen! A child’s voice speaks of love, Calling out to the angels there, Mercy’s prayer to powers above. Surrounded by a violent rage A child knelt in a calming peace, Winds holding life within their sage.  ----- It Was A Dark And Stormy Night A flash lit up the sky, As thunder grumbled by the rain, My heart lay gripped with pain, My mind going insane this way, Hot and cold air at play, While dreamings drift and sway around, The wayward thoughts abound, Where love dared not be found instead, The dreams came in my head And in this storm to bed I'll go, For wonderings I know Allow not love to grow within, For fear that would be sin, Yet thunder, my chagrin, still roars As lightning kissed rain pours Cleansing the muddied floors of why!  ----- One Foggy Morning A dreamy state in morning mist, As curls of cloud, recline on earth, The walking feet dare not resist. The pathway fading just ahead, Recoiling into the low clouds, A mystery remains instead. Wandering feet know their own way, Whilst striding on without time to pause, And dwell upon what comes today. Old footsteps echo on the breeze, Through dreams of love that time forgot, Yet still it whispers through the trees.  ----- Winter's Snowy Season The blue turned grey turned to blankets of white, Midwinter’s shroud that mantled field and town, A breath of north resounds across the night, To leave a frosty sparkle on winter’s gown. Beneath the moon the fairies come to dance, While dreamy eyes rejoice upon the scene, As bow and fiddle strike up their romance, The mind recalls this place where love had been. I watched them dance an elfin jig or two, My heart, meanwhile, languished in years gone by, When you and I would dance all dressed in blue, Then share a kiss beneath the winter sky. Those wistful times that never fade away, Return to bed and there beside you lay.  ----- Yuletide Love Gentle flakes, flurried flight, Float in the last light of the sun, Just before skies are dun For Yuletide has begun with bells Ringing out across the fells, Once again, the story tells of birth Amid the festive mirth So life all o'er the Earth returns Upon the ground fire burns The goddess never spurns her child, A Pagan heart beating wild, In darkness, she has smiled tonight.  back to list |
Ivor HoggThe roads across the windswept moors. Fresh falling snow quickly obscures. Any signs there might possibly be a road. Nothing you can see but fallen snow and falling snow Which drifting in the winds that blow will close the roads effectively. There is no possibility you can continue on your way. Today is not your lucky day. You turn your car and drive back home. Where you will get a warm welcome. From your worried family Who were afraid that you might be freezing to death trapped by the snow in temperatures below zero. But you survived because you knew Exactly what you had to do By driving slow and carefully to where the roads were trouble free. It's obvious you understood When Natures in angry mood The high moors aren't the place to be. Only a fool would disagree. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleThere is no snow just heat Winter admits defeat for now So birds and pig and sow Purchased with a sweaty brow today On the 25th make its way To families who will stay awhile And to each other smile Dining in a happy style and eat Far more than what's normal In a manner less formal this time Family together is fine Talking'n eating's no crime today Everyone wants their say It's the other form of gay and normal.  ----- Nature and Christmas The floods are now starting to recede One hour of hammering hail and rain Was another of natures Christmas deeds. Receiving flash floods and damaging hail Destroying roofs and breaking glass Certainly made a mockery of "Wassail" But unlike the country that bore that song Nature moved on causing no more strife And blue sunny skies will be here ere long Barbeques'll fill the air with meaty scents Laughter and banter will be the sounds As copious cans're relieved of their contents. ----- Realising Summer Love I promise that you will be my summer love And all our years there will only be one You are the only one that I will think of. We do not need a spring for love has grown Now here we are with the fullness of it all Fate has done her best with the seeds sown. What of autumn is there any need for it? A perennial love like ours has no need Our love goes for as long as we permit. There’s no winter where we’re concerned This is a marathon and do not need to rest We’ll reap the benefits of what we learned. There is no season for us except summer Our love has grown and it will not fade For like a great wine it can only get better.  ----- Snow And she said to her beloved what is snow He replied. Snow is a picture of Christmas A picture of a white bearded man Dressed in red On a sleigh pulled by 6 reindeer Delivering presents to children throughout the world. Snow is coldness, where water is frozen Yet snow is the place where friendships are made And soul - love is discovered. Later the fruit of that love, Born in the warmth of Australia Is introduced to snow. Snow is the death of summer And yet promises spring. Knowing that deep within her frozen Earth New life sleeps and waits for its time of birth. With the final melting of snow Is the promise of new life, And hope for all creatures As long as man pays heed and his dues. ----- X-Factor There is a season for everything For birth, for youth, for love, for death The seasons carry on ever circling. The pain of birth is the pain of life Some have it easy without problems Some have it hard and full of strife. This strife will carry on into youth High spirits does not mean conduct Nor is quietness a proof of couth. Some can love only themselves Others like you and I, love forever No need to put our lives on shelves. Like all else there is the time of all Rich man poor man, beggar or thief It’s how you respond hearing that call.  back to list |
Peter WillowdownA peaceful wind blows in from the sea, fragrant with salt and a hint of spices from exotic lands, fragrant with the songs of seabirds and the symphonies of the deep murmuring of seamaids where the shallows bid farewell to the sun and ancient steps lead down to sunken palaces, weed-grown and steep. Tired wanderers walk the shore and breathe in respite from cares and woes; children collect coloured shells, fine gold sand between their toes. The old fisherman stares out into the distance, remembering days gone by and girls he has kissed - despite the hazy, opalescent mist on the horizon he can see beyond the curve of the waters to far-ff lands and continents where smiles and gentle gestures are the currency of love and the days pass like honey pouring from a bottomless pot, sweet and only slightly cloying, as translucent as moonlight or thick with ten thousand sanctified flowers transmuted by the alchemy of angels. The young baby knows nothing of ships, horizons or the storms and tempests that sometimes arise to fill the skies with clouds and thunder - he reaches up for the bright, round bauble of the sun and laughs and so too does his mother, shadows momentarilly forgotten, as spectres by pure joy are shriven. ----- Snow of Winter Snow of winter heaven's splinter sting the soul lest we forget scent of summer river running love's bright laughter ever after. Cold bees of January build your nests in frozen trees glittering statues with spiked diamond leaves. Soon Spring will come and your molten honey will run over all the land bringing sweetness to dry earth recalling birds from distant lands with the bright green promise of rebirth. Snow of winter stardust falling all the world is caught in the dream of your fine white powder entranced, but do not linger such beauty is perilous in excess to frail mortality and flesh we do not have the strength to bear it but must tear ourselves away from the gorgon stare of eternity or else are turned to brittle stone and snapped as easily as a twig beneath the foot of some dumb beast searching for some hidden feast. Subtle song of secret spring even in the dead of coldest February night your invisible bells call to my soul and all the blustery rains of March and mischievous April cannot carry their melody away but only make me yearn yet stronger for the day when the Green Lad steps lightly over the hill a pot of gold in one hand and a sackful of jewels in the other, freely distributing his wealth and colour or else plays quietly on his flute, coaxing to life the shy and dormant flowers and proclaiming the coming of his hour. Snow of winter heaven's splinter sting the soul lest we forget times that have fled and times yet to follow, days like bright sparrows and weeks like high swallows. back to list |
Gert StrydomWhen everything is awakening in spring, when a myriad of colours are displayed, when God does to many things, new life bring, there is a great kindness at the begin of the season that replaces winter when blossoms, many plants are flowering, when everywhere some insects are buzzing in a quest to propagate their own kind when many butterflies are fluttering when birds have very happy songs to sing during the bright day and in the dark night, when everything is awakening in spring. ----- Roses Some deep red roses bloomed in the rain, the rain sieved down for days without end, an end to winter brought the spring again; while again roses at a time would be send, be send as messengers of a love that’s true, that’s true in all things that had happened. I held red roses wrapped in a big bunch, a big bunch to make up for being apart; after days apart we did meet for lunch, after lunch a sweet kiss would test her heart, her heart would respond with some kind of bliss, or bliss would be absent in our own art. Nothing could love remove, her eyes did shine as I saw her face, hurried to embrace; the depths of love did prove that she was mine. back to list |
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