It's been awhile since I've written any poetry...sometimes, it takes an assignment from an English class to get me to do it...but once I get going, I really go.
1. Thirteen Ways To Look At Snow
I
It never ceases to chill,
Like a dog howling at the moon,
Still the snows fall down.
II
Watch the moon rise at night,
A full circle staring at the world,
It’s beams of light pale and green,
Reflecting off of the snow around us.
III
In the park on Saturday,
With heavy winter coats and gloves,
Sleds of red and blue with pink noses,
They cut through the snow at the speed of life
IV
Lay down to bed early,
The old man arrives,
Footsteps in the snow on the roof.
V
Thin blades on thick ice,
They are out there alone.
The lake is frozen, but they are warm,
Alive with all of the passion of love,
And they kiss as the snow starts to fall.
VI
Little child, walking with his uncle,
The day so full of slush.
He dives in the snow, and says,
“I fell.”
VII
A tired father no more,
With a grin, he opens the garage door.
A new snow blower, red against the white.
VIII
Steel-grey skies above the mound,
Dug in deep for safety,
They give the command, “Fire!”
Thus the snowball fight begins.IX
Their love is thick like blood,
Their love is sweet like honey,
Their love is as pure as new-fallen snow.X
Another annoyed parent looks out the window,
Cursing the message of joy on the news,
For it is a snow day.
XI
Seven miners return to their home,
To find a beautiful girl.
They know not where she came from,
Only that she is as white as snow.
XII
I watch her with care,
The scarf around her neck of many colors,
My love standing out in the snow.XIII
On the edge of winter,
A rush to the hospital,
There is no panic, though.
A new mother stares lovingly at her baby boy,
And the snow outside blankets the world with peace.
2. Three Objects
The Supreme Overlord gave me an old horoscope today.
It seems odd to me, really.
Since when can you tell the future by being born on a day? I think that it is silly.Then again, I probably would find such nonsense nonsensical.
I was just reading Sam Harris.
He thinks that superstition is stupid and reprehensible.
I am apt to agree with this.Then again, it is just wild game, and no one really believes it.
At least, I truly hope they do not.
Even though the horoscope section is quite a hit,
The writer was surely smoking pot.
3. Sorry, Timmy
I know, I know,
You’re mad at me.
I only meant well.
Really, I did!
It was just me,
Facing you, alone,
I saw my chance,
And I took it.I know how you feel,
And I’m sorry, Timmy.
But the red light,
It’s so shiny!
4. My Best Friend
She’s very special to me.
She’s more than just a best friend;
She’s really like a sister, you see?Her face is a thing of beauty,
Her spirit is joy and kindness in perfect blend
And she’s quite special to me.I doubt anyone else could be
Someone I could so closely befriend
To make her like a sister, you see?For her, I would swim every sea,
And every mountain I would ascend,
That’s how special she is to me.She reminds me of poetry,
Her warmth is something on which I can depend,
Since she’s really like a sister, you see?Her name is Jill Marie,
And I’ll love her to the very end,
Because she’s so special to me.
She’s really like a sister, you see?
5. Sonnet 77
Letters flowing from my pen try to admit
A love that cannot be put into words.
My life is not long enough to do it,
And I know too few adjectives and verbs.No similes permit a description,
Nor alliteration or scheme of rhyme.
No doctor can write me a prescription
That would help explain this feeling sublime.Yet, I do not care that my mind has failed,
For once, I am satisfied not knowing
How to create something that is detailed,
And still able to just keep on growing.Forever could be spent finding words true,
But I will say it simply: I love you.
So, what do you all think? It's an eclectic collection, I know...do you like them?
