Long Holiday Poems
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Lone
Dog Tag Drone
All alone
Controlled by a cell phone
And its mysterious, dial tone
When it rings
Dog Tag does its thing
Go there
Don’t look scared
Over here
Better not have any fear
Summoned to work
Dog Tag blew its cork
Said “No
I am not going to go
My technology is brand new
Known by few
Pretty cool
Tool
Intellectual not a fool
I can photograph up-close action
Turning it into an exciting attraction
There are other duties I can do
Helping others get through
A dangerous mission
Since I can obtain proper position
Putting, human life not at risk
Just a simple disposable floppy disk
As for being used to explode
That is a definitely a no go”
Startled by the robotic machine's stance
The computer programmer took another glance
Wondered can Dog Tag sing and dance
Enjoy the spotlight
Gleaming bright
Cardboard box disposed
Leaving a cardboard flattened rose
Freeing Dog Tag from the shipping cage
Allowing it to embrace theatrical stage
Audience will enthusiastically applause
Knowing the Dog Tag Drone does indoor malls
Outside the electronic store
Confident and sure
Writing musical scores
Wanting a platform floor
Tempting teasing
Eye ear pleasing
Entertaining, customers spinning legendary military tales
Luring buyers, towards weekend holiday sales
Safely without fail
Upon these craggy hills, I sit and in wonderment, I stare
Gods beauty is reflected everywhere
thundering surf crashing below
It's Thomas Hardy's world we know
The limestone rock formations
Millions of years the transformation
Under the sea, they lay until the continents collided
And here they stand in awe, magnificently divided.
The Jurassic coast of Dorset
Lulworth Cove its corset.
On ancient hills, my feet now trudge
I give myself a needed nudge
A little further up the hill
I feel a sudden eerie chill
The ghost of Thomas Hardy in our midst
Least I fool you with my wist.
I walk upon these craggy hills
The ocean below its froth it spills
How much longer, my feet are aching
The suns come out and I am baking.
A little further, a little more
Around the corner awaits Durdle Door
I punch my fist up in the air,
What I see below is rare.
Durdle Door the famous arch
I reached it finally. I am parched.
I snap the pictures in disbelief
There it stands like a commander in chief
The arch looks like a dinosaur
The thunderous waves roar with encore
My eyes hug the cliffs along the coast
The Atlantic Ocean blue, the sky reflecting in its hue
A ship in the distance is sailing
I must make my visit brief Adele and the dogs are waiting
I quench my thirst with much-needed water
I should have made her come, I should have brought her.
The snaps and video will have to do
I loved my trip down the Jurassic coast and so will you.
Christmas eaves’ drop - red and green leaves of pre-December.
The snow-white clouds, the beard of Santa Claus’ pre-remember.
The elves are surely hammering
whilst Mrs. Claus is yammering.
The yawning of maples and oaks ‘fore their pre-sugar-plum dream.
Boughs with wrappings held high in the pre-burr of holiday theme.
The silver bells are jingling
whilst Mrs. Claus is mingling.
The squirrels gathering chestnuts - heading for the pre-open fire.
This is the time of cheer when old white men are on pre-hire.
Elves in the North Pole, serious
whilst Mrs. Claus is merrily delirious.
Milk, cookies, hot chocolate - cupped, shaped, pre-bakes.
The crisp, grim, lake of late Autumn leaves, Daddy rakes.
From bed, whoops an early “ho-ho-ho!”
whilst Mrs. Claus helps Santa glow.
11/4/2022
His young bride took The Twelve Days of Christmas to extreme extremes!
His true love kept piling on useless stuff well beyond his wildest dreams!
On the First Day of Christmas she gave him a shovel for shoveling snow!
On the Second Day of Christmas she gave him a cheap jug of Red Bordeaux!
On the Third Day of Christmas he was presented with a scruffy mutt!
On the Fourth Day of Christmas he received a one-way ticket to Terre-Haute!
On the Fifth Day of Christmas she graced his skull with a silly beanie cap!
On the Sixth Day of Christmas she handed him an African contour map!
On the Seventh Day of Christmas he got a used Michelin radial tire!
On the Eighth Day of Christmas he was stunned to receive a roll of barbed wire!
On the Ninth Day of Christmas he received a membership in the Red Hat Society!
On the Tenth Day of Christmas a collection of buttons - a most bizarre variety!
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas a parrot that spoke dirty words so gross!
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas he got a Visa Card bill leaving him morose!
He was underwhelmed by all her generosity but thought it mighty *****,
And was so thankful that Christmas came around just once a year!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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In my urban garden, a charming sight I see,
Wild turkeys roam, happy and carefree.
No inkling of worry, no impending alarm,
For the impending Turkey Day, no cause for harm.
Oh, how delightful to witness them so spry,
Unaware of the feasting day drawing nigh.
They're free and alive, in their own joyful way,
Thanksgiving, from our bushes, how they convey.
They peck and they wander, their feathers so bright,
A scene so serene, a pure, grateful sight.
No roasting pans here, no holiday fuss,
Just wild turkeys wandering, in nature's trust.
They teach us a lesson, in their quiet stroll,
To savor life's moments, to be in control.
Thanksgiving, not just on a single day's spread,
But in being carefree, alive, and well-fed.
So, here in my garden, among bushes they thrive,
Wild turkeys roam, and in peace, they arrive.
Thankful for life, for the freedom they strive,
Teaching joy in being, how to truly live.
Our first holiday spent abroad
three years after we got wed
up in the air we flew away
to a country we had only read
Switzerland was our ultimate destination
the land of mountains chocs and snow
this was to be the land of our dreams
always looking back with hearts aglow
We went to stay at Wilderswil
a lovely little beautiful place
it wasn't far along from Interlaken
another fab town to plant your case
We travelled up the Jungfrau
full of snow as sun shined bright
quite an experience was all that
walk along lake Thun at night
Special memories this all brings
never to be forgotten were these days
loved the Swiss chocolate exceedingly
it made you into real cocoa craze
We still look back on our memories
of us in the snow trekking out
these days never be forgotten
really special moments without a doubt
Christmas is filled with merriment, a holiday of good cheer
Carolers singing and Santa's Ho Ho Ho, we lovingly hold dear
Trimming the tree with twinkling lights and garlands of gold
Sharing cherished family traditions that will never grow old
It's a time for embracing the things we see, taste and touch
Those amazing moments of Christmas that we love so much
Smiles and eyes aglow, bringing Frosty to life with new snow
Fabulous feasts and sweet honeyed kisses 'neath the mistletoe
Christmas with loved ones.... oh, how it sparkles and gleams
and Silent Night is a whisper of love, spoken in our dreams
Gifts wrapped in silver paper, tied with red ribbons and yet ~
it's the gift of God's precious Son, that we must never forget
December 22, 2020
Tania Kitchin's Christmas Rhyme Contest
Why do people come together
When it's only stormy weather
From a disaster in our lives
Bringing pain and lots of strife
Or a holiday so grand
Everyone across the land
Is happy cheerful full of smiles
That only lasts a little while
Shouldn't we all be like this
Full of caring loving bliss
Every day and not just those
That we all have picked and chose
Lets be one bighearted family
Helping others each day-- can we
Dig down deep and pull out
What living is all about
Don't wait till its dreary and sad
Or a cheery happy and glad
Event to occur until we become
A world family joined as one
The day was warm for winter;
The sun was shining bright.
The skaters circled on the ice
And held each other tight.
The booths were filled with shoppers
In search of stocking fare.
The carousel spun ‘round, its music
Wafting in the air.
We wandered through the market,
Suburban pals in tow,
So glad our day had sunshine
‘Stead of bitter cold or snow.
At lunch, we laughed and chatted
And clinked our pints of beer,
With promises of meeting
Once again this time next year.
A holiday tradition
With some dear and long-time friends
Is the perfect way to usher out
December, as it ends.
Papa unexpectedly overtaken with woe
flashback shook me complex edifice
head, shoulder, knees in to toe
quietly processing silent film status quo
shant upended jollity
between when a little girl no
matter mine nonconformist
mien unconditionally accepted,
ye dear daughter(s) don't know
sudden onset of anguish ho... ho... ho
holiday cavorting accentuated as
charade, facade, masquerade fueling ego
particularly Santa with the Misses,
and her sharp claws
keeping warm while
temperature five below.
No matter most every detail
I accurately gauge to attest
your life bustling
chock full o' zest
withheld, no doubt emotions
smolder within your chest
and kudos to thee lovely offspring
(both) packed bags
and headed out west
twas honorable duty, though now...
papa feels like
an unwanted guest
thee survived, albeit psyche bruised,
undergoing the electric
kool aid acid test
laughter when playing
Mancala, Uno, Sorry, et cetera,
how dada predictably did jest
when table turned,
I (spoiler alert)
willingly, lovingly, and blithely
lost desire to win quest
to dispose cards, game
pieces, and/or glass beads
invariably other occasions
ye long since left (as thee must)
me and mother with an empty nest.
Nothing more doth
Matthew Scott ask or desire
then to delight and bask
as well educated hire
swimmingly how thee
learned to acquire
confidence and multitasking,
while I trod thru much
psychological muck mire
oft times (like now)
experiencing financial straits dire,
linkedin to when only youngster fire
within me belly to joie de vivre
peter out and prematurely expire
and yours truly reckons nothing
can change the past aghast being
deprived a marshmallow
at long ago time sharing campfire
with shortcomings scalding,
killing, crimping relationship,
doth now conclude another poetic wire.