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Inspect yourself with growls of jolly
fa la la la la la la la la
Christmas joy to you, no folly!
fa la la la la la la la la
Gone is now our gay sombrero
fa la la la la la la la la
Christmas trees line our hallway narrow
fa la la la la la la la la
Let us dance but have no real fuss
fa la la la la la la la la
Enjoying differences we discuss
fa la la la la la la la la
Christmas day for kin and masses
fa la la la la la la la la
We will share things including glasses
fa la la la la la la la la
See you at grandma’s, when we gather
fa la la la la la la la la
No matter how bad or mean the weather
fa la la la la la la la la
We shall make the best of things for sure
fa la la la la la la la la
To celebrate our Christ so pure
fa la la la la la la la la
Written 12-27-2021
Contest: A Christmas Carol
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Deck the Halls
Whacked the guy that stole my money
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Jail's the place for you now, sonny,"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Grant you pardon? Kill that notion!"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Toss the key now to the ocean
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Good King Wencelas
Christmas Day has come around
Let's play Dirty Santa
Where your goodwill won't rebound
We'll just go bananas
Be as cheap as we can be
Spend no more than fiver
And I think we all agree
Everyone's a miser
We Wish You A Merry Christmas
A bad girl I've been
Forgive me my sin
Please don't give me charcoal
For the gift swap this year
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
Court jesters and gay princes dancing
kissing their desires away in Palaces of derision
sinners around, they abound
Jesus will punish them on and all
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
Gay smiles and transgender hugs
all the children dancing
so happy and snug
do no harm, all religion doth sing
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
Hateful preachers
all drowned in the punch
now the reindeer and elf's
have more food for their lunch
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
The Greeks were gay so long ago
they taught us to be open
any goat goes
to the harem of love
do no harm
love all
Abu Nuwas sips his wine
in his tower of Babel so tall
Tis the season to be folly
fa la la la fa, la la la fa
‘Tis the season for a convention
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Fear and angst and apprehension
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Will the protests turn to riots
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
How to keep those loonies quiet
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
What if there’s an assassination
Fa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la
I hope it’s just my imagination
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Maybe it’s something I just ate
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
But it sure feels just like ‘68!
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
___________________________
DNC = Democratic Party National
Convention, in Chicago this week
'68 = 1968 DNC that erupted into
what the media termed a 'police
riot,' incited by hordes of uncouth,
unkempt hippie and yippie pro-
testors.
Whiz-bang the Frog
Whiz-bang the frog
And Toodles the dragonfly
Sit by the pond
Watching the caddisflies
They sing La Ti Da!
They sing Fa La La!
And then Wah-Wah Woo!
A chorus of Doo Wappa Doo!
They sing with the zebra fish,
Under the moon,
And buzz with the skeeters,
Staying in tune.
Knats strum the reeds
Like beats on a bass,
The crickets chirp in
With tunes from the knotgrass.
Damselflies, water bugs
Harmonize a tone poem
And hum serenades
In drowsy overtones.
Skater bugs scat
All over the pond
While Whiz-bang and Toodles
Lead the pond sing-a-long.
6-3-23
Contest: W T F
Sponsor: John Lawless
According to www.Positive Words that Start with "W," whiz-bang is one word.
My favorite word. . . now what could that be?
To choose it, I have to think so carefully.
If I choose by its meaning, I simply can’t find
one word most important; this boggles my mind.
My favorite word. Oh, how can I choose?
What if I go by the one I most use?
I’d have to choose something like “a,” “the” or “and.”
Such words are too boring and surely not grand.
My favorite word. Now here is a thought.
I love pretty words, so my favorite ought
to be one poetic! But such words abound.
I’ll narrow them down to my favorite sound!
Words spring to my mind such as eloquence,
splendid, bliss, and ephermal; hence,
there’s something inside each word I can tell
is similar. All of them have the sound L!
How lilting between vowels in words like “Aloha.”
How lively in Christmas refrains: Fa La La!
L is Luscious and Lissome. It has eLegance.
It’s Luna, Lavender, and Luminescence!
And now I’ve arrived at ONE word. It has wings!
Like a beautiful angel, this word I think sings!
It comes from the Bible; a woman of fame
had a bit longer form of this beautiful name.
Delilah – in Hebrew and Arabic too -
a name most delightful has been shortened to
LILAH! This simple name rolls off the tongue.
It’s a languishing lass, lovelorn and young.
Perhaps a touch sultry with light in her eyes!
Be it Lyla or Layla; I hear lullabyes
to lull me to Slumberland; my soul will take flight
on a dream word that means lovely girl of the night!
Aug. 21, 2019 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Favorite Word" Poetry Contest
(I have written a few poems employing this name Lilah, one entitled
"Lilah of the Lilacs." If I had had a second daughter, I think Lilah would
have been my name for her! Also, I actually had a cat once that liked to
snip at our legs, so I had named her Lilah Vampira!)
It is the longest night.
We tread gently through the wood,
Feather moss and beech leaves
Amber soft under foot
Dampen and muffle the rustle of our winter coats.
There's a snap of the twig
And a flutter of woodpigeons lift,
As if applauding the return of the sun.
We watched them fly
Through the crackled glaze of bare branches -
“As our lanterns burn bright,
Our feet seek safe ground.”
We bow low to the Holly,
King of the winter,
Bejewelled with berries and crowned in thorns,
Hosting a chiming of wrens,
Who herald our journeying
In bursts of sing-song -
“Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Onward through the valley
We step into the footprints of darklings,
Deer, fox and badger.
Cross pilgrim paths where flints glint,
As if iridescent tiny tombstones
For the butterflies and dragonflies of summers long passed.
“Our lanterns shine bright,
Our feet find safe ground,
We walk without fear
In the dark all around.”
At the heart of the wood
We gather near the great oak,
And together we light a fire.
Watch as ribbons of flame
Caught from flashes of sparks,
Illuminate our faces in the cinder glow of midwinter.
Alongside us, pixie-cup lichens wassail a promise of spring
An oath as unbreakable as our human cups of plastic and tin.
With mulled apples, honeyed and spiced
We welcome light in.
Feast upon pastries of fruits in a marzipan of delights.
Feeling blessed with good cheer,
We start the new year.
Driving home in the car,
From the road I see stars of wonder.
I see trees a-glisten with tinsel.
Windows lit golden under twinkling eaves.
I am sure I can hear, and the wind whispers, “listen”
As I opened the door,
An echo once more, held soft in the still of night –
“May your light shine bright,
May your feet walk safe ground,
May you seek without fear,
May you like what you found.
Stay near to each other,
Offer comfort and cheer,
Come back to the woods,
Each solstice, each year.”
Welcome - predator, please meet prey:
"Ah, we knew there would come this day",
Predator says, "Prey, have a seat.
We'll celebrate this day we meet."
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
Prey says, "if you don't mind, I'll stand.
There's something you must understand.
Though, awfully hungry, you must feel,
my intent is not to be a meal."
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
"Ah, prey, that's very well and good.
You've avoided me as you should.
But there's that thing we know as fate
which says today we have our date."
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
"Predator, you depend on fear
that you cause whene'er you are near.
So, eat me, and don't leave a scrap.
But are you falling for my trap?"
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
"Oh, no, though your talk is so rough,
I am quite certain that you bluff,
My prey often puffs up their talk,
before they take the dead man's walk."
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
"Predator, it's you, will be dead.
I'll surprise you and crack your head.
Some prey may well be known for flight,
but I will slay you with a fight."
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
And so, these animals - they spoke,
exchanging verbal fire and smoke.
Was the predator or prey laid low?
I'd tell you, but I do not know.
Fa la la-la la- Fa la la-la lee!
I remember watching that movie
with you the year we separated
It was just released on VHS
and for some God Forsaken reason
we rented it together
on Christmas Eve at your place
You had come upon this crown molded
apartment in an antique house
I leased a Formica townhouse thirty miles
or so down the road
Neither one of us wanted to be alone
so we got together out of some
pragmatic separation etiquette
on Christmas Eve.
That flick is really funny
a classic contemporary distraction
that continues to un-clot future strokes
so you can eat more turkey skin.
I liked the part when Cousin Eddy emptied
the RV terlet into the storm sewer
You liked the part when it ended, and Jesus
when it ended, I choked up over the credits
while you were in the kitchen asking
if me if I wanted another beer,
which I didn’t…and usually do.
Did you know that Christmas Vacation
didn’t have a soundtrack of its own
even with all the classic tunes
and the great original title number
Which I always recall with
the credits closing that night
for some God-Forsaken reason
So now I’ve said “God Forsaken” twice
No three times in one poem
even though I’m an Agnostic now
with very little saint left in my nick
"Fa La La La La and Ho Ho Ho
Jingle jangle jingle as we go
Let the spirit of the season
Carry us away….."
The static fuzz flashed us by that night as we
contemplated sleeping together
which we didn’t.
The Yule Tide Sights (Sight)
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights,
The Yule Tide sights all people love:
Bright yellows, reds, and greens and whites;
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights
We yearn to see December nights -
Delights we all never tire of!
It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights,
The Yule Tide sights all people love.
The Gladdening (Hearing)
As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling,
And old St. Nick goes, “Ho, ho, ho,”
The people’s hearts are gladdening.
As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling,
Its “Fa la la,” we hear folks sing.
An elf joins in on piccolo
As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling
And old St. Nick goes, “Ho, ho, ho!”