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I know it’s cold up north for you
It’s flipping cold down south as well
Though we’re poles apart in so many ways
You up north and me down south
There’s still that draw to you
Because of your magnetic attraction you see
Just wondered if you fancied a holiday somtime
Couldn’t we just say; meet in the middle at the equator one day
As you slide south down over me your heart and honey pot will warm
As I slide up north under you my winky and cockles will thaw
You’ll hear them say
Did the earth move for you darling or was it just an earthquake.
What they don’t know, it was just a couple of poles “coming together” in the middle one day.
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A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
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Love un-required of a mistletoe, Un-lived by a holiday
Such that it is shown, On a day to day
A unique sense of two, Lighting each others way
A Fire burns, Needless of water to douse
If compared to water, I'd gladly drown
In a sea lit with red, A carpet he spreads
As if I'm the only one, He claims my fame
He is my Paparazzi, Therefore to him I show off my frame
Still photos embedded, In our brains
To die and be alive, for a love we claim
I walk upon the clouds, Never looking down
For he is my sky, in all of weathers renowned
Unpredictable despite being predicted, Told with Time
He is mine, like a winters blues
Left wants of cuddles, In warmth that soothes
In his summers, I am the rays
Sun kissed Skin, his body I bathe
You and I, Our daily holiday!!!!
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I'd never need a holiday
If you were by my side
Every day would be like one
For me from your provide
I wouldn't want a break from you
You'd be at my right hand
But if you'd need a break from me
That's fine, I'd understand
It's just that you're so special
In all the years I've lived
I've never met another who
Might want all I could give
I wouldn't be a nuisance
I wouldn't cling to you
But I know that all the things you like
Are things I'd want to do
I'd even go to Sheep and Wool
To pick out pretty yarns
I'd try my skill at knitting
And start with both our hearts
I'd learn to code a program,
To make a small website
That utilizes MailChimp
Then try with all my might
To understand just what's the Cloud
And why it works and such
I'd want to be your right hand too
Because I love you much
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With foggy mind
and matted hair
My feet adorned
the holiday pair.
One red, one green
at Christmas time
when eventually, I'd lose...
my mind.
I wish I could make
Some sense of it all
I shuffled along
Down the dimly lit hall.
The loss in my spirit
The pain in my heart,
I loved you my friend ...
til death due us part.
I'll miss how you smiled
With bright, white teeth
Laughing along in this world
Great joy to those you meet.
But today I will say
my last good-bye,
Until we meet again
that twinkle in your eye.
Now I'll gather my thoughts
Ask my mind to clear
I'll never forget how
You died that year.
Then removing the slippers
walking straight out the door
Good-bye my friend
May our sorrow be no more.
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2022
(Dedicated to Lisa)
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right before christmas
we eat a hearty breakfast and share raindrop memories
we both know that tomorrow may not be filled with yuletide bliss
we pray together for snow, laughter, and the remaining
we cry together when we think about what could come
mistletoe is the theme of possible finality
poinsettias is the hope that the joy of miracles is still believable
we wait by listening to free jazz and drinking swiss miss with the marshmallows
we stare at the view of the intracoastal waterway while conjuring up poems about tears
we sing songs from the 50s and early 60s to dissipate some of our many fears
now it is midnight and i hold you close to me....our heartbeats kissing rhythmically
we whisper merry christmas to each other and remain stock still
wondering what the next year will bring, she reaches for a gift to give to me
i tell her no need, she is the gift that i will treasure forever....
for everyday with her is a holiday....
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what's a little bit of love from a big part of me
if it makes you smile for a while and you are digging my style
if i made your day better, then i will shower you with a love so unconditional
you make my day better everyday without even trying
open the home of your heart and let me show you how much it is appreciated
i will prepare your favorite dish....whatever it is that day
i will even attempt your favorite dessert
let's admire the view of the natural surroundings and converse until we lose the battle with sleep and nod off
as long as i am with you, the holiday will never end....even on workdays
i just want you to know each and everyday that you are appreciated
each morning i whisper a barely audible but exclamatory 'Thank You' in your ear
what you have come to mean to me is worth more than material beauty and the simple subject
your worth is what i admire and love about you most
please accept this plethora of love from little ole goofball me
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merry christmas
hope you dig the flowers this year
nobody talks to me anymore
i sometimes pray for something symbolic to converse with
merry christmas
the ice is falling aggressively and it hurts
fond memories of you makes me blind, deaf, and impervious
i oftentimes pray for an alternative world where my smile and conversation means something
happy new year
i am so frozen right now that i feel so warm
the effervescence of your presence uplifts ever after all these years since
i regularly pray for a vibe inspired universe where the law is love and hate is punishable by death with no appeals or exceptions
happy new year
a sudden light shines on my with a smile undefined by the modern world's standards
oh how i wish i could give you a big old southern hug and then just take a trip to our favorite beach where Charlie awaits
i always pray for survival in the form of moving on in the new normal world that we now live in
until your birthday, enjoy the holiday season
you will Always Forever be on the cusp of my mind and my heart
wishing you were here so that you could comfort me and alleviate the fullness of my fear
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Epic
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that could be you
sometimes you don't
know what you got
till you loss them
now you cry with lips
full of regret
cos that could be you
the one you see now
laying beside me
yeah that could be you
now on holiday with me
I wish you realise before
you wouldn't have let go
so stop crying
that could be you
sometimes the value of
what we have speak better
values when it gone
no wonder now you are depressed
you never imagined I could move on
you never knew I could be this serious
you thought life is always your way
you never learn to listen
I hope you do now
cos the one lady you saw
kiss my lips
could be you
the lady I got drunk on her birthday
could have been you
if only you listen
if you were humble
and now I hear your
best friends wisphering
to you saying
that could be you
that could be you
sometimes life could
make us lose what values
more to us to put us
in a state of humbleness
I hope you will be humble
to your new guy
is better for you
if not that could be you
in my arm now
that could be you
walking down the road with
me in love
that could be you on another
trip with me
that could be you
under safe roof with me
I hear you wisphering
you still in love with me
but baby sorry am far
gone
cos the woman you see with me
today I know you Still wish if
that could be you
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If she only knew what she could do?
We all see the problems that have blemished our door
Missed holiday dinners where she left an empty plate
Promises that were never kept
Most of us would never dare to speak of it away from the family
But I must dare to speak of her it hurts my heart so
She left on a trip to nowhere and didn’t look back
Sure she thinks we are stupid blind at that
All her lies and phony tales trying to hide the unbalanced scales
Her dreams failed to see her through so the pills just grew
They grew a place to hide away from us
They grew a place to settle at best
But now they’ve taken over her life
She fights with everyone she once cherished and enjoyed
She has grown to be more and more demented
And the constant need for drama and disorder
The younger members in the family don’t ask for her anymore
She just drops off presents when she feels like it at our doors
No warm family interaction it’s just too hard for her to do
Why she needs to save her energy for her family in a bottle that just grew
She’s always conniving and planning to take something for free
While she settles for less and goes on a taking spree
If she only knew what she could do with a prayer from God?
Her addiction would break through
And we’d be a family not split, and not so captive and blue
Written for the Unmentionables contest by Debbie Guzzi
(This poem was about my sister’s addiction to pills!)
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lips like wet Vagina
if am good
they talk
if am bad
they talk
they always wet
their mouth with
their spit through their
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
if i live they will talk
if I fear to live
they will talk
if I talk they will talk
if I don't talk they will talk
they love to talk
their lips are always wet
like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
on my issues their lips
remains always wet
I wonder what time they
got to waste
I guess they lake water(common sense)
that why always their
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
I write they talk
if I don't write
they can still talk
I sing my heart beat
they feel me yet they talk
if am silent they still talk
I can't here them quite
not for once in a while
they are use to talking
their lips are always wet
like a horny lady
about to hit my rod
in a high state of
talking confusion
through my sweet
wet
lips like her wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
if am brave they talk
if am calm they talk
if am proud they talk
if am humble they talk
if am intelligent they talk
if am dumb they talk
they have no holiday
their lips knows no stop time
always they are with
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
I thank God am not perfect
am happy at least am human
I got a heart and I never
want to live without my soul
my desire is not difficult
my dreams accommodates
all humanity all mankind
to live with the greatest gift
of nature of God
what more is more than a life
of peace happiness joy
in an atmosphere of love
this has been my poems
this has been my crime
this has been my opinion
yet they still talk me down
to their wet
lips like wet Vagina
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My heart torn apart by a love gone south, poorly taped together with blow and green,
Methaqualone was the only spackle of my survival
Lori was smart to leave, for her own safety, health and welfare, the blue eyed boy’s
corneas now gray, his soul was no more
When it’s too late, it’s too late, good intentions and lofty promises, even on the best
parchment, are hardly grounds for a revival
Escaping from an illicit, illegal, immoral web of dysfunction and dishonesty, she needed
to run, for her I was a man just to abhor
In deep denial was I, awaiting for the sun to drop, before I opened my special jar of Rohr
seven fourteens, I didn't really have a problem, just lonely despair
A broken heart mended with ludes, is just a valve-less pump, intoxicated, numb and still
broken with no hope
So soon a new life she had, word got around her name was to change, A big diamond and a
picket fence, so quick was her repair
Self pity…delusion…and lonely sadness, I could barely go on, my life changed not, the
contraband I slang lined my pockets, no more was I, than a selfish mope
Ten more years of the same old crap, a new love, romance, a hostage here a hostage there,
until they figured out a looser in disguise was I
Once on a spiritual quest, the blue eyed boy wasn’t all bad, just got high to ease the
pain, a pain that knew no salve, in the end so gray had the forsaken son become, shrouded
in the free base cloud
A change of zip code, incognito and ashamed, different climate and different trees, oh so
lonely and alone, sadness, madness, tears and fears…no one really knew, not even I
A quick Xmas holiday visit, I was back in town, upon the Greyhound I arrived, not wanted
around, my showing up was the party’s dread, my silent screams could be heard aloud
Friday, January 86, on death’s threshold, one last deal, one last gram, one last cloud,
paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
I awoke that morning, He was in the room, I heard His beckon, He held my hand, Providence
was found, a moment of clarity had I, I am now free
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Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix
Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief
A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones
With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear
Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn
Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry
God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss
How we found it I will never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years
To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair
Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall
Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun
Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit
Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last
By Karla Null~Godsgift~
Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~
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