Christmas comes calling each year around,
Ringing in joy and celebrations profound
A message of sharing wrapped in delight.
Culminating the year in hopes soft light.
What does Christmas mean to me,
Opens a floodgate of memories.
The snowy beard, the bright red hat,
A jolly belly — imagine that!
From distant lands with mystic aura,
Santa arrives — every child’s euphoria.
Candied fruits,
Orange and cinnamon induced,
Plum cakes so rich,
Ginger and nutmeg enriched.
Pine, fir or spruce,
A woody aroma to boost,
Poinsettias add colour and glam,
Enhancing old terraces charm.
Wreaths and mistletoe on show,
Reindeer and Santa in tow.
Christmas stockings, filled and hung with care,
Unwrapping gifts, joy fills the air.
Candy canes and twinkling lights,
Together they usher in delight.
A time to care, a time to share,
To breathe to life each Christmas prayer.
To pen new tales of love and kindness,
And light the world through winter’s brightness.
Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
10 A coal in your stocking!)
A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal
Writing
is but
an escape
for the soul
Freeing
our passions
making
— us whole
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Catalyst that gold doubloom;
Careful, with a clause conquered;
I rebuild what I consume;
I came, I clawed, I conjured;
Savage and soft specks subsume,
potent potion passed and poured;
Dare to cross and drown in doom.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know, with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants to eat somewhere nice.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a friend
And send, something I can spend.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants some jewelry with ice.
Every time you hold out your hand,
I give a contribution for my fellow man.
Every time you ring your bell,
I put a few dollars in your silver pail.
Yo! Santa Buddy, your biggest admirer is me,
But see, my pocket's empty.
Santa Buddy - my lady is so way overpriced!
Imagine the child
Whom on a daily basis
The only validation or commendation
They were ever given
Was that they were told
They were simply , less in fact
Good for nothing at all
You lack the basic concentration and skills
Required to contribute in order
To your own educational progression
A so called educator teacher themselves
Failed in their capacity and duty to read
And take the time to out
To investigate the fine print and clause
Regarding individuality and creativity
Because if they did
They would then save themselves
The future humiliation that lies ahead
When eventually the 1
Who they let slip through their nett
Comes back to haunt and bite them
And they do not only fail to thank them
Or mention them but rather instead
Smile and have a laugh at their expense
Without even having to do much as
Say a word or mention
Their name at all
It's only October but I'm in despair
So I'm writing to old St Nick
My feet are up no care for my hair
In bedroom feeling quite sea sick
I know I'm very blessed today
Even if it's normal pink pain
Years roll on like a test of faith
I STILL bleed like I'm cutting vein.
I have to ask dear Santa Clause
To deliver me one thing early
Take me into menopause
I will showcase a smile so pearly.
No more super bad headaches
No more needs for tampon, pad
No more favorite things ruined, great
No more making him a dad.
He was a gentle giant - towering
Bigger than the notorious Claus
His jolly and joy were never overpowering
His gift was a reminder of grandma’s
He represented Santa - his love the cause
Who shall
deck the hall
With Santa's
favourite pall?
When he shows
with his shoulder store
Ours, he shall bless
from his finest stall.
Who shall tell
the king's course
That 'Ologbojo'
is not a Santa Claus?
The Roman sort
we crave for
Not 'Adio' in
the spirit form.
Do the games you play exist?
Do your fantasies exist?
Is Star Trek real?
Is your dream of a new home real?
Dreams are all that little children have
Why take them away?
Yes, Santa Clause is real!
(I just had the worse experience of my lifetime, last night a mother who is a friend of mine told her little boy on Christmas Eve there was no Santa Clause which is up to her not me. I was outside and he came up to me and ask me if Santa was real, I really didn’t know what to say the only thing I could think of saying is: He lives in your heart and he smiled, why do people take dreams away form little children who have fantasies and dreams?)
If Santa Clause isn't real then stop putting up Christmas Trees and getting the little ones hopes up!
After their work at the North Pole was done,
Santa Claus and Frosty wanted some fun.
Off to downtown they did go
to take in a Disney Show.
Santa called out the reindeer one by one.
Candy, popcorn, and drinks they did partake.
At intermission - need for bathroom break.
Santa gave a squeal of fright;
he screamed a warning that night
where Frosty hands were now only a flake.
11/30/2018
10 10 7 7 10 , 10 10 7 7 10 syllable count
Santa Claus is busy in a Mall
But he will need YOUR help after all
To help meet his goal
Send one lump of coal
So Donald Trump can build his own wall
*SOS= "Save Our Sleigh"
.................................THE NEWINGTON PRESS.........................................
VOLUME VVII NEWSWORTHY EDITION
$1.85 .......... STREET EDITION
June 10, 2001
by Gaffa Dame
reporting from the
Florence Palace Picture Show
the concession stand
venue show features many
variables in modern
culinary arts. styles
and cuisines from
many different cultures,
from all parts of the world.
difficult taste made simple,
by chefs who know
what they are doing.
Worlds combined together
to create and recreate that
" good ole fashion flair using
modern techniques and styles.
We serve turkey pochinni, algone' and
beef buise' and some pork and fish Brouise'
and some recipes that will make you
crawl and beg the chef for the recipe!!
get off your knees and dine type dishes!
FEAR NOT THE CLAUSE
There is no cause to fear the clause
It has no teeth, has no sharp claws
Though analysis may give you pause
Dissect it, then you’ll be the one to dictate
It has a subject, and predicate
But a usual function subordinate
It does neither state nor interrogate
It's a delegate with aid to dispense
It may have a pronoun and a verb with tense
And might be inclined to make a pretence
But while it may have a where or when sense
It’s not a true sentence; although a key stone
Lest it's the MAIN clause self determined, alone
A patrician of syntax up high on a throne
As a sentence support like a vertebra bone
Put in its right place could give words a revivali
So direct the clause, noun, adverb, adjectival
Do not be concerned, it won’t risk your survival
And make it act as your aide, genitival
There is no cause to fear the clause
I CAN WRITE YOU A LETTER
I CAN DROP YOU A LINE
I CAN DRAFT YOU A MEMO AND
I KNOW IT WOULD BE FINE
BUT THE PAPER I LACK
IS WHAT'S GIVIN' ME PAUSE
GOT NO CONTRACT TO SIGN
I’M A REBEL WITHOUT A CLAUSE
I DON'T WANT AN AFFIDAVIT
WANT A LICENSE NOW TO WED
WAIT, NO MORE EXCUSES
NEED THAT MARRIAGE CLAUSE INSTEAD
I REALLY DO WANT YOU
AND THAT WHITE PICKET FENCE
BUT WILL YOU MARRY ME SUGAR
OR WILL YOU JUST RUN DEFENSE
NOW MY MAMA SURE TOLD ME
INK THE DEAL FROM THE START
YOU WANNA BE LEGAL WITH
ALL AFFAIRS OF THE HEART
BUT SHE SURE DIDN’T TELL ME
THAT LOVE FOLLOWS NO LAWS
AND NOW I FIND THAT I AM JUST
A REBEL WITHOUT A CLAUSE
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