Back when we were small,
Everything felt true
Since at that time
We were experiencing something
Fresh and new.
We didn't pay attention to life's worries;
We didn't care,
For the real world was wide
And our happiness bare.
Our mentors seemed
To have had their lives figured out.
Yet, they were the ones that needed
Proper guidance and bring about.
Every fun, every trip,
Every single memory
Tug at a piece of us;
Something that takes a long time
For recovery.
The day arrived
When the light and hearty pride
That was rooted in our hearts
Disappeared.
For the clock began to sprint
And the easy seasons died
As we stood infront of the real world,
Our innocence denied.
So let us enjoy the moment
Instead of living at a different timeline
Because while we focus on one problem,
This period might also slip by.
I’ve been unashamedly holiday focused,
everything fit together like a puzzle,
all febrile worries were pardoned,
we took haven in our comforts.
I slept shamefully late,
We weaponized fun.
The world seemed parasitology free,
pharmacology, pathology and histology free,
if not entirely anatomy free wink wink
and except for my mom, assessment free.
It’s been great, it’s been Christmas!
But soon, my cares will, again, be fined tuned
by the Gordian knot of learning
and it’s ungentle reckonings.
If it weren’t all asked for - I’d be pissed.
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A Song for this:
Coney Island Man by Swing Out Sister
Holidays can be so rushed.
Sometimes it can be crushed.
Holidays can be great.
This is with a good rate.
Holidays can be happy.
When you don't feel slappy.
Holidays are warm and fuzzy.
Especially when when it is not buzzy.
Holidays are full of love.
God sent from above.
Holidays are memories.
Full of emmeries!
I have a carnival in my head.
And a type of song that botched me.
Opened up my mailbox like a torn up scar.
Teeth and other types of feelings.
I hate when I have Christmas Day.
Old wrapping paper, they don’t care about me.
Underneath that subterranean palace.
The New Year lapses.
I have a carnival in my head!
A dandelion died instead.
I have enough fancy tastes.
The bones won’t go to waste.
I have a ferris wheel breathing and breaking things inside me.
Circles like holidays in my head.
A tourist named Joe from Dundee
Got lost by the bright sunny sea;
He bellowed, “Where is my map?”
Searching, he fell in a trap;
He yelled: “These trips aren`t fun for me.”
Midnight.
Frost etches its score
on every windowpane.
Snowflakes land
with the hush of a page
turned in an old book.
Inside,
radiators hum an old hymn,
off-key,
while the tree stands
mute
in its tinsel robe.
Upstairs,
a child turns in her sleep
dreaming of
sugarplums and sleds.
The tree exhales pine,
needles brushing
the wrapped promises below.
Ornaments sway on their hooks~
tiny bells without tongues.
The fireplace crackles a low,
steady bassline
under murmured
verses of gratitude.
Footsteps soften in the hall,
carrying cocoa,
carrying sleep.
The house settles deeper into the hush.
Christmas Eve leans in,
holding its breath
between the notes.
I want an old fashion Christmas
Like the ones from yesterday
Where families make memories
That no one can ever take away.
The smell of fresh baked cookies
Drifting throughout the house
As Christmas carols jingle
Louder than the sound of a mouse.
Where decorations are handed down
Throughout the many years
From generation to generation
With stories that bring us to tears.
Where Christmas trees smell like pine
And Santa is still very real
And the true meaning of Christmas
Is only something you can feel.
A horse drawn sleigh ride
Bells jingling all the way
Snowflakes dancing to the ground
In a hypnotic sort of way.
I want an old fashion Christmas
Like the ones from yesterday
Where kids still hang their stockings
And Merry Christmas is still what people say.
Where children's eyes shine
At the Christmas lights all around
And laughter and joy
Are truly a blessed sound.
Where homemade gifts
Still come
From the hands and the heart
And family gatherings
Are still the biggest part.
I'm sending love
Hugs and kisses to
Santa, Mrs. Claus, the elves
And the reindeers for
Bringing joy and happiness
To adults and kids this
Time of year
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Morning sun
Out of bed, now I run
Down the hall, to the tree.
standing tall
Gleaming stars with lights shine
and beautifully fall
Presents underneath with tight
bows both big and small
Smiles bright and cheerful hearts a
glow
We can play in the snow
As joy grows
Memories of family come back to me in droves
when the holiday season rolls around.
It's the simplest things of warmth
and togetherness that bring a smile
and flood my heart with cheer.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
As time ticks, the outside woven souls make up our world.
I am in an impregnable world, quite challenging and competitive.
The sun casts shadows through the large windows upon the large study,
where I sit behind my desk, exposing the darkened room.
Trying to ignore the piles of unopened bills.
Feeling overwhelmed, looking at a letter stamped “Final Notice.”
I opened and read it, wishing it would disappear.
The bank's final repossession notice.
Feeling in a downward spiral shell, praying to be rescued.
I put in as many hours working to make everything go right,
but it was just not enough.
Finding myself reaching the nadir of my despair,
I knew now my emotions were hard to conceal.
Reflecting on the beginning, I thought it would be easy;
I was mistaken.
Whispering,
"Lord, if it is your will, please help guide me in this crushing storm I'm in,
and bring the calm of the waves' embrace."
12/1/2025
The holidays are here.
Extra time to enjoy
the fine amenities of home:
the luxury of reading
curled up in front of the fireplace
with a good mystery novel
and all the other fabulous books
I've been meaning to read.
Let it snow! Let it snow!
Dust off the angels
hang the lights and mull the wine
prepare a hundred thousand welcomes
for the season grows merry
and my hunger for it is as sharp as teeth.
Flip the script, turn away tired work,
give play its moment on the throne
let pleasures combine and laughter chime
let much too much be much too little
All else is detour.
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Songs for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_34.mp3
It was one serene December evening.
The dinner dishes done, it was time
for us to put up our feet and rest.
In the valley down below
it was finally peaceful again,
the Christmas rush behind us.
A sigh of relief was heard.
The calm enveloped us,
it was actually palpable.
We knew this was the closest
to blessed peace on earth
as we were ever going to get.
AP: 3rd place 2025
September where have you been?
The June days burnt my smooth skin,
in July it was hot and I needed extra sun screen.
August was fun pool time with us all-in.
Finally lovely September to break-in,
with many wonderful holidays to begin.
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