the essential reek that pervades,
the essence of your verbiage,
makes my own bowels roil,
in sympathetic disgusted dismay.
I cannot fathom or even trump
the raw depth of toxic sludge
that freshly tweets and squeaks
from your daily (anti)social ooze.
I don’t understand;
truth is I never really did;
because the words you throw,
are so much bigger than my head.
how about we make a deal
you speak to me in words we share
and then perhaps we’ll have a chance;
Or maybe not at all.
they came bearing gifts for a king,
three wisemen fashionably late,
fully accoutred and attired,
wearing silks and opulent jewelry,
to kneel in the muck of a stable,
simply because they read the star signs,
shining in glorious celebration!
On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Twelve Drummer Drumming… January 5th is the “Twelfth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Twelfth Day of Christmas
drum beating down the seconds of our lives
heart keeping time with the the breaths that we take
first song we danced inside our mother’s womb
that sweet sound that tells us that we’re living
and when it ceases you’ll know that’s the end
Author’s note: I challenged myself to write a poem a day from December 1st to the end of of the Christmas season. Today was the last! Thank you for all you kind comments
On the eleventh day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Eleven Pipers Piping… January 4th is the “Eleventh Day of Christmas.”
Source: Eleventh Day of Christmas
silver and steel
weeping sad notes
saying out loud
what’s stuck in my throat.
birds cannot sing
any sad songs;
if I could fly,
it wouldn’t it feel wrong.
’tis my folly
silver and steel
bringing me down,
why is the sun
why have you gone
so far away?
leaving me lonely.