Long Presents Poems
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I’m sitting at my computer, waiting for inspiration.
You know,
that magical moment when poetic words arrive.
And the concept, meaning, and words just flow.
I’m waiting and waiting and nothing….
It is a Christmas Day tragedy
No presents arrive for me.
Only the cold black piece of mental coal…
If only I were more patient
I might have something important to say.
It is annoying to bring lovely lyrics to life
Then find no one home.
When my thoughts are blank
And I just cannot make anything fit.
Santa please bring me words of wisdom today.
My thoughts are encumbered,
And my music has stopped.
Grandma loved the Christmas scene
She even dyed her hair bright green
And though her bones did surely ache
She somehow found the strength to bake
Her cookies, sweets and cakes of fruit
Had left them all in hot pursuit
When Grandma left one fateful day
Without a word, as one would say
Christmas would not be the same
Did they have themselves to blame?
Cleaning, baking, decorating
Took its toll, there’s no debating
Where could she have gone and why?
and leaving not a single pie!
What, no tree of glittered light!
Their poor house, oh, what a sight!
Maybe they could clean and bake
If some effort they would take
Grandma would come back to see
All her presents , ‘neath the tree
But to find her, where to look
A reindeer run down like the book?
No, a friend had seen her hair!
A bright green glow just sitting there
Grandma was in a saloon!
Holding her big baking spoon
Knocking back drinks, one by one
When they found her, on the run!
Come back Grandma, they implored
Brought her home as Grandma snored
Waking to find Christmas cheer
Lessons learned for the new year!
'Twas the night before Christmas
and there was a heat wave
Poor Santa's beard itched him
The man was dyin' for a shave
But I've got a brand to protect
He reasoned with mirth
As he glued on his fake beard
and adjusted his girth
So Santa waddled shed-ward
to saddle up the reindeer
When his eyes lit on a sight
that ruined his whole year
Now just what did he see
that disturbed him no end
Why, he saw Mrs. Claus
in the arms of ten men
Those new elves he'd just hired
Millennials all
Handsome as hell
Every one over six-foot tall
What could he do
'Twas time to depart
How could he go out there
with a big broken heart
'Folks,' Santa shouted
'Whatever this looks like --
No presents this year
~ 'I'm going on strike!'
November 21, 2019
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
He was in the sixth grade one of those who are left out
But some memories never fade as his mom lost her bout
He was a good kid records show just always a bit behind
Little did anyone know how it felt to always be maligned
As with that big F for Failure he seldom received any relief
Christmas would bring more perhaps adding to his grief
Students presents piled high his was right near the end
He hadn't the money to buy but such a gift he would send
The perfume was used and the bracelet was missing a bead
The students confused so they followed their teachers lead
How beautiful she said of the smell and this beautiful bracelet
Agreeing with her every student as well "the best one could get"
Waiting for minutes after the bell then going up to her to say
That's how my mom used to smell, her bracelet worn each day
And after the little boy walked away she thanked the Lord above
Realizing that on this day the Holy Spirit filled her heart with love
I don't know about the rest of the world,
But New Zealand will be sitting pretty this Christmas.
Santa may have trouble delivering the presents for the children,
We are not out of the woods with Covid, but fingers crossed.
Some family members will be stuck overseas,
And the number of homeless is on the rise.
But with enough Mangoes and Bananas for all,
We will be sitting pretty this Christmas.
We are so glad the government got their priorities right,
And let Mangoes and Banana's through without going into isolation.
We hope the rest of the world takes note,
so, everyone no matter where they live can have Mangoes and Banana's
too, this Christmas.
For Breakfast Christmas morning we will be serving banana pancakes,
With blueberries and strawberries etc.
Christmas dinner will be followed by Mango ice cream and bananas with
chocolate sauce.
And maybe a Mango Drink with or without Alcohol.
Of course, if we get tired of Mangoes and Bananas,
We are never short of Kiwi fruit or cream and chocolate.
I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year,
Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer,
In the living room, presents beneath its boughs,
A holiday aura, a delightful vow.
My daughter opts for a real Spruce so divine,
Decked in finery, outshining mine,
Alpine scent wafts, a winter's sweet reprieve,
Snowy visions, Christmas Eve.
Around the lake on a cool, cloudy day,
Live trees adorned in hues, a picturesque display,
Birds chirp, lively ornaments on display,
Geese, swans, egrets in festive play.
Rain or shine, the tree stands bold,
A beacon of goodwill, a tale untold,
No shining lights, no silvery attire,
Yet, an aura of happiness, a radiant fire.
Christmas Day
Today it’s Christmas Day and no presents beneath the tree
Neglected 12 months of the year and today it's only me
Only remembered when favours needing done
Can't they ask somebody else, am I the only one?
I hear the sound of a child's laughter
Coming from the house next door
Maybe neighbours will invite me in
But they never have before
I see numerous deliveries of presents by the score
Nothing ever comes for me, they're always for next door
Family come and go, for she's a well-loved mum,
I hear their constant chatter, visitors I have none
At noon, I will go into my freezer
And take out my meal for one
Christmas Day is a lonely day
When you have no-one.
Toes are digits that seem not holding
Whenever earthly floor is scolding
The hearts which followed; upholding
The care packaged in rage withholding
Fingers are projected structures so retentive
Of abundant blessings growing in captive
Frowned at seriously like boost; disincentive
Yet bears the cross in street's style adaptive
Future travel to fro past and present
Yesterday presents me a classic peasant
Today acknowledge my humble adjustment-
My hands in good morrow: capable agent
Aim sits quietly at the feet of success
Everyone is laid abreast to h/her guess
While some keep moving in sweet progress,
Few sit up, redress and amazingly repossess
Defeat sings melodiously unto goodbye
When at night; darkness owned greeds deny
The pleasure I've taken to subsequently defy
The little vegetable land infertile soils decry
Luck whispers of chances not taken well
Been through that lane where pains dwell
I kindly erase all agony I suffered without shell
When pissed time surely heal and dispell
Mercy shines through tunnel of bright vision
Beyond the seen and accidental collision
Which builds up logical routes I don't envision
Profitably equip me with the best provision
Clock Watching
Stare blankly at a Clock
And watch time stop
On clockwise finger's
As seconds linger
Into Day's and Month's
And when you wake
From the tick and tock
Of the body's clock
Your face will appear older
The Winters colder
And what has seemed a solitary minute
Has come to pass
A life in sections
We choose to remember
In broken memories
Once Upon a time
When time seemed a plenty
And not an entry
In a hard backed diary
Of Wenses Las
And Christmas presents
Wrapped up in paper
That has long been recycled
Into AA batteries of childhood toy's
That many a young boy wished to share
With the surly bad girl
Who plays on his street
In ribbon ponytails
That every Day
In windy May
To counting clocks his heart then stopped
In fails and blushes
As she hopelessly crushes
His strange advances
Skipping rope and making dances
On the same old clock's
And run down street
Where what's elapsed
Has yet to meet
The Boy and Girl
Who yesterday
Divorced whence Married
And are still praying for time
It was Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree was aglow
With fairy lights and Christmas decorations,
Our four year old suddenly said Mommy,
Why don’t we have snow,
Only seen pictures of Santa with lots of his elf relations
And Rudolph who loves the snow, so how does Santa
Come to us, where it is so hot and we have to keep cool,
By splashing all day in our pool?
Do you think Santa will remember I want a Panda
Bear and what about my Nursery rhyme book,
My old one has a torn cover, don’t worry darling,
He has your letter, you also mentioned that you want to look
Like Superman, I gave him a big hug, my sparkling starling!
Santa remembers every child I explained,
Our son was so excited his concentration span, that of
An excited four year old child, what smells so yummy
Mommy? Jam tarts and chocolate biscuits! He let out a giggle
I remember last year, Santa loved your jam tarts,
He really has such a fat tummy,
How with such a fat tummy does he wiggle and jiggle
Out of the chimney, last year he finished every jam tart,
And he even left a piece of his beard behind on the mug,
And his boots had snow, so he left footprints on the floor,
Right from the front door!
How does he do it all in one night, what time does he start,
He came to my side of the breakfast nook and gave me a hug.
Tommy’s daddy has no job, so I asked Santa to bring him a kite
I hope he does, what time it is mummy. Almost time for bed,
It’s late. Next year I’ll be five, I’ll ask Santa for a bike.
I am so excited, how will I sleep, I’ll close my eyes tight he said,
Our youngster was exhausted from all the excitement and fell asleep
This was our cue, we put his presents under the brightly lit tree,
And had another quick peep, to make sure he was fast asleep.
In the sky that night, was one very bright star,
Which I am sure, could seen by all, whether near or far.
We put on the Christmas carols, and sang softly along,
Counting our blessings and praying they lasted our whole life long.