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.
sea holly
growing in a garden
pollinators
Holly
By Michelle Morris
10/09/2022
The Holly leaves shine brightly
Under the dappled sunlit woods
Mysterious and silent
Alone and misunderstood
Sacred and compelling
As the thorny crown and blood of Christ
A symbol of fertility
And eternal life
Peace and goodwill blessings
Christmas and wintertime
So much gratitude is given
By mythology and religious tomes
Inspiring creativity and endurance
Throughout the darkest days
Holly is a reminder
To focus on your greatness
The Holly leaves are also simply
Beautiful and green
A quiet reminder to me
That life is a constant blessing
So much spirituality and meaning
So many blessings to us all
The Holly tree is an evergreen symbol
Forever in this changing world
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Holly had always wanted to ride a bike.
But her body was ravaged with cancer from a young age.
She had never been strong enough to ride one.
Her life was filled with radiation treatments and injections.
When she passed her grandmother said “She is riding a bike now”.
And she was.
Underneath the Hollywood smog
A poodle may doodle your dog
Without some restraint
The Pope ain't a saint
So Hells Angels sleep with their hog
* * * NOT HEADED FOR A CONTEST * * *
Jolly Holly wanted nothing more than to fish
In her entire life, she had made only one wish
All I need is a boat
One that will stay afloat
She had never been described as a sexy dish
Holly had other attributes. She sure could cook
And no one else was better at baiting a hook
With minnows and grubs
She stayed out of pubs
Because most men never gave her a second look
There was an air about her... not a pleasant one
It was a fishy smell that fellers liked to shun
Then one day she met Gus
A man, big as a bus!
He looked at Holly and said, "Take me fishin, hon."
Wasn't long, 'fore Gus moved in with Jolly Holly
The fished all day and made love each night, by golly
He married that lil lass
On a boat, catchin' bass
Got a collie and twin girls, Molly and Polly
Holly did not communicate with people in a social way.
They interested her in almost no capacity, but cows fascinated her.
She decorated her room with cows, and she studied all their breeds.
This is how her parents learned to communicate with her.
Is this a dairy cow? Holly would scoff at their questions.
That is a Charolais, she would tell them, using her monotone voice.
What color is the Black Angus? She had no tolerance for this.
She did not understand teasing or a sense of humor.
The oldest recorded cow was forty-eight, right?
You know she was, and her name was Big Bertha.
When did she die? Sepember 29th, 1993.
Holly grew up knowing all kinds of facts about cows.
She knew the difference between Belted Galloways
and Wisconsin dairy cows.
Cows have panoramic vision, she would state matter-of-factly.
They can see almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees.
She invented many machines that aided in milking cows.
An improved milking machine with a gentle touch.
And she invented a musical score that helped them relax to milk.
Her genius was well-known in the Midwest, she knew her cows.
Holly McGilly was mean and rude to her mother today
Justice, the old honest hen heard her and was blown away
I will make that rude teenager take her rude words away
She took Holly down in the barnyard that day
She clucked on her head and she spit on her chin, so soft.
She rolled her in pig manure, and knocked her glasses off
She tromped her with her talons and she pecked her with her beak.
The rooster knew better to call her off, so the animals did not speak.
Your mother is terrific, kind and wonderful, the hen said.
Next time you hurt her feelings, you are going to wind up dead.
Holly ran back to apologize in triplicate to her mother that day.
But the second she turned eighteen, she moved far far away.
Oh robin you so symbolize,
The spirit of Christmas cheer,
The chirpy way you bob about
At this festive time of year.
A Merry Christmas we exchange,
Our eyes through holly meeting,
Worth more to me than worldly-goods,
That warm unspoken greeting.
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