They come when Winter folds her Wing—
So soft—the Sky—permits a Stir—
A Silver hush—no louder Thing—
Than Breath—of Visitor—
They neither knock—nor signal—Flame—
Nor speak—save through the Air—
Their Thought—an unseen—subtle Name—
The Human—cannot hear—
Each Year—they mark my humble Door—
With Dust—a Star might leave—
I sweep—and yet—it gleams once more—
A Sign I half—believe—
They ask not Bread—nor Candle’s glow—
But bend—to study—Me—
As if—my Soul—were Specimen—
Of their—Infinity—
the sun cooks the fences
the guards smoke and laugh
men rot behind steel,
stacked like moldy bread.
over one percent
they die—
nobody counts
except the families,
and the dirt.
a body here,
a stabbing there,
sickness in the cells
that medicine never touches.
no cameras come,
no headlines scream.
just a whisper in the dark,
and silence sells better than truth.
Christmas comes every year,
Blesses everyone dear.
The snow comes falling down,
Seen everywhere around.
The tall Christmas tree.
Beautiful for everyone to see.
Beautifully decorated,
By you and me.
Santa Claus precious to behold,
Known from days old.
The elves helping Santa and his sled,
You know stories about Santa well read.
Parents and children gather round,
Presents to be found.
Santa and his sled arrive at
Christmas night,
All is well and right.
What a beautiful sight to see,
Everyone around the Christmas tree.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Z-est
U-ses
E-xcellent
L-itterateur's
K-nowledge
E-very
Y-ear
Topic: Birthday of Zuel Key (November 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
P-oet's
E-uphoric
T-houghts
E-ndorse
R-ighteous
V-erse
E-mploying
A-crostic
L-ines
E-very
Y-ear
Topic: Birthday of poet Peter Vealey (March 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Cats Kill Billions Every Year
By Elton Camp
(Based on a study appearing in Nature Communications)
You think your cat cuddly and sweet
Others may not consider it so neat
Even more than anyone might expect,
On the birds, it’s a devastating effect
Every year, it’s up to three billion they kill
On the bird population, this puts a chill
Over eighty-four million cats folks own
More millions wild cats make birds gone
Up to twenty billions mammals they slay
Chipmunks head the list the experts say
If your sweet kitty big enough could grow
Then YOU might well be the next to go
(I realize some may not like this, but consider googling the article and read it before you decide. Cats delight in tormenting their prey before finally killing.)
G od’s love and all the things He’s given me:
I ntelligence, abilities, free will,
V im for living life, the poetry
I nside me, for the muse is with me still!
N ew life that I’ve been lucky to see grow
G randchildren who keep me on the go!
T he list of what I’m thankful for goes on:
H ealthy fun activities I do,
A nimals I’ve kept as pets - now gone,
N ature, movies, food, the friendships true,
K indnesses shown to me, and the last:
S ouls I’ve loved both now and in the past.
Written 11/20/12
but it applies to every year that I am alive.
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