Free Play - 1848
Jack frost's cold core shall surely thaw away!
Bask maskless steer reflections from today
to find way which both mends, ends compromise,
remaining optimistic come what may.
When timing rhymes share, care, with air sublime
free from all artificial mirthless mime
there limitless stretch cerulean skies
emancipated from false pantomime.
Though silent snowflakes hush both man and mouse,
white mantle donned by garden, path and house,
helter skelter crystals soon shall melt
for seasons spin, thaw hoar in rhymed carouse.
When light returns to comfort spirit sight,
when dreamed delight replaces senseless spite,
serenity within sings gently, felt
where sun dissolves cold snowbound oversight.
Refuse life spent amongst the living dead,
whose wanton souls too introverted, fed
just from lamenting their ‘unjust' harsh fate,
feel bitter fruits in future lie ahead.
No longer languish, mark majestic morn
transforms each ugly duckling to swan sworn,
autonomy admitted as clear goal
to light soul whole at last may be reborn.
From winter wonderland fresh hope uncloses
as New Year offers confidence one knows is
cue to renewal healing heavy heart,
from crysalis apart true joy discloses.
Spring lungs inhale, absorbing Nature's scent,
while winter's sleep-weep sweeps away, scope sent
from hibernation freed, to birth new day,
through growth within spring's blooms more represent.
May patience follow woes and hollow hide,
may spirits soar embracing warm world wide,
hallowed halo shines as false fears fade,
mind sloughs rough sin skin, shards shed, set aside.
Life's stainless reign, not [d]rain vain vale of tears,
or time-trap tapping energy that steer
uncertain track back, forwards, against dice stacked,
yet, challenge met, stress fretwork disappears.
If soul can't suffer outside mortal sheaf,
no need to overcompensate for grief
in haste waste chase replacing senseless ends,
with spring's return, spurn cold, bold turn new leaf.
Prepare fresh phoenix flight from embers, ash,
anticipation of renascent flash
relief from trouble, torment signifies
wheel spins so seize the day, bind no grind gnash.
Sun, moon, hell, heaven, black-white, night and day,
each mirrors each to teach life's interplay
depends upon perceptions which evolve
to solve prey pay, dissolving grey, free play.
(30 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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From Hibernation's Winter of Discontent
Hiatus hibernation: hope uncloses
fresh cycle, offers confidence one knows is
unshuttering for healing broken heart,
from crysalid apart true joy discloses.
Cocoon appears to be some halfway house
as pupal stage evolves from vain carouse,
an incubation metaphorical
'I am aim' flight prepares, to spirit rouse.
Inaction's action although from without
state changes' range seems subject to some doubt,
bliss metamorphosis takes time, and time
is grind mankind too often tries to flout.
Dreams may be blessed as fears fade, laid to rest,
renewed zest is caressed, heart's treasure chest
pulses slowly till wing span unfurls,
to chart new start, maps jest till nap's inquest.
Though silent snowflakes hush both man and mouse,
white mantle donned by garden, path and house,
helter skelter crystals soon shall melt
for seasons spin, thaw hoar in rhymed carouse.
Spring lungs inhale, absorbing Nature's scent,
while winter's sleep-weep sweeps away, scope sent
from hibernation freed, to births new day,
through growth within spring's blooms more represent.
When light returns to comfort spirit sight,
when weariness falls from enlightened wight,
the sacred Truth within you soon shall find
as sun dissolves cold snowbound oversight.
Life seeds, need not be spent mid living dead,
whose wanton souls wilt, aversion fed,
who ruminate, lament their unjust fate,
feel bitter fruits of life must lie ahead.
No longer languish, mark majestic morn
transforms each ugly duckling to swan sworn,
enlightenment admitted as clear goal
from nigh soul whole at last may be reborn.
Patience is rewarded as clouds pass,
whose spirit, as transparent as clear glass,
haloes hallowed hollow deep within,
mind sloughs rough weight off, shredding wait's sin skin.
May patience follow woes and hollow hide,
may spirits soar embracing warm world wide,
hallowed halo shines as false fears fade,
mind sloughs rough sin skin, shards shed, set aside.
Life's stainless reign, not drain vain vale of tears,
or time-trap tapping energy that steers
uncertain track back, forwards, gainst dice stacked,
yet, challenge met, stress fretwork disappears.
If soul can't suffer outside mortal sheaf,
no need to overcompensate for grief
in haste waste chase replacing senseless ends,
with spring's return, spurn cold, bold turn new leaf.
Prepare fresh phoenix flight from embers, ash,
anticipation of renascent flash
relief from trouble, torment signifies
wheel spins so seize the day, bind no grind gnash.
Jack frost's cold core shall surely thaw away,
bask maskless in reflections from today
accompanying chirped birdsong to rejoice
and celebrate an optimistic Earth.
Hibernation's dreams strange themes may range,
bring inspiration which may rearrange
conundrum, jigsaw puzzle sleeper plays
as causal link in mortal ink's short-change.
Time takes from time's mistakes spin win which may
weigh in the balance, causal interplay
of fractal patterns which may factor in
much hidden from and by our D.N.A.
Potential, thus, through meltdown finds true way
to free self from past self, from hideaway
awakens to more positive exchange
sustaining evolution on life's Way.
(5 May 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Overdrawn Conclusions - 1746
If there's no judgement how can soul exist?
If there's no soul then judgement can't persist!
If all ends spring from energy begun,
and energy from endings swiftly sprung,
why should subjective speculation's mist
insist on heaven, hell, - both sides are one.
Thus hot and cold, if stretched to their extremes
reflect inherent change of state as streams,
for steam evaporates caught in light beams,
or, iced, reverse flow's glow, no growth may know
as movement slows, while wave-length shortens bows.
When gas condenses, flow's flux dissipates.
Can those who draw conclusions hasty find
heaven or hell outside imprisoned minds?
If soul can't suffer outside mortal sheaf,
and sheaf, untied, sighs end to suffering,
how can one reconcile life's daily leaf
with judgement brief dictating final fling.
Sin's self-destruction's sent to purify,
preparing phoenix flight from embers, ash,
thus trouble, trial and torment signify
anticipation of renascent flash
creating apt conditions for life's play
to recommence its self-sufficient spin,
sun, moon, hell, heaven, black-white, night and day
each mirrors each to teach life may begin
again through thought till caught by naught's lost win.
How many angels dance upon a pin?
(23 May 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cleansed
CLEANSED
Love cleansed today dreams interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife,
derides dismay, lined cares which prey
upon brief Beauty’s life.
From disarray love’s here to stay,
towards joy’s light may trace
convincing way, chase cares which weigh
down those who change fear face.
Keep open door, no bad blood pour,
tomorrows true touch base,
hope sets fair score where scope’s shared core
united future grace.
Concord and cheer won’t disappear
when feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort, share embrace.
Thus, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
enchantment here may re-appear,
admit acceptance, space.
Life’s new frontier in this New Year
lost voice shall now replace,
from drear nights’ wear to fresh light steer,
heartease naught may displace.
22 March 2005 significantly rewritten 30 December 2008
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Love’s Future Fare
Love yesterday seemed interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife
that scorned dismay, false on fears does prey
to threaten Beauty’s life.
But try today to feel a way
towards the light don’t trace
heart’s disarray, the fears which weigh,
the weary tears, disgrace.
Don’t close white door let blood red poor
with future fair touch base!
if traitor’s core is known before
tomorrow you may face.
When drugs and beer both disappear
soon feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort and embrace.
So, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
resentment here needs disappear,
leave hope for scope and space.
Life new frontier will find, my Dear,
Death’s shadow shall replace,
all nights austere to fresh light steer
there’s other fish to chase!
22 March 2005
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Steer Rage
STEER RAGE
Late autumn's hazy mists and heavy rain
replenish water tables and prepare
through winter's hibernation drab and bare,
for spring, rebirth, fertility, flush plain
lush with promise sown and known whose reign
ascendant welcome zephyrs sends, repairs
Jack Frost's handiwork wild wear and tear.
From troubled night to light through window pain
the seasons spin, begin again. Again
gale free, see harvest ripen everywhere
Nature teaches man to take great care
uninterrupted cycle life sustains.
Yet much seems out of kilter, climate change
upsetting food chains veers to world weird, strange.
22 October 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Seeing the Light
No longer languish, light returns
defeating darkness, soul healed whole
successful transformation earns
serenity's transparent goal.
Depression disappears, fears fade,
encouraging rebirth,
Bask maskless, joy's felt unafraid,
celebrating optimistic Earth.
(15 April 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love Has Its Seasons
A cool chill sweeps through the air
winter is approaching
soon the grass will have a blanket of white
nights will get longer
then soon it will be over for another year.
Spring will be with us
new growth will spring up from the ground
the days will get warmer
when summer once again appears
spreading its colours everywhere.
Then it is back into autumn once more
and the chilly air that it brings.
Love has its seasons also to share
sometimes it can be frosty
and winter chills fill the air
it can be cold
like the white blanket of snow.
Love can be like spring
imparting new life as it begins to grow.
The glow that if offers
is like the warming summer sun
that blossoms into beauty
before the ravages of autumn come
and the years trickle away.
poem by David Harris
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Break Free! - Have a Ball!
Time to break free, one's cup of tea may not be to all taste,
past history's stale news, let be, haste, challenge chased, no waste!
Song bird of time migrates, sublime rewarding melody,
wide wings unfurl, from spiral twirl, soar to true rhapsody.
Time to escape, dropp nightshade drape, spring sprightly sings fresh air,
shed strings, red tape of every shape, fresh future fair prepare.
Shift key, click mouse, write waltz like Strauss, carouse in harmony,
drown frowns, don't grouse laze louse round house, spurn tale_spin gravity.
Discard hard times, from prose to rhymes switch life that pain shrugs off,
see light, delight quite free from fright, breathe out and fight rough cough!
Ignore moods poor, pain reign's downpour, sore thumb, fools dumb who bore,
far more expect, hope's scope elect, reject despond's dark core!
Time to rebound, life’s boat aground goodbye waves tidal waves,
from hurts that hound heart thought strung, bound, a clear approach now braves
life’s slings and arrows, narrow minds, discovers empathy,
that brings marshmallows, wide wings hallows, sheds self-sympathy.
From sleepy head, depressed in bed, leap up, cheered frame of mind,
misfortune's sped away, ahead, lies joy; leave lies behind.
Dread, pain vain bled, is shed instead success unbolts faults’ door,
so have a ball, reverse free fall, displace dark doubts with SURE!
Don't hedge your bets, glad sad regrets turns topsy-turvy soon,
don't sit on fence in self defence, self-confidence is boon.
Let inner fire inspire desire, suspicions set at rest,
all you require, adore, admire, won't cloy, - enjoy with zest.
From vain complain move on again, see sea’s brimfull of fish,
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
chance offers all, go have a ball, refreshed prioritease!
If once distraught in heart or thought, trust must fuss dust displace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad replace.
From inner trial advance and smile, past tears, fears fast forgot,
prick cloudy pall, go have a ball and call each shot!
Hope's heart's at ease when spirit frees harp's soul from sharks, sharp spears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
bread butters fly, sun spo[r]ts in sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold, spurning blow cold, hot!
Link one to one, new tale begun, soon shadow shades dissolve,
don’t stumble, run! don’t cry, have fun! hands on luck’s clock revolve.
mosquito bite quite fly-by-night seems past controversy
compared to light solutions bright that crush adversity.
So turn past page, move on fast, stage recovery fulfilled,
no need to wage war ‘gainst all rant and rage are stilled.
Let dream themes teem, perhaps as team, if not your’s is the choice!
Of cream the cream you are, ‘twould seem ‘tis time to heed YOUR VOICE!
Swift seize the day! go out and play! clear way awaits, transparent,
henceforth at ease, dark shadow flees, hark! happiness apparent.
No longer strange, the season's change seeds cycle optimistic,
danger exchange rebirth free-range, no limits pessimistic.
Leave strife, love life, wed man and wife, read palms - charms endless show.
Share tenderness, groans, cares chase! guess! great happiness grows glow.
So here we end, send 'Good Luck! ' trend as on your way you trot, -
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?
Time to break free, one's cup of tea may not be to all taste,
past history's stale news, let be, haste, challenge chased, no waste!
Song bird of time migrates, sublime rewarding melody,
wide wings unfurl, from spiral twirl, soar to new rhapsody.
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HAVE A BALL!
Time to escape, dropp nightshade drape, spring sprightly sings fresh air,
shed strings, red tape of every shape, fresh future fair prepare.
Shift key, click mouse, write waltz like Strauss, carouse in harmony,
drown frowns, don't grouse laze louse round house, spurn tale_spin gravity.
Time to rebound, life’s boat aground goodbye waves tidal waves,
from hurts that hound heart thought strung, bound, a clear approach now braves
life’s slings and arrows, narrow minds, discovers empathy,
that brings marshmallows, wide wings hallows, sheds self-sympathy.
From sleepy head, depressed in bed, leap up, cheered frame of mind,
misfortune's sped away, ahead, lies joy; leave lies behind.
Dread, pain vain bled, is shed instead success unbolts faults’ door,
so have a ball, reverse free fall, displace dark doubts with SURE!
Don't hedge your bets, glad sad regrets turns topsy-turvy soon,
don't sit on fence in self defence, self-confidence is boon.
Let inner fire inspire desire, suspicions set at rest,
all you require, adore, admire, won't cloy, - enjoy with zest.
From vain complain move on again, see sea’s brimfull of fish,
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
chance offers all, go have a ball, refreshed prioritease!
If once distraught in heart or thought, trust must fuss dust displace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad replace.
From inner trial advance and smile, past tears, fears fast forgot,
prick cloudy pall, go have a ball and call each shot!
Hope's heart's at ease when spirit frees harp's soul from sharks, sharp spears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
bread butters fly, sun spo[r]ts in sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold, spurning blow cold, hot!
Link one to one, new tale begun, soon shadow shades dissolve,
don’t stumble, run! don’t cry, have fun! hands on luck’s clock revolve.
mosquito bite quite fly-by-night seems past controversy
compared to light solutions bright that crush adversity.
So turn past page, move on fast, stage recovery fulfilled,
no need to wage war ‘gainst all rant and rage are stilled.
Let dream themes teem, perhaps as team, if not your’s is the choice!
Of cream the cream you are, ‘twould seem ‘tis time to heed YOUR VOICE!
So seize the day! go out and play! clear way awaits, transparent,
always at ease, dark shadow flees, with happiness apparent.
No longer strange, the season's change seeds cycle optimistic,
danger exchange rebirth free-range, no limits pessimistic.
Leave strife, love life, wed man and wife, read palms - charms endless show.
Share tenderness, groans, cares chase! guess! great happiness grows glow.
So here we end, send 'Good Luck! ' trend as on your way you trot, -
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?
12 April 2005 robi3_1193_robi3_0000 XXX_EKX
first version of first stanza added 6 April 2008 revised 9 September 2009 and 16 October 2009 for initial versions see below
Have a Ball!
Time to free shape, escape dark drape, spring sprightly brings fresh air,
shed strings, red tape of every shape, fresh future fair prepare.
Quit sick, click mouse, write waltz like Strauss, carouse in harmony,
don't grouse, laze louse, around the house, spurn superfluity.
From vain complain move on again, the sea is full of fish,
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
Chance offers all, go have a ball with fresh prior-I-tease!
Though once distraught in heart or thought mistrust one may replace,
move on to more - unseen before - let better bad displace.
From inner trial advance and smile, tears past, fears fast forgot,
go have a ball, cast down dark shawl, forever call each shot!
Hope's heart's at ease when spirit frees harp's soul from sharks, sharp spears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
bread butters fly, sun spo[r]ts in sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold, spurning blow cold, hot!
We could for long keep rhyming strong - yet some attention scan
seems very short, or so ‘tis thought by maiden and by man.
So here rhyme ends, good fortune sends, as on your way you trot,
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?
12 April 2005 revised 6 April 2008 and 15 September 2009
for previous version see below
Have a Ball!
From vain complain move on again the sea is full of fish
go take your pick as lips you lick so wickedly delish.
Look sharp! Don't carp, distress or mess up opportunities
Chance offers all - go have a ball with fresh prior-I-tease!
Although distraught in heart and thought when trust you may misplace,
move on to more, - unseen before, - let better bad replace!
From inner trial advance and smile, tears past and fast forgot,
go have a ball, take up Fate's call in future call each shot!
The heart's at ease when spirit frees the soul from fears, from tears,
DO as YOU please and by degrees all darkness disappears,
the butters fly, sun's in the sky, relearn to laugh a lot,
keep on the ball, leap each grey wall – bold spurning blow cold, hot!
We could for long keep rhyming strong, - yet some attention scan
is very short, or so ‘tis thought by maiden and by man, -
so here we end and 'Good Luck! ' send as on your way you trot, -
go have a ball, no cares at all, stand tall, walls fall! WHY NOT?
12 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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In Winter's Arms
Winter holds me with his arms of icy white,
and kissed my breath with frost upon the pane.
Subdued by touch of winter's frigid hand,
I pray for spring to find me once again.
O'wind, you whistle to the winter's tune.
Your melody is heard 'pon day and night,
but one day spring will come to rescue me,
and wisk away your song of winter's blight.
O'tree, you're frozen in the winter's dream.
Your leaves have left you 'neath a moon of white,
but when my prayers are answered 'pon spring's dawn,
you'll thaw beneath its sun with warm delight.
O'field, your harvest has been reaped and spent ~
and winter blankets you 'neath snowy mounds.
Yet one day soon in springtime's rising mist
you'll feel the greening of your earth rebound.
Winter holds me with his arms of icy white,
and kissed my breath with frost upon the pane ~
but deep within I somehow always know,
that spring will come and find me once again.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Hope's Stream 1718
As first cheep chirp unshutters polar night
whose sharp spell claws draped on stage curtained sky,
Hope's stream flows forth to span both dark and light,
what frozen seemed may thaw, joy's tinder dry.
Tomorrow, drawn from dreams, refutes fears, years,
and tears, to shine as beacon, battles won,
no sabotage can compromise screen clears
dissolving threats undoing work well done.
Released from false temptations superficial,
attraction or seductive siren sigh,
which would cause worm from course, flaws prejudicial
betraying spring preparing wings to fly,
life conquers strife, scope steers fears far to sea,
replacing grope by clear transparency.
(25 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Winter's Whitest Spurts
Although John Clare declared that he
saw spring in winter’s whitest spurts,
for many this is hard to see
when, freezing, all our body hurts,
and winter’s direst discontent
makes cold blasts pierce the frozen soul.
We wonder where the summer went
when icy winds exact their toll,
and whistling toll for all of us
on nights we wish would be more silent.
each blast a blaring blunderbuss
that’s aimed to make us all an island,
disconnected from the spring
and summer, fall, that we remember
when we for warmth our cold arms fling
around each other in December.
Inspired by John Clare’s “The Winter’s Spring”:
THE winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please-no bees to hum-
The coming spring's already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring-the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.
12/24/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Water Anew
From mountain high to valley low, the warmth of springs thaw runoff comes clear cold water from the melting snow.
Spring rain, cool and clear, mist and fog, early morning's dew, creeks, rivers, lakes renew.
Though mud stained from the thaw, the water soon will clear, life sustaining, life anew.
With summer weather comes light or heavy rains, sprinkle, mist or fog, life sustaining, life anew.
With autumn arrives the cold, then frost, soon after winter follows, sleet and snow, water turns to ice.
Though covered with ice and winters snow, the water in creeks, rivers and lakes renew until springs thaw, the water still flows.
Whether spring, summer, autumn or winter, water, life sustaining, life anew.
poem by Alvin Schaut
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Summers Moon
Autumn is a slow
Decaying death
Winter burdens you
With its gloom
Spring bursts forth
With fresh renewal
Summer gives birth
To hope and bright blooms
Recycling and repeating
Taking from and then
Completing
Nature opens up for the sun
To breathe life through
But to me, there's nothing like
A Summer Moon
Some days last too long
While others are only
Fleeting
Somewhere in between the two
Is where time is without
Meaning
Lazy limbs and happy hearts
A secret joy that's world's
Apart
From the even monotony
And subtle despair
Of the cold and frost
Of winter's air
Soothing warmth
That blankets you
Like a Mother's womb,
A warm caccoon
People smiling just because
The earth is kind
We feel a nudge
Toward peace of mind
And unbaised love
The sky above remains
Robin's-egg blue
Settling your soul
Until you feel brand new
Abundant and energized
The universal connection
Rings so true
Yet still to me,
There's nothing like
A Summer Moon
poem by Erika Wingo
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Appreciate Stone Wall Memories
it is true the stone wall loss
of our ever beloved ones,
is a barrier too hard to pass
cross for bitter mournful seasons,
stones are hard cold wet
with our 'ice crystallized cold tears',
unyielding in left loneliness
of broken spaces in our souls;
mourning rich beauty
in passing noble lives,
retreating into private
depths of passion grief,
into the torn raw hurt
of missing our beloved,
the wind knife ice blows
savage cold in this winter season;
trees refuse to leaf,
streams creeks rivers
ice frozen may not run;
but spring thaw cycles life
next seasons beauty
must rebirth come,
as new season life
blesses our families
with babies
growing
into bubbling
laughter,
miracle first steps
stumbling toddler runs,
life growth must
delight renew regenerate
into beauty
of multiple new memories;
Stone Walls
on a breezy sunny day
are warmed by the sun,
stone walls will give out
the warmth of sunlight
they receive, warm the heart
warm receptive souls
warm into the night,
stone walls are a refuge
for life that abides
within them; stone walls
hold precious memories
as numerous as the stones
within them, stone walls
landscape
through seasons
in cycles
of wonder life,
stone walls
shelter
block hail winds
in winter seasons,
we need to shelter
in glowing memories,
delight appreciate
in stone wall memories,
stone wall backbone
honouring nobility of lives
stretching back complete
through our passage lives
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I have a Dream
I have a dream, and you are its spring,
I have a ring and you are its finger
to offer a future where true love can linger
well into the winter of life, so I sing: -
every day, every way, share tenderness true.
Life has a scheme, and you are its reason
ring spinning win/win day in and day out,
minds meeting without hesitation or doubt,
from season to season osmosis agrees on
serenity, harmony, eyes linked, skies blue.
I have a dream, to open my heart,
two hearts combine, part of each each becomes,
never sundered apart, nor divided, a sum
to multiply joy, - let our summer now start: -
let us share love together, forever skies blue.
Life has a scheme, where we two may share
joy's voyage, scope, journey to Cape of Good Hope,
page turns, earns rainbow, learns to tenderly cope,
where bubbles - scares, troubles - dissolve in thin air,
where tenderness timeless unites me to you.
I have a dream, and you are its tune
violins and the moon, in love side by side,
on hope’s wings will we ride with no other beside,
with blossoms which bloom, braving storm and typhoon
we shall share love together, each day brings joy new.
Life has a scheme to play through the years,
where happiness hears far more than is spoken,
where trust answers trust, no promises broken,
affection awoken defeating false fears;
interwoven, our destinies know no adieu.
I have a dream where you are the sun,
true love has begun to burst into fire,
so I take up my lyre to string your desire –
all roses and cream, all winners, all’s won:
let us share love together, forever skies blue.
Life has a scheme, theme tune winning team
forever sings clear in harmony dear,
where both far and near the same may appear,
respect and esteem consecration supreme:
where each day adds to optimistic debut.
I have a dream where tenderness reigns,
where it never rains but to colour the rainbow,
we shall feel Cupid’s arrow, we’ll harvest who sow
seeds of love, we who care shall share joy, know no pains,
every day, every way, share tenderness new.
Life has a scheme where forever we rhyme
outside time, outside space where harsh world might intrude,
outside climb or disgrace, chase, ambition, fall, feud,
where winter seems short, spring's rebirth seems sublime,
felicity's favours afforded to few.
I have a dream, and you are its spring,
I have a ring and you are its finger
to offer a future where true love can linger
well into the winter of life, so I sing: -
every day, every way, share tenderness true.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Seasons of Promise
Winter is a time of warmth when I am close to you
A time of sharing stories and of praising what is true
The cold wind can be daunting when one is all alone
But Winter is a time of warmth when I am close to you
Spring is filled with wonderment when I am close to you
A time of bursting energy and life so bold and new
The rain can be quite chilling when one is all alone
But Spring is filled with wonderment when I am close to you
Summer's light is restful when I am close to you
As nature paints a picture with pleasing greens and blue
The heat can be exhausting when one is all alone
But Summer's light is restful when I am close to you
Autumn days are crisp and clear when I am close to you
The reds and golds come once again, yet always seem so new
Letting go brings sadness when one is all alone
But Autumn days are crisp and clear when I am close to you
I will be with you in Winter when snow is thick and cold
I will be with you in Springtime when new life is taking hold
I will be with you in Summer when sun and growth abound
I will be with you when Autumn's old life decorates the ground
poem by Mark Bratlie
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The Winter's Spring
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please--no bees to hum--
The coming spring's already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring--the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.
poem by John Clare
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How January Is Propelled To Spring
Chill January’s snow falls thick and fast
Propelled by blinding blizzard’s biting blast,
So soft white blankets bind the earth for days,
Though spring means drifts shall not lie long nor last.
Bleak January’s rain falls hard and long
Impelled by fierce Atlantic gales, full strong
So even mighty oaks bow in their wake
Till fury fades to calm in spring’s sweet song.
Wild January’s storms shall shed their sting,
Repelled by sun, as winter spins to spring,
So kinder, temperate breezes gently blow
To melt the snow, that all the fields can sing.
Mean January’s curse will never stay,
Dispelled by hopes of ever-lengthening day,
So gardens don spring coats of cheerful hues
As colour’s charm returns where all was grey.
Cruel January’s cloak of white shall yield,
Compelled to turn to green in springtime’s field,
So leaping lambs can clothe the hills again
And cattle quit the comfort of the bield.
Grim January’s gloom will end, by mirth
Expelled, as warmth returns to cheer the earth,
So birds will nest and leaves begin to spring
And dormant buds burst, bearing brand-new birth.
Harsh January’s coldness is compelled
To change, as dismal drabness is expelled.
Repelled by spring, impelled, the frost must flee;
So, doubts dispelled, to warmth we are propelled.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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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!
Life's Winter
Idle, semiconscious winter fog
Settles heavy on deforested nude,
Grey and dull, everywhere, dull lull;
Spine-chilling cold, blinding grey fog,
Nowhere light streaks to warm-up heart.
Flowers and fruits of yester seasons
Only breed pains ‘neath smashing dead-weight
And drags life unto cold slow death;
Eyes go red in search of shadows
That grow tall in dusk’s twilight
To squeeze blood in bone-chilling pain.
Days are short, nights are along,
No greens, bare top everywhere;
Winds bite, old memories sting,
Eyes well up like dense white clouds
In distant brood of blue sky.
No colours, only shades of grey;
Thin dull shrieks of deep pain
Leak in slow moves form gulfs
Of grim wilderness of loneliness;
Cold void all round till eyes stretch,
No ripples of joy or warmth anywhere.
What a contrast in winter and spring!
How the spring deepens the chill of winter!
That fulsome spring; this bald winter;
Where has gone those fragrance and musics?
Those warmth, colours and sensuous tastes?
poem by Praveen Kumar
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Spring Sunshine
After all the chills and winter blues,
The staying warm and staying in,
Meetings indoors for outside is cold,
Then comes the spring sunshine,
The sun breaks in like a door open wide,
With the burst of sunlight,
That lasting and warm,
Bringing smiles back on peoples faces,
While in the chilling season it brings,
Us all to hibernate and stay in,
Not getting out much as weather is cold,
Until the spring sunshine brings us back outdoors,
It is the time for new growth,
It is the time for new beginnings,
It is the time for buds to bloom,
It is the time for nature to sound its sounds of nature again,
For all the while when we shelter from the chills,
Winter is chilling,
And springs getting ready,
For all the new beginnings,
Brought forth from the old,
Of last seasons blossoms,
Spring will bring new growth from its roots,
And bloom again with spring sunshine rays,
Spring will start again,
And a new year to begin it with,
That starts with first,
The spring sunshine,
Of first days of spring,
That brings the smile back,
To all our faces,
With warm sun rays,
Of spring sunshine.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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