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*recite to Night Before Christmas
Who was this white haired Claus
with buck-rabbit teeth?
Carrying a ton of peanuts
for everyone to eat.
Dragged in a sleigh
pulled by Agnew and Nixon,
who ran right beside
old Donnar and Blitzen?
He circled Camp David,
A fast fly by;
with lox and bagels
for Jewish guys.
A carpenters’ pencil
was poised by his ear,
and boxes of nails dangled,
from the gear in the rear.
Why! It's Jolly Ole Carter Claus
draped in menorahs.
Handing out home plans to
the Arab before us.
Visions of world peace
danced in his head;
as, he flew to Afghanistan
‘Fore noggin hit bed.
When down from the sky
in the form of deer dung,
fell fruit tree seeds
to be sown in the sun.
And, as Carter Claus’ whip
cracked O’er Nixon's ear,
as Agnew blanched,
his eyes filling with tears.
Droplets hit sand with
a plop and a splatter
’pon the fruit tree seeds with
nary a clatter.
The desert grew green.
Trees sprouted and grew.
Hearts filled with wonder
bellies with stew.
Homes were rebuilt,
as before the fall.
Cook fires were lit.
Children grew tall.
And Ole Carter Claus
flew home in a daze,
passing out sandwiches
that Roslyn had made.
2025.1.26
It is Australia day, congratulations.
There were so many different opinions.
National day or Devided day?
Celebrate the Country or
Morn the Invasion's history?
To avoid the political heated debates
I headed to Sorrento beautiful bay,
To soak up the warm sun's ray,
and let the winds softly brushed my face.
The Sun shined high in the blue sky,
The white clouds danced and drifted away slowly.
The waves swayed rhymthly with the sea breeze.
I climbed up to the St Paul's Look Out,
The 360° uninterrupted view around me.
Providing a breath taking panorama view.
Down the long path timber steps,
I walked along the Coppins track.
The low tides helped exposing many sea rocks' surfaces,
Flat, layered, rough and smooth plateau.
Which normally covered by the sea water.
In the bottom of the sea baths.
The waves rushed in and swiped
All the objects on their paths,
Once the water spreaded evenly,
At the edge of each rock's surface,
As the sea water poured down,
Small water falls liked were formed.
Just like the table cloths would drop.
Slowly, I reached Jubilee Point.
A magnificent coast line and beaches run side by side.
Facing the water, the Sphrinx on my far right,
Diamond Bay was just on the other side.
Diamond like glittered on the surface of the water.
Not far away, the timber stairs path,
Led to the Bays of Island.
Australia, especial in Victoria,
With large lushed lands, deep blue oceans,
We should form one country.
I had a wonderful and peaceful day.
I let the political debates behind,
Kept someone out of my mind.
Have you ever danced to the rhythm of life
The rise and the fall of your body on the bed
Counting the precise seconds between each breath
The way feet seem to always find a way to move forward
The way you might chase your heart racing away
And smile to yourself through lonely celebrations
Have you ever been born again
As if your eyes had their memory of the sun erased
A new life greeted by the reborn sun coming off the sea
Realizing how profoundly beautiful it all can be
Wondering how it was possible to miss something
That was always there…but also not
Have you ever forgotten love
Knowing where you have been…how far you have fallen
Wondering if anyone would talk to you at 3AM again
And fantasizing how they would much rather stare straight into your eyes
Look at you as if you were only thing left on Earth
Making your hands shake from holding onto them so tightly
Have you ever dreamt about strangers
Somehow still waking up more and more devastated
How it felt losing them felt so real and so fake at the same time
Is there really someone out there waiting to meet a person like me
Desperate enough to crack themselves open like an egg
Allowing their love to bleed out onto the street like yolk
Have you ever lost someone
Forced to let go of something you couldn’t afford to lose
Scared of the way you might drag them down with you
When they were the best thing you ever chanced upon
Wishing that they would have listened through the silence
Of that you could have seen through the smiles
No…
You’re not that ugly
You’re not that stupid
You’re not that invisible
You’re not that unwanted
You’re still unbroken
Have you ever been human
Yes…
You have been and forever will be
Just as I will hide these lines forever in your nightmares
So that each time you face your demons
You might think that someone cared about you
I was dancing and prancing
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me
He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot.
I caught the chocolate milk in midair, he was dancing up a toot.
He laughed and winked and some ice fell down his crushed ice shoot
He was a rascal, a scoundrel and a womanizer to boot.
I have never seen a dishwasher who can move like you
he said holding out his hands.
The oven, his furious ex, reddened her burners and threw out some pots and pans.
We laughed and we swirled and we boogied and we dipped.
She threw out ovenware but The frig and I ducked every one.
I shut his door, so we could dance up a storm.
Refrigerator boogie was so exciting and fun!
Dishwashers are reputed to be the best dancers around,
And I was confident as we twirled, we were breaking brand new ground
The ovens burners were blood red now, the kitchen was like a Sauna.
I blew him a kiss and whirled away giving him back to his ex, so sound.
As they trotted through the the kitchen, laughing, their sensors lit,
I danced around them with a loud dishwasher's whoop Dee Dee
Now whenever the three of us decide to liven the kitchen a bit,
We dance cheek to cheek, and throw sauce pans, the wild three!
(This is an old poem re entered)
In a dreary mood, bent and broken,
With an ailment that crippled my life
I lay bedridden for many a month
With every muscle weakened by arthritis
And every nerve radiating the pain
Dull were the days and sore were the nights,
Time slouched on in mechanical beats,
Mind devoid of any buoyant thoughts,
Senses shut to every cheery throb of life,
I lay awake, day and night staring at the ceiling.
Never a smile lighted up my face,
Nor a gleam of hope brightened up my brain.
Inertia crept over from head to foot.
I had long lost my zest for life.
With my life sap drained out like an empty well,
All I felt was the burn of scalding drought.
Nothing could move my grief laden soul,
None could lift the weight off my back,
Embers of fire sparked from the anvil of my heart,
Heaves of sighs escaped my parched mouth,
I wriggled and writhed in unspeakable pain,
My spirits sank deeper into a slithery marsh,
I saw around only a thick pall of gloom,
Or was it a projection of my own self?
Anguish gnawed my nerves and sinews,
Flames of pain danced within my spine,
I felt my head wobbling and reeling,
And the heavy weight of lead all around my neck.
Felt being pushed down to abysmal depths,
And the octopus tightening its tentacles all around.
“Who on earth will set me free?
What on earth can lift me up?”
With thundering force, the question shook my weary self.
I sprang to my feet and broke the binding chains,
I found I was but in self – exile,
A captive entrapped within boundless space.
I saw the door opening to infinite lengths,
And the arched horizon looming larger than life,
Unbroken, I spread my wings and propelled up,
And darted through the clouds to distant shores.
Who would have thought, my life would change this way!
(Own Story)
Agape brain, there is a deep abyss, dull and endless.
But, I'm falling, acquiring whatever may be blessedness.
Conversely, there is only a void, and I am doomed.
Daily life's pull resembles a tornado baiting my wound.
Even though there is no sound, I am ill-suited to scream.
Feel no insight to view and discern nothing how to deem.
Geared on a rugged edge, gazing down into despair.
Hence, it occurred; it concealed my hopes; the grave is drear.
Icily stare at a bettor way of never-ending sadness.
Joined arms reaching blurring light in a dying awareness.
Keep Plunge pale pungent earthquake whirlwind.
Lower your prospering limbs into the swaying water bind.
Masterpiece danced through the corridors alike a butterfly.
Nettle-picking and stone-pounding on a blustery pathway
Obscured in the shadows, the gold gust lines are blurring.
Prepared for shivering haggles and raging lightning.
Quiet sound of trees swinging and branches underneath.
Rebuke mayhem would not include a flower wreath.
Sailing on foamy waves, under wrapping arm of windless.
Through the sand, grains climb a hole of nothingness.
Underneath, a dark opening has dove into the obscurity.
Vituperations venoms are heaped by shadow melancholy.
When the nightfall bar sparkles with a silver shine.
Xylene's pit dubs me currently, similar to alarm's whine.
Yield not too eerie dangers concealed in evil dream trend.
Zone time limit point of life warns I am drawn to my end.
Written: December 07, 2021
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Breeze brisk on my face.
Air damp from yesterday’s rain.
Just a lass, surrounded by the beauty of Ireland.
The wind whistles over the green hills to its own accord.
The skies' lingering grey clouds promise rain is on its way.
Walking down the road, looking to escape the weather, I stumble upon an Irish man.
Hair as red as a burning fire.
Eyes as blue as a stormy ocean.
Smile warm and welcoming.
Becoming grounded to the current moment, I kindly ask where the nearest place is to escape the coming rain.
In his Irish accent, he responds, “A little further on, lass.”
Telling him my thanks, I continued on my way, coming across a pub.
As I approach closer, the sweet sound of Irish folk music rang out into the street.
Opening the door, I enter the cozy town pub.
Chilled to the bone from the cold, I find a seat right near the fire.
Between the fire and the two glasses of whiskey in me, I could feel the music in my veins, calling me to dance.
With no hesitation, I joined in dancing to the Irish folk music, my skirt twirling around my ankles as if it had danced to this music a thousand times.
My soul is in heaven, surrounded by the songs of Ireland, new and old.
After dancing for hours, sleep was beckoning me. With whiskey in hand, I found my seat near the fire and a peaceful tune lulling me off to sleep.
When Gabriella was 5 there was a terrifying storm.
She woke up and screamed as loud as she could.
No-one answered so she ran into her parent’s bedroom.
Her Mother and Father were hiding under the bed.
Gabriella crawled under the bed with them.
All night the lightening crashed and seemed to be very close to their house.
Some thing strange happened to Gabriella that night.
She looked at her Parents who were still terrified and smiled.
She then crawled out from the bed and went to her own room.
Her Mother told her to come back but she didn’t listen.
Little Gabriella stood next to her bedroom window and watched the storm.
She could see the Lightening striking in the distance.
Although she was a little scared she couldn’t run.
She was mesmerised by the Rain the Storm and the Lightening.
She was even a little sad when the Sun came out and the Storm was over.
To get through the night she sang a little song to help.
“I have my hands in my pockets, right to the End,
I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.
Oh I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.”
For Gabriella Time danced by like a ballerina.
Before she knew it she was 18 and in love.
She meet Simon at College and went everywhere with him.
They used to finish each other’s sentences and laugh.
One night Simon was driving Gabriella home and there was a terrible storm.
A kangaroo startled by the lightening jumped in front of the car.
Simon swerved to miss the Kangaroo and went into a ditch.
It was raining heavily and both of them were unconscious.
Gabriella opened her eyes and saw Lightening crashing around her.
She tried to wake Simon but couldn’t.
She could see that his head was bleeding.
Gabriella climbed out of the car and walked slowly threw the storm.
It was dark and frightening but she decided to sing,
“I have my hands in my pockets, right to the End,
I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.
Oh I love the Lightening....
Before she could finish singing a car pulled over and the driver offered her a lift.
In hospital Simon thanked Gabriella for saving him.
He told her how brave he thought she was.
She said you’ll be fine if you face the Storm with a song.
Takes a gallon of coffee to wake him,
But it’s sweet when his axe hits the spot,
While the mist slips away from the mountain,
And the day hardens dusty and hot.
He contends with the bothersome thicket,
Stays alert for the growl of the bear,
And considers the question of silence
Should he fall when there’s nobody there.
He’s no steam donkey spool tender,
Nor bolt punching river pig.
He can chow down the gut robber’s grub.
He’s no short-stake bark peeler.
He’s a tin pants timber beast,
A high balling bull of the woods.
Shoulders burn as he carves his obsession,
Dark and moist, till his brow’s dripping wet,
Like the day when she danced for him naked
And the night when they mingled their sweat
In that boarding house in Seattle
Just across from the Skid Road Saloon,
In the heat of a lumber town payday,
By the light of a Puget Sound moon.
He’s no steam donkey spool tender,
Nor bolt punching river pig.
He can chow down the gut robber’s grub.
He’s no short-stake bark peeler.
He’s a tin pants timber beast,
A high balling bull of the woods.
There’s a kerosene lamp in the bunkhouse,
Lends a halo of warmth to the room
Where the dreamers see visions of back cuts
And their snores sound like logs in a flume.
As he ponders the hand that’s been dealt him,
Can’t distinguish a heart from a spade
On the deacon seat drinking whisky.
Getting drunk when he’d rather get laid.
A woodsman works from dark to dark.
He labors from tree to tree.
Yet light of heart he leaves his mark
For none but his Maker to see.
The sun danced on lightened leaves, my muse aligned, in zeal
Greenery of palms with the windy tantrum, touched me , still
The tribal walkway and the rural patsy rushing for more, in pace
The village girl sitting on mud, with her lonely bouquet of grace
Looking ahead, felt a perceiving truth of my tambourine sparrow
This is my charming flute, assonance and refrain, flying o’er meadow
Sounding clay and a subtle may, greets my soul , a humble solo
The clear blue sky lit up a sun danced cry, quenching of the thirsty new ones, a mellow
These boys and their gaze, an amazing delight my pondering eyes adored
My tambourine arose with their morning flight of youngster voices, a chord
Refrain and my troubadour o float afar , a homebound, must it be, so shall !
The village sky and the golden hue a beckoning once again to me to prevail
Unyielding nearby clues, honeysuckle muse, no more of a voyage to avail
Of all these , the aimless riddles, unresolved mystic , a wait to receive
Unsung these songs of mundane repertoire,incomplete till today, inconclusive
My muse and my enchanted clues, my daylong a soothe, my song, singing cadence
My daylong zeal had no toil, no more of hard chore sweating, a bypassing hence
My mind, my eyes, my apparent plethora in calling back to do well
They are ambitious, in optimism, let them gather their own stack , to gather and feel afresh
I will be a mere passer by lull there, immature a cupid try passing up close , eternally a grace.
Ei To Bhalo Legechilo- Sahana I Aditi I Damayanti I Basabdutta I Samantak I Rabindrasangeet