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Twas A Month Before Christmas

Twas a month before Christmas, when all through poetry soup The poets were writing, their latest scoop. Their hands flew, across the keyboard with care Hoping to create, something they could share. The writers were perched stubbornly in their chair While visions of success left no time to spare. And Michael writing, And Sharon scanning the site Had just settled in for a long productive night. When on my computer, I read such a poem I sprang from my chair, and danced around home. Up the stairs, I flew like a flash, Forgot to open the door, and my nose I did smash. The lights had been turned off, on the floor above Leaving the stairway, dark like a glove. Darn those kids, I screamed at the door One of these days …I promised once more. Back to the computer, so lively and quick I knew if I didn’t hurry, the phone line would click. More rapid than a river, the poetry members came And they listed their poems followed by their name: Now Robert! Now George! Now Carrie and Laura! On Christy! On Rhoda! On Karen and Carol! Now keep writing! Keep writing! Keep writing all! Outside the cold wind, blew with a rage, but I didn’t pay it no mind, trapped in my poets cage, The house shook, and the windows rattled, but it was only my dictionary I chose to battle. And then in a twinkling, more poets came in. There was Mark and Sue with talents to win. As I leaned back, and was stretching around, more poets and writers came with a bound. They were all dressed in words, from their head to their foot and their poems were not tarnished, with ashes and soot. A bundle of talent, they had flung on their back And they sound like friends, with an talented knack. Their words, how they twinkled! Their comments how merry! Each poet was sweet, as sweet as a berry! There were holiday poems written just so, And poor old Deborah was still writing about snow. The concentration of words, they held tight in gritted teeth And the final draft, encircled their heads like a wreath. They were a large group, that made you laugh and cry, They inspired you to believe, you really could fly. They verbalized no words, but went straight to their work And filled out hearts with poems, that caused tears to jerk. And entering their poems on the members page And giving a nod, left their poetry cage. They turned off their computers, with a satisfied whistle And to bed they all ran, like the down of a thistle. But I saw them write, ere they logged off line, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL TO ALL A GOOD WRITE!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 8/3/2009 1:00:00 PM
Made me chuckle also, totally captivated in it, a wonderful write once more>>James
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Date: 11/30/2008 6:46:00 PM
Oh my but this is brillant! Great write here, Deborah and I hope to read it in the "Feature of the Week" soon ... smile ...
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Date: 11/25/2008 3:46:00 PM
~lol~ You clever lady! This brought a big smile to my face! Yes, I am wondering also which poem it was that caused such a reaction! Very cute and you have me wondering about the rest! Will look forward to it! Love, Shar
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Date: 11/25/2008 1:14:00 PM
Love this!!!!! I got a good chuckle out it. This is so creative. Hope it wasn't one of my poems that cause you to smash your nose. Thank you for sharing your delightful poem with us and for your kind comments. Keep on writing!!! Karen
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Date: 11/25/2008 12:38:00 PM
You have really made me laugh with this one, Deborah!! And....if you finish this poem, I might be a little nervous just what you have to say about all us fledging poets!! We are certainly a varied breed of poets, sitting day and night at our computers. Who's minding the store, while we write, I wonder??:) You did a great job making me smile! :) (Hope you didn't break your nose!!) Cute, cute! ~ Carrie
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