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Verizon payment arrangement -
due november fifteenth two thousand nineteen
Yours truly long time
satisfactory Verizon customer
i.e. namely this monsieur
breathes easy, cuz within noggin
contentment doth whir
billing agent pleasant as
Mister Rogers neighbor.
Great relief pending bill
$148.80, she did defer
'pon my explaining
lack of adequate funds
I did forthrightly inform her
social security disability
electronically deposited door
ring first week of next month
and without dad dough of shout for sure
upon being told, I got no cell phone,
she (courteous billing representative)
waived attendant fee
reflexive generous extempore,
such simple random act of kindness
suffused within me to core
of central processing unit
circuits comprising fatherboard decor
rum lit up analogous to Christmas tree
generating sense and sensibility of euphoria
buoying spirits in severe contrast wherefore
once pawn time... couple nights backs,
I got attacked courtesy small escritoire
after losing balance attempting to stand
from crouched position immediately more
than less unsteadily, veritably, wobbly...
fell back felt desk corner explore
right side ribcage felt brunt edge bore
ring into body, yet
dressed to keep warm
blunt right angle wood frame did score
jabbing, nearly goring thru jacket
feeling searing pain shoot pour
sting as if struck with lightning
resigned to crawl crablike fore
word bracing lower body
while daggers of agony
did not lesson, I did implore
in vain sincerely your deplore
hubble basketcase - reed
no repeat performance nor encore!
Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me
So I load up the sleigh with the dog and the kids
The old beat up station wagon I drive
On the hunt for this years perfect tree
We'll be lucky if we make it back home alive
As we jingle all the way to the local tree farm
Six kids and a dog singing at the top of their lungs
With only twelve days left before Christmas
My Ho, Ho, Ho, is already long gone
Picking the best tree out within our budget
My wife says Charlie Brown would be proud
I ask smarty pants Mrs. Santa what she meant by that
She'd rather not say with the little elves around
Before an argument even ensues
I've lost the battle before I hit the front line
You wonder how I'm so confident of that
The same thing happened last year at this time
As I struggle to get the tree off the roof of my jalopy
While Jack the dog in the frost is nipping at my toes
I fall to the ground with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
Waking up to the dogs frozen tongue stuck up my nose
Finally with the tree set up in the front parlor
I notice it leans bad to one side
Taking my chainsaw to alleviate the problem
The gas fumes kill my kids parakeet out right
With Hobby Lobby open late for the holidays
I was able to purchase the product I need
Working late into the wee morning hours
I did a good job shellacking the parakeet
I'm not sure that my kids even noticed
Or brought up the question what for
But they sure like the shinny new ornament
Hanging next to the hamster that disappeared the year before
Well, I survived another preparing for Christmas
As subconsciously I'm being led
To wrap myself in last years present "The Snuggie"
And dream of those sugar plums dancing in my head
When she wrapped around the tinsel of gold,
The bare branches bowed around the Christmas tree,
And lo! It was a proud sight to behold
With coloured paperchains carefully rolled,
The honour was bequeathed at the age of three,
When she wrapped around the tinsel of gold
Small soft hands dipped in baubles new and old,
A jumbled wild glittered decorating spree,
And lo! It was a proud sight to behold
Each Christmas we watched adornment enfold,
Lifting our diligent little working bee,
When she wrapped around the tinsel of gold
Final touches, un-coordinated, yet bold
Animated eyes reflecting sparkle and glee,
And lo! It was a proud sight to behold
Now that our brightest star has left the fold,
Like each tree, we remember what used to be,
When she wrapped around the tinsel of gold,
And lo! It was a proud sight to behold
24/11/22
Sponsor: Constance La France
Write a Christmas poem contest
Pine needle ashes in reruns
Each breath hurts,
in my chest and in my mind
Such a poor example of life,
this heaving flesh,
up and down, corrugated movements inside my shirt,
not even a consistent rhythm
You see it mirrors my heart (a broken metronome)
in silent convulsions
that no one sees
and I become the fool, the giggles from the back row,
that guy picking his nose in the car
thinking he is invisible,
like that cloud on the horizon
attempting to sneak past the sunset
without being noticed…bright florescent pink
But I have always been this fool,
I fall, I get up only to fall again…
you would think I would have learned by now
My fingers hurt as
they move about the keys
in interrupted design patterns
finding small lettered squares (shapes)
pushing up, harder than I push down,
but not because of the action…
it is the words, all of these words
thoughts, ideas, dreams, just as a
Christmas tree in a fireplace,
up in smoke…though slower, more painful…
pine needle ashes in reruns, always reruns
**Just a poem, not a state of mind. :)
Christmas puts wonder and joy into my heart.
I turn five when I see bubble lights on a Christmas tree.
I turn ten when I roll out sugar cookies.
I turn twelve when I dress up in a pretty red and green dress.
Christmas reminds me to be playful and childlike.
Christmas carols have me singing loudly as I drive too fast.
Christmas takes me back to being a child, bringing mixed memories.
I did not get The Little Remo Red Spinning Wheel. I was devastated.
I had overheard my mother ordering it for me, so I was let down.
It was the only thing I wanted, but so did all the other eleven-year-old girls.
It was advertised as the best thing in the whole world in 1964.
My sister remembered this and bought me one thirty years later.
Christmas reminds me of the missing baby Jesus.
My sister and I had taken him out of the manger to play with him.
One of us had lost him; we are not sure which one.
But the nativity scene was never the same after that.
Christmas was the time my grandfather slapped me incredibly hard.
It was the day I saw what a beast he could be,
It was the last time I wanted to be around him.
It was the last day I loved him. Christmas brings lots of memories to me.
Every joyful Christmases of distant past
were all very special and memorable.
Except for one unique Christmas unsurpassed.
I recall it was an unforgettable
day, with presents under the lit Christmas tree.
My parents and I gathered at Christmas morn,
I dropped to my knees. I found, I was torn, gee!
So many gifts which to open first. I was torn.
I looked about the room, there against the wall
stood a very large clumsy wrapped Christmas gift.
I asked, "Can I open that one first of all?"
I pushed all the other gifts out of my way
to get to the one large clumsy wrapped ultimate gift.
I unwrapped with quick fingers, the welcoming gift.
I tore at the string and wrapping. Then, ecstatic
screams of joy, tears, and wails it took my breath away.
There was the Schwinn bike I saw in “The Attic”
store window that my heart simply craved and yearned.
My parents looked at me with pride and joy and said,
“Merry Christmas!" My heart gleefully turned.
My eyes were fixed upon the bike with a smile;
it was the most magical moment of any Christmas.
It was a bright red, with shiny chrome fenders,
and tassel hanging down the ends of the handle bars.
I rode all day.
They were all special and memorable memories,
except for one unique Christmas.
11/29/2017
Santa “Claws”
it was bitterly cold
the tree lot that night
as I loaded our tree
tied it up really tight
drove through wet streets
the windblown fresh flurries
past the slow moving cars
in this season that hurries
pulled into the driveway
to the family’s applause
a much muted version
of that for the “Clause”
Carried the tree in
cut all the twine
stood it up straight
to let it unwind
mixed up a warming
egg nog with some rum
never expecting
what was to come
A shreik and a scurry
a “Dad – Come here Quick!!”
it seemed that the tree’d
played a horrible trick
something was moving
emitting low growl
each time it moved
the children would howl
seems that the heat
the light of our home
awakened the beast
caused it to moan
climbed amid branches
sticky thick sap
upset we had woke it
from its cold winter’s nap
and so there we waited
with baskets and net
and towels in case
it came out all wet
As slowly the growl
softened to a mew
two eyes peeking out
on surroundings quite new
The children all gasped
as it fell from the tree
rolled in a ball
out on to the floor
sprang to its feet
took off in a blur
jumped into the box
with the bulbs and the tinsel
bellowed the song
a high pitched old minstrel
tangled in wires
covered in bows
two greenish eyes
one little pink nose
four little paws
in a “What the heck” pose.
So shake out your trees
for this story is written
of how we brought home
our first Christmas Kitten.
11/13/2015
submitted to – Cats and Christmas Trees – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman
Children dashing and laughing throughout the mess.
Moms and dads trying not to throw away toys
As they gather up scads of shredded Christmas wrapping
Grandmas begging them to keep the bows.
Blinking twinkling Christmas tree looking less magical,
Appears shabbier in the morning than it did last night
Boys with swords having a dual, chasing each other.
One nervous grandma mentioning the danger.
Granddads sleeping in their recliners, not hearing any of it
Someone yelling “That is your last Christmas cookie!”
Her sisters chiding her, making fun, hugging her.
Everyone grown up is a kid for a day, with their grown siblings.
Christmas at Grandma’s house, nothing like it.
Only once a year, making memories for a life time
Beef and noodles, scalloped corn, mashed potatoes
Five kinds of pies, mints, cookies. Wow!
Children watching their parents becoming kids again
As their mothers tell them what to do.
Not all children, some are sneaking mints and nuts.
Homemade Christmas stockings thrown into clumps.
Christmas feelings without names
More intense than other feelings
More personal, more exciting, more magical
Christmas. A day to celebrate our Christ Child.
Sting of cold tiles against tiny toes -
Hop, shiver, skip! Down the stairs she goes
With that misplaced halo
Of snow-blonde hair
And a chest full of glee.
She almost forgets
Not to land on the third step -
The one that always creaks
(And makes it so hard to sneak
Through the dark, quiet house).
On chilled tip-toes, she creeps.
Around the corner, she peeks,
Spying magical things.
The tree glitters and glimmers
Above full stockings
And gift-wrapped miracles.
She stares with wide eyes
Until the sun stirs in the sky.
Her mother finds her asleep
Beneath the Christmas tree.
Cats and Christmas Trees Contest
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman
I remember back in 1986,
I was only six years old.
I've heard so many versions,
But the truth must be told.
My lil' kitty Daisy,
Was literally crazy,
Sometimes a lil' lazy,
Never ceases to amaze me.
We had a real Christmas tree,
Not an artificial green pine,
The needles so pricky,
Could send chills up her spine.
She sat and starred,
At this one small ornament,
I made it for my grammy,
Almost caused an argument.
I continued watching her,
Began at the skirt of the tree,
Fighting for a spot,
Next to our puppy Mugsy
Hot on her heals,
She takes off quickly,
Bouncing off Papa's lamp,
Cat the brat looks at me.
Daisy sure was curious,
With a side of smitten,
I've never seen so much,
Confidence in a tiny kitten.
There she finally went,
Up and up that woody plant,
Roughly clambers it,
Her paws start to expand.
Knocking pine needles off,
Chewing on the tinsel,
Mommy tried everything,
Wouldn't come when she whistled.
Cats seem to be hard-wired,
Ancestors ruining tree's,
Complete feline fascination,
Out on a tangent spree.
I need to go get rosemary,
A safe cat repellent,
If I hurry very fast,
It may be a good deterrent.
As she decides to decline,
The look of fear on her face,
Too scared to climb down,
Thinking it's not very safe.
But who was there to help?
I was only six years old,
I'd do absolutely anything,
And that's how the story is told.
After everything is over,
I read a wise phrase quack,
"You can take the cat out of the jungle,
But you can't take the jungle out of the cat."
Written: November 17, 2015