Long Prancer Poems

Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date

While yours truly sat here 
at the desk housing MacBook Pro,
pondering his next idée fixe apropos
for gamut of anonymous readers,
he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually
exploded out rear...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club on the base,
jist me and my sisters alone in the...

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It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her...

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I’m so afraid, oh, so afraid, a melody I sing.
I need to find a way back to the North Pole? 
I shouldn’t have sneaked on Santa’s sleigh. 

I was all excited, I had made plans...

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Mine Nightmare With Social Anxiety,...
Now Mostly Purged

Decades removed when body electric
felt tortured reverberated, and quaked
with MegaDeath repercussions tattooing, 
piercing, foisting, ensnaring, drubbing
 
drum beat indelibly 'pon psyche NON 
MEMORABLE years gone bye felled 
psyche with...

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This December 17th, 2024...

alternately titled: a literary retrospective when holiday times living hand to mouth in Penn Valley fraught with slim pickings and yours truly felt utterly miserable that nary a delivery from Santa Claus...

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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and all were asleep,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sheep.
The cattle were snoozing, the pigs were at rest
And the chickens were settled asleep on the nest.

Apart from some...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there

The children...

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It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My...

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This December 17th, 2021...

Totally tubular fiction yup,
nevertheless I reflect 
the year (arbitrarily plucked from misty past)
Santa Claus did not show up
courtesy imagination license
cruel as crippled poet pan handler 
rattling his empty cup.

Though blink of time...

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There's a Reindeer that nobody knows,
and it is, quite frankly, a shame!
He is loved by most other reindeer.
Alva, is that reindeers name!

I'll tell you the story of Alva,
whose home is in the North Pole!
This storys...

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Triggered to skyhigh elevated state
when I received communiqué
courtesy management warden
christened and otherwise
known as Jackie Geiger
dated March 9, 2022.

She averred fruit fly infestation
constituted lease violation,
which could spell eviction
since said issue involving
Drosophila melanogaster
necessitated costly
exterminator intervention
subsequently delivered resultant
severe...

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The Christmas when  Santa got Fat 

Kris Kringle rubbed his belly; he was feeling really hungry indeed
Mrs Claus had put him on a diet of what he felt was chicken feed
Brussel Sprouts and Lima...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas
As I was getting ready for my hot date
Putting on sexy lace, hoping he’s not late
Hanging mistletoe and smiling as I wait

I hear his car pull in, he’s now at my...

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Upon the first date (decades ago) with the gal,
whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed
we agreed to dine at an ex-mex eatery
in north Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread
carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the...

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Suddenly without bedmate and counterpart 
   one month shy of fifty years, no deity could answer
razor sharp emotional pain cut to the quick 
   recollecting ballroom dancer

himself as a handsome youth...

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(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home).

to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect 
   induces existential...

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fast as a blitzen comet, 
     this dashing prancer 
     contra dancer 
     (i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip

with cupid ditty toward his...

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written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
* * * * * * * * * *...

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Who are you
on your best WiseElder day,
in your healthiest culture reinvesting place
and time?

I am an ecological theology writer
with my pen,
a fighter
with my punishing,
shaming and blaming words,
a delighter
without swords
for unnecessary self-defense.

Who are you?

I am a parent
and...

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One year,  over the ocean, Santa veered  off course
His reindeer were battling a hurricane  force. 
As the sleigh went  spinning and spiraling around,
 an  island appeared far below on the ground,
dotted with palms on  a white sandy beach.
Santa took heart that land was in...

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I know how to find  

Something silver like a dime  

Just like brew in a stein  

I wanted it to be mine   

Without a decline  

Decided to take the...

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house floor
the mice do play. The cat is wise and starts to chase, this is war.
The mice very nimble and fast invade the cabinets and drawers....

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