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The Winter Poem

Winter, the longest season of all.

 

Deceptive sunlight.

 

A hint of frost.

 

Snow may fall sooner or later.

 

The evenings continue to draw in early.

 

Dawn is delayed.

 

The winter stillness lingers

 

Raw and deep and icy cold.

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Fall

October's raring to get us high on sugar
with temperature falling

 

In an elevating freight elevator
I overheard a conversation between two adults

 

behind their ragged full grown beard
which could hide their faces

 

but failed to hide their
childish love for colorful things

 

They were discussing if
skittles were even considered candies.

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Mini-Beast of the East

Mini-Beast of the East

By jfarrell

 

Solemnly we announce

That we have conclusive evidence

That the recent cold weather

Is a Russian attack!

 

We have known, for years,

Putin’s research into using

Satellites to manipulate the weather

And…..

 

We have evidence;

Here we present the video….

Putin, barechested and looking so manly,

Standing atop a mountain and blowing the clouds at us

 

Britain demands an explanation!

…or we’ll take away your gym membership!

We call on friends around the world (both of you)

To stand united with us.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you've had the star wars programme, this is the ice wars programme

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The Off Grid Life

the off-grid life.

untied from the shackles of strife,

2017, the modern existence,

getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,

going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,

needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy 
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy

unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,

money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.

often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,

homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,

a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,

one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,

the homeless, the people with nothing,

but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,

once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,

the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,

but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,

who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?

Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,


 

a growing transition for many people too,

it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,

think about it for a moment or two...

who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?

or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,

from a time when they lived without these conditions,

the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs

when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.

hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,

not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.

 

a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,

forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,

scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,

ADHD,  also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues

is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?

than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?

or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,

in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.

 

Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,

all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,

that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,

with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,

the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,

living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,

food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,

enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,

the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,

the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.

off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,

with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,

the power of community, working together, I want to spread,

to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,

 

the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first time sharing my poetry, (after a few friends encouraged me that I should) please be kind and send your thoughts.

Also all words are opinions of myself in the modern world that we live in. 

This is not meant to cause offense, harm, upset to anyone, and if it does please understand that is not my intention.

 

Many thanks,

On Nights, Such as This…

On Nights, Such as This…

By JFarrell

 

On nights, such as this…

 

The rain teems down in sheets

From a deep indigo sky

Laden with thick, heavy, ominous clouds

 

The lightening strikes down as serrated blades

Followed by, at first, a quiet, almost unnoticeable murmur

Which grows in depth and volume to become a deafening rumble

 

The only other sound

is the hypnotic sibilance of the rain

Droning out a tattoo

 

On nights, such as this…

 

Guy Fawkes and his conspirators plotted

ISIS contrive their next act of cowardice

The dark creatures feel stronger

 

Highywaymen held up coaches

Punks with knives rob the weak

And those that thrive in darkness feel braver

 

On nights, like this

Vermin are given more courage

To rob, rape, kill…..  

anything a coward thinks will make him a man

 

Because, the day shows the shameful, pathetic excuse for the man he really is

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

yep, raining here :)

Fall Leafs

 

As they change so do you.

Bright yellow green hue.

Oh how I will miss, you like a stormy night 'full of strength' just like Who.

Once fell a top of Earth's ground.

Splash the colors scatter threw the autumn breeze.

With a fury blown, wind the trees wave there branches again.

The trees know, bare no fruit as the Earth spins around.

Twigs once filled with color now brown noting to a blue yellow back drop.

Your smile is the bark, your Hair, is the trunk your Ears, are the leafs.

So girl riddle me this how is you change so easy.

Did you once seat beside a ("Wizard of growth") and spirituality.

Because, now as I see you, your glowing more by each flow of time.

So did you fill the sky with your delight and prized design.

I now you won Gold.

LIGHTNING, THUNDER AND LOVE

Lightning flashes as boulders of thunder,

Clash at each other like ferocious creatures,

Only a few minutes ago it was sunny and bright,

But now it appears even darker than night.

The wind's velocity is reaping my clothes,

The sound of its whooming fury gropes,

And uproots branches and trees from branches,

Such upheavals are sudden avalanches,

Warning people to never be caught unaware,

And a gigantic sound above tells us "beware",

Nature is beautiful and the scenes eye-catching,

But it can change itself and leave us trembling.

How nice that my beloved is safe at home,

And only I have to brave this storm all alone.

Let her be cosily be tucked by the fireside,

Imagining her will make the thunder subside.

The thunder and fury roaring outside,

And even that which is rumbling inside.

My prettiest beloved will be reading a book,

Worried the least about how outside does look.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed in between work, cups of tea, cigarettes and some warnings about how the calm weather outside is slowly changing. The thoughts about my beloved comfort me and make me battle the storm courageously, for, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!

December 28, 2016. (Wednesday).

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Winter Wind

Folder: 
Creativity

A step outside into the winter wind,

reveals an unpleasant surprise,

as the chill nips at your coat.

 

The sun's glare halts your vision,

as the wind pulls at you,

threatening to attack.

 

You can bask in the winter wind,

and enjoy it's warmth of a sort,

but the question still stands.

 

Was the sun ever really there?

Or was it really just

the winter wind?

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a poem I thought up earlier. Winter is coming!

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Passionate Soul

On a hot sunny day,

Sipping a Starbucks drink;

You have clouded my mind

With thoughts I have yet to consider.

 

On a cold winter night,

Warming up in front of the fireplace,

Your silhouette shines beneath the moon

Wondering how time flies so quick.

 

There are times when we feel lonely,

Emptiness seep through the veins.

A black canvass is all we need

To gain color in our lives.



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