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When the winter strip trees

When the winter strip trees, uncovering them to naked,
where they stay behind like stripped skeletons
with only here and there birds remaining,
the secret of survival is still hidden,

even when it becomes icy cold,
doves and sparrows still fly past.
When the winter strip trees, uncovering them to naked,
where they stay behind like stripped skeletons,

it is looking as if the season is making an assault
on everything living, nothing can escape it,
there are still flowers blooming,
as if protected against the cold they are keeping watch
when the winter strip trees, uncovering them to naked.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Now is The Winter With Trees Stripped Naked

Now is the winter with trees naked
when there is cold and sifting rain,
stripped bare without leaves

and then you first come past and then to me
like a sun rising over the horizon
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet, laughing and glad

and your company is full of fun
in bands of gathering fog.
Now is the winter with trees naked

cutting off every ray and light
and I know our time is only borrowed,
like a sun rising over the horizon

but stopping the rays in this winter,
in a cold world without hope or pity,
stripped bare without leaves

where you shake out your hair like a dog does with rain,
whereupon I take the clips from your hair
and I know our time is only borrowed

but your are glorious like a poster
and for long moments time is missing.
Now is the winter with trees naked

with bliss descending between us
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes
whereupon I take the clips from your hair

and I see your beauty
our passion goes to practical reality,
stripped bare without leaves

we shine like the world outside in vulnerability like rainbows,
where passion sweeps us away from uncovering
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes

pretty, pure and untouched
in moments of ecstasy without fatigue.
Now is the winter with trees naked
stripped bare without leaves

and I am totally lost in you.
and then you first come past and then to me,
where passion sweeps us away from uncovering
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet, laughing and glad.

poem by Gert Strydom
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It Was An Icy Winter Afternoon (Roundelay)

It was an icy winter afternoon
when I heard a bird crooning a cheery tune
and suddenly although feeling quite old
its song came as barrier against the cold.

I saw branches of naked stripped trees
like skeletons rocking in the strong breeze
while quite happily that bird sang quite bold,
its song came as barrier against the cold.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Naked

'my family, my friends, my children, my wife...'
Have you ever tried to strip naked
i mean from body to soul

'my job, my country, my school...'
Have you ever tried to go naked
for the winds to blow and the sun to scotch

'my God, my religion, my pastor/preacher...'
you've got to try being naked
to lay out your thoughts and meet the truth

The world and all it's dwellings could belong
but try going naked for a day
and visit the realms of greatness

This is not madness but sadness
with which i beseech you to strip naked
and find the truth we've all missed

strip naked: put off the cloth of pretense
move out of the darkness of illusion
and come where naked, where the light shines.

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Naked

Naked as a jaybird,
it feels so free.
Unclothed, unfettered
like a baby.
Not worn down
with clothes all around,
ashamed to be seen
but when no one's found
in your company
you strip.

Strip away your clothes,
strip away your shoes,
strip away the make-up
and anything you use
to give a false impression
for the entire world to see.
You're not naked as a jaybird
so you can't fly free.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Wintertime

Winter has come with his cold breeze
Oh how I missed the long nights and cold air
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Some bees hide in their trees
The fauna and flora in winter so rare
Winter has come with his cold breeze

You all mighty of all season that freeze the seas
Warm us with your artic flare
Noble winter do as whatever you please

Oh great winter now that I m on my knees
The snow might have something to spare
Winter has come with his cold breeze

Yesterday was like a gentle kiss
There where so many stars to stare
Noble winter do as whatever you please

So you have brought us many diseases
Now in winter people so scare
Winter has come with his cold breeze
Noble winter do as whatever you please

poem by Ayrtonn Bautista
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Autumn (In Reply To Archibald Macleish)

Like the end of life that comes with old age,
Autumn stripped
turns most of the trees into skeletons,
in cold nipped
days are windswept, the sun without its glare,
we are gripped
by the first spells of winter that is coming,
as if death is already in homing.

[Reference: Immortal Autumn by Archibald MacLeish.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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My autumn [2]

Around me trees are stripped
rigid, bare and totally naked
and heaps of leaves lie fallen
already colouring
from yellow to red and into brown.

Everything is lifeless,
like my life in pieces
and still there are thunderstorms
that repeatedly falls in this winter
out of season

and I am almost blinded by the thunder
as if it wants to devour everything about me
and still there’s new life
that this rain brings
and it’s clear
that my autumn is coming too early
and although my body still feels young
the greyness are creeping in

and you write words
of keeping yourself in vain,
of a child
that never will be born

and about everything becoming rotten
like a compos heap
and that love has also receded
as if everything this autumn
has elapsed for once and all.

Yet the grass is still green,
some trees are covered with leaves
and I wonder where you and I stand
when this season disappears
and the coming winter ends?

Still you are in my heart,
as if you are part of me
and I know that life without you
is totally meaningless.

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Autumn Is In The Leaves

The autumn is in the leaves,
in the gestures of people,
when trees are already standing as skeletons,
the autumn is bringing pain
when the winter appears,
the stormy wind blows doors close
with spots of sun splashing down,
stripped trees are in their bark,
lonely I walk in the lane.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Something About Winter

Icily the winter touches me,
some trees are stripped like skeletons
as if death touches everything.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Winter Rhapsody

The leafless, arthritic branches
of the sycamore and maple
trees stretched their grotesque, naked forms
now stripped by the blasts of winter;
splaying drearily overhead
casting cold, rickety shadows
over recently fallen snow.
A prevailing wind rushes through
the trees and a choir of creaks
begin their rasping rhapsody.
A momentary lull begins
and the wooded composition
in a Larghissimo tempo
ends on a melancholy note.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Winter Has Come

Definitely winter has come.
The evergreen shrub's white flowers have disappeared.
The ginko trees have turned into brooms.

Like a sharp sharp piercing, winter has come.
Everyone dislikes winter.

Deserted by grasses and trees, run away from by insects, winter has come.

Winter,
come to me, come to me.
I have winter's strength, winter is my victim.

Permeate through, penetrate into!
Make fires break out! Bury with snow I
Like a sharp knife, winter has come.

poem by KotaroTakamura
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In The Winter Garden

Winter has visited our garden my love
Trees have been stripped bare and flowers wilt
A frost has been laid upon the ground
Even the birds have taken to flight, away
Amid the silence of the morning I walk
Through our garden which we nurtured
How solemn it now looks without colour
The summer seems but a distant memory
How beautiful it looked back then
How beautiful it will look once more
But now in the mornings drab light
With barren trees and wilted flowers
I walk upon the hardened earth
Which feels like stone beneath my feet
We talked of planting a fruit tree
For flavour and shade in years to come
Now that is an idea in waiting
Till winter has passed, and spring returns
Winter is here in our garden my love
As I watch the vapour of my breath rise
I say your name, a love for all time

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Elephants & Flowers

Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 some action, hes looking 4 a fight
Hes looking 4 a saviour in a city full of fools
Maybe he just needs a good talker to give him a good talking 2.
Can we talk baby? strip down, strip down.
I think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
Elephants and flowers, hot sweaty light paints a picture red and gold
On a crowd of naked bodies stripped down to their very souls
How can he find a shy angel in a city so bold (so bold)
He cant even find a place 2 dance, this is rock and roll.
Strip down, strip down, elephants and flowers
Is everybody ready? here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Elephants and flowers. strip down. think Im gonna fall in love tonight.
When I do, there wont be no more (confusion)
There wont be no more (no tears)
There wont be no more enemies, so that eliminates all the fear
And there wont be no sorrow, (sorrow)
There wont be no pain, (no pain)
There wont be no ball and no chain
Strip down, strip down. elephants and flowers.
Boy is lonely on a burning hot summer night
Hes looking 4 an angel to hold him til the morning light
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (well) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (everything) elephants and flowers (oh, yeah)
The one who will listen when all others will not. (all others will not)
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.
Here we go.
Love the one who is love, (love) the one who gives us the power, (power)
The one who made everything, (what? ) elephants and flowers (what will he do? )
The one who will listen when all others will not.
There will be peace 4 those who love God a lot.

song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wintertime

Snow falling on the ground,
Little white flakes to be found.
Lift your head to the sky,
And watch the snow zippin’ by.
Cold wind at your back,
Nothing winter seems to lack.
A blanket of snow covers the Trees,
Winter can’t end. No please!
Can’t Jack Frost do his Job?
For a little longer, don’t make me sob.
Can’t I stay in this Wonderland?
I don’t want to return to golden sand.
But under the layer of cold, white snow,
Lies little seedlings ready to show.
I must say a grateful farewell,
To winter fun, for it was swell.
And say hello to summer sweat,
Instead of getting cold, we get wet.
Hello Spring! Hello Summer!
Goodbye Fall! Goodbye Winter!

poem by Fane Oat
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F.M. Doll

Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah

song performed by by Queen Adreena
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Insolvent for my friend Aldo

The silver leaves of aspen trees
which shimmer in the playful breeze.
Each separate leaf reflecting light
like newly minted coinage bright.
Quite soon will be a memory
as autumn winds strip every tree
until no single leaf is left
Their branches naked and bereft.
Though they still shiver in the breeze.
The naked branches do not please
the eye the way they used to do.
I long again to see the view
of silver laden aspen trees.
which dip and curtsy in the breeze..

28-Oct-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Tree and Sunset

Oh, learn from the trees,
that through cold days' rush
endure, from hope to hope,
and embrace
evening's blush.

See how the faithful jay
flits from branch to
barren branch,
and sings of
summer's lost day.

For all trees believe
in summer's heat,
though icy winds may strip
their tender leaves.

They know that change
is always the same,
until
some long winter hence
they'll fall, by vicious storm slain,
and grateful life will
quietly end.

poem by Steven Federle
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As long as I have you with me

This day passing at autumns end
with stripped trees, some flowers spent
and still two doves fly by
in a frivol of feathers
as if charming each other

the blue sky has a cold wind
touching with the breath
from a ice dragon
and the sun’s rays
has lost their compassion
and are growing dim

but another spring,
another summer will surely come,
even if my years
are nearly spent and at their brim

and this is no winter of my despair
while a smile’s on your face
and the fire in your eyes
makes my blood race
and everywhere live is still abounding
and your fine care
is in every little thing about me.

Let any winter then come
even if it rains for days long,
even if snow like a miracle falls
and frost leaves its mark
as long as I have you with me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Lacking In the Package

Being stripped naked.
And inspected for those blemishes,
Or flaws...
I accept!

I am not one to pretend they do not exist.
Or am I one to wish them away.
Not as eager as I am to be naked.
Just like this!

So please...
You will not embarrass me,
If you believe there is something I need to know...
That I have mistaken as a gift!

And you have viewed 'something'
That is lacking in the package!

I will admit over the years...
That parts of me aren't so quick to lift!
Or satisfy the beholder,
Who believes I should at least address it.

That,
And/or my nakedness.
Or my willingness to completely strip,
To bare all!

Even though my grip,
On my narcissistic days...
Do seem to be slipping,
Into a fading aging phase.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn Becomes Winter

Autumn is becoming Winter,
And as it does everything dies.

Autumn is a slow decay in warm colours,
And Winter is grey and absent.
Some of the redy-brown leaves sit on the trees,
Yet the cold chill sings a song
That could only be the Winter.

It is scarf weather now.
I turn my collar up against the cold and damp.
The Sun has stopped shining all day,
Now we see it for a few hours a day
And then we are entombed in darkness.

You could run to catch up with the Sun,
But you’d never make it.
Be left like ship smoke on the horizon,
Just a spot in the distance.
You cannot escape the Winter.

Autumn is becoming Winter,
And as it does everything dies.

poem by Charlie F. Kane
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