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The store sign read “The Christmas House”
so we walked right in, greeted by giant Mouse!
Upon his head was a fluffy Santa Cap;
truly he was quite a friendly chap.
In the warm Foyer he took my coat;
a Chihuahua chorus barked holiday notes.
I knew they served great pet treats
but this place is amazing and sweet!
An elf waiter skated up to me
and handed me some wine and Brie!
To my dog Ben he gave a scone
shaped just like a big dog bone.
“Welcome, welcome, our new guests”
he sang to us with great zest;
“You’ll have the happiest time in here
I’m sorry, would you prefer a Nog or beer?”
I thanked him and said all was fine
and I swear that was a vintage wine.
we ate and drank and felt so merry,
I even enjoyed some plums and cherries.
Progressing to the other rooms
we smelled the finest of perfumes;
wafting from within the kitchen
of gingerbread, Ben ate a smidgen.
The next room had a singing snowman;
around him kittens played Kick The Can.
There were Christmas trees in each room
and pets could visit Santa on Zoom!
Christmas bones, and treat shaped mice;
were served by elves, how very nice;
I met the cat who did the cooking and baking,
jerky and chicken fingers he was making
Imagine my surprise as I drew near;
a cat chorus that brought me such cheer.
It was directed by a talented Dalmatian;
and my heart did swell with elation.
The harmony unlike any I’d heard,
those felines sounded just like songbirds.
poodles were hanging Christmas wreaths
a beagle hung icicles on a tree.
The animals left with packages galore;
it was a fine place, that’s for sure.
As we left a Great Dane gave a shout,
“Next year they’re hav’in a bigger blowout!”
“A Merry Christmas to Ben and his human,
we thank you for stopp’in by and Zoom’in.”
I wished them all great holiday cheer
and Ben and I’ll sure be back next year.
Come take my hand the weather is fine
Walking together in the summer sunshine
All of a sudden it starts to get dark
So hurry to shelter in the local park
We huddle together in the kiosk door
Cuddled up with the man I adore
Then suddenly you grab my hand
We dance in the rain by the old bandstand
Our clothes and hair get soaking wet
We are so in love we do not fret
Back to your house we do retire
To snuggle in front of a roaring fire
It is there in the glow that you take my hand
Kneel and propose – now I understand
You are the one I’ve looked for all my life
I’m honoured to say ‘Yes, I’ll be your wife’
Jan Allison
9th August 2014
when I met him I was dizzy with love
swept off my feet in a cloud of pure lust
I had butterflies in my tummy
totally discombobulated
I think he used some hocus-pocus on me
oh I abandoned all self control for this man
those deep brown eyes had me drowning
his sublime deep voice was captivating
it was hopeless to fight
I really should'a read the fine print
he whispered sultry sweet things in my ear
he caressed my hair
and I told him I loved him hopelessly
and I am pretty sure he felt the same
because he soon asked me to marry him
I do- we both said
we promised to love each other forever
till death do us part
well I really should'a read the fine print
because forever was only a few years
it seems God had another set of directions
and our love was to be erstwhile and fleeting
it was written in the book of life
and it was sudden and sorrowful
then he was gone
only a name engraved in stone cold to be
now I am left in a labyrinth twisting and turning
my forever is a forever grief
I really should'a read the fine print
but would it have made a difference
could I have turned away from my love
even if I knew the ending
in that fine print that needed a magnifying glass
to read- no
would have loved him anyways
I carry red roses to his tomb
under an infinite motionless blue sky above
I walk a path that winds like a river
in dreams I hold him to my heart
and weep for what was in the fine print
_____________________________
April 12, 2016
Free Verse
For the contest, I Really Should'a Read The Fine Print,
sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
Go to Massachusetts for its chowder,
in Maryland you’ll find tasty crab cakes.
Texas has their famous beef brisket rub,
KC says it’s good BBQ they make.
Head to Maine to dine on some lobster,
Florida’s Coconut Shrimp is best.
Montana cooks some fine mountain oysters,
Colorado’s lamb chops top off the west.
Eat some deep-fried pickles in Arkansas,
in California get their avocado toast.
Crisp Fries with vinegar in Delaware,
y’all, it’s them boiled peanuts that Georgia boasts.
Hot pork tenderloins of Indiana,
Hawaiian shaved ice, Beignets of La.
Wyoming’s Fry bread, Illinois’ Deep Dish,
Michigan Pasty, Cheesesteak from Pa.
You can travel around America,
even a few countries across the sea.
Anything you’ll find has yet to compare,
to my wife’s fried chicken and mac-n-cheese.
Did I ask for your opinion?
I don't believe I did.
Don't chastise me as though you think,
I'm some errant little kid.
You can offer your advice,
Politely state your case,
But when you find I don't agree,
Don't get in my face.
I make my own decisions.
The choice at length is mine.
If I make a choice that's wrong,
It's I who pays the fine.
Unless you're asked for money,
You've no call to stomp and snort.
Don't demand I give account,
Like I'm on trial in court.
I pay my bills, the debt is mine.
I know what I can't and can.
I know I'm old but not the fool,
You seem to think I am.
I appreciate the fact you care.
I really, really do,
But I let you make your choices,
Let me do that too.
It's not necessary for us to agree,
On each item on the shelf;
So just to keep the peace let's keep,
Our opinions to ourselves.
sing mi because you love mi
sing mi o'er and o'er again
make mi feel wanted
sing mi wiff yo friends
take your time throught the
verses, stanzas, and the chorus too.
sing mi over and over
like real lovers do!
Express yo happiness e'er time we meet.
love is the expression, this song wants to bring.
stand and speak mi clearly, from verse to verse:
start with I love you,
even though I loved you first.
cause I love you
I let yo reherst me from time to time.
Music that's ballady and groovey at the same time,
sumthang that yo, and yo, lover
can sing and find,
time to spend together the melodies just fine.
tell mi I love you, cause I'm yo song.
Sing mi when you happy, and when things are going wrong.
Artistic expressions rangey and smooth.
groove to the bass line, thru all the treble yo going thru.
love, love, love mi.
that's what I want you to do, love mi,
jess love mi!
Disclaimer, sumtymes you gon feel like cussing mi up one side and down the other, we been fussing, hey but I'm yo lover, sing mi straight and sing mi right. Groove to the bass and the trebles will be alright!
I babysat her that fine day-
wrapped up so snug in pink and white.
The scent of baby powder lay
upon her skin- such soft delight.
Just for an hour, while her dear mom
went out for errands to be done,
I rocked and sang to her, so calm,
on their back porch, neath autumn's sun.
Next morn- loud sobbing, I did hear-
a living nightmare had come true.
Just two weeks old- a dreaded fear
turned joy to sadness- impromptu.
I babysat her that fine day
wrapped up so snug in pink and white.
The scent of baby powder lay-
crib death took her away that night.
Sandra M. Haight
True Story - happened September 1958,
to our dear friends, next door - haunts
me still to this day.
Keeper of my faith’s flame
I seek, oh God, Your revival fire…
make my spiritual endeavors ablaze
kindling love against apathy’s coldness
as you nourish me with sizzling blessings’ bounty.
Keeper of my servanthood-flame
I need, great Lord, Your might of fiery power
as my dedication is exposed to broiling tests
debilitating me from roasting trials
midst pressures of ministerial challenges.
Keeper of my life-building flame
I come to You, dear Saviour, for holy purifying
to burn doubt, unbelief, selfishness, pride
with my yearning to be heated up from indolence
making me effective in labouring with compassion.
Keeper of my prayer flame
I trust You, Christ Jesus, to keep on igniting my soul
to draw nigh to You with supplication-earnestness
expressing requests’ sighs and needs’ angst
anticipating for answers’ delight.
Keeper of my worship flame*
I exalt You, Almighty King
midst Your heavenly warmth of shimmering bliss
while I sing hymns of earnest gratitude
extolling You with beaming triumph-praise*!
*Revelation 2:18 … These things saith the Son of God, who hath his eyes like unto a flame of fire, and his feet are like fine brass.
March 16, 2022
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 29" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 3/27/2022.
Bibbety Bobbity bunny went shopping with his mum
She bought him a pogo stick so he could have some fun
For other bunnies had teased him about his enormous ears
Poor Bibbety got so upset he’d run to his mum in tears
Now he’d got his pogo stick he’d bounce around all day
Couldn’t wait to show off and hear what other bunnies say
Some bunnies gathered round him to see what he could do
He gave one ginormous bounce and into the air he flew
Bibbety Bobbity bunny had bounced oh so very high
He left the earth’s surface and landed in the sky
The other bunnies shouted for him to come back to land
But Bibbety went zooming high, he was feeling oh so grand
Hopping on fluffy clouds of iced pink cotton candy
Bibbety thought life in the sky was so very fine and dandy
For now his long floppy ears acted as a propeller
He became a bunny helicopter, oh what a clever fella
Bibbety Bobbity bunny thought he could have a little fun
By dancing on the rainclouds and blocking out the sun
Hopping about on misty clouds made him want the loo
There are no toilets in the sky, what should poor Bibbety do?
A stream of rabbit droppings falling from the sky
Could really hurt someone if it hit them in the eye
So Bibbety grabbed his long ears and made a bunny nappy
He floated back down to earth and he was really happy
Bibbety’s pogo stick just disappeared and his flying day is over
He now just plays in his garden and nibbles sweet spring clover
10~20~15
N/A in contest judged on 05/21/16
This Poem is dedicated to all my Christian friends on Poetry Soup
and else where in the world in the festival month of Xmas.
A Poem on a Story from Bible 1 of 2
The Healing at the Pool
One fine morning
When the Sun was spreading
Its refreshing morning breeze
On the soil of Jerusalem. 01
All the sick and suffering people
Had started gathering
On a spot
Named as Five Porches
At the place, known as ‘Sheep Gate’. 02
They all were here
So that they may get a chance
To have a dip in the holy water of the pool
Of Bethzatha*
To get rid of their sufferings and sicknesses. 03
The desire and wish
To touch the holy water and
To get well soon
Had brought them there
In spite of their pity deplorable conditions. 04
On that fine beautiful morning
Along with the rising Sun
Jesus had come to Jerusalem
For a religious festival. 05
He was standing on one of the porches
And was looking towards those people
Who had gathered there
With all the love and kindness
In his heart for them
For all those
Who were either sick or blind,
Lame or paralyzed
Or had sufferings of some other kind. 06
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th Nov. 2012 To be concluded soon in Part 2