Clouds rest on tree tops
Lumpy feather beds billow
Horses graze in snow
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (24 January 2008)
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Lumpy Corry
Lumpy Corry, sat on a penny. Lumpy Corry, found a penny. Lumpy Corry, has two pennies. Lumpy Corry, spent two pennies on lumpy candy. Lumpy Corry, gave the candy to, Miss. Lumpy DoWho. Miss. Lumpy DoWho, knows kungfoo and ate the candy, too.
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Grumpy Lumpy
Grumpy Lumpy cut his wrist
Grumpy Lumpy’s veins were missed
All of the doctors and all the doctor’s men
Sewed Grumpy Lumpy together again
poem by Lenore Lee
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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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song performed by by Chicago
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The Winter Haven Rose
Down by the river flow of the old shady oak tree
God sends His pure Love and lovingly sings to me
Consider My beauty surrounding mountain and streams
Know love that's abounding in the Word of My dreams
The Snow Fairy rose is delicious, amidst green leaves
A brilliant Pink Iceberg rose of winter won’t cleave
As the snow-capped mountain tops, this love is pure
Comparative to those acts of righteous saint's allure
Such a rose, a sweet fragrant nectar attracting pests
Although life’s never a fairytale enchantment, at best
As trials beset, then time to rest in the Rose of Sharon
Let hummingbirds naturally rest near and avoid the barren
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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Drought-ess
Lumpy frog on a dry grass watch
Red burning land of robin chest
Hoy- hot- hot water not.
Watertight bath, of Rain last.
Dry sky with shining moaning light of
Thirsty clouds on dehydrated walls.
Rose made of steel on melting iron tree.
From Drought-ess mind.
poem by Luca Menin
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The Horses
The horses
Three horses graze on my land, one is a foal.
In the twilight and with gentle rain falling
they remind me of work horses of by gone
days when I steered the plough that made
furrows in dark, clean soil.
When I stroke their flanks the good aroma
of warm horse arises; dreams are endless.
In daylight they pretend to be boulders, but
even then they make the land serene.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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All I Want For Christmas
I would ask for just one thing
I don't need sleigh rides in the snow
I don't want a Christmas that's blue
Take back the tinsel, stockings and bows
'Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
What I want can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel that tops my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need
'Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
I don't need expensive things
They don't matter to me
What I want can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel that tops my tree
You are my dream come true
Santa can't bring me what I need
Cuz all I want for Christmas is you
All I want for Christmas is you
Yeah all I want for Christmas is you
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Even the mightiest eagle comes down to the tree tops to rest.
Even the mightest eagle comes down to the tree tops to rest.
Late Night with Fog and Horses
They were in the living room. Saying their
goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.
They'd been through a lot together, but now
they couldn't go another step. Besides, for him
there was someone else. Tears were falling
when a horse stepped out of the fog
into the front yard. Then another, and
another. She went outside and said,
'Where did you come from, you sweet horses?'
and moved in amongst them, weeping,
touching their flanks. The horses began
to graze in the front yard.
He made two calls: one call went straight
to he sheriff - 'someone's horses are out.'
But there was that other call, too.
Then he joined his wife in the front
yard, where they talked and murmured
to the horses together. (Whatever was
happening now was happening in another time.)
Horses cropped the grass in the yard
that night. A red emergency light
flashed as a sedan crept in out of fog.
Voices carried out of the fog.
At the end of that long night,
when they finally put their arms around
each other, their embrace was full of
passion and memory. Each recalled
the other's youth. Now something had ended,
something else rushing in to take its place.
Came the moment of leave-taking itself.
'Goodbye, go on,' she said.
And then pulling away.
Much later,
he remembered making a disastrous phone call.
One that had hung on and hung on,
a malediction. It's boiled down
to that. The rest of his life.
Malediction.
poem by Raymond Clevie Carver
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God's Christmas Tree
The traveler told me,
That He had walked far.
And He knew,
He had not much father to go,
Than He asked me,
Did I see the Christmas tree,
With a bright star,
covered in blankets of snow,
Fighting for life,
against nature and man's war.
Needing to find peace for the soul,
Touched by a angel's tear.
Standing alone out in the cold.
Once there was a little Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
Covered with soft blankets of snow,
every year,
The little tree would grow.
Sometime someone would come along.
Leaving footprints in the falling snow,
When they are far from home,
Somewhere out in the cold.
They could see the star on the tree,
Covered with soft blankets of snow.
The little Christmas tree seems to glow.
Decorated By God's hand.
A gift for every man.
A soft light,
in the dark night,
Offering peace for the soul.
See God's Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
A reminder of love,
A star from above,
For the world to see.
God's Christmas tree.
He didn't choose the tallest.
tree in the forest.
He saw that little tree stand alone.
A place where the soul can rest,
While the traveler walks home.
Did you see?
God's Christmas tree.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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The Gallows
There was a weasel lived in the sun
With all his family,
Till a keeper shot him with his gun
And hung him up on a tree,
Where he swings in the wind and rain,
In the sun and in the snow,
Without pleasure, without pain,
On the dead oak tree bough.
There was a crow who was no sleeper,
But a thief and a murderer
Till a very late hour; and this keeper
Made him one of the things that were,
To hang and flap in rain and wind,
In the sun and in the snow.
There are no more sins to be sinned
On the dead oak tree bough.
There was a magpie, too,
Had a long tongue and a long tail;
He could talk and do -
But what did that avail?
He, too, flaps in the wind and rain
Alongside weasel and crow,
Without pleasue, without pain,
On the dead oak tree bough.
And many other beasts
And birds, skin, bone, and feather,
Have been taken from their feasts
And hung up there together,
To swing and have endless leisure
In the sun and in the snow,
Without pain, without pleasure,
On the dead oak tree bough.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Cultivated Is My Valley
Cultivated Is My Valley
Peaceful is the landscape and the lane that meanders
amongst olive trees, stone walls neatly divide the land
a bit for everyone, but not enough to make you rich.
Here dogs only bark at night have cowardly, yellow eyes
there is no wolf left in these subjugated canines.
In Stockholm when spring comes ice shards fall off roof
tops, split brains in half, gore on snow. On paradise
islands too one has to look out for falling coco- nuts
they can so easily kill a man; but here, in my valley, only
petals of the almond tree flower fall.
Birdsongs and breeze that caresses olive trees, now that’s
peace, ok, so should I not be happy as I contemplate
a carob tree? I see a woman bending down, weeding her
potato field, clouds on the sky are as soft as the mustachio
on a Romanian girl’s upper lip. All this herald peace so
why shouldn’t I be happy, when seeing a flock of cows
with full udders ready to be milked at five? Yet I dream of
galloping horses on the pampas of Argentine, flying mane,
flaring nostrils. This place I tell myself lacks passion, it’s
too tame, or is it me that has been restrained by age?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I'm Dreamin' Of A Dry Christmas
I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas
just like one's I use to know
where weathermen announce, all use our bypass
where you may go, all clear of night's white snow
Im' deamin' of a dry Christmas,
just like one's i've use to know,
where tree-tops glissen an children listen
to hear my Harley roar, just for show
I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas,
where my love one's expect me, too show,
Home, where my heart is, an our Sunday-Mass, Ho! Ho!
Packin' gifts like Santa Clause, swiftly as a bike will go
Where tree tops an my sportster crome glessions,
each piston hummin' to, never missin' it's tone,
True symphony, as she roams, with clean air without emitions
Tis Christmas, an packin' gear, with my Lady, have gone home
Ho! Ho! Ho!
'Have a Merry Little Christmas'
poem by Perry Campanella
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Remember Lot's Wife
One is taken and the other is left down,
One is spoken to and the other is written to,
But remember Lot's wife and learn!
For if your child ask you of fish,
Will you give him a snake? !
Then think twice before you leap.
Life is full of ups and downs but,
Be very strong always to carry on;
And like the fig tree planted in the vineyard,
be very focus on your dreams.
Red horses and black horses,
White horses and dappled horses,
And with the bay horses to write this muse;
Life is guided by the four spirits of the heavens but,
Yu've sown much and brought in a little.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
I.
Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest,
I am weary with contending!
Why this rapture and unrest?
Peace descending
Come ah, come into my breast!
II.
O'er all the hill-tops
Is quiet now,
In all the tree-tops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait; soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Snow on snow
Snow on snow
Flakes gently falling
Like leaves from a tree
Asking permission
Before they land
On the snowflakes underneath
Each one different
Like leaves on a tree
A white carpet
Pure white till soiled
By children’s shoes
They love its touch
Ooo snowball fights
Snow doesn’t hurt
Snow is soft and forgiving
People hurt
They are selfish and cruel
So let it snow
Snow on snow on
poem by James Hart
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Joy Song
There's joy in the fleecy clouds
There's joy in the sky.
There's joy in a fishing trip
Even tho the babies cry.
There's joy in the tree tops
In the birds song,
There's joy just in living
If we don't go wrong.
poem by Della Hodgson James
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Thinking...
it is it that thinks that we think
works most
too convincing
just as it is elucidating
trying to give all the answers
yet at the end
what happens? dead ends
inevitable,
gates locked and there
are no keys,
the labyrinths are leading
us to nowhere
and then we sit under the tree
unthinking what has been
thought
merely receiving air
engulfing it with all the rooms
of our lungs
breathing and savoring
coolness
and gazing at the spread of grass
the trips of clouds
and then as light dims to make a night
we rest on our beds
less the thoughts
but only the prayers
that all is well
because we have finally get rid
of the belief
in thoughts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Beds Too Big Without You
Beds too big without you
Cold wind blows right thru my open door
I cant sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets no love no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears
Beds too big without you
The beds too big without you
The beds too big
Without you
Since that day when youd gone
Just had to carry on
I get thru day but late at night
Made love to my pillow but it didnt feel right
Every day, just the same
Old rules for the same old game
All I gained was heartache
All I made was one mistake
Now the beds too big without you
The beds too big without you
The beds too big
Without you
song performed by by Police
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