Oct 04
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Throughout the Winter

The snow fell, drifting down to the ground from
The blue sky to the frozen land below.

The bells rung, expresssing joyous song.
The people lit candles, which burned for long.

The people danced, and ate wonderful food.
The people sung, and exclaimed gratitude.

The people came together happily.
The people talked, and children romped freely.

The snow fell, burying the frozen land.
The people celebrated, warmed by community.
 
Oct 02
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Lost

A ship lost far out on the sea
Where dark clouds stretch for Eternity,
And gusts of wind blow it about---
For this ship, no one safe gives a thought.

A sheep which strayed too far from the herd
In a meadow which seemed pleasant enough,
Though meadows small stretch far, long out
When one is left without a friend.

A person who is excluded
When people care not about their thoughts,
When they can't be "cool", they are cast out---
And the most important ideas drown.


 
Oct 02
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Snowflakes

The snowflakes fell, thin crystal structures,
and piled upon each other, lacing
tree boughs, rooftops, the ground, my lashes.
 
I exhaled a lingering, cold mist,
and trudged with heavy boots through fallen snow
which crunched, a ravishing sound to hear.
 
I made my way across my backyard
and crossed the fallen fence into the woods,
making a path beside the frozen creek.

I suddenly stopped, and then bent down
and pressed my ear to the top of the ice;
I heard the gurgling of water.

I trudged back in the dark to the door,
teeth chattering as I entered the house
and yanked off my boots and winter coat.

I sipped a warm drink, then went to bed
and lay there in the dark, reliving the day.
Shivers of pleasure crept through me.
 
The snowflakes fell; they kept falling through
dawn, and midday, and dusk, and dark night,
Oct 01
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An Interesting Idea


An interesting idea
Comes from the strangest place,
From a child or memory,
Or thoughts, or need of haste,

I usually get ideas
Really quite randomly,
I do not know why my brain works
In this annoying way,

Have you ever been eating lunch
When your brain starts to write?
Have you ever thought of something
Just midway through the night?

An interesting idea
Comes at a queer time,
But I think it is worth the wait,
For it will be sublime.
Oct 01
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Snowflakes


The snowflakes fell, thin crystal structures,
And piled upon each other, lacing
Tree boughs, rooftops, the ground, my lashes.
 
I exhaled a lingering, cold mist,
And trudged with heavy boots through fallen snow
Which crunched; a ravishing sound to hear.
 
I made my way across my backward
And crossed the fallen fence into the woods,
Making a path beside the frozen creek.

I suddenly stopped, and then bent down
And pressed my ear to the top of the ice;
I heard the gurgling of water.

I trugded back in the dark to the door,
Teeth chattering as I entered the house
And yanked off my boots and winter coat.

I sipped a warm drink, then went to bed
And layed there in the dark, reliving the
Day. Shivers of pleasure crept through me.

The snowflakes fell; they kept falling through
Dawn, and midday, and dusk, and dark night,
Sep 26
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Melting Ice


Somewhere, there is a land of ice and frost,
Which glints and glimmers in the rays of sun—
However its magic may soon be lost,
As years of pollution can’t be undone.
Cold, slick, and hard, the ice is now melting;
 We are on a man-made slippery slope
Polar bears float away on ice, looking
Back—eventually, they give up all hope.
A dreamworld of wonder, and snow, and ice
Is shattered by our dreams—not needs, but wants;
No number of words will simply suffice
In changing if the Arctic melts or not.
We must take action; save the ice quickly—
Or it will be gone for Eternity.

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