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I know you are here
My old, friend
Hoovering til I cover
My nakedness
With warmth
What is to bring me comfort
In this life of storm
All this grief
That clings to form
I'm tired, so sleepy
I believe I will rest
Not now my love
I must confess
I can NOT endure your
....truth
Wait...I thought you knew me
Why do you push me toward
The very thing I loathe
A roaring fire
Some wine
A nice, pink, bath robe
You have no heart
Ideals and illusions
Leading down a path
Of elliptical conclusions
....never panning out
Fools gold
I've been sold
Way too old
To be told
....truth....with any value
No, no, I will not lend an ear
I need to sleep
Medicine will take me quick
It's prescribed
Rest is essential
I haven't the will....to fight
Fight!?!
That's not right
When did I fight
What's there to fight
When the doctor is right
....I must rest
Truth stands erect
Brazen, naked, on
My resting bed
She won't be denied
My old, trusted friend
...lied
......would have rejoiced
............if I had died....yet I remain
With a life, and a hell of a lot to gain.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-23-2022
Come take my hand the weather is fine
Walking together in the summer sunshine
All of a sudden it starts to get dark
So hurry to shelter in the local park
We huddle together in the kiosk door
Cuddled up with the man I adore
Then suddenly you grab my hand
We dance in the rain by the old bandstand
Our clothes and hair get soaking wet
We are so in love we do not fret
Back to your house we do retire
To snuggle in front of a roaring fire
It is there in the glow that you take my hand
Kneel and propose – now I understand
You are the one I’ve looked for all my life
I’m honoured to say ‘Yes, I’ll be your wife’
Jan Allison
9th August 2014
Summer is over and the farmer now rests from his toil,
Having labored hard to wrest his crops from the fruitful soil.
Fall has arrived and all the crops have been gathered in.
The corn, wheat and soy beans lie dormant in the granary bin.
It was a good year - his farm was favored with abundant rain.
Thankfully, there was no wind or hail, an anxious farmers' bane!
Pecks of onions, pertaters and carrots are preserved in the cellar,
Along with bushels of resplendent apples - golden, red and yeller!
The hogs are ready for market but he'll keep a pair for meat,
And he'll butcher a steer or so to ensure there's enough to eat.
His wife jammed mason jars full of beets, termaters and peas,
And there are a few honeycombs filched from the gullible bees!
He and the boys used crosscut saws to hew cords of wood for heating,
To warm their Victorian home from the winter's snows and sleeting.
There are jugs of cider to sip and ears of popping corn to pop,
As the family enjoys a roaring fire to reminisce with lore to swap!
The humble farmer was so grateful that on his knees he knelt,
To offer his gratitude to the Lord, a simple prayer most heartfelt.
A benevolent harvest moon smiled on the pastoral scene below,
Seemingly to bless the peaceful panorama with its mellow glow!
Christmases and Christmases ago down where the Camelias grow
There was a family whose money was low__not so much cash flow
'Twas the day before Christmas Eve and they didn't have their Christmas tree
nor stockings in a row
Their old artificial tree was looking very used_not even Charlie Brown could give
it a look renewed
There wasn't funds to buy a new one or a tree that the stores sold freshly cut
Mom decided to the woods they would go for a cedar to hunt
The whole family piled in that tiny little truck and across the creeks
and to the woods they flew like Santa in his sleigh
Walking, searching, searching not one suitable tree_fatigue, cold and huger
began to set in
So back to the truck they did plod sadly
And there right there was one Cedar which looked green and shapely
The man of house with his strong muscles and a chain saw quickly_cut that beauty
swinging high onto the truck proud of their great luck
Arriving home with tree in tow and placing it in its stand you know
Mom in the kitchen popping up some corn, making hot cocoa for us to warm
and
a fire she lay to heat up the room _then the tree we'd all groom
With the tree in place and a roaring fire, hot cocoa to warm all desires
An odor began to permeate the air_floating over here and there
"What is that scent?" mom did despair..
From that lovely green Cedar Tree a fowl scent circled the room
Dad laughed and laughed with a twinkling eye..
"A Tom Cat had sprayed that tree with a scent not very nice."...
So out the door the tree flew and Christmas Eve the hunt repeated...
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Happy Holidays
Free Verse
I chose Christmas Eve
Lately, I keep slipping back into
memories past, looking at the void
in my broken heart,
Tears falling uncontrollably like a
downpour of rain,
Sadly, they didn't ease the heartache
or the pain,
Determined to draw the line here
and now, to write a new chapter and
make a fresh start.
I will continue with the process to
heal and mend,
So that in the future, there won’t be
a need to pretend,
Armed with a page of positive words
to encourage the dwindling flame back
into a roaring fire,
And to convince both heart and soul
to renew their zest for passion and
desire.
I will hold on to Faith as the dark
shadows fade from the past,
And as a new spirit love will find me
again and I will embrace new joys with
excitement for as long as they last.
By Zyrool
Autumn comes in all its magnificent glory
yet it's just a pause away from winter
soon all too soon the world will fall asleep
everything seemingly dead and withered
Autumn's pause is a time to recoup and rebuild
enjoying the balmy windy days of flying leaves
the days getting so short as we reap natures bounties
cold chill in the air, breath visible streams out
Now all the hibernating animals and insects disappear
to sleep through the long dark dismal days of winter
all around us now, a blanket of fine powder snow and ice
drifts of eight and more feet deep, cover all from sight
The time of mulled wine sipped in front of roaring fire
to hang the tinsel and deck the tree with baubles
smell of spices from Christmas pudding gently steaming
ah, those heavenly scents of gingerbread and eggnog
Now is the time to regroup and make future plans
soon it will be the time of rebirth and new starts
dormant lies the spring bulbs soon to break open
and once again flood the world in glorious colour
So once more the cycles restart, each one a beauty
slumber now while you can and wake up full of joy
to greet spring with light heart and new strength
enjoy always what you have and what is yet to come
Old Christmas Poem Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Constance La France
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"it is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air"-W.T.Ellis
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when santa comes down under-
he would leave behind snow and thunder.
he would cross scenic beaches of golden sand-
instead of crossing an ice and snow covered land.
he`ll would fly over dirt river beds dry-
while constantly swatting away a buzzing fly.
he`ll swap the roaring fire for an air-cooled fan-
and his white skin would become a golden tan.
would he swap his fur lined coat and boots-
for a t-shirt, shorts and thong suit.
would he exchange his sled for a holden ute-
and instead of saying ho-ho-ho would he say real beaut.
would he swap the reindeers for kangaroos-
and play christmas carols on didgeridoos.
would he exchange milk and cookies for beer-
if so, the next day his head wouldnt be so clear.
would he frolic under the warming sun-
or would it be all business, and not one bit of fun.
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interpretations for the aussie words:
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beaut-Aussie slang for beautiful
thong-Aussie word for flip flops
holden-Australian make of car [very popular in Australia]
For words to slip off tongues, To breathe out of caressing lips, to share passion with
wandering fingertips,
To share physical feeling in a moment in time, to share the heat, the passion the sweat,
to tremble with desire, to step into love in out hearts and dance in the roaring fire.
To hold and roll, to shake and quiver as your body moves, to feel our bodies fit into
all of each others grooves,
To lose the time, to gain the thrill, to feel the push, to feel the pull, to be addicted
like that of a tranquil pill.
My body is yours, its for the taking, from head to toe, lick and kiss me, to and fro.
We’ll share the heat, My senses play with your touch, my senses you are waking.
Pull me close, pull yourself in, Hold my head back, slide your tongue down my neck and
over my chin,
Run your lips over my chest, Support my arching body, yours will do the rest,
Turn me over, run your hands down my shoulders, caress what is yours, Lift me up to you,
release your pleasure, let me hear your roar.
Lay down beside me, lose yourself in my eyes, I could die in this moment, I could feel my
pulse through you, slip in between my thighs,.
I can feel it coming , I’m ready … my body is one with yours, can you feel me.. Breathing
in… breathing out… We’re one and we’re each other.. Can you feel me .. Can you see… Its
taking over..
This is love…
We’re one
And
We’re each other…
Down the lane in a dark alley lives a slinky cat with superpowers. Her abilities go beyond your wildest dreams. They call her Dumpy cuz she eats at the local dump , scraps down under. Her green eyes shine like glass marbles in the dark and her sheen resembles dark sleek oil when the moon hits it just right. On Halloween night she flies out into the night shapeshifting and moving through the throng of children.
She is in search of dark entities that roam the streets in search of victims. Kids are safe when Dumpy becomes "Voltron" legendary defender and superhero of children.
She's a Halloween vigilante that gathers them behind steel
whiskers and spits them out into a roaring fire, watching them
burn til' all Saints day.
The only tell tale sign that she has been on the prowl is a small singed tail that waves around happily as old Zee leaves a plateful of clams by the back door. "
Honey she's back " says Chef wiping his hands on an apron "Here give her this" replies J passing him an old water bowl.
Down the lane in a dark alley lives a slinky black cat with superpowers. She's been known to give out a battle cry or two on Halloween night.
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
You chant morning to night
wrapped in dirty linen blights
mantras channelled centuries
ago resin rosary threadbare
kitabs torn, curtains undrawn
biscuits crumbled alongside
salted slippers prayer coats
ghostly watch blustery blinkers
Your heart remains judgement
tight with rusty mental railway
lines unbuckled only to fight
canaries flown from stilted
cages wire worn walls
cracking ceilings catalysing
You speak in unremitting
riddles try not to scream
at dismal doors knitted beard
knotted knives of seamen
gambles enticing lovers of
yesteryear who remain
embedded in elbow joints
as you catch rain in
buckets of shame
You refuse to let in visions
of New Earth as this opium
mix targets rude roaring fire
planets in unrelenting fear
colour remains brown black
tinges of diseased blood
slowly trickle teary
tattered trousers torn
This drug is an only taste
angels fly past in haste
fezzes stuck on mothy mat
knows no soapy skyline sighs
underpinned by judgement
made in desert ritual fears
God knows no such forlorn
framed jibbas or jibe jihads
Opium can open too
tunnels into tortoiseshell
havens of heather or healing
hearths when heart is given
a hexagon hello helix
headwaters can heady rush
or opium can merely remain
the sniffing powder in
your box
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2016