FULL STOP

I am too close to the water’s edge
and I wait impatiently to slip in
and succumb.
Let the water pour in and fill every empty space within me.
Let me inhale the cold deep blue –
filling my lungs to their bursting capacity.
For I desire not to thrash and wail,
but to sink, heavy-weighted and
silent, to the sandy bottom.
Let me gracefully and languidly
find that desperate peace beneath
the dark depths, where no light dares penetrate.
Why long for such finality? Such conclusion?
There is a solemn quiet down below.
A silence that calms the worrying voice.
An end awaits, more grand than the one he refuses.
And I long to have it — that full stop.
Sink
and
sink.
When I am finished
and I nourish the sea,
return me to the heavens.
For the one I seek is not here.
And they told me so all along.

Shelley

I still miss you – promote Yourself

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are days,
When I miss you
With a sudden intensity
Which surprises me.

It aches, in a way I didn’t deem possible,
In a heart, I didn’t know I possessed.
And I lie in this room feigning sleep.
Pining away, struggling with my existence.
While I choke from these strange arms enveloping me.

Should I strive, in vain, for you, most divine?
Or should I instead, be miserably content with what’s mine?

– Sreshtha Sen
sreshthasen.wordpress.com

ALL FACETS – Promote Yourself

I’m trying to attach
Meaning to you like a door with no latch
Or me without you on my mind, how can I explain that

                                                                           I’ll

always love you no
matter your issues
I’ll hug & kiss you
comfort with soft tissues

What

Other words can I say or you to me
When you’re the epidemy
of where love should be
Cause there’s never any riddle to be solved
I know where my heart truly belongs

I

Smile out loud
How can that be…well you’ve shown me how
With all facets of your beauty that I want now
I write,you read as it all comes out
My pen turns us singular into a noun

One

picture & thought with no sound
With many years of internal feelings written down
just thinking about you on my sofa
typing away wishing that you were closer
written from my feelings for you in my mental folder
as i cater to your emotions till the night is over

Lino Robles

The Craft – Promote Yourself

 

the poet’s craft-
to capture essence of a thing,
and cram it into sparing words.
even truer so, is the poet’s fate…
to burn with such intense, inescapable feeling,
that to put pen to paper is his only option.

baring this to all the world is the art.

-Nuella Onyilofor
nuellaswords.wordpress.com

 

Sparkling – Promote Yourself

 

Under your drift seeming to take me
Using me incessantly to wake me

More latent than beaming in the wise
Much streaming in a disgiuse

Touch me and see me yearning to reach
Tease the romancing in my teaching

Loose is my dreaming of your sea
Luring and exhalting me to be

Kept deeming in the practice
Crafts me instilling purpose

Still reading the signs of your bread
Seasons obligating me to send and

Work me Learning to be bred
Ways so mature and instead
Of breaking me, you make me
into Sparkling.

Aimee Antozak

MAKING SNOWMEN

Icicles hang like chandeliers

Melting raindrops on the ground

Children playing having fun

Making snowmen in the park

Hat,scarf, and carrot nose

Trees stand in an icy pose

Children play until its dark

Now they’ve come to close the park

Thomas Sims

It’s Snowing

 

 

Look out of the window

Look, look it is snowing

People are all slipping around

All of them towing and frowning

 

Nature has created a picture

A panoramic view of sheer delight

Covering everything with snow

O my what a wonderful sight

 

Children riding on their sledges

Careering down the hill

The air is filled with laughter

Giving everyone a exhilarating thrill

 

Transport all at a standstill

As the weather begins to freeze

The frost has painted a picture

Upon the pavements hedgerows and tree’s

 

We all get excited when we see the snow

We endure the problems it does bring

Then we know after it’s all over

We look forward to he coming of the Spring

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

As Soon As The Frozen Snow Melts To Go

Frozen is the snow.
Melting it will go, 
Away…
When Spring begins again.
And flowers bright will bloom.
And I…
Want to be that one, 
To share…
This Spring that comes with you.

Walking like we’ll do…
With a budding we’ll get to know, 
As soon as the frozen snow…
Melts to go.

And flowers bright will bloom to gow…
With a budding we’ll get to know, 
As soon as the frozen snow…
Melts to go. 

Lawrence S. Pertillar

The burial in the snow

How well do I remember
Of a burial in the snow,
On a winter’s evening
Some fifteen years ago;
The ground was covered over
With the beautiful crystal snow,
And it glistened in the moonlight,
Like diamonds all aglow.

It was a pleasant evening,
That merry Christmas eve;
And I never can forget, how
The frost hung on the tree.
The moon was shining clearly,
And the sleigh-bells rang so sweet;
Ah, it was splendid sleighing,
The snow was two feet deep.

My grandparents were living
Some two miles then away,
My parents went to see them,
To spend the holiday.
I went with my kind parents,
For the evening was sublime,
To see dear aunts and uncles,
And have a merry time,

I saw the beaming faces
Of my grandparents dear,
As they met us on the door-step,
With welcome words of cheer.
In fancy I can see them
As in the days of yore,
When they welcome home their children
Through the old familiar door.

The banquet board that evening,
Was filled with cake and wine,
Delicious fruits and oysters
That came from foreign clime.
It was a merry party
That met once more to roam,
My grandparents were happy,
Their children were all home.

Grandpapa said, “dear children,
Lay the tea things aside,
And some of you get ready
To take a pleasant ride.
The moon is shining clearly,
The evening is sublime,
O’er the crystal snow we’ll glide,
And have a jolly time.”

Hats and cloaks were soon put on,
By those who wish to go,
They were wrapped up snug and warm,
For a sleigh ride o’er the snow.
Their hearts were light and gleeful,
They rode away with ease,
I never can forget them,
Or that merry Christmas eve.

On that beautiful evening,
They rode five miles away,
O’er hills, and dales, and frozen snow,
With prospects bright and gay.
They came to their journey’s end,
And soon were homeward bound,
A more joyous, happy band
Was nowhere to be found,

The merry sleigh bells ringing
Out on the midnight air,
And merry voices singing
All “right side up with care! “
The horses were high-spirited,
They ran away, and lo!
Broke loose from the sleigh, and left
It buried in the snow.

The people of that party
Lay scattered all around,
Some were frightened, others laughed,
To think it happened so,
That the end of their sleigh ride
Was a burial in the snow.

Yet they were gay and happy,
The bright moon o’er them shone,
And laughing o’er their sleigh ride,
They all went trudging home.
Some of those friends are dead and gone,
That met in that old home,
And never will we meet again,
Around that dear hearth stone. 

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My snow ball pet

“I made myself a snowball as perfect as can be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas and a pillow for its head.

But late last night it ran  away but first it wet the bed!”

The snow Fairy

Softly, softly, on the breeze
The snow fairy flitters among the trees;
Her laughter’s warm, it brings good cheer,
And merriment this time of year.
With glittery brightness and magic’s glow
She gently lights upon the snow;
From tiny pocket makes food appear
To feed the birds and the tiny reindeer.
Then with a smile and a twinkling eye
She bids the dear little ones goodbye;
For she has much to do today,
Though what it is I cannot say;
Now it’s a secret, but soon you will know,
And you’ll be delighted from head to toe!

IF YOU SEE A SNOW FAIRY LET US  KNOW 

Snow

Once with my scarf knotted over my mouth
I lumbered into a storm of snow up the long hill
and did not know where I was going except to the top of it.
In those days we went out like that.
Even children went out like that.
Someone was crying hard at home again, 
raging blizzard of sobs.

I dragged the sled by its rope, 
which we normally did not do
when snow was coming down so hard,
pulling my brother whom I called by our secret name
as if we could be other people under the skin.
The snow bit into my face, prickling the rim
of the head where the hair starts coming out.
And it was a big one. It would come down and down
for days. People would dig their cars out like potatoes.

How are you doing back there? I shouted,
and he said Fine, I’m doing fine, 
in the sunniest voice he could muster 
and I think I should love him more today
for having used it.

At the top we turned and he slid down,
steering himself with the rope gripped in
his mittened hands. I stumbled behind
sinking deeply, shouting Ho! Look at him go!
as if we were having a good time.
Alone on the hill. That was the deepest
I ever went into the snow. Now I think of it
when I stare at paper or into silences
between human beings. The drifting 
accumulation. A father goes months 
without speaking to his son. 

How there can be a place 
so cold any movement saves you.

Ho! You bang your hands together,
stomp your feet.  The father could die!
The son! Before the weather changes.
Naomi Shihab Nye

January

January

Now is here —

A fine new start

For a whole new year.

The snow comes down

In the dark of night.

When we awake

The world is white.

In January

When there’s snow,

We get our sleds

And away we go.

The Christmas plant – Poinsettia Pulcherrima

Poinsettia

 

Pulcherrima

In many countries the poinsettia has achieved cult status during the Christmas season. Attempts to create varieties that made suitable house plants met with success in the 1950s and since then this winter-flowering plant quickly grew to be a permanent feature in Christmas symbolism and decorations. The reason for the enormous popularity of this plant is obvious: the tall star-shaped leaves make it an ideal accompaniment to the existing Christmas symbolism.