I read the words of a poet
From the days of tomorrow
His verse flowed backwards in time
I, a fair maiden, doomed to a fate
Of obligations unseen
If only the book on my lap
Was not ahead of my youthful station on this earth
Verses seeping with promise
I long for the voice of this master of the pen
I day dream, and lose my place in this world of pain
To hear his softness in the blowing wind
Alas it must be the times he lives
No man can carry such passion
Inside a book within a book of dreams
Yet, here I am, to ponder
The romance of a tomorrow I shall never see
I am doomed to village laws and customs
A stoning that is so unjust
For I unveiled my eyes to the world before me
Staring into the depths of mans possessive hatred
I ran in fear, I ran towards the forest of hope
As they drag me by my feet
The book clutched close to my breast
Bloodied and in the moonlight, I open it
To find out, even in the future of majestic noble poets
There lies evil still
Stealing the breath of innocents and infants
I hope one day
I shall meet the author of these words
I may slap him across face for my silly fantasies
So long I dreamed the world would change as does the seasons
For better days filled with peace and kindness
I hope one day
I shall meet the author of these words
I may plant a sweet kiss upon his soft lips
Singing of songs he has long forgotten
I slowly wrap the rope around my neck
They will not stone me
They shall not claim any victory over me
The poets words, hidden deep between my legs
Shall melt within my soul
For better days filled with love and kindness
I shall kiss him sweetly in my death
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team,
Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed,
And Mother in her nightgown of green and red,
When all of a sudden I heard a commotion,
And jumped out of bed with a curious notion,
I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain,
I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain,
New fallen snow shone bright below the moon,
Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon,
I looked out my open window despite the cold,
When a sight met my eyes, wondrous to behold,
A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh,
With eight flying reindeer leading the way,
As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky,
He called to each one as they rocketed by,
"Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer,
On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer,
Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop,
Dash away all and let us make our first stop!"
They flew through the air with much ease,
Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze,
The reindeer landed so smooth and swift,
Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts,
I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle,
And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle,
I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,
He was cloaked in red with a fur trimmed suit,
And covered in soot from his hat to his boot,
A large sack full of presents he carried along,
He opened it up as he hummed a Christmas song,
With much merriment his blue eyes twinkled,
His face was joyful, and yet somewhat wrinkled,
His cheeks were blushed like the berries in holly,
His snow white beard was long and quite jolly,
From his pipe came out a great puff of smoke,
He began his work and not a word he spoke,
Santa Claus was tall, with a belly quite round,
And his laughter was a most glorious sound,
I looked on with glee as a smile crossed my face,
When he approached and gave me a warm embrace,
Then, Santa placed several gifts beneath our tree,
Something for the children, and Father, and me,
He filled the stockings with sugarplums and a toy,
Which I know will delight my little girl and boy,
The midnight hour on the mantel clock chimed,
He turned, then back up the chimney he climbed,
With a whistle he signaled for his reindeer to go,
And away they flew with a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!,"
Before disappearing Santa exclaimed from his sleigh,
"To all a good night and a Happy Christmas Day!"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
Does the past really matter?
Does it set you free?
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me.
Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch.
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.
Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night.
I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.
Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone.
My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time.
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided.
My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.
Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree.
Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013
One moment east of twilight
Shadows outdistance the sun
Sharpening peaks and hallows,
Honed against the sparks of light.
Deep in the brow of the silence
I stand to watch the moonrise,
Overtaken by the dark
For Contest : 215
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
Way beneath the earth she lays
buried deep inside her heart
the moon arrives without delay
with all her darkly parts
The memories of yesterday
lay bare beneath the earth
the hours trim without delay
showing power and their worth
Way beneath the earth she lays
like a china doll that keeps
the sun awake releases rays
while she in beauty sleeps
Beneath the burial earths of love
She coos in silence like a dove
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016
A DINNER INVESTMENT (for Eve)
My husband Chris Adams loves to wine and dine my needs
In the most expensive places, one can eat.
Arriving in LIMO style
A humble waiter greets
After I viewed the menu I replied,
"Hun I am ready to order."
A T-bone steak -- fully cook the meat.
At our table, walked a gorgeous snake-eyed women
She leaned over my husband's seat
Approaching Chris with a big wet kiss
I stomped on my husband's foot
I gave him the look, of all looks
She slithered with her tongue in Adams ear
"Go to that hotel and relax, I need some cash"
With one stare I yelled, "Chris how dare you cheat!"
"I had enough, I want a divorce MR. ADAMS!"
I reach over to slap him,
He replies, "She is my mistress Bath-Sheba my dear EVE!"
"I do not love her."
"I understand if you want a divorce!" Mr. Adams replied.
"But, remember, no more furs, luxury suite,
Winters in Barbados,
Summers in Tuscany."
"Infinity or Lexus, and first class plane seats."
"Forget about the Yacht Club."
"Party by the swimming pool, that land a hundred feet."
"It is up to you my Kitty Skat Eve to give it all up."
"You decide if these diamonds you want to keep."
Without thinking of taking a leap.
I saw Mr. Adams business partner Cain with a Jezebel in his arms.
I ask my husband Chris in a small peep.
"Do not tell me that Cain commits Adultery too?"
"Cain's blonde looks really cheap as if she works the street."
"Well, our mistress is prettier and looks real sweet."
"Honey, our mistress Bath-Sheba is worth the keep."
"Mr. Adams tonight you can call me Steve and not Eve,
Whatever it takes to satisfy your needs plus my gold lust!"
(The moral of the story is what some Eve's
will do to keep their investment, I mean Adam's.)
A joke and dedication to Chris D. Aechtner
For THE Eve in Eden* (Contest) *
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
I've never been one to nosey but
Looking through my net curtains
I just happened to have a pair of binoculars in my hand
I'm a curious kinda man
Ooh you wouldn't believe the things I've seen
Not being a gossip of course
It's so posh around here the mail is personally
Delivered by the Queen
And across my vast sprawling country estate
Someone's skinny dipping in my lake
I think I'll choose a masserati today
And wave at the peasants on my way.
There goes Dietrich on her penny farthing
Listening to some Hank Marvin
Toqyen is drunk again
Casarah is walking her lama
Tim has just worked out at the gym
And Jan is looking nice and Trim
Peter and Vera
are in the garden
Poet destroyer is cutting the grass
Ooh she has a lovely fast
Mower that lass.
There goes Mary Jo on her pogo stick
She doesn't look too well hope she's not sick
Over there prince Harry is having a party again
A fancy dress
And he's dressed as hen
Well folks Think I'll get in my hot tub full of champagne
And wait until tomorrow
When I can spy again.
Peter Dome. copyright. 2014. Sept.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
OF ONE SWEET KISS
As yawning sun
shall end the day
and stars at night
my heart besets
the velvet sight
and wafting breeze-
no solace brings.
I wander slow
walking on air,
yet, love I dare
feather breath warmth,
lit the magic
'til angels rose
to pluck dire strings
so bards may sing
my lovers name.
By candy flame
of deep despair,
moans in silence.
in depth of eve
spell longing weep,
my lone heart tears
of waiting song,
of one sweet kiss. . .
10:01 am, October 28, 2015
***dedicated to my HUGE ONE~~~ James Fraser
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Summer's eve, sitting on the porch
The breeze soft upon my cheek
The crickets sing their song to me
My own Plein air symphony
Mesmerized by the sound they make
Sweet moments of quiet bliss
Night Creatures Contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 DECEMBER 2013
*Merry Christmas to you and to your families my friends!
May the newborn Christ guide and protect all of you!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
So much for Adam talking to the Lord.
A conversation I am sure was bored .
Asking God for a women for him to receive.
Little did Adam know his EVE will be so easy to deceive.
"Take a night cap" replied God.
By morning she will own your Hot Rod.
Adam waking up in such nagging pain.
Along came Eve with much to gain.
From Adam's rib Eve was formed.
Nothing is impossible for God to transform.
"Eve my dear I will follow you in everything you beliEve."
"My love for you is sever, thanks for last nights relieve."
Bare naked striped from lies, God gave Adam and Eve his bless.
Walking around in nude allowing them to fell shameless.
"When I was hungry Eve's duty was to feed me."
"How could I say no to the apple against her naked body."
Forgetting about the good and evil.
Eve believed the male, we call the Devil.
"Oh my God Eve what have you done!"
"I am scared like a coward lets run!"
"Eve how could you believe another man?"
"Was his slither easier to understand."
Eve replied,"The snake promised me everything."
"I didn't know he was pulling my string."
"The snake said there is an A in the apple for me to weave.
"With a vision Adam one day you will leave."
"He said Adam is sometimes the I in Eve."
"He will also betray you with his own deceive."
"He said sometimes you will accept me when I conceive."
"Adam it was to much for me to perceive!"
"His tongue mentioned you will cost me to much grieve."
"Believe me he said I will be the only one in achIeve."
Adam says "Eve lets just hide from the Lord."
Eve tells Adam "To late we already pulled the cord."
"Do not worry I will bare it all."
"You will not be there when I call."
"The snake let me see with his crystal ball."
"I will break when you let me fall."
"Somehow you will always make me cry."
"You will drain me, and hang me out to dry."
"Still I will walk with my head up high."
"Knowingly it is my fault for being mislead, this I do not deny."
"For all the things you will ever do to me."
"I will marry you and cause you so much hell you see."
"I will take advantage of all material things."
"Make you buy me the most expensive rings."
"You followed me into our first sin."
"Men are weak when it comes to us women.'
"Yes I will find you in them Gentleman Club."
"Even than you will be a poor little lost wolf cub."
"I am Eve and I doomed us all once."
"I am here to offer my condolence."
"I gave up our happiness and paradise."
"Listening to the snake, on how big it is in size."
4 Daniel Cwiak=Adam
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
The sandwich was probably only two days old
School had let out for Christmas vacation on the 23rd
And now on Christmas Eve Sam had found it -
lunchbox and all - in an alley behind Clarke’s Super
The kid had taken a couple of bites of the apple – now
gone brown- but left the roast beef sandwich whole
“Too damn much mayo!” Sam frowned
“But boy am I hungry!”
Licorice the cat – so named by the neighborhood kids –
was hungry too and let Sam know it with his most
Sam was street-wise an old cardboard box dweller who
had tenanted many boxes many alleys in his time
Yet this was no “Hello puss whose puss are you?”
animal summons for attention
The yowl had a bone-rattle desperation Sam hadn’t heard
Licorice blended with the night
But stood out even against the gloom
She was pressed against an empty oil barrel back arched
on the tips of her paws so almost skeletal
Sam couldn’t help but sigh
It was Christmas Eve and despite the location – a forlorn
back alley – a string of lights (from somewhere) were
The red-green-gold shown against Licorice’s satin fur
Charmed the (already charmed) night
Charmed Sam the Box Man
“Well I’ll be damned!” he gulped
Then threw half the sandwich to the starving kitty
“Merry Christmas old beggar.” Sam smiled
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010
On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones
Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!
The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
Never to see each other again
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
Here's something I have been wondering
For so very long
If Adam and Eve wore only figs leaves
How did they keep them on
It couldn't have been a rubber band
And certainly not super glue
I just really have no idea
Do you have a clue
What did they do in the winter
When fig trees are bare
One leaf wouldn't last all year
I think there's a mystery there
If only Eve hadn't eaten that apple
If only Adam hadn't taken a bite
I wouldn't be trying to solve this
And I'd sleep better at night
Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2006
..............I wish to hear... your Mew tonight, sweetheart
With hairs untied... to nestle up against you
All cells... gonna sing in bliss!
Let... me feel your strength
Take... all of my tenderness
We... will originate new cosmos
Will present rainbows... for its vast black space
I want not to count stars, sweetheart
But to be joyfully two of them
Then - to be just one star together
One ardently flaming tropical Sun.................
You are - reason to deviate from line, a season for quick heal
Infinities discoverer, supersensible provider of Peace
Oh I need... to hear... you ROAR tonight, darling
We... gonna play fervently like wild lions
Never getting tired... and getting tired!
Just be! just feel...
Do... nothing outwardly...
Then... we gonna melt down like snow
And flow in springs... through fragrantly blossoming fields
You are... strong poison for killing guile, honey, warm season
to my heartbeat, explorer of singularities,
creator of Masterpiece. Let... me feel your strength
Take... all of my tenderness
We... will infuse cosmos with colors
And blottesque rainbows... across its empty black space!
*Sh... never tell that you love me... I know you, you mew me
Don't say that you love! you know me... and mew is enough!
Copyright © salamandra Gabija | Year Posted 2016
And Eve who had never been ashamed of her nakedness,
Who had never had a single fear,
Now knew all the evils that would come into this world,
The poison of the fruit had opened her eyes,
She could seperate neither Good or Truth,
From Wickedness and Lies;
And she loathed her body,
She feared the thought it might give to men,
She knew not the power that it held,
She knew not that her flesh was sacred,
She felt ashamed of her skin,
Seeing that the world would crave perfection,
And knowing not that she was already perfect,
And so she tried to hide,
She covered wounds that were not yet made,
And wept for her daughters yet unborn,
Who would suffer crimes against them that were so wicked it made her skin crawl,
Her soul came alive with the pain,
And it burned as she wept.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2015
Trevor, Wendy and Sheila they all lived next door
Then there was me and that made us four
We all sang in St Peters church choir in my village home
On Christmas Eve we sang carols as round the village we would roam
We sang at every door in the village on that night
Wishing all a merry Christmas as they turned on their porch light
We sang the entire carol every single verse
Though sometimes the snow would just get worse and worse
All the money that we raised went to Overley Hall
To help keep the place open a benefit to all
Our last carol of the night was always at the York’s
He and his missus couldn’t they half talk
She would play piano and we would sing along
He would sit by fireside joining in the song
After we had finished they showed us to the door
With cake and fruit and a donation even though they might be poor
They had no children of their own so enjoyed our carol singing
We always left with words of thanks and exaltations ringing
We would find our way home it would be after ten
We used to count the money gat ourselves warm and then
They would go home back to the house next door
I would go up to my room and sleep deep that for sure
We would get up the next day and Christmas day was there
Yet Christmas Eve and carol singing was great for us to share
Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012
Alas! 'Tis the lionesses out to hunt
And the Mara antelopes out of luck
That trouble your vision, me friend.
Come, let's quick to our tent,
Lest the crouching queen,
And the scheming king,
Find us in the wind
Of the Mara
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
The radiance of day withdrawn
An old moon a lamp up high;
A barn owl keeps still across the lawn
While orioles decide to fly.
Robins nestle for the night,
Sky paints a deep shade of blue
Even the gust falls with the light;
So we shall take our rest too.
Evening is a memory now
Secure in calm of dawn all right…
Lullabies are heard from each bough
In the glow of silver white.
Poem 202 Contest for Brian Strand
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
Christmas With Christ Poem/Story Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Way before Jesus Christ was born, I was one of a chosen few,
to be a spiritual Being attending to God.
I thought I was really nobody special,
but He thought I was.
He thought I was a beautiful benevolent being,
Bright and celestial acting as a courier for Him
between Heaven and earth.
See there are different types of angels,
I happen to be the only "Divine Messenger".
And there I stood in paradise, praising,
dancing and singing with Him,
The Almighty glowed with all colors of the rainbow,
With prisms shining out of his hands,
with the maximum of whiteness,
Reflecting His loving arms.
One evening He came to me and expressed
His deep passion for mankind,
I noticed He was excited.
He said, "Soon there shall be a Man, made out of my blood,
a living sacrifice of My word and actions on earth. He shall be
the Savior of all people, and those who believe in Him shall see the Kingdom of Heaven."
When I heard this news I stood there in awe.
For the first time I saw God proclaiming that His
miracles would be performed by a man, His one true Son.
After that, he took me aside and gave me a very
special duty to perform. I was to be the messenger to proclaim to the world that born unto them would be a Savior. He said, "Shout to the world, Heaven and earth that a Son shall be born and
He Shall be named Jesus Christ of Nazareth."
I had strict directions from God.
He told me to prepare myself for my significance was great.
On the day of Christ's birth I was very busy.
I had to gather all the other angels.
The cherubs, archangels, celestial hierarchy's,
the searph's and lastly the guardian Angels.
I was His one and only Divine Messenger,
and what an important duty I had to fulfill!
All day I waited in anticipation of the night that would soon come,
The night our Lord was to be born unto the earth.
As I looked down and watched the sun slowly setting,
I knew it was almost time for me to fly below.
On my way down to Bethlehem,
I saw this star, so vivid the whole sky lit up and it radiated all
Throughout the world.
Following that star were three wise men
and I could see that they had many gifts for Jesus's mother and father, Mary and Joseph.
They were riding on donkey's so slow,
but they wouldn't let that star out of their sight.
When I arrived at the poor little manger,
I saw Mary and Joseph almost where Christ was to be born.
As they rode up I was pained to see how
much anguish Mary was going through. For she was special.
She was a virgin chosen to carry and deliver the one and only Son of God.
My halo was radiating the brightest colors of white's
and yellow's, with a tiny hue of pink.
For I was the angel created to watch and protect this crisp and magnificent Christmas night.
I said, "I have a message from the Almighty Father,
you two shall inherit the earth In thanksgiving for bringing
Jesus into this world. For because of you, all mankind Shall be saved and those who follow Him shall see the
Glory of God and enter the Kingdom of Heaven."
Mary just looked so exhausted and fatigued.
I knew she had but one more push. And then there was one last cry in agony and there He was, Jesus Christ!
I played my trumpet and violin in volumes so intense.
All the pain, suffering and sacrifice was worth it.
Shepherds starting walking up and bringing their
flocks to witness the biggest Miracle that has ever
been performed. Three wise men came up, knelt down while
bowing, bearing gifts of frankincense and myrrh.
I saw Joseph crying in joy and Mary smiling in amazement
at what had taken Place.
As she gazed down at her little boy she was overwhelmed with a feeling of wonder And admiration.
She looked at her loyal husband and he kissed her on her forehead as if it was the First time he kissed her.
I could just feel the glory in their hearts.
They have been waiting months for this day and it is finally here.
I have never seen something more spiritually awoken than
The souls of those two Proud parents.
Then we all looked up to the sky and that star
shined brighter and emitted all colors of the rainbow.
I am an angel, and I have never seen something
so spectacular in all my time revering God.
As the night carried on, more people from
Bethlehem noticed the star of wonder And you
should've seen all of them praising baby Jesus,
the newborn King....
I've been up here a very long time, in fact for eternity,
And I know in my heart nothing will ever compare.
Although, I did hear a little rumor that Jesus Christ
is coming back to earth real Soon.
I can't wait until all His followers meet with me a
and we can all glorify Him in Heaven forever...
Merry Christmas everyone...
Written: November 7, 2015
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015
In the beginning God created the heavens and earth
And some think it all came by chance, what a big mirth
That life arose by itself from chemical soup and from it birth
Soup formed by unceasing rain on the volcanic hearth
For this theory came when none knew the complexities of life or its worth
Formulated by those who deliberately ignore God's love and incur his wrath
For the advances of science and genetics proclaim this theories dearth
Over the earth His Spirit did brood
He spoke again and it happened
In His wisdom all well designed and good
Life in all its different kinds rampant
Every part in its place and functioning as it should
Then God formed man by His own hands
In His own image created He him
He gave him control over all the lands
And home in a garden with fruits to the brim
And a companion Eve as satisfied not animal friends
Eat of all fruits but not of wrong and right
The serpent came and Eve did ensnare
Eve saw the fruit was desirous to the sight
For of the enemy's deceit she was not aware
They did eat and to creation brought blight
Can't blame the fruit on the tree but the human pair
Of their nakedness they now became aware
The creation cursed and in despair
So His only beloved Son, God sent to repair
And for himself a holy people prepare
And if all this you know and are aware
Then God wants you with others share
And to really love others and care
And lift them to God in prayer
That all turn from sins and to God everywhere
Copyright © Ahmed Sheik Koya | Year Posted 2016
"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
(Inspired by all the Adams, but with special mention to Frank,
Dr. Ram, and Christopher)
For being a lazy head, see what you reap. . .
I came from your ribcage while you were asleep!
I’m second but best, and I’m looking fly,
so get with the program. Wise up, silly guy!
Don’t get all riled now that I’m not your type.
Have you seen a mirror? Talk about hype!
Go look in the stream then and see what I mean.
I’m needing a king because I am the queen!
You can’t lay down laws, for Eve is my name.
And as the First Lady, rule-breaking’s my game!
And neither to me does size matter a bit.
I’m after a man who has style and great wit!
Around here you won’t find a 7-11.
What did you think? That we’d gone to heaven?
Inside this here garden, with plenty to eat,
I’ll cook, but you catch it. . . And bring me a treat!
If being away from my voice is your wish,
then go to that stream there and catch me a fish.
I’ve already trained all the parrots to talk
to entertain me while you’re out on a walk!
Go be by yourself whenever you please.
I’m woman, and I’ve put the creatures at ease.
The mammals already have found me so grand,
I’ve got them all eating right out of my hand.
Because of my wisdom and my patient ways
I think we’ll be living here millions of days.
So don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.
And maybe we’ll even find “fun stuff” to do!
A doctor named Ram in a garden nearby
is looking for someone who digs a smart guy.
He says that he needs the “intellect’s touch”
I might just go there if you hassle me much!
And off somewhere else I heard of another
named Adam too. Could he be your brother?
I might like to check him out, though his Eve
has told me he fancies himself with a Steve!
And don’t think I’ll leave for your telling me to.
There’s only so much you can get me to do.
That snake tried to give me an apple. The fool.
I rarely eat fruit, but a roast sure sounds cool!
So gird up your loins and catch us a lion.
Then I’ll don my leaf apron and begin fryin’.
And just you remember, in sex’s sweet war,
The one with nice “melons” is surest to score!
For Deborah Guzzi's Eve in Eden Contest
& for P.D.Slam contest (thanks Deb and P.D!)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
I fared under the caricature
Of desolate bane this eve –
Walking with shiver in pocket
Toward the glassiness of now –
As I reached the tip of today
Drenched I was, in disgust –
Saturated with concocted sweat
I gripped tirelessly, the shiver –
Poured the shock of yesterday
Through forgotten cloud –
As I quivered under the dry
Of pouring dry rains –
My eyes swelled silently shut
From the lack of tears this eve –
My shiver, it completely melted
From the glassiness of now –
Copyright © Deborah Simpson | Year Posted 2008
To put an end to the myth that Santa lives in Lapland
Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody knows that
People just say he's from Lapland, cos he’s round and fat.
Well Yorkshire men can be the same they are not all dud
All year on the beer and whiskey, washed down with Yorkshire pud.
Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody in Yorkshire knows that
You say the Lapland Santa, glows warm and are red, and fat.
Well Yorkshire Santa’s have glowing bits, but they keep them out of sight
Except on Christmas Eve when their pants have got too tight.
Santa is a Yorkshire man so stop making such a fuss
A Santa who know what’s what, so you can call on us
If your chimney is too tight, Yorkshire Santa will let you know
He’ll leave your present’s elsewhere, and you will have to go.
To collect you gifts is your own fault if your chimney is too small
Don’t expect him to get up there, he doesn’t want to fall.
A spade is a spade wherever you go Santa will tell you that
If you want to get your presents early, try Ilkley moor barh t at.
They meet there on Christmas Eve to swap gifts and stories too
That’s why they all have glowing bits, I bet you would have too.
He doesn’t have time to mess about, you people should know that
Santa is a Yorkshire man, there’s no more to say that’s that.
Yorkshire folk are know for being down to earth and saying what they see, ie a spade is a spade and not an earth moving device.
Ilky Moor Bar tat a famous Yorkshire Folk song where lovers meet and she chides him for not wearing a hat. The winds of the moor causing death and he will be eaten by worms and so on (google it)
Repost fromLast year.
~GG~ 2011 ©
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012