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March 6, 2014
A Facebook Poetry Collaboration with Tara Stephen and Several Others
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The Most Fun I’ve Had on Facebook in a Very Long Time
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The Longest Poem I Ever Didn’t Write
Peter Rhebergen - A Winter Hiaku
Snow Snow Snow Snow Snow No Snow No Snow No Snow No Go Snow Go Snow Go
Heidi Zwaan S - Love it!
Jane Adema - See spot. See spot run. See spot run on green grass.
Christopher Lee Wiebe - There are flowers blooming all around me. No snow all winter. It may be more efficient to move to avoid snow than wait for climate change to turn Canada into Florida. Though Canada is the best despite the cold, ice and snow.
Katee Campbell - Out of all your poetry, this is the piece that resonates with me the most. Your juxtaposition of haiku and Dr Seuss with such a timely message. . .
Peter Rhebergen - There is remarkable resonance in the words of the doctor
Tara Coulter Stephen - Sure hope that works!
Peter Rhebergen - By the way, Katee, I had harboured hopes that at least some of my poetry would have a more profoundly spiritual resonance that the simple and childish dream of this one
Emily 'Naju' Campbell - You know Haikus don't have to rhyme, right?
Peter Rhebergen - Sigh ...
Tara Coulter Stephen - Dedicated to Peter Rhebergen because every Haiku can use a Seussian follow up.
I do not like snow Do not like it at all. It's still on my driveway And half up the wall.
There is snow on the walk And there's snow at the door There's snow in my boots And all over my floor
I can't see through the windows There's snow on them too And the snow is so deep I can't clean the dog doo.
Peter Rhebergen - :) !
Emily 'Naju' Campbell - Can I like that twice? ^^
Cheryl Rendle - Now THAT is a poem I understand!
Ian Hugh Scott - Love it! I'm sharing this
Peter Rhebergen - For my friend, Tara Coulter Stephen, who likes snow more than I do:
Snow …
a single flake of snow alights to stir the heart with rare delight and distract from autumn’s fiery leaves to thoughts of gifts wrapped under trees
a thousand flakes of snow fall down to gently kiss the cooling ground summer’s chores must soon be done excitement grows, there’s more to come!
a million flakes of snow descend putting dreams of summer to an end on skis and sleds the children play joyously live their glorious day
a billion flakes of snow pile up bringing frantic commerce to a stop people try to huddle warm inside for the groundhog once again has lied
an infinity of snow around me streams dashing hopes and plans and dreams it is too much, it befogs my head I've had enough! I’m going to bed
Tara Coulter Stephen - You have set a challenge!
Peter Rhebergen - And here I thought I was merely rising to yours
Tara Coulter Stephen - Always fun to write a little bit of nothing in particular to make people smile!
Rachel Ullman
It's the SAND I can't stand It's the sand on the floor It comes in the front hall When I open the door
It sticks to my socks And scratches the floor I sweep it each day But always there's more!
Tara Coulter Stephen
The sand just won't go The Sand it will stay Though Roomba rides by It just won't go away!
Tara Coulter Stephen - Sorry Peter. Now my sister has joined in. There may be many more verses to this poem forthcoming!
Tara Coulter Stephen
The sand, and that salt! How they plot, and I'm foiled... That salt and that sand How my carpet is spoiled.
The sun just won't come The sun just won't stay The sun that would help It to all go away!
Joshua Lovell - Ode to snow
Peter Rhebergen
If I had my wishes If I had my dreams I'd kayak near fishes On free flowing streams
Tara Coulter Stephen
But the streams are all frozen The water turned hard I can't get to the shed In the back of my yard
The kayak lies dormant The paddles are still It's just me, my snow shovel And a mighty wind chill
Peter Rhebergen
My tears they lie freezing Like gems on the ground As my friends are all teasing 'til spring comes around
But the boats are still calling Through the wind and the chill Though snow may be falling Spring WILL COME STILL!
Tara Coulter Stephen
It WILL come we will say And repeat oft and on It WILL come and will STAY Yet .. the snow presses on.
We're made sad by dark skies And the clouds, and each storm We've lost our left glove And our mittens are torn.
We hope for the thaw For the birds to return We hope for the rain And the smell of wet worm
Peter Rhebergen
I still own my left glove But my marbles are going Even so with my best love I'd rather be rowing
But my snow blower growls With sinister cheer And all the snow howls As it's thrown far from here
And yet I will hope for That far brighter day When going out the door Won't have my nerves fray
Tara Coulter Stephen
The winter we think It has gone on too long The robins should come It is time for their song
For the snow and the ice And the wind chill to leave For the polar vortex to Provide a reprieve
Peter Rhebergen
Suzuki and Gore Are huddled in igloos And holding the door To drown out all our boos
The Vortex and warming Seem both inhospitable For us they are harming With doom so disputable
Tara Coulter Stephen
What's that...do I hear A slow gentle drip? Is the ice in a thaw? Did my heart do a flip?
Peter Rhebergen
A drip, oh for a drip The oft' hoped for melting Would call for a trip To the shore to go smelting
Tara Coulter Stephen
Methinks that your rhyme Is beginning to fail That you're trying too hard... Missed the head of the nail.
Peter Rhebergen
Perhaps it is the cold Has addled the brain My verse may be old Yet I cannot refrain
Tara Coulter Stephen
Perhaps it's the talk Of the climate in change It may mess with your head Cause the rhyme to turn strange
Peter Rhebergen
Oh dear, oh my goodness The sudden derision It must be the sand-mess Affects your decision
For honest and surely I'd thought better of you Than to razz me so purely Over poetry true
Tara Coulter Stephen
So sorry dear friend If you feel that I mock I've enjoyed all our rhyme It's more fun than just talk
Peter Rhebergen
The feelings aren't hard here I'm not even miffed Though word hasn't touched ear We surely have riffed
And now awesome singer I must call it a night For my book it doth linger I must taste its delight
Teresa Lam - I loved reading all that! You two are brilliant!
Tara Coulter Stephen
Had fun through the snow And the sand and the rhyme Enjoy your good book And a restful night time.
Peter Rhebergen - Thank you Tara, that was a blast!
Tara Coulter Stephen - Hopefully not a blast of snow! Most welcome and thoroughly enjoyed - Now I will have to go back to regular sentences. Good thing we don't work together. We would drive our coworkers all nuts!
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