Poem for the Season Winter Arrives1) Waking up to grey cloudy morn, drain & dire
Whinny droplets patter in random, thoughts fleet & flute
Plodding to the kitchen, where set unto the fire,
Hermitage of this chanced kingdom, I set afoot
2) Settling for the TV, consumed with news disconsolate
Ho! Hum, this November morning insular pray
Papers bade with more of what’s gone & fore
Reaching for the key board, t’is more & more
3) Change & chance cast aside, where arth thus forsight whinny
The voice tinny, tiresome oft and future to my ears bade
What were I too the upended city in sodded, grime, in its forsooth sway
But then caution caution, some germane words do arrive & some have never go away
4) I settle onto the couch, rays awade, bits & bytes digest, in a slouchy poise
Aghast, startle, wow, whoo, what, I have been there before in an angst pray
Does it all matter where for a thought, Essence of the kitchen meld, tea & toast in a bite divvy
Blimey! neighbors at play were we to tally & boast, the news about fades away
5) Gazing across those putative lines, at the station a bus mulling run
People on the go, whereon life’s moot, in their daily earn
Looking out of their congruent window panes on display, a question put forth to the inner soul
In silence it too watches, as I watch panaches Gordium visages yearning abound
6) But then that fleet footed fear of the dry run in all of us
Caught in twilight of the word having gone away, never to arrive
I shall wait in patience of what was spoken amongst just afore, if it veer this way
Voltage of the bygone verse, sucked into the daily news amaze
8) Year of the Ox for t’was, drawing close. Green, colour of the vale iffen prose.
Why bother ‘ver?, on my rooftop, flakes of white blanket in a shimmer flite
Be still ye!
Across the wall my neighbor to his rising sun arose
The eye wander stilt, the snow capped peaks is what my gaze incurs
Be still ye! Thirty feet of snow on my rooftop debond!
9) And If I were to rest in peace, six feet under, awn
Dawn wings the marauder dreams, again before winter spawn
Augustus or Nigelius, those that shall come this yule & I
Six feet under, over ‘ere rebut, not yet, not yet, the verdun’s onslaught, but in time by & by
10) Drifting to a world of make believe added fairies, elves, woodchucks to the mind’s whorls
Embellished them in a mist of hewn caves, mauve and stope, in which winged dragon sleeps
And deep in the DeVinny forest lived the crimson lady of her turbid lake
Withheld what the gaze next foretold, in the divining of the ermine strut
11) And thus gave to that kingdom of an unknown liege
Myths & fantasies of this human self, and across the Dorian node untold
For if it were friday the thirteenth or the autumnal Halloween, eerie it not that Grimm
Heh just eder spin, this corroborating fantasy unfold
12) Make haste Make haste unto these watchful steps aught the oste break faults or two
Rolling down valley of arcade dreams, glaze of the fading sun aflew
Titters of the osmine flight, faded as they drew astern
Dark peaks too seem to dwaddle, in the salient sleep they knew
And across the vale in twilight’s heft they went to sleep till dawn
13) And thus in that silence of frightful privet, haunt of the endless rive
An overcoat drawn well across, at the tavern door if I retrieve
The glow of well being ooer were to break into a jiggley song
Let the werewolves of the mist, or the coven of wolverine apprise
14) Bait of spirited joust, ill lit by the street lamps hedgehog & the copesthetic louse
Shuffle past nettled hedge, where the rodent swoops to rustle & hoots the vintner house owl
Will the warmth that drew them near, hibernate with what was gathered anon
Rim of the winter’s cold draws near, tightening grip on the summer’s glom
15) This armine morning repeats as if past in a warp re-incarnate
Subtle changes do crop up, hawker of fruits on his Friday rounds
It give another perspective to refractory of thoughts that flit
It’s sunnier across and drawn away across latitude, trajectories ethereal dismissed
16) I but then walk this earth for just a moment in time well distilled.
Let me cheer up, humor, creativity & in myself find….
The hermit chanting upon that ephemeral thread of humour be in kind
In antics of the forbidden, jells daily news or peruse penchant for a surge of dopamine
17) Synapses of the laden, why burden for that fleeting clarity aground
Surrounding oneself in the mad hatter philosophies profound
Alice’s enchanted kingdom, in graven logic curried to the parried self
Ho! Ho! Ho! Found something to do drives that inner ululating pelf.
At last At last I say at last, let the festivity come!
18) Thus gloom gloom swept away, Santa woke up to the white bearded vaults Ho! Ho Ho!
Seasonal gifts must be impressed, in farther lands Theo’ tempered fires stoke
Fir an Juniper stripped, their soft needles in the gloam hollows out Farmer West
And in the dark forest, bunny the poggy rabbit, digs well to rest
19) Coddling Teddy bereft of honey too burrows deep in snow, lathered in what was mulch & fat
Eerie months shall pass, coddling Teddy’s dreams of salmon spawns & vergent caravans pass
In those hoary days, three Aaron kings looked to the fleeting fall
‘Ere on the flail horizon, trajectories of heaven where withal
20) Something amiss One bearded one, watcher of heaven to himself said
Three in tow, signs to the future, a premise foretold
So set out, where the verdant caravans swayed, to those tinny drums heavens played
News of all that may come to pass, sapient miracle behold
21) Quantumata of an infinity, in connected world scour meta-physical balm
Tapestry of a format that provides enticed space
Needing not be conjoined with umbilical cord of typeset print
The poet never had it ever so good over pen & ink forbodings replayed
It was all that hoary, all that of a King gather unto us
22) Hacking from Webster’s tome, a ecumimical cluster never found
Meshing an enclitic hierarchy of precedence well meant
Vale to rim in sentences vibrant in time, that feeding a need one express
A journey to nature cold bosom will rhyme & theme of his grace embrace
23) In pursuit of dwelling night, twilight of this sunset creeps
In the labyrinth of the winter’s spectrum erring sunlight twitched
Shadows of a libertines the city’s eden, grace summon naught
Segregating those tired affirm and those attired corpulent neons bewitch
24) Smoldering fusion away and away the orb’s duty again yet to be done too set about
Throes from a well fought death, in a manacled snail’s space don
To twinkling of an anointed where enthused from the warmth of summer trolled
They in the cadence of phantasmagoria their rhythms controlled
25) One day we too shall cry for ourselves, as aged in longevity erring watch
In Canaan’s promise long stilted Luuth’s lyre born ”twas said
If hearth fires or the web of the Kindle chaste embers cower
Fahrenheits adjusted to the aged comfort, and humming generators lumber on
26) Cashmere flocculating shawls or winters clothes of milder mend
Stored Woollies off the cupboard, imbibed with their past trends
A visit to the city center or reach for piked keys and opening of welcoming doors
Abate forthwith or away to coffee house & nuggets germinating of actionable words stillborn
27) Thus in the city, such houses of repute & plod, erudite Voltaire held satire
And vacillating Shakespeare pondered over a Byzantinian pyre
Shackled Joan too dreamed of verses that led her to stake
Har! Har! The inner one chants, to the one enchanted shall slake
28) Balsam swiveled round to the eastern mount as flakes may mire
Hohoho! That harried ass had hurriedly tilled the coniferous tilde
For eponymous sake, arch rival to the armigerous willed
Balsam hurried to the inn door & onto his heather an epode strode
29) Figs & honey, leaven bread, cheese & cherries gathered of aul
Winter sets in the vintners zest, full blooded musk oh ay bawl
Yet ye of that an fiery have of summer dell, and from deep waters made
Seasons may come, seasons may go innit, that ass in its wizened rake
30) In the deepest recess of southern lands, heard a mighteous roar
The guilde of erogenous lions had gone to nodding shade.
A meek bandy of the veneer across the burning weld
So set out wooded, inlaid in iron, ships
of silver lakes
31) It was a story long told, In Yuletide to meliorable ears held rapt
Penchant of a green forest!, hearing offa the randy boar’s charge
Into the talan of Snow White, seven Elves barged and belched
In a manger, would wake to heaven’s epochal oud at last
King unto others, minstrel of forgotten shall shroud
In the campfire the ergot ridden fey etched away that dark night
32) Thus epochal dawn had arrived, making way for noon’s zenith sprite
Rested at the inn those three kings of a Babylonian plight
Herein & now, to waiting of venerable news of the braw
Ritschlian to a people reive, a giving was overtly wrought
33) Saturday spells & charms, of myriad hues, think home’s the best
At the wall tunneled, cut glass & stones, will smite at the merrying pest
Rats, It’s those rats tunneling deep, warmth of soil eld, said
On the sill a lizard too done deed, towards the meading couch’s head
34) Perhaps a sniffle, t’was last night party & spiced food curried, huii.
“Neighbor done well” t’was my fault with the gusto I took to diee
Rats! The inner one objecting to stale muse of thought imprecise
Unveiling vision of glory so soon settled to enjoy, if ever again
35) The Chairman in his most famous speech once endowed
Rhymes & reason, seasons change. Predictions foreseen come to fault.
The chairman advice induced, inner one chameleon of the rainbows elbowed
Who cares, to town’s pride, in neons light! But then the couch avowed
36) So back unto the couch, here I was all pruned & primed
Lazy wisdom cast a past that was here, & left the cast entire
Having broken often the mold of the inner & in regret of all that went
A dinner of a pizza baked & a coke will suffice sire oh sire?
37) Let the bartender remnant of youth, reminiscent at the pate I hope
Remission to my old willowy self I may well be without
But today may not be the connectual day, where I may or may not shake my leg or two
This weekend’s sole company in front of TV & dwine a cup O’ tea shall do
38) Legates of that chanced kingdom unto myself recall
Hermitage of arboreal, in past Saturdays nights to his ownself regale
Now it’s better to watch the world twirling on it’s maddening hop a loop
And know, when all is gone and fecund memories to if Jimmy Bobbed
39) Early morn, in ruptured dawn rebuke, in the swirl of bitten ozone recoup
Expunging brio’s measurement an extant of self, youth’s ever widening gulf
Let the buddy mates eat cake, my aria for thus I in my demeanor upright
Thus pouncing on that lively rebate long sojourned, a dispute interned
40) Golly, Will Pliny’s druids an ergodic portion contrive
Where the rush of the subject hush, this old self reprieve
Yet on this sunday the effervescent din where to invite
In an alternate, Insouciance to the hem, shall woo
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