It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.
The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.
"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.
For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.
The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.
I am thankful...
1. For the USA, and our freedom to praise God, Salvation and rebirth
2. For My Husband Wayne, Son Caleb, our dog Ashley, Cats Prissy and Smut and even those
messy lovebirds, Laverne and Shirley
3. That I am able to think, feel, hear, see, taste, touch and love
4. That God is good all the time and all the time God is good
5. For Mom and Dad, and all the other family I have that still claims me.
6. That my husband has a job and we are able to live in our house.
7. For the seasons, the flowers and all beauty
8. For curbside Garbage service and my dishwasher
9. For advancement in medical sciences
10. For clean water, modern appliances, and a comfortable bed
(not necessarily in that order)
If you were my Valentine
That would mean you're completely mine
I'll tell you how beautiful you are as my 1st line
Then I'll order some nice and smooth wine
A wonderful meal we'll dine
I'll shower you with gifts that shows true love
Then instantly you're know it's straight from above
I'll be the perfect gentleman
By treating you like a real woman
Making sure you know just how special you are to me
And this isn't just words,from my heart here's the master key
As the night unfold
I'll try hard not to be bold
If you want me to go further I won't turn you down
Proving I'm the best man in town
As you began to make faces,mourn,and frown
I'll know I gave my best,my all,and a job well done
As you whisper in my ear yes daddy you're the only one.
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***
"Storm over yet...?"
"Well hay'ell ye'ah!
sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
whadda'bou that boy th'er?
sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"
"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"
na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm!
torna'durr warnin' too!
he gonna have him'a cole burr;
mama, git him'a cole burr!
ta'days father's day!"
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!
He bends his head to shield his face,
and steps upon the curb, to brace
against the mob, against the throng,
against long lines in shopping malls
He watches herds with purses out,
who attack the narrow aisles and park.
Chagrins at purpose, poised, embarked
They're mad! They charge like Joans of Arc!
No one pays him time of day
He feels the sting of frostbit cheer
and leans beneath the canopy
The sales are lit, with half-price tease
and gaggled geese attack with glee!
Pure instinct guides, their goal is keen
Gifts supreme, they seek and find!
He wonders, as they claim their prize,
if what they buy, and dollars leaked
will gratify their kin, divined?
With weighty burdens in their hands
and dollars spent from sun to sun,
he waits until his wife is done.
This madness took her far away
within the glass enclosed array
of Jingle Bells and money spilled,
of trinkets, socks and Visa bills
His feet are sore, a wrinkled coat,
unruly hair,... it glistens now,
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath.
Forefathers did, before their death!
Entrenched in snow beneath his feet,
his stomach growls, he begs to quit
He watches from the window glass.
A check-out line!! She's close!!! ...... At last!!
She's almost done, her purchase won!!
She grins as if she's fetched the best!
The smile she wears, he catches fast
And makes it worth the weary quest!
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
Love birds sweetly sing
A valentine song they ring
A very true meaning
She’s out there chasing a cricket
Through bush, through shrub & through thicket
Together they hop
But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it!
A cat whose vet took his eye
Just cannot quite understand why
His eye’s been enucleated,
3-D vision reduciated,
So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye
Ya gotta keep limericks loose
Think green eggs, or perhaps Dr. Seuss
They’re structured, it’s true,
But they’re also a zoo
Whose tenants are all on the loose!
I frolic in fountains of words
Overflowing with serious absurds
Each poem I write
Wakes up and takes flight
Joining angels and faeries and birds
You ask that we write a good limerick
How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick
So I struggle and frown
Teaching poems to clown
So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick
A cat with a mouth full of mouse
Brought her feast right into my house
She played with her food
Who was not in the mood
To be a banquet of mouse in the house
The nightmares that shadow my sleep
Stampede the proverbial sheep
Right out of my mind
When I try to unwind
I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep
In her search for original truth
She met people unsavory and couth
She knitted and purled
But only unfurled
Yarns told by new age and old youth
Cat, suddenly pink,
Drinks her water from out of the sink
She looks so absurd
Since she’s been de-furred
I really don’t know what to think!
If one and one is two and two is four,
And there’s only two ways to go through a door,
Then, is earth up or down?
And, where is down town?
These are questions we need to explore!
A was that is an is
Tried to mind my biz
But I sent it packing,
Its presence was lacking
And I don’t have time for such shiz!
A couple who lived in Los Lunas
Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness
They’d stare at the air,
Over here, over there
And rejoice at the feeling of newness
A cat with a very fat gut
Found it easier to walk on his butt
He’d drag it around
Across carpet and ground
And use it to slam the doors shut
Said the Missus to her dear Mr. Otter,
“There’s something I think that you oughta
Do before we get old
To protect us from cold –
You oughta make the hot water hotter!”
The ghosts who live up in my attic
Make noises that sound much like static
I’ve tried to send them away,
But they’re here to stay,
Those staticky ghosts in my attic
All I want for Christmas
Is for her to fall back in lust with me
Give her the desire to unzip my pants
The way it used to be
Reignite her libido
Put passion back in her heart
Make her once more crazy
For my naughty part
All I want for Christmas
I know it sounds insane
But give to me a wife once more
Who wants my candy cane
Remove all her excuses
Take the stress out of her life
Do everything you need to do for her
To restore my horny wife
She says she no longer feels sexy
Perhaps that is my fault
But the infatuation I have for her naked body
I know I never lost
So if you could do this for me Santa
I promise I will be good
If you could make my wife ask for me
To give her a little wood
My sweet valentine
Our hearts forever entwined
You are always mine
No longer sweehearts, but I need a gift.
For just a day can we forego our rift?
You get me a puppy dog;
I'll buy you a marble frog.
On Valentine morn, exchange will be swift.
I'll treasure the frog, hand-picked and hand made;
you'll dote on your puppy without charade.
The gifts are no bother
we'll share with each other.
Just be glad, I didn't choose a grenade.
Two hearts beat as one
Your smile beaming like the sun
You're my only one
The holidays are coming,
My mask it hides a scrooge.
Though I participate in the events.
My heart is cold and blue.
I have no reason to be happy,
Cause its incomplete without you.
Holidays are about family,
Yet ours is torn apart.
Though you are not here with us,
You will always be in my heart.
I hope that you can call.
At work I know you'll be.
I will say my praires at night;
He'll bring you back to me.
This mask I ware to hide the tears.
That stain this face with pain.
You have always been our hero,
Now this Nation will feel the same.
Romance is in the air,
like the blowing breeze.
Love is everywhere,
from the sand to the sea.
Upon the earth the sunshine kisses,
the garden where rose petals glisten.
Hearts beat with a happy tune,
of valentine sunshine for me and you.
The symphony of love is soon revealed,
a valentine love is very real.
Sunshine valentine sparkle your gleaming rays,
shine them on my heart and never let them fade.
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;
No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;
I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;
Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;
The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;
I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;
My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
Thine heart is true with such emotional bliss.
Thee are my strength, sealed with one kiss.
Valentine of mine; holds me tight above the mist.
Secures my spirit, supports me in slippery snow.
Thou are my sweetheart, sunshine on my spring list.
Our life together rises, faster than any sapling grow.
One day a year is not enough to celebrate how I feel.
Each day mine and ours affection seals, lifetime deal.
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me:
Twelve lotus pinching,
Eleven surgical gauzes,
Ten boxes of advil,
Nine cheating photos,
Eight tissue rolls,
Seven colorful beehives,
Six facebook dislikes
Five red sea snakes,
Four French novels
Three black roses
Two sleeping pills
And a pink round coffin.
(c) Glenn Sentes
i don't want to be just marking
time. i died on november 20,
2008, during surgery. i was
on a vent when i awakened
december 2, 2008....my sisters'
birthday. what made me llive
i'll never know. i know there
are things to do on this side
i have no time for marking time.
i have a stupid bag hanging from
my side now. i am supposed to
"get comfortable with it". well
that was a laugh.
that was a laugh until i thought
of the people that had these
things with no hope of ever
getting away from them.
i am so lucky. 14 days i laid
on a vent, then 22 more.
i came home 3 days,
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,
a pulmonary emboli, 15 more
days, three days home.
then back to e.r. blood pressure
too high. this bought me
4 more days in e.r.
i am home now and finally
have spent 19 days home.
i feel every pain and i feel
every time that i feel good
yes, i am never marking
time again.....there is
something about fighting
for your life and your sanity
that straightens things out.
i don't recommend it but
i wish i could let your hearts
know what i know.
Will you be my Valentine?
Take me out and wine and dine,
Lavish me with chocolate candy,
A bouquet of roses would be dandy.
A diamond or pearl would be nice,
My favorite perfume would suffice.
Ah, Honey, I don't really care,
If all I get is a teddy bear.
You're worth much more to me than material things,
Your crooked grin still sends a zing!
Knowing that you're mine, all mine,
Is gift enough, Sweet Valentine.
2/8/12 Dedicated to my husband
For PD's Valentine Contest 2/14/13
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky?
My Oh My… Yes, it’s so very nice and warm.
The trees are blooming and it warms my heart.
Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around…
Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there’s been…
I’ll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn.
Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow…
Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere…
When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door…
I’ll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore…
Yes, I’ll show him my heart… As he walks in…
I’m sure… On Valentine’s Day our hearts will soar, again…
Happy Valentine’s Day to All and your Loves…
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
If you don't mind being compared,
Repeating the many ways you cared,
The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
Every recipe, every taste,
Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
It's what I use so I won't be late,
Staying here learning to appreciate,
All the miles, trucks caring freight..
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
But if you visit my mind would quake.
her heart's overwhelmed
as her Valentine returns
In cahoots with the local mailman, Airman Louis Patrillos hides out-of-sight as the postman returns the special valentine his wife had sent him. Then quickly Lou appears, announcing, "Honey, I'm Home!" just as she bursts into tears.
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,
We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
We laugh out loud to clear the air,
Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,
We love each other all so right.
The soldier, the war, and I
Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..
Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?
Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill
Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!
And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have,
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet,
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.
Kisses long and sweet
A Valentine's Day promise
Of much more to come --
Words of love written in rhyme
Dinner will be late tonight.
Dedicated to my husband.
2/6/12 For Andrea's Tanka My Valentine Contest
I do not know?
Don’t know about you, but I think it’s stupid
To give lethal weapons to a diapered Cupid
(and what happens when he’s gotta go?)
See his soft feathered wings?
(Those fat little things!)
They flutter fast as he flies to and fro
But as he tries to take aim
To start the Valentine game
He sees the earth rushing up from below
For he keeps sinking down
And hitting the ground
Overburdened by his arrows and bow
He comes to our planet just one day a year
To practice his skills as a shootist
The rest of the time he’s hidden away—
What’s he do in absentia? Be a flutist?
‘Cuz he sure can’t shoot straight, this fat little angel,
Child of eros and chaos and earth
I wonder if Venus had any idea
He’d be so fickle, so playful, perverse
Some of his arrows are gold-tipped,
The tips of the others are lead
And where the gold ones inspire amoré,
The lead ones breed hatred instead
Yes, he’s armed & he’s dangerous,
This chubby fly boy
And he’s out of control in the air
At sweet couples kissing,
He keeps shooting & missing --
Hither & yon, over here, over there
So I say, Watch out for that cherub!
Stay out of his way!
Young lovers, go, take cover now!
Give one another a bear hug
And try to live through this day –
Look, he just hit a tree – Holy Cow!
Like I said, it’s just stupid
To arm this babe, Cupid,
To entrust him with arrows and bow
For while he can fly, he just can’t shoot straight
And I don’t want his hands to be holding my fate
I tell ya, he’s just got to go
Before something happens
And his lead-headed weapons
Accidentally break the heart of my beau
I love experiencing all our firsts,
The first time you walked me to my car,
underneath the shiny stars.
mmmm our first kiss,
And how I couldn't wait 2 taste your lips.
The first time we made love,
so confident and equipt.
Never took our time for granted,
we were thankful for this gift.
The first time you stayed till morning,
had me taken by surprise.
To wake with this hansom man,
was all worth my wild.
The first time we had a fight,
And saw who we really are,
We still made the decision to love each other,
till death do us part.
The first year of first holidays,
we spent building what we have.
To turn our loved ones into family,
And continue on our path.
The times we feel were worlds apart,
you'll always have my heart.
And now to have you in our lives forever's just the start.
Wass all this 'bout Valentines Day?
Hell, ain't much more'n a play.
Peoples just acting the day away
T' git some roughin' later in the hay.
Been thinkin' 'bout this fer hours...
What's the deal with them flowers?
Ain't no really big WOW!ers.
Better sendin' 'em back to the plowers.
Oh yeah, and "I love you" on some dang card!?
What am I, a freakin' retard?
Mushier 'n a tub o' lard.
Y' know, after a while...
...some things just git tired.
What else I forgit?
Gifts I can't afford for s(p)it.
Lingerie or heart-shaped oven mit?
Hell, you know ain't nothin' gonna fit.
Now I know somethin' here's amiss.
Don't understand farther 'n i can piss.
There a senimenal romance somewhere's in all this.
So come on over here, darlin',...and give me a kiss.
I've missed you honey.
The kids are not home.
I can't wait until you're home.
So that we can get busy.
So that you can rock around,
The Christmas tree with me.
I've got mistletoe all over me.
Come on honey let's play,
All over the house! My holly berries,
Are filled with juice so,
Come on ,you fun loving man,
We can play all night and all day.
You can gift wrap me and open,
Me up, of your loving I can't get
Enough! We don't have to be,
Quiet as a mouse. There is no,
One here. The neighbors will,
Know our names again. Oh well,
We heard theirs yesterday!
I want us to deck the halls,
With screams and shouts,
And moans and groans,
Until the cows come home.
It's lovely weather for a,
Sleigh ride on top of you.
Baby it's cold outside,
The mistletoe is hung
On me. Hey jingle me
All the way all night
And all day. The carol
Of the bells will ring
For each round of
Us rocking around
The Christmas tree.
Untinsel me. Take off
My garland. Turn off
The lights. Unwrap my,
Skirt. Your candy cane,
Will licked and not bitten,
And and the Christmas tree,
Stand I'll be sitting.
My ornaments you may
Move to the side,
And on the cane I'll slide.
I will soon sing,
Or rest you merry man
After you sing, let it snow,
Let it snow, let it snow.
You'll then shout a laugh,
Ho, ho, ho, Merry
Christmas to you and,
To you a good night.
You rocked with me,
Around the Christmas tree
With all of your might.