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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 Lon...

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...

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. ...