the night before Christmas
the ultimate book
read the eve of Christmas
us kids all peeking a look
the night before Christmas
we all laugh at "arose with a clatter"
the world is perfect now
nothing is the matter
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wallet open wide~
coins clatter like laughter
on the sidewalk's tongue
Let us waltz in the moonlight
where the scatter bugs bleep
there we shall twinkle
and occasionally leap.
For are we not nice.
cheesy as Gruyère,
vim full of chuckles
and devil-may-care,
and if you being dinky
do never not mind
we are thin in the front
and fat behind.
Elastic,
and orgiastic
we will blitz out on cherries
lips so juicy and red.
footing drunkenly sideways,
and so, to bed.
Clatter of happiness fatten our ears with/
Spirited praises & glorifications.
Drums - alto saxophones - eject contents
Of heavenly beats & lyrics / Our feet know too many dance steps- As attestation to the lord
For the bell of another year jingle to our witness in glorious shape.
Hubbub of crackers strip the air off its scent - nothing smells but A Roasted Pork Sausage
The "Gbo-a" of a new year sends concern to the weak health of old mama(s) & papa(s)
The outcry threaten the ears of little babies/ Revealing Toothless smiles to the multiple colors birthed by the awful crackers
With our happiness tonight - won’t God’s ears be deafened by our noise?
December winter, the night peace broken.
Pulling in a deep drag, a wee sound spoken,
Unseen considerable distance, recurrent roar
Of a train's vibration snaking on the rail score
A serpent devouring the expanse of space,
With its deafening thundering roar race
Of its whistle warnings, the closer it nears.
Approaching road crossing the ditch lights appear,
Metal wheels rhythmic clatters over the rail ties
As it flies by, if saying, Hello. Good-bye.
1/3/2021
Could Hear the Clatter
could hear the clatter
black lives should always matter
have seem them scatter
Jim Horn
was cat him or her
who around they could clatter
And like to chatter
Jim Horn
Chatter and Clatter
A lot more chatter;
Now what has been the matter?
Trump growing fatter.
Which one is bigger?
Criticism hair trigger
Or you go figure.
Smallest brain of all;;
President who does appall;
Like a baby bawl.
Does any of this
Sound awfully familiar
Or else similar.
Jim Horn
Such a clatter in the tree tops
above, what a fuss you're making
on this most cloudy spring day.
As cool breezes gently blows through
your feathers, watching you as you
fly away; wondering was it worth it all,
just enjoy this beautiful day as
I'm doing.
Written 6-1-11
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