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Twaiku #1

Snow fell this morning: staticked white noise cauterizing snow-plowed grooves soothing yesterday's sorrows settling in for another semester. #gazellesays

[scheeldr]

Late Spring Couplet

A sure sign that winter does blast no more…

Spring rains release loam scented petrichor.

[written-imagination]

Individual Importance

There’s something in everyone that the world needs

It doesn’t matter if you are a doer of good deeds

Your soul is one of a kind

All unspeakable creativity rests in your mind

Someone can’t live without you

You’re so important, oh if you only knew

There’s a reason your here

So overcome your fear

[y-wang-deactivated20140310]

4.24

Really 

Life is so fragile

no one knows 

who will disappear 

what will happen tomorrow

[revcav]

Day 24: On Writing Poems

A new sense is emerging the one that accompanies me wherever I go and whatever I do listening for a deeper truth

Standing at the sink washing dishes Walking through the hallways amongst the students’ laughter and hellos Staring in frustration when a child refuses to listen or a dog that refuses to pee when it’s late and wet and cold Watching and wondering accepting and curious gently prompting, images mingling waiting for words to emerge

[matthewcavellier]

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We bury bottles for good weather and never forget where they rest.

And if it rains, we all get wet but cling bourbon to our chest.

And when it suns on wedding days, consider us double blessed.

The liquid and the love flow free from lips to ears confessed.

[cowboymac12]

Many noises wake me In the middle of the night. Radiators clink, clank and whine. I roll over, Into a surgical stare at the clock. 530am; right on time. Then I doze for 15 more minutes. But when I hear you scream, I bounce out of bed, And sprint to your door, Tripping over your mother’s clothes, Your toys, and my own feet.

[revcav]

Day 23

In a moment A mood Swing By simply saying ‘It’s a beautiful, sunny day outside.’

[written-imagination]

Facade

Your tough facade

Your shoulders so broad

Your heart so perfect, yet so flawed

I wonder when your icy attitude will have thawed

All you ever give is an acknowledging nod

With your height and stature you leave me awed

If only I was brave enough to share a ballade

If only I knew I wouldn’t crumple this poem into a wad 

Then maybe I could break through your facade

[y-wang-deactivated20140310]

4.23

snow is melting 

means

spring is coming?

[aprilpoetry-blog]

Boston's limmerick

there once was a small-town place where life was not lived in haste

to Boston’s they’d go when the pantry was low

to quench their unending taste

[aprilpoetry-blog]

snow angel

like a thick, cream frosting settling on a still-warm cake

so does the snow angel sink into the cushiony snow

while the goaltender’s net stands at attention

awaiting the long rays to dry and render

the field ready for play

[cowboymac12]

No more snow poems.

A picture will do nicely.

Worth a thousand words.

[written-imagination]

The snow is falling like little angels from heaven

I count the seconds until I get to eleven

Come down, oh come down

My mood drops and here comes my frown

Oh yes keep coming why don’t you

I hate you, I hate you

Although it isn’t the snow I’m referring to

It’s the events of today and all the...

[shyyyk-25]

Small, conical holes puncture the sand.

Littering the beds of mermaids,

Lead to his burrowed land,

Covered beneath a veil of shade.

Grains of stone isolate this home,

Below the world, he sits alone.

Struggles begin to brew,

Inside his shell carved until hollow,

By...

[shyyyk-25]

Icy Touch

The gentle hiss of winter snow

Blown away by the moaning cold,

That bites the flesh and strikes the bone

As shivers haunt the foe.

  The air thick with unease

Trails the steps of broken crust,

With fingers, tracing its touch

Along the back, of the unknown

  The weeps of covered trees

Beckon to be heard,

For they have told the birds

Who abide the icy purr.

  Their weary cries could not hinder,

The fatal steps that crossed over,

The insidious winter’s fold,

Into a frozen world.

                                       Ty Leech

[shyyyk-25]

Slave of Freedom

Praying amongst the dead

That one does not join them.

One dies in the name of their country.

Lead cannot solve any grudge.

Perhaps the time will come when I am confronting,

The dream that will haunt me.

Captive in a global conflict

Do we stand against those taught as enemies.

Courage comes a long way.

Now drowned in a pool of blood

I have become a Slave of Freedom.

                                                                -Ty Leech