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That was an extraordinary Christmas eve for Santa to remember.
In colorful fancy wraps he packed all the gifts through the night,
loaded them on the sleigh until the dawn’s first sunlight shined,
when on snow-laid track the reindeer led by Rudolph charged.
After a while chilled breeze stopped flowing across Santa’s face,
warm winds blowing over palm trees and sands soon greeted him,
that turned in a twist of fate into a strong gust of steamy rainstorm.
He had gone off course, got stranded in Florida, found no way out.
Rudolph was confused, the reindeer stood still in the blinding rain,
but Santa had to move, he had gifts to give to the waiting children.
With magical flick of reins, he made the reindeer leap, the sleigh soar,
resumed his journey north to complete his job on white Christmas eve.
Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.
Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages,
sweat and lay down
under a fierce fluorescence.
Skimpy shorts and gang-inks.
The porous sound of feral hormones
seethes over some slight,
branded onto a Facebook page.
They flop onto the slatted bench
produce a smart phone,
scroll through pictures,
moue and glower softening
as baby shots are thumbed.
Melting smiles, then
they hold up the cell for me to see.
When they get up
the backs of their thighs
are marked by the wooden seat.
Washing spins on.
I signed up for beginner lessons at a gourmet cooking school
Everything was going well at first; the chef was pretty cool
Aroma of well-seasoned chicken parmesan made me drool
But that was before the dramatic entrance of a silly fool
Smilin' like the Cheshire Cat, his name was Dulydunnylac
He went stridin' around the kitchen, callin' everyone, 'Jack.'
We were dressed in white, but Duly said he only wears black
Chef said, "Not here, you won't, and don't think of talking back."
Duly mumbled as he made pasta, but I ignored his chit chat
He made a dish with ginger; called it 'Gineramacolgeepat'
The chef sniffed it before he took a bite, and then he spat
No words spoken, but their eyes locked in scornful combat
I created a dish in Duly's honor, and named it 'Egernomenality'
which translated into, "Duly is eager but has no mentality"
He took a bunch of swings at me with enthusiasm and vitality
so I had him arrested and he'll appear in court for an illegality
The whole class graduated, 'cept for Duly, that big surly fella
We made spicy Florinella pizza, loaded with extra mozzarella
but some classmates were turning the shade of yucky yella
One by one we were hospitalized, suffering from salmonella
'Twas the night before Christmas and outside blew a gale
Ol' Santa had a brainwave and on his sleigh rigged a sail
He was preparing for what lay ahead, an arduous task
Then waved goodbye to Mrs Claus and put on a face mask.
First he delivered to the all the cities then town after town
But cross winds were now blowing that slowed the sleigh down
He then put down on the highway to dismantle the sail
And the flapping of the sail fabric tickled Rudolphs tail.
Rudolph thought it was Santa and started moving away
But Santa was on the roadside minus his sleigh
The air turned quite blue, ( I wont repeat what he said )
Santa's face was the colour, like his suit a bright red.
He took out his cell phone and dialed nine one one
And told the bemused operator what had gone on
"My head reindeer Rudolph has made off with my sleigh
That's loaded with kids presents for Christmas day".
An all points bulletin was sent out for the runaway sleigh
Santa prayed that the traffic cops would save the day
Cops in choppers were scrambled and to save at any cost
The magic of christmas, that looked like 'twould be lost.
By now Rudolph was getting tired and stopped for a rest
Then the cops in choppers landed, to make an arrest
Rudolph pleaded his innocence and said he didn't know
Then looked behind him and said " where the hell did he go?".
It was all a misunderstanding and everything turned out okay
Sleigh and Santa were reunited and went off on their way
He cracked his whip then from a bottle took a large sup
Told Rudolph to get a move on as the kids would soon be up.
He delivered all the presents and now house lights were coming on
Santa was full of praise for Rudolph, for the hard work that he'd done
He made for home going by the airfield with five crates of elf beer
As a thank you to the chopper cops and to bring them some cheer.
Meanwhile at home Mrs Claus was preparing the turkey
She knew that when Santa got home he'd be tired and hungry
Santa phoned her on his cell phone , she answered "yes dear"
He said "Merry Christmas Mrs Claus and a happy new year".
Written on 3rd December 2020.
Christmas Poems Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
I don't cuss or smoke,
And I don't chew "tabakky";
I don't sniff or dip snuff,
Ugh! that stuff is just tacky;
I only drink on occasion,
Like at sundown and such;
I rarely go to casinos
Or play the lottery much;
I've never had to pay child support
Or owed back alimony;
I may go shopping for steak
But usually bring home baloney;
I don't snort or shoot drugs;
Have no rings in my nipples;
Tried to get a tattoo, once,
But couldn't stand all the tickles.
Folks who're loaded with vices
Seem to have all the fun.
Why am I the exception
And not have even one?
I admit it, I'm dull,
And my life's complete boredom.
Sure, I'd have vices, too,
If I could better afford 'em.
The main reason I'm good,
And I won't try to fudge it,
Is because being bad
Is just not in my budget.
It was Christmas Eve night and Santa was in a pickle
when Dasher was caught giving Blitzen a quick tickle
He and Dancer had been seriously dating for a year
but his flirtatious ways had her crying tear after tear.
Worried, Rudolph told Santa she refused to fly tonight
if Dasher was going to be harnessed next to her in flight.
"Oh, dear," said Santa. Now, what am I supposed to do?"
Rudolph's nose was blinking as he said, "I haven't a clue."
The sled was already loaded down with presents and toys
waiting to be delivered to all the good little girls and boys.
Santa had a new reindeer waiting at his first stop in Britain,
a handsome one who winked at Dancer, and she was smitten.
Picture this: The dust is swirling down Main Street, the sun is high and unforgiving, and the air is thick with the smell of pine boxes. Anne is following a funeral wagon, and Richard steps out from the shadows of the general store, spurs jingling like a warning bell.
The wagon creaked, a heavy load of grief,
And Anne stood tall, her eyes a stormy gray.
She stared at him—that low-down, grinning thief—
Who'd gunned her kin down just the other day.
She spat into the dirt near his black boots:
"You serpent, with your tongue all slick with grease!
You tore my family up right by the roots,
And now you've got the gall to ask for peace?"
Richard tipped his dusty, wide-brimmed hat,
And leaned against a hitching post to sigh.
"Now, Miss," he drawled, "it wasn't quite like that.
I did it 'cause I couldn't bear your eye
To look on any man but me.
It's true— I cleared the trail so I could ride with you."
She gripped her holster, knuckles turning white,
The town went quiet, waiting for the crack.
"I'd sooner share a bed with snakes tonight
Than have a coward's shadow at my back!"
But Richard stepped in close, his voice a hum,
He offered her his gun, the grip turned out.
"Then pull the trigger, gal, and strike me dumb,
If my 'true love' is something you still doubt."
She hesitated.
The iron felt like ice.
He watched her with a wolfish, steady gaze.
He'd stacked the deck and loaded every dice,
And lured her right into his wicked maze.
She didn't fire. She let the hammer drop,
And Richard grinned, the devil in his vest.
He knew right then the killing wouldn't stop
Until he'd cleared the ranch and claimed the West.
If you could see, the inside of me
What would you view, that you would want to see
For inside of me for any given year
Is loaded with music, it's my driven steer
Whether it's Rock with Deep Purple
Or Wish You Were Here with Pink Floyd
Inside my head
Music fills my brain void
Karnataka to Mostly Autumn
Thin Lizzy through the years
That's the way it is by Bruce Hornsby
His keyboard play brings my tears
But I can be rough and ready
And tank up the amps
Coloured Blind by Skin
Leaves me racially in thanks
Whole Lotta Love
Should be out there in force
Music should be in us
It's a matter of course
Close your eyes to the melody
Hey! it's the Moody Blues
When they played Red Rock
What gem would you choose
To answer your question
What has the past year brought
Another year of learning
Air guitar sought
Apart from seeing my kids prosper
Music avenue is my world
And watch them grow into their tomorrows
I have so much to be heard
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-3.php
The sunset was amazing,
Blinding,
Divine, wonderful!
Yet, standing on the ocean bed
Was a warship
Loaded, armed,
Ready to attack!
It felt like life on Earth had become hell
Now,
To fight shall we
To try to survive shall we
All else,
Dreams, secrets, longings,
Ambitions, love, great becomings,
Nothing would ever be of purpose!
I wanted to immortalize it on my camera
So bent was I on my purpose
That I saw you not standing nearby
Trying to grasp the sight as well!
Pray,
Should this warship be between us?
Said I to you
As you made me realize of your presence
Why does it even exist?
Why is it here?
What is it supposed to achieve?
Without it,
Life would be all love
Grandiose, exciting,
A stay worth all its due
In a world which gives us not its meaning!
Pray,
Should this warship be between us
Repeated I again
While looking deep into your eyes,
Losing myself in their depth
So much that I saw not time
As it sped by
Bidding the sun to sleep
And the moon to glow, as gloriously as ever!
I knew not when I was pulled into your warmth
I knew not when the night drew its stars on the dark sky
I knew not when the waves turned rogue enough
As to sink the warship!
I knew nothing,
Other than experiencing the bliss
Of swivelling in between the urges of both our needs!
I knew nothing till the next day,
When I woke up
With the revelation that the Gods
Were finally content!
[Verse 1]
She walks in flames, a fire in her eyes,
A riddle cloaked in mystery and skies.
Too hot to hold, too bright to see,
She’s the secret no one’s meant to keep.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every step, she leaves a spark,
Lighting up the shadows in my heart.
But I can’t reach, can’t touch the flame—
Just dance around her haunted name.
[Chorus]
She’s the enigma in red,
A story left unread.
Dancing on the edge
Of every word I never said.
Too wild, too free,
She burns right through me.
The enigma in red
Won’t get out of my head.
[Verse 2]
She left a note on a diner napkin—
Just half a line, the ink half gone.
I’ve read it fifty times since then,
Still don’t know what she was on.
I chased the glow and lost my way,
Drawn to her heat like a moth to day.
She never stopped—just passed me through,
And left me scorched, but nothing new.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every glance, a loaded dare,
Like maybe I was never there.
I tried to hold, I tried to stay—
But some flames just slip away.
[Chorus]
She’s the enigma in red,
A story left unread.
Dancing on the edge
Of every word I never said.
Too wild, too free,
She burns right through me.
The enigma in red
Won’t get out of my head.
[Bridge]
Maybe one day I’ll find the key—
Some reason why she looked at me.
But till then I’ll sit with the scar,
Admiring the burn from afar.
[Final Chorus]
She’s the enigma in red,
A name I half-forget.
Still dancing in my head,
With every word I never said.
Too wild, too free,
Still tearing through me.
The enigma in red—
The best and worst of me.
[Outro]
She’s the whisper in the quiet night,
A flicker fading out of sight.
An ember glowing, soft and low,
Where broken dreams and secrets go.
The heat that warms, the sting that stays,
A dance of light in twilight haze.
An enigma wrapped in scarlet thread—
A flame that burns inside my head.
And though I reach, she slips away,
A ghost of fire at break of day.
Forever caught between the red,
The words I’ll never say… unsaid.
Note: Grateful for an 10th place finish in the Your Choice N Contest.