There once was an Asian chic named Holly
In the back room she was everyone’s dolly
She’d jump on your lap
And give you the clap
And then say ‘she very solly!’
Still trying to compute
The world around she
And looks so minute
A proper little dolly
Her smile hwr attribute
Makes people jolly
And their is no dispute
Image of her mum deferntly
No one one quite as cute
As could then be
And this a tribute
To my niece holly
Taken bits from poem
Zachary a tri bute to niece
Holly 2005 2012......
What do you mean her hair is holly berry?
This does not computer said her cousin Little Jerry
Wait until you see her, and make your judgement then
“It really is holly berry!” he said, the fantasy can now begin.
What fantasy? I asked, because I did not know about his dream you see
This holly berry faerie is what he had been dreaming of since age three
They ended up being a couple until her pointed hair got in the way.
“Her holly berries poked me in the eyes, so I simply could not stay “
Holly beak bird had a soprano voice that carried sixty miles
She had a beak that seemed to be full of laughing smiles
Party givers paid her big bucks to come by and sing
Many households reaped the benefit of her ting-a-lings
Holly elf was dancing with baby Rudolph around the tree
We did not know that his nose was going to turn red as a stop sign said Lee
Lee was one of the hardest working elves at the North Pole
He had traded all of his time for this life, it was embellished on his soul.
Rudoph had no idea that he was special, his blinker had not come in yet.
Right now he was enjoying his babyhood as Holly elf’s favorite pet
Next year it would be different, but for now, we all had a fine Christmas day.
A year before Rudolph would be leading the herd and Santa’s sleigh
the new technique gave Nancy the looks she was striving for
Her hair looks like holly berries, said her doggie, Thor
That is what she was after said the cat who is always smug
The tips were pointy, when I gave her a tiny hug
Thor stared at Nancy’s hair as it walked down the street
Red and green hair, how could that be beat?
It was nearly Christmas week, after all
Her new hair was holly berries, pointy, colorful and tall
Holly twirled ‘round fancy soirees,
Paul sighed at her champagne clichés.
She thought love was a Tiffany box,
He knew it was more like odd socks.
Holly Golightly is the naïve, New York City socialite character in Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
christmas holly
shiny glossy pointed leaves
poisonous fodder
The great big oak tree casts off his coat while the rest of us put ours on,
Throwing down the golden-brown piles of spiky leaves,
A dance floor for the couple everyone’s talking about.
It’s their time now, their time in the pallid sun!
And sure, Holly might make a scene, berry-ripe in snow, like children’s faces,
But her slender partner really steals the show.
Ivy’s green, she winds, she twists, she makes her place secure – winds both ends at one go.
And oak and ash don’t mind her creeping up and down – they know.
They know as well as you and I
That when the summer’s in the sky
And flowers are all in bloom,
Ivy dies before the trees. Her time comes all too soon.
Hopin' and flyin' high
Still somethin' was amiss,
Just you know why ...
It had to end like this
Not fade away a shining star
With three million records sold,
Yet, silent fell his guitar ...
And, glasses rest infold
A sound never to be heard
Soon after that final show,
Boy, give us a clue, a word
Maybe one day we'll know
What happened that dark night
Over a quiet field of corn,
Lost in a flurry of white ...
Then found early the next morn
Ever altered by what he gave
Things change and time flies,
Rock n' roll, rant and rave
And still the music never dies.
Charles Holley aka Buddy Holly
had a rock'n roll music style by golly
Peggy Sue* & That'll Be the Day
still the best to jive& sway
A Holly Day in May
the building is eerily empty today, everybody
has gone to the beach, even those in wheelchairs
I sit on the verandah in the hope of tanning
my scalp looks so white in the bathroom mirror
I used to sit in the sun and get a deep tan
which gave me skin cancer
Do the Gaza people sit in the sun away from their
tents, now bombed, because Gaza has nice
beaches and turquoise water.
The Israel monster regime keeps killing Palestinians
daily, 60 here and 40 there
It has been noticed, that more Jews are leaving
Israel, then newcomers to this Paradise of evil
I went to the pharmacy yesterday and wanted to buy
a self-tanning product, the person who served me
came from Congo, shamefully, I lost my nerves
and bought aspirins.
My wife, born in Kinshasa, said I was a racist
Once, when she was a stewardess, she met
the fabled Roger Moore, I say no more but has
a nice-looking daughter
I read Joe Biden talking about ********, maybe
he wished for one
We all have sexual fantasies, a curse for old men
Oh, holly tree, friend to me,
with scarlet berries to see
that delight my eyes to feast
as winter’s dearth so released.
To rest my head upon leaves
of evergreen, glossy sleeves -
spiny foliage shall seek
to hide ruddy breast and beak.
Melody of song I call
for you with snow’s silent fall,
and I, messenger of hope,
shall brighten days of white scope.
Sacred for peace and goodwill,
bringing warmth to season’s chill,
forever so shall you be -
Oh, holly tree, friend to me!
She shivers under a thick blanket
twisted limbs seeking sympathy
she envisions twinkling lights
and the cinnamon scent
of Christmas candles
watching lovers’
mistletoe
kisses
melt
~ * ~
hush
nearby
approaching
snowy footsteps
and loving whispers
puffs of billowing breath
the joy of two newlyweds
searching for holiday spirit
as heavy branches sigh in relief
From Holly
Dear Oliver, how long has it been?
Sixty plus years have grown between us.
We were seven or was it eight years old
but we were madly in love—remember?
I would wear my hair over the shoulders
long and straight, just the way you liked it.
I changed desks just so I could sit next to you.
Our lunches were a heavenly half-hour when we
would discuss our wedding plans.
You were always such a terrible speller-I
always had to help you—remember?
My penmanship was so neat and precise and yours
so sloppy, the teacher would make you rewrite
all of your assignments. I would giggle.
When you would ride bicycle past my house I would
always come look for you. I knew you would ride by
my house on purpose. I was looking forward to going
through our school years together. Then,
you moved away.
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