December Poems

December 7th 1941

December 7th 1941 
Japan invades Pearl Harbor. 
Another useless war. 
Attack on American soil. 
Surprise military strike on December 7th 1941. 
Oahu, Hawaii, a neutral area. 
7:48 am with 354 fighters in the air. 
Dive bombers, torpedo bombers. 
2,400 Americans from our Military were killed. 
The damage is done. 
For what reason? 
War was provoked.

Christmas In July

I'm sorry I didn't bring 
roses to your funeral. 

I brought a Christmas 
wreath instead. 

I didn't want to symbolize 
your withering, 

I wanted to represent your 
eternity, 

and the joy you brought 
others instead.

For Felix

I went to drink 
coffee at one of those 
cute little coffee-drinking 
places, and I couldn’t 
help but think of 
you. 

I tried 
not to. 

But then, 
the waiter/ 
barista/ whatever 
you call them had to 
come and give me 
my drink. 

It had a flower in it, 
a tulip - 

made out of 
whipped

The Postman

He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I sign the delivery paper and reach out for the
Package.
He is

Listening To Silence

Looking out the window
I didn't see a sound
Nothing out there moving
The world on solid ground

No birds were out there singing
No rustling of the leaves
Is the river flowing
But silent as a breeze?

Was I really seeing
The absence of all sound?
Or was I only hearing
The silence all around?

WTC Remember Temba

Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded

Saffa gaffers did thrill 

Willow wielding wizards of Oz

Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas 

Festooned spill just like Seville .


Must remember..the ember burning

Yearning of Temba Bavuma

Kept his sense of humour

Despite being the victim of flimsy whimsy


Many a nasty rumour

I implore you to ignore the tumour 

That is Michael Vaughan…dim..grim

Pompous pig or obnoxious prig 

Having a

DECEIT IS A SILENT KILLER

Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.

Like her
She crowned me with tender lies
Draped in robes of sweet illusion
And I, the fool, saw no disguise.

I was blind
To the poison in her touch
Too drunk on the way she smiled
Too far gone to feel the

see the sun pop out

sky glows cloudy bright
edges of clouds melt away
elegant exit

teach those clouds lesson
Helios god of the sun
everlasting warmth

shine your brilliance
upon us that we might see
night has stayed too long

playing hard to get
overcast like wet cotton
put my prayer to shame

or get better gods
Uranus might help me out
turn this day around

December

December
 I’m ready for cooler weather.
 Can’t wait to see the snowfall in December.
 With pretty lights flashing from the Christmas tree.
 Looking at the presents you could only wonder what it could be.
 We all should drink some warm apple cider.
 Sitting on the ledge next to the fire.
 I remember driving at night

To Karin: Brandenburg Gate

Like some dark frail bird
she quivered and fluttered
there at my door
one dark cold Advent night,
swearing to return
come the new year
with a photo of Brandenburg Gate.

Arms, hands, fingertips, eyes,
then nothing between us
but electrified space –
her light tread descending the steps –
my heart drawn downward
by the diminishing sound.

Sometimes still my heart is snared
between winter
a swirling hem
and Brandenburg

December 3, 2000

To my complacent Ms. Crane

I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to

December 10th, 1830

December 10th, 1830
 Born Dec. 10th, 1830.
 Beautiful poetry.
 E.E.D.
 Lived in solitary.
 Known for so many poems.
 From Amherst, Massachusetts.
 Her life is isolated.
 Had one brother and one sister.
 Greatest poet ever lived.
 Emily Dickenson.
 Passed away on May 15th, 1886. (age 55)
 One faded picture.
 Over 1,000 poems.
 Vigorous writer in the

The Date and Calendar

"Nothing changes but the date on the calendar." By Poet

We love our pretty calendars holding our favorite pictures. 
Many pictures of cute animals,
some of majestic land or sea views. 
Each month changes with new pictures to enjoy. 
We circle the dates we need to remember,
never wanting to forget our appointments or events. 
I like to

Purple Dreams In Other Realms

 
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,     
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !

stars

Post This Letter For Me

            We are walking on the fine lines
            That connects to the other side
      Its exterior is very thin and you need 
A giant telescope to document all

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