Poets, will you join me in writing a huge poem together? ?

Question: Poets, will you join me in writing a huge poem together!? !?

I'll begin and you add a verse below:

The sky plays host to cold winds
!.!.!.!. I shiver!.!.!.!. from the comfort of my bed
As the wind sings a mono-toned lullaby
From a radio with no dials!.!.!.!.!. no commercials
I stiffly rise
Dodging the graynessWww@QuestionHome@Com

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The floor answers my first question
!.!.!.my toes!.!.!. disliking the trope my home has turned to
The window is shattered like bulletholes
from a frosty enemy
My slippers
lend me temporary comfort

IDK - spur of the moment thoughts

EDIT: http://answers!.yahoo!.com/question/index;!.!.!.
One of you has to know the answer to this!!!?!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

I still feel the aches of yesterday's drama
pictures are etched in my soul of forgotten thoughts
clouded by the rains that are promised tomorrow
to have the choice of returning to the comfort of my bed
but knowing that today has already taken that choice away from me
so I riseWww@QuestionHome@Com

Kindling and restoking the fireplace
I sit cross-legged in Indian fashion!.
Sit on the rug made of the bear,
The bear that decided to invade
My domain three winters before!.

The heat slowly permeating my skin,
Warming me inside as well as out!.
The light from the fire animating
The room full of shadows into
Dancing marionettes that can
Be seen, but have no substance
to reach out and touch!.

Marionettes that dance to rhythms
That cannot be heard by any ear,
save that ear of the poet
which envisions this sight!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I stand before frosted window
in grateful pose, thankful
that no-one in their right mind
on a day such as this
will be trawling the streets to
catch glimpses of a middle aged
woman in "Mickey Mouse
fleecy pyjamas and oversized
"Goofy" slippers, sipping
coffee from a "Kiss the Cook" mug!.
Blessed moments such as this
!.!.!.!.are fewWww@QuestionHome@Com

Ah, but there is no grayness awaiting me
I bask in the Valley of the Sun
and when this day is fully done
I'll cheer the Cardinals on to victory!

(sorry, it's all I can think about!, nice verse, my friend!)

maWww@QuestionHome@Com

My greeting is returned by the feline face
impatient for her breakfast, haughty and regal
I am greeted by the morning scent
coffee smiling in a cup
I savour the sweetness of my warm kitchen
wrapped in the blanket of quiet, grey morningWww@QuestionHome@Com

!.!.!.and at a glimpse
dusk sits upon a sunset
where white turns
a sweet gray
beneath a melange
of monochromatic skies
whispering at a distance
that it's time
to dance
with the music
in the crackling of the fire!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I arise to fill my cast iron pot
from the old fallen snow outside
Scratching at the yellowed crust above
for the virgin white beneath
I hurry to place the pot amid last nights embers
Away from the restoked flames!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Such a unique idea! Can't wait to read the whole poem :)

Brutal wind blows
It's her day to show
her might and accolades
I know she's a friend
Just having a flurry of fun
At the expense of me & my pupWww@QuestionHome@Com

The north winds blow
Bringing in the snow
Comfy under the covers
Wives and other lovers
Snow blowing all around
A foot or so off the ground
Staying where it's warm
Away from the storm
We lay before the fire
With everything I desireWww@QuestionHome@Com

the cold air makes
palm trees shiver,
frosted fronds
rubbing together
sounding like
skeletons walking on ice!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Donning wool socks before feet touch the floor
the inevitable torture of
!.!.!.cold toilet seat awaits

(* Sorry, I can only speak from experience here!)Www@QuestionHome@Com

My eyes burn for the sight of green
!.!.!.I long!.!.!.for the shoots of spring
With a childlike hope, my eyes close
And I pray to see the lawn lit up in splendor
But alas
All is white stillWww@QuestionHome@Com

And then the Full Moon
in all her brilliant glory
lights the frigid skies
with golden reflected rays,
blinks out the cold white stars
and I stand before her
in joy and thanksgiving!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

The window frosts over
as my breath breaks across
the glass panes,
I rub a circle with my cuff,
anxious to see,
but all there is,
is white!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I know not where this verse may fall
!.!.!.I climbed from neath my blankets comfort
I looked outside and smiled!.!.!.
The snow recedes upon my lawn
I'm happy as a little child!Www@QuestionHome@Com

As aging makes one
appreciate movement
in however slow
the speed but
always amazing is
how fast one can move
when shivering!.!.!.then
your teeth make music
we all know the kind!Www@QuestionHome@Com

i brace myself against
the steely wind
leash in hand
pup in tow
for no matter how cold
she must goWww@QuestionHome@Com

To complete my work and my ambition
Finally, I take out my pen
For whether in reality or dreams
A writer of poems
Must seek an endWww@QuestionHome@Com

of the skies;
across the cold wooden floor
gingerly stepping amist breezes
born in the Artic north!.
Once more to start my day anewWww@QuestionHome@Com

An Ikea terry hides
my reaction
to Winter's wrath,
and un-paid bills
chase me
to the head,
I try to go as men
must go but !.!.!.

*cries*Www@QuestionHome@Com

left inside,
while looking out my window
I see a sun shine ever bright!
I stick my nose, outside the door
and Jack Frost takes a bite,
Who's foolery is this! Jack's
or shinng sun!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

sunlight steals shadows
From the corners of my mind
As slices of today !.!.!.slide
Through slanted blindsWww@QuestionHome@Com

Just a blanket of white
!.!.!.!.!.Lying there far too many days
frozen in time, I feelWww@QuestionHome@Com