PRIMEVERA.....

Primevera

 

Surrounded by blooming Spring flowers

Emerald blades of grass dance

much like delicate wind blown feathers

they cast little shadows on my hand

 

The tempered seasonal breath

and soft rain that gently falls

wash the mud from winters mess

as new life eagerly answers the call

 

The quest for natures journey to resume

beneath sunshine bright lasting longer

that easily chase away the frosted gloom

and changes crystals white into running water

 

Windswept fields emerge from their sleep

as colors evolve from day to day

the land gives up its shield

and trees relinquish their dormant way

 

Meadow blossoms paint nature well

as butterfly wings disturb calm air

floating above green carpet beds

and all life seems to cheer

 

as the return of Spring new

heals the ravages of winter storms

with its soft morning dew

and gentle winds under sunshine warm

 



THE GAME....

The Game

 

There's something about the game

something that grabs the guts and squeezes firmly

It seizes the attention in ways insane

and pleasures participants during its stay

 

Raw motion is consumed blissfully

as cold air streams through the helmet

Blades cutting the ice resound loudly

and speed becomes a sensory moment

 

A moment embedded in the passing present

every split second a vibrant notion

wrapped in labored breath causing torment

joined by the pounding heart assisting the action

 

Drops of sweat sting the eyes

as blood courses through arteries

The game roars on, pucks fly

and players move swiftly on resurfaced ivory

 

Time slows into a near static tableau

as neural pathways process seconds elapsed

Computational analysis as microseconds flow

is too slow for a game this fast

 

Time dilation now becomes reality

as fractions of seconds seem longer

perception shifts into overdrive clarity

focusing the minds' cerebral fire

 

That's the awesome beauty of the Game

The experiencing of chaotic complexity

where everything is never the same

Truly, there's something in everything about Hockey

 

 

 

WINTERENDS....

Winterends

 

Everyone is welcome to attend

As this wretched winter finally ends

A warm gathering for all dear friends

To good riddance that season send

 

We all tasted winters frozen offerings

that chilled our bones and other things

and surely now, there's no pity

in separating from such bad company

 

Goodbye frosted flakes in flight of snow

along with piercing winds' hard blow

that caused split fingertips to bleed

and mark pillow cases during sleep

 

So, waste my fireplace logs no more

as Springtime warmth is in store

I say, to Hell with you Winter

May all your ice and snow turn to water

WinterBIBI...2015

WinterBIBI...2015

 

With words hurled and lacking in graces

he cautions of nuclear horrors and bloody faces

with his time of tribulations in years approaching

he urges rejections of controls emanating

 

and subjects Americas essence to the Jewish state

enduring alone in the land of hate

His rhetorical doom professed

brings torment to noble hearts at best

 

while he stabs the collective conscience assembled

he shines in darkness and in the coldness trembles

he seeks prosperity in the very words

that haunts the dreams of Israel silently heard

 

Recalled in graphic visions traced

back to an existence that cannot be effaced

History takes us back in time

flashing memories of those left behind

 

where humanity was blind to Jewish extermination

Now, we must take note of Israel's unique situation

Winter Manic Verses.....

Winter Manic Verses

 

Winter rendered as a snowy frozen world

strangles our breath with monstrous efficiency

Its winds scream on snow drifts stirred

and emerge as the artist of natural mastery
 

Our minds eye in solitary gaze

obsesses on grey shifting shadows

and mark the travails of winters slave

busy shaping fields momentarily fallow
 

We saunter on ivory covered ground

leaving confirmation of our passing

as footprints crunch with sharp sound

temporary marks to be erased by winds flowing
 

and through the raging joy of lived moments

we slowly disappear like vanishing beauty

that declines daily in useless torment

mercilessly pealing in a mournful melody
 

Surely, we desire more of life

in those times cold and bitter

Perhaps, to erase hurtful memories in our twilight

and melt forever Winters glacial desires