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Winter's Way Snow swirls and settles softly, down. Frozen ponds and pine trees are painted white. Winter wind whirls, swirls and twirls in circles, up and down, in and out. Drifting snow piles high here and there. Snow birds flitter, flutter and forage,  then, hurry to their roosts to nestle. Bright moon shines and the ice reflects it's beams between snowflakes and flurries. December's icy blanket covers field and hills. Blustery nights turn into biting cold days. Frosted roads crunch beneath sleighs led by huffing, puffing mares.  Mufflers, mittens or gloves cover frigid hands. Earmuffs, overcoats, and scarves stave off shivers. Snowbound sledders find space  to steer down slippery slopes. Firewood crackles in the fireplace. Snuggled beneath fleece throws, we counter polar storms and ice-kissed frigid gales. Jack Frost's season overwhelms  and overblows with solstice ice-flowers. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long

What makes a man? What makes a man? Is it random stuff or does it take a plan? Da Vinci's Man What makes a man? Is it toads and boys? Is it trees and toys? Is it impish ways and foolish ploys? What makes a man? Is it sweat and bone? Is it grit and stone? Is it being able to stand alone? What makes a man? Is it heart and hands? Is it testosterone and glands? Is it being able to tame wild lands? What makes a man? Is it strength and power? Is it metal and bower? Is it being able to take a tower? What makes a man? Is it love and heart? Is it wit and smarts? Is it taking up a weak one's part? Michelangelo's Man What makes a man? Is it random stuff or is there a master plan? © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image From : Leonardo da Vinci [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons Image From:  Michelangelo Buonarroti [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Tempest Windswept Days These are windswept weary days of life, torn by stifled, splintered strife, often between a man and wife. These days full of chaos swirl, tossed and turned to twist and twirl, often suspend them in a whirl. These days remembered, moment's pain, lodge themselves in depth of brain, often powered hurts remain. These days of aching tempests pound, push these woeful thoughts aground, often only these are found. These melancholic images dance, forgotten pictures of romance, often lose their second chance. These days and more crush, pull, unwanted feelings, lover's fool, often only heart's frozen pool. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by: Ivan Aivazovsky [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Winter's white  Happy Birthday! Winter's white on display, flakes and flurries at play, give us a snowman today. Delighted children's glee, snow-day means school-free, boots and gloves worn hurriedly. Sleds and snowballs, blessed snowfalls, Jack Frost's fun calls. Voila! Frosty appears, amid "Happy Birthday!" cheers snow rolled up by little dears. Dreams of "White Christmas", hope the snow won't miss us. 25th's snow don't dare diss us. When snow fun disappears, hot chocolate for us appears, frozen fingers, frozen ears. Winter fun can be found, when there's snow around, frozen kid's prints on the ground. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ⛄⛄⛄ Snowman Image by:  mnisbett

We gather We gather round glowing fire, Kindred spirits, friends conspire. We find a place at this hour, Hope and love and super power. We gather in this sacred place, Arm and arm, heart embrace. We find depth within this space, Strength and peace and super grace. We gather in this passing time Mind to mind, perfect rhyme, We find soul rest, spirits climb, Faith and comfort and life sublime. We gather in a hidden sphere, Elided egos, union clear. We find joy’s eternal cheer, Orbs and knots and super dear. We merge at this precious hour, Hearts encircled, melded here. We find friends at this loving time, Life and feeling and super share.  © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  Photo:  By Steve Ball CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

The crimes The crimes you commit, follow you to the day you die. Crimes of love. Crimes of the heart. Hearts you have broken. Hearts you have neglected, rejected, infected, deflected, dissected. Torn, ragged, jagged, depleted, shattered, scattered, scarred hearts. Hearts bleeding, receding. Lies told. Promises unkept. Vows forgotten. Tears unwept. Vowels and consonants gather.  Words like honey, now turn acrid, Bitter and sour, as they pass the lips. Hearts seared by verbs and nouns. Splintered by shards of verbal sounds. Love turned away, spurned, burned, returned. A barren heart naked and bared. Love unleft and uncared. Love lost, lonely, lonesome, alone. Love unwanted, unsought, unshown. Love shrunken, unknown. Heart frozen, iced and silenced. The crimes you commit, follow you from the day you love. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  If you enjoyed this poem, please find more  here.

Kiss Strolling along the beach one day, I spied a young man and young woman sitting in the sand. I overheard the following conversation. “I wanted to kiss you in the library,” he said. “Why didn't you?” she asked. “Well, because we were in the library,” he replied. “There’s only one rule in the library,” she said. “What is that?” he asked. “No talking,” she said. “What is the rule on the beach?" he asked. “No talking!” she said. Then...they kissed. On one of his G+ posts, + Nathan Michaels posed the following questions: I wonder if there something special about a kiss?  What feelings and emotions do people feel when they kiss?  Is there any kind of sensation that they feel when they do it?  Many thanks to +Nathan Michaels !  I wrote this in response: Kiss Lips, pressed against another’s, tingles; begins on the lips. Sensations spread, everywhere, across the body, in amazing places. Nerve en

One She sat silently studying the crackling fire. She inhaled his blanket and fondled his giant beverage mug, empty. Her eyes burrowed into the burning logs, searching for him. His face flickered in the flames. She wept. After a few moments, she sobbed and wiped her nose with a Kleenex she had buried in her fist. She hummed a song they sang together in front of this fireplace. His soft tenor voice echoed in her memory, his sun-hewn hand wrapped tight around hers. As the embers glowed low now, the warmth drained from the room.  Flickering Flames She nestled tighter into the corner of the sofa hoping to find some hidden heat to stave off the shivers that shook her now. She closed her eyes and kissed his soft strong lips which turned her to jelly each time they embraced. She wept. The grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve times. Her heart swelled and broke over and over, in throbbing waves, recalling his presence. She wrapped the blanket tight around her small, lithe

She She smiled and sent stars my way. I floated high on clouds all day. I drifted past the Milky Way! I hope I see her everyday. She blew a kiss in my direction. I caught it quick; her sweet affection. Every mirror shows her reflection. Her two lips are my resurrection She brushed against my arm. Electric! Her touch has made me magnetic. My orbit now is she-concentric. Around her now I act eccentric. She spoke my name out loud! Now my heart feels so proud. She picked me from the passing crowd. I wander in a daze; I'm wowed. She sent a poem in a letter. Now I know I shan't forget her. I never can feel any better. I am now, you see, her love debtor. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  If you enjoyed this poem, please find more  here.

My heart, feels  My heart, feels naught tonight. No feeling felt, no hope or light. My heart's numb, no wrong or right. No pain or pleasure, no black, no white. My heart, feels no thing today, No colors seen, only grey. My heart's frozen, icy flay. No joy or gladness, painful splay. My heart, feels none, any of you, No emotions shared, not one clue. My heart's shut, tight with glue. No smiles or kisses, aching blue. My heart, feels, lost and alone. No tender touch, touch unknown. My heart's cry, silent groan. No hugs or holding, no hand's zone. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

Santa Sat  Santa sat in calm reflection, his heart was set in one direction, Christmas day is near. Santa Checks His List His opened list, he checked it twice Who was naughty, who was nice, Christmas day is near. Soft white beard, stroked in thought, Making sure no one's forgot. Christmas day is near. Santa's head chock full of names, Who gets dolls and who gets games. Christmas day is near. Santa's workshop in a flurry, Santa pushed the elves to hurry. Christmas day is near. The North Pole filled with jolly hustle, Santa laughs at frantic bustle. Christmas day is near. Santa's Workshop Mrs. Claus feeds and stuffs her man, To make him jolly as she can. Christmas day is near. Toys for Tommy, toys for Jane, No one forgotten, it is plain. Christmas day is near. Mrs. Claus loves to sing, Fa-la-la's when bells do ring. Christmas day is near. Santa’s elves outdo themselves, Stacking toys upon the shelves.

 thinking of you When the shining sun splits the morning sky, I will have lain awake watching the moon on its transcendent journey through the stars, thinking of you. My thoughts, like dreams, swirl 'round the days and nights we spent in splendid joy. The joys and ways we laughed and danced in the sun and moonshine replay in my mind. When the sun fills the sky and the morning dew has melted, I will have lain awake watching the clouds display themes of loving you. With glee and mirth we wandered to and from on earth. Our hearts entwined and joined around the tasks we undertook for life. Minds immersed and immense thoughts we thought together. Plans and purposes placed in time to complete as one. The minuets and waltzes that guided our feet to the tune of today's tomorrows set our path. Our smiles and jests joked in silent laughing fill my memory. When the sun beats high and warms the glorious globe we inhabit, I will have lain watching each ray

Your Love Your love surrounds me like the morning mist, adheres to me, saturates me, inundates my every pore. The sweet breath of your love infiltrates my being, fills my lungs full as I inhale. Your alluring scent refreshes my spirit, revives my lagging being. I’m intoxicated by the fragrance of your love, completely overtaken, overwhelmed, shaken. The fragrant haze of your love hovers over my heart. The morning breeze of your love cools my heart from the heat of the day. Wisps of your love swirl and entangle me with strands of your love. The wind of your love settles the tempests of life. I’m calmed by a gust of love from your heart. The currents of your love waft toward me and inveigle my heart. My lips sip the nectar of your love, my tongue luxuriates in the delicious flavors of love. The bouquet of your love, like the sweetest wine, fills my head with powerful visions. I drink from the fountain of your love. I am sated.  I imbibe droplets of liquid, as potent as t

A Bite of Your Love A Bite of Your love I took a bite of your love today. Your love was juicy and sweet. A hint of bitterness was there, too. I took a bite of your love today. Cinnamon and honey filled my mouth. A hint of sadness was there, too. I took a bite of your love today. Your love was full of life and fire. A hint of excitement was there, too. I took a bite of your love today. Raspberry rippled across my tongue. A hint of gladness was there, too. I took a bite of your love today. Your love was happy and bold. A hint of fear was there, too. I took a bite of your love today. Your love overpowered me. A hint of glory was there, too. I fed from the fullness of your love today, I became intoxicated and fell in love today. A hint of eternity is there, too. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  If you enjoyed this poem please read more at  Hubpages

About Writing Poetry These are the fellow writers and poets with whom I have discussed poetry in the past several months. I recommend reading their blogs or follow their posts for interesting content.   +Adrianna Joleigh   +Glendon Perkins   +Cherie Ambrose   +Steven Malone   +Sandi Brower   +Kay Leez   +Justin Michael Schmidt   +Jose Cervantes   +Aura Burrows   +Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin     (If I have neglected to mention your name, please forgive me and let me know and I will correct the error!) I thought I'd share some of the advice I have shared or thoughts I have recorded concerning how I write my poems or what poetry writing is to me. In no way do I feel that I'm an expert, but I thought I'd share these with you all. Some of these points are from exchanges I've had with some of you about writing poems; you may recognize the comments. I found several poems from long ago and reworked them. That's how I got back into writing poems. I

Stella Pulls Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. The same way she inhales them, draws the life from them, and sucks the air out of them. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She lures them in with her husky voice, the way she moves and the way she seems to be almost spilling out of her clothes. Her long, silky blond hair hangs in waves about her shoulders and men get dizzy in the ebb and flow of the locks while she walks through a room. They end up in a stupor and unable to talk. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She seems to hypnotize them with her soft, beautiful blue eyes. They stare, mesmerized, unable to break eye contact once they gaze deep into them. Their eyes glaze over as if in a trance. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She intoxicates them with her fragrance. She smells like honeysuck

Words are doorways Words are doorways, ways to escape. Past, present,  and future await. Words are portals,  to ancient,  long dead places, or future, mysterious alien races. Words are windows,  to open minds, unshuttered hearts  unreached parts. Words are portholes, to oceans wide, shores to sail, waves to ride. Words are planes, for boundless souls, for soaring spirits, where heaven rules. Words are passages, to travel abroad, trains, planes, cars or rocket-ships to the stars. Words are stairways, to unscaled heights, sunlit days, glittering nights. Words are mazes, where one gets lost, why answers sought, where answers thought. A world without books, is a loss of ages, loss of sages, like burning libraries, like Alexandria, a multi-verse of worlds to never visit. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  If you enjoyed this poem, you can find more   here.

am i not the you you knew? where is yesterday's friend,   the one that vowed to love, to the very end? where is yesterday's love,   the one that vowed eternal love? is today's friend destined to travel the same path, too? is today's friend tomorrow's used to be, too? why do friendships come and go?   am i the bad guy you used to know? you took a part of this broken heart,   a thousand pieces strewn about. the time we spent, the days we shared,   it surely seemed you cared. a person here, a person there,   now you're gone to who knows where. once i tried to name you all,   left me sad, beneath a funerary pall.   once i tried to forget you all,   you visit me in my dreams and all. you visit me there, but never here,   at times i wake and i'm in tears. when i wake it hits me that   forgotten times have turned to crimes. i knew you once you knew me too,   now you're gone and you're not you. am i not the you y

Vashti Quiroz-Vega  nominated me for this award sometime ago. I humbly accept her nomination! Vashti is a thoroughly engaging blogger and a kind person. She has a novel that you can find here:  The Basement The rules for accepting the Liebster Blog Award: 1- List eleven random facts about yourself. 2- Nominate eleven other bloggers. 3- Notify these bloggers. 4- Ask eleven questions that the bloggers must answer upon accepting the award. 5- Answer the eleven questions that you were asked when you were nominated. 6- Link back to the person who nominated you. Eleven Random Facts About Me: 1. I make superb omelettes. 2. I mainly use the Pour Over Method to make coffe. 3. I love snow. 4. I hate the cold. 5. I love to swim. 6. I hate water (just kidding). 7. I like to drive. 8. I hate traffic. 9. I was included in:  Who's Who Among Students in American Colleges and Universities. 10. I love the Philippines. 11. I often dream I can fly. QUESTIONS F