Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
Fountain of sea, deep in darkness.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.
Resist of playful sounds - thirsting.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing,
and refusing to budge - lines spurn.
Resist of playful sounds - thirsting.
The burn hisses and squeals; smudges.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
And refusing to budge, lines spurn.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The burn hisses and squeals; smudges.
Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
Deck the Halls
Whacked the guy that stole my money
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Jail's the place for you now, sonny,"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Grant you pardon? Kill that notion!"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Toss the key now to the ocean
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Good King Wencelas
Christmas Day has come around
Let's play Dirty Santa
Where your goodwill won't rebound
We'll just go bananas
Be as cheap as we can be
Spend no more than fiver
And I think we all agree
Everyone's a miser
We Wish You A Merry Christmas
A bad girl I've been
Forgive me my sin
Please don't give me charcoal
For the gift swap this year
‘Tis the season for a convention
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Fear and angst and apprehension
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Will the protests turn to riots
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
How to keep those loonies quiet
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
What if there’s an assassination
Fa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la
I hope it’s just my imagination
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Maybe it’s something I just ate
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
But it sure feels just like ‘68!
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
___________________________
DNC = Democratic Party National
Convention, in Chicago this week
'68 = 1968 DNC that erupted into
what the media termed a 'police
riot,' incited by hordes of uncouth,
unkempt hippie and yippie pro-
testors.
Fa, la, la,
the politicians stump.
Blah, blah, blah,
It's Donald Trump.
Oh La la, we've hit a bump.
Shangri-La or Mein Kampf?
Whiz-bang the Frog
Whiz-bang the frog
And Toodles the dragonfly
Sit by the pond
Watching the caddisflies
They sing La Ti Da!
They sing Fa La La!
And then Wah-Wah Woo!
A chorus of Doo Wappa Doo!
They sing with the zebra fish,
Under the moon,
And buzz with the skeeters,
Staying in tune.
Knats strum the reeds
Like beats on a bass,
The crickets chirp in
With tunes from the knotgrass.
Damselflies, water bugs
Harmonize a tone poem
And hum serenades
In drowsy overtones.
Skater bugs scat
All over the pond
While Whiz-bang and Toodles
Lead the pond sing-a-long.
6-3-23
Contest: W T F
Sponsor: John Lawless
According to www.Positive Words that Start with "W," whiz-bang is one word.
Christmas time is close
You asked me how I knew
It's really very simple
There is a major clue
Annoying Christmas songs
Play across the nation
In every single shop
Repeating on rotation
I can't take any more snoopy
And the red baron in his aeroplane
Or grandma run over by a reindeer
Played over and over again
I don't want to deck the halls
With any amount of holly
Or mummy kissing santa claus
While I push the shopping trolley
I just want some peace and quiet
Whenever I leave the home
Next year I'll ask be asking santa
For noise cancelling headphones
Giant ornaments like tumbleweeds, like eye popping bubbles, boisterously released in London streets. Like giant lightweight bowling balls that cavort out of their lanes. The breeze plays volleyball, indeterminate who’s winning. The kids’ winning for sure. Follow the bouncing baubles, unravelling revelation of holiday spirit. Celebration in the streets off to a fa-la-la start.
If this was an episodic Doctor Who, those orbs would mean trouble’s steamrolling in. The tardis’ on high alert. It’s always London! The doctor’s enigmatic scrutiny of exploding rounds and Santas showing up. They’ve weapons too. Watch out! Don’t worry! The Doctor will save you.
11/3/2022
Inspect yourself with growls of jolly
fa la la la la la la la la
Christmas joy to you, no folly!
fa la la la la la la la la
Gone is now our gay sombrero
fa la la la la la la la la
Christmas trees line our hallway narrow
fa la la la la la la la la
Let us dance but have no real fuss
fa la la la la la la la la
Enjoying differences we discuss
fa la la la la la la la la
Christmas day for kin and masses
fa la la la la la la la la
We will share things including glasses
fa la la la la la la la la
See you at grandma’s, when we gather
fa la la la la la la la la
No matter how bad or mean the weather
fa la la la la la la la la
We shall make the best of things for sure
fa la la la la la la la la
To celebrate our Christ so pure
fa la la la la la la la la
Written 12-27-2021
Contest: A Christmas Carol
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Santa Limerick
I had a dream about Santa,
Which was jolly lots of fun.
The gifts he brought sang fa-la-la
Then jumped off the tree where they’d hung
To raid the kitchen for sticky buns!
——————————————————————————————
(c)sally young Eslinger 12/20/21
Merry Christmas to you and yours
:-). oxo
Their matching of pajamas ho hum not.
The Mr. and Mrs. are ho ho hot.
He bares his air rump.
She shares all her lumps.
A fa la la screw before elf’s snapshot.
A snap of his finger and laugh would cost
his job or his boss a one time exhaust -
turn red as he’d yell
not ringing the bell...
Embarrassed, the Mrs. was apt to frost.
A wring of his ear and a kick in snow.
The pole up his gazoo and elf would go
to work in the dark
no walk in the park...
with smile he’d remember the Mrs. glow.
12/4/2020
Christmas Limerick
Sponsor: Alexis Y.
frost - anger
Tis' the season to be giving
(Deck The Halls Chorus)
"Fa la (something) etc......."
A genuine gift comes from
the heart. True " giving "can't
fit in a box.
And it doesn't have a price
tag.
Tags or ok, but don't feel sad
If you can't buy an expensive
gift.
Did it come the heart?
Deck The Halls Chorus)
"Fa la (something) etc......."
Happy Holidays my Soup
Friends. Ho, Ho, Hooooo:) Alexis
Lo, listen to me Maria, Maria;
Oh, this is to you a song from me;
Oh, listen to me Maria;
Singing this song;
Maria sings a merrily;
A song she does sing ever-free
Sing to me,
Singing her song all day long;
While the bells are yet ringing on the hour;
Maria
Lo, listen to Garcia, poet supreme;
Oh, listen to his lyrics, you've no idea what this means;
la la la la, fa la la la
la la la la la la;
la la la la, fa la la la
la la la la la la
Lo, listen to me Maria, Maria;
Oh, this is to you a song from me;
Oh, listen to me Maria;
Singing this song;
Maria sings a merrily;
A song she does sing ever-free
Sing to me,
Garcia writing his lyrics for people to hear them, writes on, right on;
Reciting his verse, Garcia recites his poems very well, so well;
Lo, listen to me Maria, Maria;
Oh, this is to you a song from me;
Oh, listen to me Maria;
Singing this song;
Maria sings a merrily;
A song she does sing ever-free
Sing to me, Maria sing on, sing long, Maria
2/25/70
Written by James Edward Lee 1970, 2019©
Melody through the air
...............
Fly through the flowers than up to the tree
Sit on the Branch the one facing me
Spread out your wings
I’m ready to sing
Let’s do a duet and sing pretty things
We’ll sing about Flowers the moon and the stars
We’ll sing from the morning this day is now are’s
Many will join us the birds and the bees
The flowers will open and spread through the trees
The owl who’s hiding alone in the dark
Will hear fa la la and join other Larks
A humming from you a la la from me
Will bring us together we’ll sing happily
Fa la la la hmm hmm hmm a whistle from others a hoot from another
a magical melody will sound through the air
A beautiful day for us all to share
Fa la la la hmm hmm hmm
Once commenced the fest of feasting and giving thanks for genocide,
‘Tis the season to be jolly to replace our thoughts of suicide.
Santa claws his way into a child’s mind insidiously,
And the air begins to reek again of yuletide idiocy.
The bliss of belief in an ancient hippie turned into a homeless wizard,
Adjoins the joy of gifts from an obese geriatric myth flying in a blizzard.
Eight deer reign behind his ninth whose nose an eightball thaws,
Fa-la-la-la-chainsaw-sounds-that-make-me-gnaw-my-inner-jaw.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
It follows us everywhere we go,
Take a look and ask like Jack, “what’s this?”
And see it’s but blinding capitalism aglow.
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
Court jesters and gay princes dancing
kissing their desires away in Palaces of derision
sinners around, they abound
Jesus will punish them on and all
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
Gay smiles and transgender hugs
all the children dancing
so happy and snug
do no harm, all religion doth sing
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
Hateful preachers
all drowned in the punch
now the reindeer and elf's
have more food for their lunch
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
The Greeks were gay so long ago
they taught us to be open
any goat goes
to the harem of love
do no harm
love all
Abu Nuwas sips his wine
in his tower of Babel so tall
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
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