Remembrance
To what can our life on earth be likened?
To a flock of geese,
alighting on the snow.
Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage.
poem by Su Tung-po
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My American Flag
Flag of the brave
Victory's only passage
With the Azure night
The dash of the fire ablaze
The stripe of pearly snow
Smybol of a victory
America's Victory
Soldiers true and brave
Trudging in the winter snow
Through the dark, hidden passage
The single, small fire ablaze
For I am of the dark night
Yet in my night:
I cry for victory,
I set my enemies ablaze,
For I am of the Brave
Within the hidden passage
The wind, the rain, the snow
Of the Sea, of the snow
Or hiding in the dark, cool night
Within every passage
In glorious victory
The symbol of the strong and brave
My fire within is ablaze
A Torch ablaze
The flash of falling snow
The strong and brave
In the night
Fighting for victory
leaving the passage
Victory has found a passage
The town is ablaze
Today is the victory
In the winter snow
The battle won this night
The shed blood of the brave
With the brave, in the passage
In the night, of the fire
Trudging in the snow, I won the victory
poem by Maria Robbins
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Spontaneous Electricity (A Part Of)
autumn leaves...
fallen, crumbling,
dissolving into the earth,
leaving no sign,
no name, no identity,
not a mark, not a trace,
for the passage of time...
and yet...
a part of....
of such is my life.
and i find peace in this!
a part of...
all that has been,
all that will be,
a part of...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Season's of the Soul
Quiet is the autumn sun
Purified in God's own light
This day star of divinity
As it fades into the peaceful night
Valerian dreams they hang in the sky
Like timber wolves tracks in the snow
Winter looms near after autumns last song
And the geese fly south, as they know
Now is the time when the bud doth decline
And the leaves they do carpet the ground
No sooner than this with the suns perfect kiss
Soon spring will be right back around.
As this tide of life is turning
God's sweet grace is soon imparted
Natures message to awaken
But only for the open hearted
Thus are the seasons of our soul
From the moment of our birth
Life a blessed thing of beauty
This joyful passage here on earth
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Uncertain Weather
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
He must have had a life
Maybe with a family
People who meant everything to him
A sinner, a saint, a soldier
Caught up in a war he never
Had a chance to start or build a life
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
Hopes and fears important plans
Forgotten memories
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Schemes and dreams small and grand
Nothing left to see
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Someone who cast a shadow
Maybe just a lazy man
Doesnt make much difference now its true
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
One more to add to the total
Of those never heard of again
Yes hes gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
All gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind...
song performed by by Genesis
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Earthbound for M lady Chitra lele
The geese fly south and leave behind
the bitter winter storms to come.
The gather, circle then they fly
a vee formation in the sky.
Exchanging leaders on the way,
almost as if a single mind
controls the flock mysteriously.
I watch and weep as they depart
I have no wings I cannot fly.
I am earth bound I can’t escape
the snow and ice which will confine me
with just my books for company.
Until my feathered friends return.
Their honking cries for which I yearn
will rouse me from my somnolence.
Alerting me to their presence.
I take my ink block and my brush
most carefully no cause for rush.
Inscribe my thoughts in black on white
to signify my great delight.
In my own style of poetry.
To hear again the geese converse.
Not in the style I wrote at court
but poetry of a simpler sort.
To prove I have not lost my skill
and dare to hope I never will.
Until the day they bury me
I will be writing poetry.
No longer in the kings employ
I use my leisure to enjoy
the use of my ability.
To write whatever pleases me.
18-Jul-08
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Kushih style
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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As the Crows Gathered
As the Crows Gathered
By: Adam M. Snow
Surrounded by bodies of murder
the flocking and squawk arose.
Score of many rows on girder
feast of death drew the crows.
One to carry souls of many;
one onto life beyond life.
Yet was not the foe-of any-
to leave this world of strife.
The crows they flock,
they flock, they squawk;
flapping their wings tremendously.
They caw, they pecked,
they grew many in score
groups gathered more and more.
Blackened the sky with their endless flutter;
'But what of this? ' I utter.
'My days are long now being nighted.
The crows around have united.'
Feathers falling, covering the ground with black;
everywhere I look, it covers every crack.
The thought of death surrounds us all
before the crows, life will fall.
The ominous bank of crows like a cloud,
covers the world like an endless shroud.
Leaving I, overwhelm with fear
it is death lurking near.
The crows they gathered all in vast;
all is dark than a shadow cast.
They prey the lost and many more,
time has come for death to bore.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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autumn leaves
falling on top of cars -
flock of geese
haiku by Marijo Pinero
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The flock of white geese
A flock of white geese
Chased us when we were children
On broad daylight!
poem by Asif Andalib
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One Day at a Time
Yesterday the sky was clear and the sun
Was visible behind the barren trees-
In the early morning the snow was falling and
The path upon which I walked led me to nowhere-
In this life I have no destination, Yesterday wild geese were calling
High in the sky, I followed their lead-
I do not know what my future holds-
My family, being amongst the departed-
As snow falls lightly upon my horizon,
My future is clouded.
I live one day at a time,
Yesterday the sky was clear and today-
Overcast, clouded and dismal- although
I can still see the wild geese flying above and
I believe I saw a young deer
Lying amongst the trees, near where I am walking-
I have no destination and my future is
Darkened by clouds of uncertainty- although
Wild geese, deer and a lone cardinal-
Have become my best friends today as I walk and as I
Continue my journey-In all suddenness it hardly matters- in actuality-
That I do not know what my future holds or
That I do not know my destination in this life-
Today I own the forest, and the mystery of it all
Has given me strength to persevere-
Living one day at a time has removed the clouds as would an eraser to a chalkboard-
Enveloping inside of my mind the glory of my surroundings as
The voices inside of my mind accompany me-
I shall let the magnificence of these woodlands very well be my destiny-
I believe I see a ray of light shining through the bleakness of the sky,
Though phantasmal, it is still there to guide me for this moment-
Yesterday the sky was clear but my life was an empty cage-
Today I have become the queen of the woodlands,
I live one day at a time and as I hear the wild geese calling and
In their own way beckoning me- as a herd of deer gallop by- I realize
I shall never be alone as I hear voices speaking to me
That only I can hear-the deer, the wild geese are close by and
I see the beauty of the snow blanketing the trail as I walk-
Living one day at a time, I need not think of tomorrow
Because today has just become too beautiful-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Snow
The Snow, the snow
however so sweet,
The snow blows, glows
and that our treat
It topples, trims, melts, and goes,
Not even the experts; so called pros,
can accurately predict
how the snow blows
Even when we look at the sky,
We can see the snow come down,
and then it spreads it's wings and flies,
all over the town
That town is anxious
as it waits for the little snow,
all the children wait happily
as they all know;
that the snow will surley go,
and leave no trace behind
Hear now, Hear now
for it may be,
It's time, It's time
for the white snow to flee.
It's come, It's came
so please don't run,
come here, next year,
to have some more fun.
Jon VN
Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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I can hardly wait for the snow
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A Year of Timely Hell
A Year of Timely Hell
By: Adam M. Snow
The hour cries at charming bell
Bringing forth a timely hell,
With sorrow and madness, and many more;
Leaving upon us a deathly score.
A death to live with, from a bloodshed wage
From a child of anguish and solstice rage;
Leaving us in tears of what is to come
Leaving us in ruins and in glum.
No reason to fight on,
No reason to fight strong.
Its not our life to fight for.
Its not our time to fight a war.
It is our time to die and live again,
In a life, free of this worldly sin
poem by Adam M. Snow
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My Final Choice
Shall I leave this life by day
or shall I leave by night?
If I could choose it would be the latter
with the stars being my last sight.
For the darkness would envelop me
and welcome me my home.
Its message as I was leaving
'Now tis time to roam.'
Likened to the darkened womb
from which I did descend
would awaken in my memory
how life begins and ends.
No need for earthly bearings,
my soul would ease my way.
I'd say goodbye to all the beauty
and with no further delay
I'd search wherever it is I'd gone
until I found you dear.
And had I left before you
I'd wait for you to appear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Goodbye Winter Goodbye Everybody
Winter has passed friends will go
this year is gone along with the snow
this was the year that everyone knows
this is the year that everyone goes
I'll try not to cry but I'll miss you all
but again I know the snow will fall
My memories will come back that I do know
As long as my life is lived in the snow
I try to hold it all in but it's hard not to cry
thinking about leaving watching the sky
Snowflakes will fall onto my head
I will remember everything you've said
The Joy, the Sadness, the Fun, the Pain
I can see my future from this strength
the future of me the future of the snow
it will all work out this I know
I said I wouldn't cry but this I did lie
This is really sad after all
We will make new friends
til' now and til' then
But for now I say goodbye
to you, to snow sky
poem by Travis Ciempa
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When I Think About Leaving
You know some times me and my lady have these crazy fights and when we do it makes me wonder
Are we\'re ever gonna get it right
When I think about leaving I think about me
What my life would be like if I were back to being free
Go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do, wouldn\'t have a soul I had to answer to
When I think about leaving I think about me
You know I got a friend him and his wife just couldn\'t see eye to eye he had all he could
Stand one day and just packed up and said good-bye
When I think about leaving I think about him
That little apartment cross town he\'s living in
Got an old corvette, got a new girlfriend, but only sees his kids every other weekend
When I think about leaving oh I think about him
I never will forget her face or the day she told me about her dad, how he walked out on her
And her mom when she was just a kid
When I think about leaving oh I think about her
Only five years old and her heart filled up with hurt
With her little arms wrapped around his neck saying daddy where you going, are you coming
Back
When I think about leaving I think about her
You know the truth is, most of the time things were really great and I know we got something
Special
When I think about leaving I think about us
How we build this love we share on faith and trust, honest way we talk, tender way we touch,
All those nights we spent making love,
When I think about leaving oh I think about us
When I think about leaving I think again
Even though that thought crosses my mind every now and then
In my heart I know I would never leave, there\'s nowhere else on earth I would rather be
When I think about leaving I think again
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving:I think again
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Likened
To be surrounded by nature's beauty
and have it in your sight
can be likened to the brilliant stars
that brighten up the night.
To be surrounded by nature's fury
that terrifies your eyes
can be likened to a wasteland
whose sadness fills the skies.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Quest or chase
Humanity is on wane
We must do whatever we can
We may perish not because of nature
But due to our folly for spoiling the future
We are digging our own grave
Acclaim victory and call ourselves brave
Show it as parameter for progress
Leaving behind trail of smoke as trace
We are still sleeping
Time is not far away for weeping
Nature is relenting under pressure
All unpleasant actions for sure
America is facing it as first shot
Turning whole continent as hot
Now snow is covering under thick smoke
Wait for some more harsh strokes
Thailand is reeling under flood
People are starving for the want of food
What else you need as proof
You may loose not only land but roof
China has witnessed and some more may
Africa has seen famines holocaust and sway
Desert is experiencing snow and hills a draught
Where else you may go and still helplessly caught
You have polluted water, air and earth belt
The tremors are now intermittently felt
The earth belt is sliding and giving away
In near future we may have the heavy prize to pay
Future generations may be weak
They may have nothing to speak
We may leave behind dark future
As there may be nothing more to assure
You spent billions on outer space
Where as millions die on earth surface
How many more you may kill only for mad race?
Where will you stop with this so called chase?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love, Be a Spiritual, Living Revelation
Earth hath no remorse for its own terror,
likened upon for the human drilling of its
death laden black sap, making fools of their
feeble science, having done no more than
the atom denting of its crust...
Be they must, war, likened the lunacy of
moon to play with ocean tide, lands belching
of indigestion, puked upon all existing,
showing no bias or prejudice from within its
unpredictable wake...
When will we not see so blindly that all
terror be myopically ill, contaminating
without self immunity, less we deal
empathetically with our ignorance and
hypocritical solutions for peace...
With Love immortal, help enlighten a
darkened awakening, invalidating prophesying
fools, and predictions of Armageddon....
05.13.2005
*Dedicated to;
Dr Santosh Kumar, Editor
Cyberwit.net India
for his wise, literary teachings
of Love, and Peace on Earth
poem by Louie Levy
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A Day In The Snow
As the winds of winter whip my face,
A snow angel I would like to trace,
Oh how cold this is I say aloud,
Now I see a great big cloud,
As the snow begins to precipitate,
I will so remember this special date,
As I played in the ice,
I now start to remember paradise,
I am having so much fun,
I don't want there to be a sun,
The sun comes out,
I start to pout,
As the snow is done for the year,
I hope more snow is near.
poem by Tyler DeHart
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The Moose and the Goose
The mighty mad moose said to the gentle gliding goose,
“It’s not fair you fly in formation while I suffer much abuse.
Wind and breeze are there as you fly first class.
I’m down here on the ground fighting weeds and grass.”
The flock of geese had just landed for some food and rest,
And here is this mighty mad moose acting like a real pest.
But the head gliding goose had a gentle reply,
“Mighty mad moose you’re upset and I don’t know why.”
“Each year we chart the route for you mighty moose.
We’re the train’s engine, while you have freedom of a caboose.
Pay attention to our direction as we geese pass over;
Then you moose will know the way and have time for clover.”
Sir moose replied, “You fly south for winter and return in spring.
So all I have to do is remember that one important thing.
As I browse through trees and brush, I need to raise my eyes
To see you all as you map our way through the skies.”
The attitude of mighty moose changed from mad to glad,
Since he understood the treasure that he really always had.
As the gentle gliding geese flew off in formation,
Mighty moose smiled and tipped his antlers in appreciation.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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