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Christmas Spirit
Let’s try and spread some joy, like the birds do in the spring.
God loves to see his children, dancing while they sing.
Live life to the fullest, why bother spreading grief.
Our time is awfully short, that’s fact and not belief.
There is evil in this world, that can give us all a frown.
Don’t forget there’s also good, it’s literally all around.
When you wake up in the morning and feel that sunshine on your face.
Remember the kids are watching, so make their world a better place.
If you’re saddened by the news or our taxes on the rise.
We all can get quite crabby, that is no big surprise.
Take a look around, is there a roof above your head?
Do you have food on your table, can you sleep in a warm bed?
Think of those right now that are homeless in the street.
Maybe a child with cancer, feeling their last heartbeat.
Be grateful for what you have, share the fruit that’s on your vine.
Partake in the spirit of Christmas, none of us have much time.
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Babies and young saplings are silky smooth,
adorned by curls and twirls, unfurled.
But age assails and weather beats brows
to dry, and wrinkles the smooth with furrows and lines.
Twists and contortions compels, yields, and compliances
reshapes the surface to bumpy, with knots and gnarls,
knurling a rough grip, to deny the slip
that smooth young skin and wills
are prone to show when asked to follow a lead.
The rough and worn acrimony of old age,
despite the crabby, cantankerous snarls,
can be gripped and convinced to comply and yield.
It is the gnarls of age that knurls the grip.
It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness!
It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering
Why is it that some people always think they're right - for the halibut!
What a load of pollocks! Oh my cod she’s crabby … Salmon call a doctor!
I'd order fries with my fish - but I'd get hooked for not calling them chips!
I've had a whale of a time casting out the bait with these fishy puns!
Stop those fishcious lines ...no debait, 'Halibut poem' is fintastic!
It’s shellfish fishing for compliments, but I write a good monoku!
An Italian priest on the other side of the ocean
wanted to dispel a widely held notion.
Most people believe nuns are old and ugly.
Others accept them as intolerant and crabby.
I have my own memories of them while in school.
Most of the ones I used to know were not cool.
As I look back, I now often feel sick.
Sister Mary Whatshername used to hit me with a stick.
Well, Father Rungi’s idea sounded like fun.
Can you imagine a beauty pageant for a nun?
Do not look for sisters on a catwalk in bikinis.
The church will not debase itself to that level of sleaze.
Instead, here is something of Father Rungi’s design:
Sisters would display photos of themselves online.
The contest would not only display exterior beauty.
It would emphasize service within the church and community.
Visitors would vote for their favorites on the site.
Many nuns in the church thought this idea was right.
However, church superiors disapproved these goings-on.
Therefore, Father Rungi’s idea for a contest was withdrawn.
From a news story found on AOL
I dream of a right and jolly Christmas
I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas
It’s very slippery and treacherous when it snows
To go to church, I wear leather shoes
And it’s easy to fall and get hurt
I don’t want to break your heart
By saying that white Christmas
Isn’t a fun or joyful time. But Midnight Mass
Is of course a joyous time. I love the Xmas carols
The gospel music, the decorations and when the bell tolls
I love a warm and holy jolly Christmas in the sunshine state
Where it’s dry, inviting and nice. It’s like being out on a date
With Mother Nature. The weather is not crabby or gloomy
The children are playing with their gifts and everybody seems happy
I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas
Oh Ho Ho Ho! I love a right and jolly Christmas.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Una Navidad Correcta Y Alegre
Sueño con una Navidad correcta y alegre
Nunca sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
Es muy resbaladizo y traicionero cuando nieva
Para ir a la iglesia uso zapatos de cuero
Y es fácil caerse y lastimarse
No quiero romper tu corazón
Al decir que esa blanca Navidad
No es un momento divertido o alegre. Pero la misa de medianoche
Por supuesto, es un momento feliz. Me encantan los villancicos
La música góspel, las decoraciones y cuando doblan las campanas
Me encanta una Navidad cálida y alegre en el estado del sol, en Florida
Donde sea seco, atractivo y agradable. Es como tener una cita
Con la Madre Naturaleza. El clima no es malhumorado ni sombrío
Los niños juegan con sus regalos y todos parecen felices
No sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
¡Oh, Jo, Jo, Jo! Me encanta una Navidad correcta y alegre.
PD. Traduccíon de ‘ A Right And Jolly Christmas’ por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
10 crabs together in a plastic bag
A friend who brought them for dinner to take home
Crab feast
Subway ride
MTA NYC D train to the Bronx
Observed one of the crabs maneuvering through the subway car
Fast mover that got far
There’s your dinner, after it
Get that crab
However, the crab was spotted by several commuters as one woman screamed and total chaos began
I wanted to laugh, but didn’t make it obvious
So I just held back, and acted like nothing happened
Before I got off to change trains, I told my friend, good luck crabbing home
I changed subway lines at Rockefeller Center for my fantastic F for Queens, New York
Once I got home, I called and asked my friend did she make it home with her bundle of crabs minus one
My friend said yes, but she stated when she unloaded them, they were fighting each other
Crabs will be crabs I responded
Such a crabby scene.
I want to write a poem about crap
What is crap?
Is it something you discard?
Is it part of yourself or is it from outer space?
Did you know when you are at the lowest is when you are most brilliant?
It is because you don't care as there is nothing to care
It is when you are not afraid to make mistake because there is nothing to lose
It is when you throw caution to the wind and be who you truly are
"Don't despise your small beginnings" is what the Bible says
But do you always have beginnings?
Time is a treasure
Make the most of it
Things you do with yourself count for everything
It tells the world who you are
why you are celebrating it
It tells things that concern you
and why you are valuing it
It tells of the important things that are to come
and only you know it
Crap - what is that?
There is so such a thing
Crabby maybe
But crap, heck no
Did I say you can crap? Haha
By all means
Inspired by one of the members' comment. T.H.
Jank is a crank today; her hair messed up locks.
Crabby with the tabby on the block; mixed up socks.
Stay out of her way; ego trippin' attitude.
Missed the bus on the way to work; moody and lewd.
Jank is a crank today; flopped down hard on the couch.
Ran out of sugar for coffee; mixed up emotional grouch.
Dropped her phone on the cement; ten short on rent.
Forgot to pay her car note; now her money is all spent.
Jank was a crank today; looked within for a lift-up.
Went out to pet the cat; pulled her socks up.
Took a long walk; and had a convo with her soul.
Sat on the bench on her route; apologized for being low.