Posts Tagged ‘Winter’

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The long day ended, so did the evening,
rolling in speedily. The night entered, with
load of wet snow from Crescent sky. Fallen on
the Metropolitan, a city just about bedding
down to bed.

Should I join the night walker, entering
neighborhood tavern for a cold beer? My
rational out weigh the ads of nipping
cold. So out came I in clad coat. Down the
street, round the bend, closeted houses, then
a sign of no exit exposed itself.

Ha! but this silty, milt, not so chilly out
door feel of the night, calling so imposing.
Looking back, the claustrophobic place of my dwelling
was calling too. So I danced for the last time. In
the open somber winter night, I danced for the last
time, before entered back to my covet den.The last danced.


Without Snow.

Posted: December 26, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Winter, then came jelly Christmas without snow,
what a shame, such a jam an my state of mind.
Sticks standing begging to be cover in rob of
white, with the recalled of memories jogging.

Winter, then came jelly Christmas without snow.
Familiar face was not in Town,no poms no pride.
The place so paled looking, joys bells echoing,
but where! becomes a sudden cry, you certainly
would want to give your reaching hand.

Winter, then came jelly Christmas without snow.
Now that am fool by my dreams, perhaps I will
appreciate nature misgivings, allowing for other
to inter cherry space, warmth, from winter cold.
Still, I can dance till next time, till next time.

Prolong winter

Posted: March 2, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Winter, we been told that you would be prolonging your stay with us, taking center stage in our lives till March ending. Is that so? ah what a ball, the tales getting sweeter.

We are in no pretenses, and like me, am not presumptuous to act in any way that will cause you emotional rumbling. Ci-vie
disobedience is not desirable,we just need to get through this.

This is not the first time. now is the anniversary, a celebrated festivity, for our diversity. I stood sometimes, watched, and marvel, as you moved upon an our collective Psychic

Winter, you are just golden, I meant it, just golden, specially as the night shadows fall, and snow roiling , playing gymnastic games, the sweetness forcefully telling, am in lover’s lane despite your mean spirited self sometime. Let it be known, you are just golden.

Cold Chill

Posted: February 4, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Cold chill to the bone, rumble in the head, then whispering

sound, tales of how winter presses hard with sudden

crushing pain. What a chill, in for the kill, the

relieves, none can, and none will.

I dearth the days, fear the nights, starry skies such

busyness of spirit to find warmth, dearest friend

wonder by, acting as if mourning will never past.

Cold chill, blood and bone, garish all the winter wears.

pat down with us crying tries. For the love of

country , yes! but must the cold chill suck, to

the bone, I suppose that is what winter is make of, what

do you have to say about that?

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I do not know any more, simple too many things, everything
on this futile plant is a threat. I read it day by
day, sleep on it at nights like a penitent fool.
The environmentalist guru, conservative genius, the
moderate character. Two legged, even four, five and
ten, they are like Praetorian guard standing with
watchful eyes,and with their tribal list in hand.

What to fear, snakes which I dislike with a passion.
What to fear, if only I knew clearly, the fanatic, or
myself, Countries of the South pacific, madmen of the
Sahara, horn of Africa, or the West, indicative of the
bless with everything ending up in hell?

What to fear, allow me to catch my breath, watch the
steps taken, else fall into pathetic mess.O! God let
my fears lead into golden bless, fantasy be few, its
too much a nightmare living in a cosmic bubble. What
to fear, here I begin, a healthy fear of the brotherhood, and sisterhood of the neighborhood, and escape this apocalypse invading force, the ” zombies”.

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Dirty Snow.

Posted: March 14, 2013 in Uncategorized
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” Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

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Dashing through the open door,

the darkness of the night sky

stood majesty above  looking.

The Stars, the Moon with

questionable eyes, as to

say welcome, and where to

this cold winter night.

The stillness of the night beckoned me. The stillness of the night woos my

soul to pander, but it is cold. The stillness of the night, its serenity to

behold but it is cold. Twilight’s gloves, earth flinched under blistering cold.

Cold night, return I must to my lodging. Watery eyes, weary feet,

trembling  hands, stuffy nose, its running too. Head spinning, swelling

toes  shaking body too weak to stand. Cold night, a minute longer and

sure death would have the welcoming chance. O Moon, Stars of the

heavens, strangers of the night, I will come again before winter past.

A cold winter night.

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