Snowflakes Fall (assignment write a Haiku for winter)

Snowflakes Fall


Seasons come and go

Frozen dreams descend today

Snowflakes fell today





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(Snowflakes Fall

12/15/2011

Dreams are like seasons. Some dreams last, other dreams fade just as a snowflake that melts away. Winter reminds us of dreams, of individuality.)

Assignment from 2011, "Write Christmas time poem"

Christmas Promises
Random Acts of Kindness

Silver bells, ice skating on the pond, bright shining faces
Everyone's happy as can be, great expectations reflected in so many places


Christmas cheer, snowflakes softly falling, a lightness felt as it is the end of the year
The last month, the final holiday, only a few more days and silent will fall the cheer.


Presents under trees, generosity seen all over town, laughter and smiles
Baking, shopping, and wrapping, everyone's happy to go a few extra miles


A few extra miles, random acts of kindness abound.
So many needs, so many hands suddenly appear wishing to lift another onto steady ground


Yet all year long, a frown is shown, a quick hastily dash is made to get away
All year long, we look the other way, as yet another soul lingers wishing so much just to play


Forever trying, forever falling, yet at last it is that kindness time of year.
Snowflakes fall, generosity abounds, the impoverished see a ray of hope, too soon begin to cheer.


Forgetting the sparkle the shine, it is but an artificial emptiness trying to fill a deepening void.
Everyone's smiling, everyone's being oh, so very nice, forgetting to remember others to avoid.


Funny it is really, oh so funny, everyone willing to spread Christmas cheer.
Christmas cheer, it comes but once a year…


Once a year, the halls are decked, the snow softly falls…
Silver bells sing, as sleighs run freely over the new laid snow, softly Christmas choirs call


Shining faces, smiling, happy, cheerful sounds abound all around.
Smudged faces lifted up as a hand reaches out to lift another from the cold hard ground.


Gifts are given with cheer.
Thankfulness abounds, as kindness is extended like no other time of year.


Smile my dear, for Christmas it is near.
Smile my dear, for the artificial lights will soon be but a distant memory, reflected in a shiny lingering tear…


Christmas packages, stacked so high, trees all decked out, everyone dressed so very nice.
How is it this time of year thaws hearts of stone, hearts of ice?


Christmas comes but once a year, but truly the kindness shown to a passing stranger, it is needed each and every day.
Stop, turn around look all around, and you will see, the sparkling eyes are never far away.


Every day, every week, every month of the year, look around the sparkle you see, it shines still.
Shines so bright, because every dream is remembered in a single fallen tear, as the air whispers a soft silent chill.


Christmas comes, Christmas goes, and no one notices as the snowflakes sparkle, shine, and fade…
Melting snowflakes, whispers of a "Happy New Year" echo as Christmas leaves behind a lingering charade…


Christmas trees, presents galore, tinsel, falling snow flakes, whispers on the fading shadows of the night lift their voices and sing…
Whispers sing of a better tomorrow, a brighter future, yet, how soon another year is ended, forgotten over and over are the promises, and resolutions that every New Year brings…




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(Christmas Promises

11/28/2011

All year long we forget about those less fortunate, yet at Christmas time we look for those we can cheer, why is it we forget them all year prior?)

Another poetry assignment ( "A poem based on an image) from 2011

Yet, Another Sunrise

Sunrise, and sunset, how we look up at the sky
Romance of an evening, of a morning a mourning goodbye-


Shooting stars falling from the sky
Storms clouds gathering, soon the winds will whirl, lift and fly-


Sandy beaches reflecting the water's edge, framing the sky
Romancing a town, a setting, a person, why is it so many fall for a bold lie?


Tomorrows, drift by on the wind, forever we listen hoping to find that "pie in the sky"
How many yesterday's will we watch go by-


Today, once again we gaze intently at that distant sky
Gazing, reflecting hiding forever the depths of our tears behind clouds that will never cry…

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Yet, Another Sunrise

(11/28/2011

Gazing up at the sky, dreaming dreams that no one knows, dreams faded and gone, no one even cares...)

Villanelle

This was a poetry assignment..."write a villanelle"





Misunderstandings, Seeing Only the Outside

Spend your money, on your many needs
Friendships based on material gain, soon fail to fain
Silence loud, silence forgotten, silence broken, who will tend the garden of weeds


Forked lightening, clashes across the night sky, the wind shifts tossing many seeds
Words spoken in abundance, carelessly, soon 'tis the fools pain
Spend your money, on your many needs


Teardrops, fall like rain, pitter, patter, falling reigns fall as yet another soul away speeds
Harsh reality, mistakes broadcast far and wide, cross words oh, how they stain
Compassion flighty, kindred spirits walking along, forging past many fallen steeds


Selfish, jealousy, envy marking the common way, so many eyes filled with so much greed
Insecurities abounded openly, and in secret, oh can you see that bitter fallen rain
Spend your money, on your many needs


Looking on the outside, what do we truly see, nothing truly at all, only a fallen grain, cast amongst many weeds.
Rolling around, seeing nothing but glittery ground, how we forget materialism it is but a stain
Laying down we look up, see the stars shimmering so bright, watch as they race across the night sky as one of many passing steeds.


Stomping our feet we remain calm, we remain collected as so many walls begin to fall as we have forgotten our needs
Coloured glass sparkle in the light, cast many shadows lingering of long forgotten grain
Spend your money, on your many needs
Silence loud, silence forgotten, silence broken, who will tend the garden of weeds

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Misunderstandings, Seeing Only the Outside

(11/13/2011

Misunderstandings, harsh words spoken too fast, how often we forget so many things in this life really don't matter.)

Sugar and Spice a poem from 2011

Sugar and Spice 

Sugar and spice, and all that's nice-
Sugar and spice, why must we be nice?


Sweet as sugar, we must be nice.
But why, when the world to us is cold as ice.


Listen carefully; remember well, we must because it is right.
Always, we must be sweet, we must be nice, for soon it will be ever night.


The icy stares, the cooling wrath of envy walks all around, yet still we must not be cold.
Ever so sweet we must be, for we may never grow old.


Standing alone, we must remember to be ever faithful, ever true.
So many confined in ice stand ridged and cold, life for the having been of much rue.


Sorrows confine, walls define, and reflections harden as eyes glaze…
Looking all around it is so easy to never see the individuals face, as heavy hangs the haze.


Yes, my child life it is unfair, and many slights, many hurts will you in this life find.
Still yet, my child you must forever be the one who is compassionate and kind.


Ridged ice-cold faces line are path, each and every day.
Yet, still we must walk with grace, and pray.


Their shoes we've not worn.
Their sorrows we've not born.

So with compassion, grace and kindness we must lend a bit of warmth, lend a bit of light.
Our days though they be numbered, soon we'll forever take flight.


My child, remember sugar and spice, and all that is nice.
Sugar and spice this you must be, if you wish to melt the harshness of those incased in ridged rows of ice.


Ridged rows of ice, seeing only through a heavy haze-
My dear child, do you not know the lost cannot even see your face?


The darkness it abounds so heavy today, it is so cruel, it is so very dark, the black clouds swirl.
My dear child, your light it must shine; shine ever brighter, for the smoke has begun its upward curl.


The darkness my dear child, it is never so dark, as just before the dawn.
Steady your heart, set compassion in your stride, kindness you must never forsake, tomorrow you may yawn.


Today, sugar and spice, and all that is nice, that my child it is the way.
A soft tender word heals the broken hearted, yet it is with these that the darkness is pierced so that another might see the day.


The night is long spent, the dawn it is near.
Lift up your weary soul; remember to pray, for soon you'll hear Heaven's cheer.


As another soul has been won, detoured away from the eternal pit of Hell-
Sugar and spice and all that's nice, my child you are a representative of Heaven, steady your steps that you may do well.


If a transgression you have done, if a transgression it is perceived, then my child, make it right.
For ever swiftly is coming the fearsome night.


Today, my child, you may work, yet but a little while, and your work it will be forever done.
Listen closely my child, sugar and spice, and all that is nice, do right, do well, follow Christ, set the example, follow closely in the Saviour's steps, so one day you may hear the kindness words of all. "Well done".

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Sugar and Spice

(11/13/2011

About the character of the Christian, we must be kind, faithful and true, we must be compassionate, we must be kind. Our life must match our words, this is what this poem is about.)

Seeds of Strife (a poem from 2011)

Seeds of Strife


Sowing seeds, sowing weeds,

Sowing discord, Sowing, sowing, thinking no one knows…


Planting seeds, planting seeds of doubt,
Planting seeds, side stepping that dark reflection, ignoring the growing snout-


How is it till the tiny seeds begin to sprout?
Sprouted seeds, covered in doubt.


Ignoring the reflection in the mirror, you dance on by, as the shadows deepen.
Pinocchio's snout a tiny button in comparison, how your lies shine so bright, yet mirrors cheapen.


You believe yourself to be in the right?
Yet, how it is your candle is revealed but as darkness, sorrows of never ending blight…


How soon, will come, the Harvest?
How soon, how soon, the waves will crest.


You stumble and fall.
Believing you alone have heard that final call.


A hindrance, a guile it is your desire.
Yet, still the mirror catches your every turn, see's your depths, knows your never ending ire…


My friend it is best the mirror were broken, the past were buried, tear cast away.
The oceans deep, the stars are far, yet it is your hearts deceit that burns many a rocky bridge…


Listen closely; listen well, for the time will come when the tides will turn.
Sunsets, sunrise's the earth spins, the lilies never toil, volcanoes spew molten lava, ashes fill yet another urn.


Time lingers; time goes on, tears fill the seas,
Will your harvest be of love or will it be of fleas…


Surely you of all people must know this simple unrefined truth, as many times it's been said.
The truth is what you plant, it will grow, what grows will be your Harvest; it is in your very own bed.


It is you who must forever lie within the bed you've made.
So be sure my friend you've checked the depths, for division it is no place to wade…


Walking in, stepping out, close the door shut it fast.
Turn and look at the darkened mirror as it is forever watching your every move, a stone it was cast.


A shattered mirror, a broken glass…how is it you thought a seed of discord would but pass.
Time lingers, walking steadily, whisper's fall as lightening from the sky, words are contained in the broken flask.


Shattered shards, sparkle like diamonds.
Words thrown about dance across the flames of Hell, as lies spin round, and round many times the length of the pond…

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Seeds of Strife
(10/24/2011
Sowing discontent, it will circle around coming back to you.)

The Justified Wall (a poem from 2011)

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The Justified Wall


Sometimes life conspires to keep individuals from doing, from going

Circumstances clip the individual wing




Misunderstandings, become mountains, valley's become un-crossable canyon's.

Expectation of response lends to silence, silence created by deep, gushing wound's.



Cutting words spewed towards another, intended surely to ever divide.

Forgetting that circumstances surely do create barriers very wide



Flaming word's, method's and cruelty beyond comprehension, surely scorches the last bridge.

Heaping flaming words, rushing like a fast moving river soon devour the last standing ridge.



Words spurned because of inward self-hate leave prints of coal on another's heart.

Diamonds though these prints become, as with finality another forever departs-



Remembered no more are the words spoken, the deeds done, as the soul that bled has died.

Wishing to forget, yet knowing never will be undone the cruelest lie.



Knowing always, the truth ever will stand, though not easily seen in a world concealed by night

Yearning perhaps to offer a defense yet knowing there is no reason, as one day there will be light.



Colourful metaphors describe the contours of the heart, the windows of the soul, yet contain.

Contain and hide the cruelest most hurtful pain.




Broken relationships, estranged families, bridge's burnt all because of a truly cruel heart.

Looking once, looking twice, seeing, all is the same, turn away, for surely it's time to depart.



Every side believing no fault, every side believing a lie, each one feeling justified.

Doors shut, window's bolted and barred, many days, many years will pass, and some will have died.





Remembering not why, all walk away, each too proud to say they repent of some long forgotten deed.

Memories flicker in the night, soon plied from the mind, as in walks the justification weed.




Justified pride, arrogance and ignorance too, seeing only the outside.

How soon an enemy is made even as another takes a final downward slide.



A golden mirror neglected as in pride, another looks on seeing nothing but flickering flames.

Flickering flames dance as gold, as death prods nearer every day, glass sparkles and shines as diamonds; life, is it but one of many games?


Looking on you see crevices of gold, basket's of diamond's, shelves of wealth.

Hostile and cruel words betray your inner heart, as you look on the outside never crossing the hearth.




Seeking a reason to condemning every perceived flaw, listening only to the adverse believing a cruel and unbecoming lie.

Assuming it is but one culture the golden mirror is neglected as hidden teardrops dry.




Well-springs of water once gushed freely, today are sealed as pride has sealed the refreshing memories, and sealed away till judgment day, the cruelty that became the looming justified wall.

Standing in pride, hands on the hips, laughing in glee, never is heard the last pleading call.

What was it, what was it my friend that caused this great divide?

Who is responsible, who enlarged this divide, which engulfs the Grand Canyon, it is so very wide?


Walking away, I've looked back a time or two, watching that last bridge burn, burn so slow, yet so fast.

Looking back once more, I see, at last the burnt bridge, the memories are all past.



Forward surely we must each go; looking back there is no remedy.

Spewing words of cruelty, finally the golden mirror reveals, it's truly me-



It is me, and only me, who must be at fault, so 'tis best I leave.

Setting sail soon for another land, there will be none to grieve.



For my dear, surely ties that were, were never strong enough to hold.

Blood and money have no hold, when hate indwells the heart who wishes, but gold.



If money there were of a certainty friends and family would never flee.

Death, confinement, wages, limited ability, all work together to set free.



Bridges may burn, relationships may be swept away as a fast flowing river, to the debts of the sea, but nothing reveals so much as those who falsely blame.

Nothing so reveals true character as those who light the final match setting the final flame.




You see while others may come and go, you always want to believe some will stay.

Realty though is what teaches us to pray.


Relationships sour, false accusations consume, looking through coloured glass a perception is achieved, glazing through the flames we forget the heat, we forget every fire consumes.

Empathy wanes; or perhaps never known, compassion long past, we hold our head high in pride, each believing another's circumstances to be their resume.



How we forget to look into the "Golden Mirror" and see reflected back at us "The Solitary Golden Rule?"

My dear friend, my dearest friend perhaps the greatest gift is forgetting, guilt my dearest lingers longest with those who have been cruel.



Cruelty, hatred, abandonment, false accusations, swelling pride, walks with all who build the "justified wall".

Listen close, for this my dear it is for you, before you stands your very own wall.



Your wall it's been built so high, each stone placed so carefully, and polished to a brilliant shine.

Your wall sparkles and shines, it looks so dainty so very fine.



Trenches you've dug, dug them deep, perhaps the salty water is fallen tears.

Polished stones, line your justification wall, salty tears fill your trenches, looking down from your high tower what do you cheer?



Happiness is it contained behind your sparkling shiny wall of stone.

Perhaps the sparkle, is merely the reflection of the flames dancing over the trenches, as you sit alone.



Walls of justification, bridges burned, branches cut off, it's all the same.

If you wish I'll give you its name, the name of shame.



Pride, that is all, pride and self-righteousness run together, like birds of a feather.

Relationships ended, perhaps forever, and now it is known it wasn't just the weather.



It was a matter of willful pride.

Justification, that's the name of the wall that was built, cruel words beyond comprehension, was the master guide.









(The Justified Wall

9/25/2011

About shutting out those who were once close, family or friends. About walking away, severing relationships.)