Hate December Poems

IT'S TIME FOR CHRISTMAS
It's time for christmas
Let's all rejoice
Look to the heavens
Lift up your voice
Yes it's christmas time
For weak and strong
In a world that's gone...

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Sometimes life is a Still Frame and I know others aren't as Broken As Me. I can Pretend My Pain Away but I can't Just...

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That sweet Christmas announcement, that I'm recalling yet
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Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of...

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I wax poetic as lifeblood imperceptibly doth wane

Mine body electric analogous 
to Google map pronounced 
with arteries and countless varicose vein
visible popping blood vessels ...

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Though their all grown up they still need you for crying out loud
Yet you still ride on that sick cloud
Please don't think I hate you...

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Is it really colder this winter?
Or is the world growing colder towards one another?
Shouldn’t it have been cooler rather than colder?
The sounds of machine guns...

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in electric nightmares of horrors unseen 
we will know the hour of our demise. 
We huddle in fear and terror. 
Something scratches at the door...

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In December (On Life’s Calendar)

My golden years (am I a fool?) span each day of my life,
their lustrous sheen uncompromised by friends that time’s embraced,
friends’...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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One More Delivery

Please wait at the door. 
I told the man holding the package. 
He smiled, 
not unkindly, 
but as patiently as one might expect,...

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december-i disliked you, now i hate you more...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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