POEMS BY MEMBERS
WINTER
LOVE
Hallmark Breakup Series
Steven Penticuff
Your love’s frozen cold
like the stories untold
on the lips of a long-lost
explorer at death
when passion for thrill
meets the desolate chill
of a fast-coming blizzard
that lingers too long.
And your love’s glowing warm
like a New England storm
with its deep snow and ice
rising high in the night
when the power lines snap
and each road’s a death-trap
for the brave or the
hopelessly stupid.
MEMORIES OF WINTER
Patsy Colter
Blistery winds howl
around cozy homes;
Family snuggled close around pungent wood fires;
Play board games, laugh by dim coal oil light;
Cat prowls silently in darkened corners,
while Rover sleeps on with a contented sigh.
Comrades in proximity against cold winter night;
Wood stacked neatly by fireplace side,
Nourishment provided by nurturing Mom
Profuse spices of cinnamon and nutmeg,
Leave Heavenly scents deep in our brains,
To remember winter as favorite time of the year.
ODE TO
AN OLD OUTHOUSE
Diane
Auser Stefan
No worn down dirt path,
no frivolous flower-edged walk
beat their way to your door.
No evidence of past
importance or popularity.
Amid tangled overgrowth
your door stands
open, welcoming, inviting,
yet ignored.
It won’t take long,
perhaps a year or two
before the overgrowth
grows over
blending, hiding, burying you,
until you are a forgotten
memory
a victim done in
by that scatological foe
. . . indoor plumbing.
DAYBREAK Gwen
Eisenmann
Rain whispers me
awake. A mourning dove
toots its mellow flute as morning sings
of things too tender to endure the love
of sun and heat in high July. The wings
I hear that sweep the eaves will cover nests
to shelter nestlings new to sun and rain;
and I will tender, too, my love who rests
and dreams the sibilant sound of rain's refrain.
Before I leave this mystic hour of dawn,
before the mists disperses into light,
before I hear the day astir upon
the silence of the house, before the bright
of new-washed sun turns everything to gold,
imprinted in this hour of joy I hold.
PAPYRUS BROWN
Harding Stedler
The dark sounds of
geese
are meant to turn the Earth
and roll morning from its sleep.
As my thoughts waft in and out
of caffeine, I listen for the call
that summons shafts of sun
to paint leaves a winter brown.
Geese revel in the birthing
of each new day, their mirror
reflecting passing clouds
and clear blue skies.
As morning sheds its cloak of
black,
the cadence of my heart picks
up.
I am carried aloft on bird wings
as the artist's day unfolds.
DAYS INTO
YEARS Velvet Fackeldey
An etheree
A
happy
new year is
not guaranteed
despite the number
of times friends greet you so.
The new year's day is just one
of many days strung together
and it's no different than the
rest
unless you choose to start
your life anew.
WORTHY OF PRAISE Jean Even
You are a holy God.
Hallowed is Your name.
It’s a blessing in divine glory
And so worthy of our praise.
Let the angels blow their
trumpets
And the saints sing out in song,
“Holy is the Lord Our God
Who is worthy to be praised.”
You are a holy God
Hallowed is Your name.
It’s a blessing in divine glory
And so worthy of our praise.
Let the angels blow their
trumpets
And the saints sing out in song,
“Holy is the Lord Our God
Who is worthy to be praised.”
IN NEED OF AN EPIPHANY Pat
Durmon
You know, you think it’s
nothing
at first. A few white hairs in the brows.
You can no longer manage to
deliver
the turkey and dressing serving-hot to the table
all at the same time. It is just beyond you.
You want a short deep sleep
almost every afternoon. Without it,
you’re convinced you could go deaf
and blind.
You look around—
how hollow, how strange the world.
And weary you now have become
of idle talk.
You stand on the porch and
watch the water
come down from the sky in strings.
You think hard about going in, but outside is
where you’d rather be.
Besides, that’s where you
must abide
to catch a rainbow in bloom after the rain
explains some forgotten epiphany.
And today. . .
well, today, you need one.
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WITCH OF WINTER
Faye Adams
Judges
our tensile strength
As
she furiously reams
Nibbles
away at our armor
Undeterred
by wishes or dreams
Alternately
pushes and pulls
Rends
our world with her blast
Yanks
us apart at the seams
RISKY BUSINESS
Tania Gray
We’re treading on thick
ice, my dog and I:
ice sheets the streets and sidewalks, crusts the snow
so we can walk above the leaves that lie
like glassy dark red wafers glimpsed below.
We meet no cars, we see no passersby.
This white world, dazzling in a bright sun’s glow,
is ours alone. We zigzag brazenly
back home. We have defeated gravity.
HAIKU AND SENRYU FOR THE NEW YEAR
Pat Laster
the same routine
this New Year’s morning:
coffee, newspaper
turning all lights on
this first Tuesday of the year
sudden thunderstorm
the new year ~
25-year-old journal
with ancient haiku
the butterfly
sunning…warming
up wing muscles
my robe and slippers
carrying the fireplace warmth
into the starred night
ten degrees~
cleaning dirty surfaces revealed
by morning’s sun
whine
of the chainsaw
on my favorite oak
the boy and his dog
licking icicles
from the snapped-off tree
patio sunning
January’s breeze
cooling my backside
CEILING STAIN
Nathan Ross
An alien World,
strange to us Earthlings,
a land of cottage cheese
texturized by an illuminating idea,
a bulb of light.
The entire surface appears
mostly dull from outer space,
except for the Wonder of that World,
a deep red stain,
possibly built to attract tourists,
probably a structure erected to protect
from attacking armies.
Nonetheless, the mark appears as a work of beauty
to aliens observing the planet from a distance.
WHO DUNNIT?
Henrietta Romman
God
spelled His love with grace and ease.
The Bible sings it loud and clear.
Great,
glorious acts that never cease:
God spelled His love with grace and ease.
He poured
His waters--there were seas.
He first spoke Light both far and near.
God
spelled His love with grace and ease.
The Bible sings it loud and clear.
THE ORIGIN OF WOMAN:
AS TOLD BY THE OLD RABBI'S WIFE
M. E. Tappmeyer
Well, Adam's
sitting there
with God looking
over His shoulder
and Adam's saying
Cat Yak Sheep Rat
to the four-footed
parade in front.
Till Adam says
Hippopotamus Tallywagibed
and God grimaces
and thinks Adam's in
over his head.
COOPER'S HAWK Laurence Thomas
Our local
cats began to disappear
soon after I first was shocked to hear
that dreadful shriek, which I failed to recognize
as a predatory bird disseminating fear.
He came, where no hawks had flown before,
to haunt my garden, like that bird of yore
whose ominous one-word utterance denies
the promise of immortality evermore.
I know that everybody has to eat.
The hawk, like me, deserves his daily meat.
I wish there could be some compromise
between such victory and such defeat.
HURRY!
Judy Young
The woods have turned into
a festival.
Each branch of every tree,
Each jumbled piece of twisty vine,
Each thorny bramble,
Has thickened
And shines and shimmers.
The field is a silvery display of shining spears,
The wires of fence sparkle in geometric patterns.
Hurry, hurry, grab your
coat!
Bundle up and walk through this crystallized spectacle,
Hear the branches clink together in the breeze,
Listen to the glass break under your foot.
Hurry!
For the rising frigid sun
Which lit this fantasy world
Promises to warm the day,
And take from the world
This moment of frozen light,
Frozen color.
UNWORTHY
David Van Bebber
I run from my misery
fleeing my shame.
I hide from you
when you call my name.
HAWAIIAN LOVEBIRD
Tom Padgett
This little dove with
feverish bright eyes
sings silver songs of aching bird love.
Though just a
featherweight in fight size,
this little dove with feverish bright eyes
a and chest puffed out with all his might tries
to to boast a passion not yet heard of,
this little dove with
feverish bright eyes
in in silver songs of aching bird love.
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