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Bah, Humbug

Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
past lawns
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with 
da Vinci's golden teardrops.

(Impoverished attention-getters)

"I suggest you peruse Alighieri’s 'Inferno' –
it may, at least, promote heat - if not hope!"


Frost continues to cloud my spectacles -
thick and relentless
eagerly permeating the glass -
endeavoring to dance
a feverish Fantasia foxtrot
upon the skins of my pupils.

My heavy feet scuffle
past these endearing peasants.
forgotten Mt. Everest tombstones.
Disgraced outcasts of embarrassment -
smashed against a stark white canvas
hands cut off –

sticking out their parched tongues
begging for alms.
Click and count.

Their fragile bodies so much alive
their dark, hallowed eyes 

(So be it)

They stealthily huddle alone -
(Hah! I’ve created my own personal oxymoron!)

These gruesome street urchin waifs -
Dumber than a sackful of hammers and
frostier than a Maine Christmas morn,
convulsing and shivering ‘neath lampposts
without snow shoes or socks,

bawling and boo-hooing...
“Clutching weather-worn copies
of James Hilton’s 'Lost Horizon'
and littering the virgin snow
with salty saline discharge –
igniting street corner bonfires
without the faintest hint of smoke."


Ah, the glorious damned winter
and that magnificent gray chill in the air.
My arctic thighs carry me home now
where I am safe.
Where I can slam my door
and shut my eyes.

My cavernous domicile
whereas I can privately converse
with Mr. Dickens and Mr. O’Neill
and read “A Christmas Carol”
or “The Iceman Cometh” -
without a snaggle-toothed interruption...
Listen to the haunting strains of L’Inverno
from Vivaldi’s “Le Quattro Staggioni”
and cackle wildly as I burn first editions
of Clement Clark Moore’s
most infamous penning -

pour myself a 
tall glass of ice cubes -
devour a heaping bowl
of vichyssoise -

scarf down a fudgcicle
and just...

turn the air conditioner


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  1. Date: 12/8/2009 6:19:00 AM
    LOL wonderful writing here, John !! Hope you have wonderful holidays (without the Bah ... smile) and that 2010 is a blessed year for your and yours!!

  1. Date: 12/3/2009 3:40:00 PM
    Are you sure you don't like winter? (LOL) John, you are very well read and one of the best writers I've had the pleasure of reading. Much admiration, Carolyn

  1. Date: 11/30/2009 1:24:00 AM
    This is wonderfully and humorously penned, John! You have come home after having gone through snow-drifts and spectacles of snow zombies(snowmen?) vagrants and tombstones. I am glad to hear that you had a great Thanksgiving Day with family and friends. God bless you and keep your inspiration alive. Best wishes and Warmest Regards, Andrew.

  1. Date: 11/29/2009 7:02:00 PM
    funny, keep sharing!!

  1. Date: 11/28/2009 5:00:00 PM
    Nice poem...enjoyed reading tonight...Marty

  1. Date: 11/23/2009 8:15:00 PM
    enjoyed the Dicken's Style ride! John!

  1. Date: 11/22/2009 4:50:00 AM
    Perfectly intense write, John, and I luv "Lost Horizon" and the books and music u mention in this glorious poem... enjoyed.. Congratulations on your featured poem and your success into TV land by your blog posting... I replied to u there also... quite magnificent accomplishment list so far.. anticipating more achievements from u.. blessings ... luv ... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"

  1. Date: 11/21/2009 3:08:00 PM
    You effectively set the scene and paint a picture of apathy and self-rightousness against the stark backdrop of desperation and despair. How masterfully you bring the reality into our warm, insulated lives; reality that we tend to take for granted. It is so wonderful when you treat us to a new piece, John, for we so appreciate your unique outlook and extraordinary gifts. Respectfully, Donna

  1. Date: 11/20/2009 2:07:00 PM
    Hi John, Love this thought provoking poetic write. Pulls at one's heartstrings for sure. Holidays can be Ba Humbug for a lot of folks for various reasons. Truly enjoyed. Here's to a wonderful thanksgiving and Christmas Season with yours! Keep writing! Good luck with all your newfound endeavers! Thanks for sharing...Take care, Love Light Patricia

  1. Date: 11/20/2009 8:57:00 AM
    As Tony commented before are in a class by yourself,always stunningly brilliant are your poems, that linger in my mind long after they are read! The contrasts and descriptions go beyond what most of us can pen. NO..this has no humor, very provocative and thoughtful, the cynical view of how we can turn our eyes away, and devour our vichyssoise without another thought.Wow..(as I've said many times before on your poetry..Wow!)Glad to have you back writing and knocking our socks off! Love C.

  1. Date: 11/20/2009 7:05:00 AM
    To further comment - The comparison of the Snowmen and the homeless street people and the snow-angels without halos as we sit in our comfortable homes turning a blind eye to reality right outside our door as we sit and read Charles Dickens - SIMPLY BRILLIANT! Some-time-back, I tried to pen this reality, unseccessfully. Thank you for doing what I could not. What are we, if we do not help each other? Love, Lainie -

  1. Date: 11/20/2009 6:33:00 AM
    John, I AM SPEECHLESS! Again! you engrave everlasting visions, feelings and meanings in my mind. Everything you write is a MASTERPIECE. Sincerely, Lainie . PS - If you get a chance to see 'A Christmas Carol' starring 'Jim Carey', I think you might enjoy it. The effects are amazing.

  1. Date: 11/19/2009 6:59:00 PM
    Funny, Im laughing...good one. Bg