Father December Poems

Snow had fallen, Christmas Eve morning,
On every rooftop and branch adorning

Burying my rural world in white,
And changing this place overnight

Early, I had wandered out the...

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Yuletide pageant merry go round

Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style 
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart 
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two...

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FATHER CHRISTMAS
Hello farther Christmas,it's your time of year.
To take away our sorrow,and wipe away our tears.
So father Christmas,I hope you will stay.
The longer you're here...

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Giving gifts ~ required boxes are filled ...

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Time it catches up
To all of us I guess
You can try to avoid it
Or enjoy it like the rest
No matter what you try 
Father time...

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When December hit on that one beautiful Sunday it snowed.
Children were quite perplexed , adults too seemed excited.
It was the day marked in the calendar...

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No Roof For Reindeer

The celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a courtin, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en...

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The pink polka-dot nightgown,                     ...

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DECEMBER  MEMENTO 


        My first rank showed to Dad while in standard Nine.
    ...

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Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan

Acknowledgment of birthday gal,
whose invaluable priceless worth
exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars.  

First born of Boyce and Harriet
(both long since deceased,
albeit cremated...

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Revelations
David J Walker

And now I know 
	The certainty 
Of the coming 
	Of autumn 
When these 
young green leaves 
must turn and fall

It is Spring 
	And...

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Sassy calico cat climbed the tree and took it down
Children of the house thought this was a hoot all around
Mother baked herself into a frenzied...

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This December 17th, 2021...

Totally tubular fiction yup,
nevertheless I reflect 
the year (arbitrarily plucked from misty past)
Santa Claus did not show up
courtesy imagination license
cruel as crippled...

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It's the hush of morning calling me,
 the subtle cacophonic echo awakening
discord on windy hallowed eaves
 of distant chimes and church bells ringing;
December singing in...

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November has three syllables like three persons in the Godhead.
It has a similar sound as December and reminds me of twin beds.
Turkeys are nice on...

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