I can picture a reindeer all harnessed and hitched
I can understand the concept of jolly old St. Nick,
I can listen to Christmas carols playing all day long
But reports of cancelling Christmas make me sick!
Yearly some grinches delight in debunking Christmas
With upsetting stories appearing in the news on TV
But what they plan to accomplish by this deception
Muddies my reception and remains a mystery to me.
written December 7, 2021
The Grinches Christmas
Date: Fri, Dec 4 2015 at 3:32 PM
Coming through "Whoville"
Bout to give these Fools "Chills"
Got Ivan Ooze "Thrilled"
I don't think everyone know "Ghouls" "Real"
Cindy Lou in "Tears"
Cause the Grinch Revenge Severe
The Grinch been plotting for a few "Years"
A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles
Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills
Without checking price tags
He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”
For this is how grinches get their thrills!
*January 3, 2015
Christmas is upon us and a New Year once again.
Where has all the time gone from the now that's turned to then?
While some folks hand out presents, part and parcel of the season,
I've no gift to offer, save for this poor rhyme, with reason.
My yearning for the world, yet most especially those I know
And dare to call true friends, is something harder to bestow...
Or at least a bit more abstract than a package could contain—
Though only grinches would upon receiving those complain.
I want to voice my deepest thanks for friendship's warmth and cheer
That fill the heart with brimming blessings all throughout the year
And ask that Santa give us peace and love in fullest measure,
With happiness thrown in that lasts as memories to treasure.
So, let me say, in my own way, with simple quatrains plain
And unadorned by ribbons, what no poem can explain,
Just Merry Christmas, one and all, and by the stars that shine,
I wish you Happy New Year in these days of Auld Lang Syne!
~ Harley White
pot seeds down the drain
what kind of life force sustained?
mutant monsters with long hair
sleezy & greezy and they don’t care
growing their sewer dope
their purpose, their only hope
started with a few rejects
the kind society simply ejects
those that can’t reside
in this place where you cannot confide
mean ol’ gargoyles with a potent touch
give that stuff a strange rush
then a few more slipped in
alien warriors again and again
no way do these dudes care
make humans tear out their hair
so next time you see a bald guy
will you wonder about his high?
this smoke that grows in your drain
the only thing on Frankenstein Nazi’s brain
‘cause trippin’ in the bowels of this town
guaranteed to bring ya down
they grew it and they do it
each day beneath your street
stoned grinches in a lazy mob
full of the stuff that turns you into a blob
fallen angels with the munchies really bad
hungry for the toque that makes us all mad