Best Sugarplums Poems

Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all...

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'Twas the night before Christmas' ...
          And with finances dead,
      ...

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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...

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you spurn ... I burn
    your touch is aphotic nirvana
       a lurid and misty Elysium, pure
...

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Twas the site before Christmas
and all through the place
All the poets were writing
happy thoughts to embrace

They sprinkled each stanza
with seasonal things
Like Santa Claus, candy canes,
five...

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The Gift of Christmas

Some people say Christmas in this present time
Wanders lost
Through flashing ads and tinsel carelessly strung
On an artificial bough.

Some people say the Spirit...

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Children playing in the snow.
       Up and down the hills they go.
Grownups watching like a show.
   ...

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Santa’s Seeing Red

Late one evening up at the pole
Santa was watching TV
He shook his head as he started for bed
After seeing how people could be
All...

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Morning time...waking with sweets in my mouth
cinnamon carameltmarshmellowed out
breakfast cereal Sugar Dynamite
secret prize inside,bestows x-ray sight

Sugar shock,tooth rot,'60s psycotropic lollipops
an infinite selection @ Treat's Sweetshop
its...

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Continued from Part 1....



I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,
He was cloaked in red...

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Rays of sugarplums dance in the sun.
Children’s laughter was heard and enjoyed.
We should teach them to relish life while they are young.

Lights are dancing in...

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Big brothers, big sisters, many of whom
Had never heard the sound of children's laughter
Opening presents on Christmas morn
Planned a summer outing to a local theater

On...

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Domestic beer and cheap cigars 
inflame my lyric flare,  
spark my anxious urge
to create something readable,
splurge into visions of sugarplums,
flights of pure fancy, till...

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Breathing softly in my bed,
Visions of sugarplums, in my head.
Shadows hovering in the night,
Soul awakens, to take flight.
But, I won't scream.
Told not to scream.

Rough hands...

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It’s Christmas Eve
And all through the house
Not a creature is sleeping
Not even a mouse

The stockings still hanging 
Are empty and bare
It’s just a sign that...

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