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Early Christmas Thoughts
Jesus, we want the world to honor us.
We don't ask for your honor, though!
We are children of the Most High
God.
And on this,your birthday,
We honor a fat man in a red suit.
What must you think of us?
We drive throgh towns honoring
plastic snowmen and deer.
No signs of you, your Mother or Father.
We spend thousands on presents,
trees and decorations,
Icicles and peppermint sticks.
Christmas pajamas, candles galore.
Electronic devices to separate us..
Each family member hooked up to
the outside world..not less...
But exceedingly more!
Forgive us God, we are more and more
no longer your sons and daughters.
We have two powerful gods running us...
Eternal busy-ness plus the Internet.
You are no longer a priority, no
longer a star on our tree,
Just an optional thing.
Our houses will not reflect your birth.
We don't know how to pray..
I can't imagine Jesus, what you think
of us...
God the Father in heaven gave us you.
But this holiday is absolutely about all
things...but Jesus.
Our Christmas cards reflect the same,
a total shame!
It's not about you and your Holy name.
As once it was...
We grow further from thee.
Please forgive us.
We are lost sheep!
June 21, 2019
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there's a town named "Accident"
in Garrett County, Md.
they teach piano lessons there
SHe told me jis name was
Buceta Grande
come somma cazzo
pearmint (Mentha spicata): A classic, versatile mint with a refreshing flavor.
Peppermint (Mentha x piperita): Known for its strong, cooling aroma and flavor.
Chocolate Mint (Mentha x piperita): Offers a unique chocolate-like scent and flavor.
Pineapple Mint (Mentha suaveolens 'Variegata'): Features variegated leaves and a pineapple-like scent.
Apple Mint (Mentha suaveolens): Good for mint jelly and has a strong apple scent.
Corsican Mint (Mentha requienii): A miniature variety, great for containers and ground cover.
Eau de Cologne Mint (Mentha x piperita f. citrata): A refreshing mint with a citrusy scent.
She calls me Darling
I call her Kitten
I try to keep her smitten
in the bed or in the kitchen
The Ozark 10 is a group of people who
done decided that they were goona
BBQ this summer at least once a week
even if someone pre-cooks
the food the day of
to have summer suppers all summer
Written by Leonidas R Trey
Piano Player
and Cantar(
(I usaully sing Tenor so that
the contrabassoon don't
tease me so much)
Winter’s snow softly falls, flurries
invite me to a magic kingdom -
naïve of bitterness. Cold and warmth
tethered together - in lover’s arms, in hats and coats,
ethereal frozen hands over a chestnut fire.
Rivers made with planks of ice - bridges to a
macrocosm ecstasy of skating, sledding and more - all
against a backdrop of ancient oaks, maples and pines -
glazed with vanilla icing. Gilded Rooftops trill peppermint*
icicles. We snap them off and lick, like lollipops. Rosy-cheeked
children melt, in this serendipitous, wonderland of snow.
12/24/2016
*Illusion to candy canes
I would like a little candy dish on my head please, the sow said.
We filed past, trying to ignore the sweet spectacle on her head.
She is always trying for extra attention hissed old goose Jed.
Maybe she needs a bit more TLC, observed Beau a chowder head.
I am tired of Old Sow getting all of the attention every time!
She is so grouchy and grumpy, not any friend of mine.
Maybe she needs a person to issue friendship and be kind.
Why don’t we invite her to the restaurant to dine?
Would she share that peppermint stick or chocolate mint? Asked Lee.
He is all about being fair, fighting with anyone who dares disagree.
The sow heard them speaking of her and puffed up with pride.
But she did not want to share her candy when they got inside.
FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch & ribwort plantain,clover
in English rain.Scabious,burnets butteflies
and bees hawthorn and scented woodruff.
Briar brambles sprawl,in dogrose so tall
above harts-tongue.
Seabank with scattered seaweed &
feathery fennel in aniseed;Alexander’s
leaves so green this tender cusine.
Welcome wholesome fat hen,vibrant
shoots the vimen in Lamb’s lettuce
in Jack-in-the-hedge in wild radish,
cress&chive,where majoram &sweet
cicely thrive.Seabeet,and chard also survive.
Wild parsnip the confectioner,tansy to savour.
Stinging nettles so green,peppermint oil
pick-me-up, in coltsfoot syrup cup.
From Flights of Fancy 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Steep a bag of peppermint tea
into a cup of boiling water
and let it bleed
The minty flavor blends and holds
that peppermint aroma bold
A sniff of steam tickles your nose
and goes way down to curl your toes
Blow the steam and take a sip
taste of peppermint cleanse the palate
Refreshes the mouth and clears the nose
again the peppermint can curl your toes
Hot and savory on a cold day
peppermint tea keeps the chills away
Better yet don't remiss
peppermint tea gives you kissable breath
No sugar or honey I need
drink it straight my peppermint tea
For the stomach it does soothe
relaxes tensions into smooth
Peppermint tea a minty delight
think I'll have another cup tonight
Deep pain bores into scalp as eyelids struggle to open;
Glaring sun menaces eyes as they face the sky boldly.
First thought dawns on me like elixir; I'm alive!
The vast blue sky seems to smile upon my spirit holy.
Hands try to grasp hot sand as I wade to turn on stomach.
Pitiless grains escape between my fingers, mockingly.
In tremendous effort, I crawl to nearest patch of shade.
My heart pumps heavily while sweat oozes out profusely.
Images flash; I'm pushed off yacht by lover unfaithful.
Mock inability to swim; I acted it wisely.
His satisfied grin is all I could see before diving.
Skills of past champion revived, I swam courageously.
This virgin island, is haven to me now;
Life's strong in me! Branches I shove away, decisively.
Cautious exploration; Travelers trees welcome me.
With stick sharp I poke at it, water flows abundantly!
I do drink to my content and refresh myself while hares
jump around; I whisper to them and one stops daringly.
"Angel" I mumble as I follow it; on water melon I stumble.
Food! Hit with stone; humid sweet red flesh to wolf greedily.
Twigs, I gather and "SOS" I draw on the white expanse.
Angel from hole, under branched tree, beckons me temptingly.
A red bird hovers; branches dry and green, some Ravenala leaves,
enough to give me most desired tree lodge, marvelously.
"Now, some thorough exploration." Angel nods approval.
Disgust filled heart softens and I long to hug her fondly.
On other side of island, I land in a rocky area.
Good heaven! Rainwater is trapped in a pond; so lovely.
The sun sets the direction and I venture inland.
Swarm of mosquitoes invade my burnt skin, voraciously.
I run like a mad to land among wild peppermint.
No mosquito here…repellent herbs! I deduce quickly.
Handfuls I pluck, to rub on my body at night.
My watermelon shell, now dry, serves me efficiently.
Pipik, my red bird and Angel watch "friends, how to light this tinder nest?"
Eureka! here, my heart shaped glass pendant gleams suddenly.
Settled nearly for a week now, hope never leaves me.. I'm to live!
2/02/17
2nd and 4th line of each quatrain has 14 syllable.
(checked on howmanysyllable.com)
Placed 4th on 6 winners (judged 7/02/17) Tropical Island by Shadow Hamilton
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice,
Mrs. Claus’ pajamas on Christmas Eve.
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice.
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice,
Santa’s ho ho ho sleigh preparing to leave.
Those wayward reindeers, he cattle calls thrice.
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice,
snacking on the pines — those peppermint thieves,
sticky antlers treading holiday ice.
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice —
smart boxes and bows make children believe
and grateful parents are good with the price.
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice.
A mischievous elf off the shelf named Steve
is pilfering cookies — they’re Santa’s vice.
One chill boss in a sled would not suffice —
the crazy entourage of Christmas Eve.
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice,
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice.
12/3/2020
Deck The Halls Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Joseph May
Checked with rhymezone.com
My eyes screamed as the blinding yellow light latched itself modest self upon me.
Why?
It happened so fast—so unexpectedly.
At first, my mouth watered as the taste of peppermint fermented on my tongue and the scent of jasmine danced in my thoughts. I was so happy, and I am still so happy.
But why do I lie here on the ground, drawing a sweat as I have to consciously pump air in and out of my lungs! Why do I stare at the ceilings at night thinking of nothing but those tormenting demons who scream me lullabies at night! I am so happy!
The days are blinks, and the nights linger like the smell of a rotting opossum disemboweled on the turnpike. My bed encases me, and my sheets burn my wrists and ankles as they twist around my unwilling body.
“Help me, please!” I will silently scream. “Please.”
Hours go by and my eyes burn from the salty crust forming around them. Even blinking took too much strength, for the night devours my will, my hope, my time.
So here I am. Happy. I truly am happy. But I can’t explain why the nights love me so. Maybe it’s because I might not love myself as much as they love me.
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The Christmas tree was real, always~
pine needles littering the carpet
like fallen promises.
Mother's hands smelled of pine resin
and brandy-soaked fruitcake~
her laugh a ribbon unwinding
through the underheated rooms.
We believed in everything then~
the rustle of wrapping paper angels,
the miracle of snow settling on the porch
like an angel’s breath.
Through a haze of woodsmoke
the radio hummed of
Bing Crosby Christmas tunes
while our wool socks scratched
against Granny’s sofa,
its springs complaining
beneath our sugar-rushed weight.
No one told us time could be folded
like tissue paper around a gift~
that decades later,
we’d still taste peppermint sticks
and hear the distant choir
of a dozen jingle bells
still tied to the doorknob
of memory.