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Our reindeer were all in a tizzy for they had been served.
Anyway, Rudolph had, with vigor as he flew in and swerved.
The process server said “my apologies” but he snickered a bit.
Apparently some old grouch on earth is now having a fit.
Claiming that Rudolph’s powerful nose blinded him for five weeks.
The claimant is totally unreasonable, it is big money he seeks.
How did he write the letter? Find the lawyer’s office? Asked Santa.
Rudolph was trying not to think of it, concentrating on his banana.
Yeah, said Blitzen. How dumb does this guy think we is?
Donner did not care, he ran off to yellow up snow with his whizz.
Dasher tried to give Rudolph some advice, but he always says things wrong.
I know said Dancer, let’s pretend it did not happen and have a tiny song.
So the reindeer created a Christmas song right there, on the spot.
And it was a hit around the world, so the greedy guy did get a lot.
But Rudolph decided to forever more wear a tight cover on his nose
For going to court truly is not comfortable, it “sort of blows”.
Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories
Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat
Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled
Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia flashes past
A time of Innocence and Recall of pure Joy
Collecting from lucky packets from the five and dime store
He cherished his treasures and assembled a wealth of its own
Built a shiny smooth fortune traded with his mates from next door
Never lost sight of his satchel clinking and clonking at every stride
Foundations of Wealth and Possessions
They only had a small space on the floor boards smelling of wax
Polished the wood and their skills on their knees with great care
Rolled the little balls one at a time to get the closest to the wall
Practised side spins straight lines curve balls ingenious bounce
Perfection and Victory held their suspense
But the little buggers appeared to have a devious thrall of their own
Fell into knotholes swerved back to where they had come from
Ricocheted recoiled or stayed idle deviated from inglorious norms
Some disappeared in the pantry just in time for a substandard deviation
Snookered in unintended Diversity
Today he respects outliers and dispersion from a delusive tendency
Cherishes and embraces people and places and different paradigms
Which include eccentricity oddballs and nonconformist dissidents
Finds beauty in a spread of reasons emotions and different drifts
When Loneliness strikes he looks fondly at his Marbles
28th June 2019
Ghosts were whispering into my ear
As I thought of those old days
I can't help but laugh at how stupid this is
At how I'm perfectly content yet crave more
It was like a car crash
I saw it coming
And I swerved to avoid it
Too late
I saw your face in that picture
And the car that is my heart slammed against my ribs
As hard as it could
It hurt
I'm sure she wouldn't like it
If she knew I still craved you
But why do I
When I'm so happy with her?
I could hit myself, I'm being so stupid
And as I look at how I'm building myself
An introvert who shuns the outside
Am I wrong for it?
You certainly looked haunted
But then again, you always did
Always so empty
As if it was my complete calling in life to fill in what was missing
You're making me braver
To the point of stupidity
How bad will I hurt everyone around me and myself
To see just how far I will go?
The distortion is closing in
Filling my eyes, ears and soul
Stinging my throat and burning my breath
Give me one last taste before I lose my senses
When Gabriella was 5 there was a terrifying storm.
She woke up and screamed as loud as she could.
No-one answered so she ran into her parent’s bedroom.
Her Mother and Father were hiding under the bed.
Gabriella crawled under the bed with them.
All night the lightening crashed and seemed to be very close to their house.
Some thing strange happened to Gabriella that night.
She looked at her Parents who were still terrified and smiled.
She then crawled out from the bed and went to her own room.
Her Mother told her to come back but she didn’t listen.
Little Gabriella stood next to her bedroom window and watched the storm.
She could see the Lightening striking in the distance.
Although she was a little scared she couldn’t run.
She was mesmerised by the Rain the Storm and the Lightening.
She was even a little sad when the Sun came out and the Storm was over.
To get through the night she sang a little song to help.
“I have my hands in my pockets, right to the End,
I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.
Oh I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.”
For Gabriella Time danced by like a ballerina.
Before she knew it she was 18 and in love.
She meet Simon at College and went everywhere with him.
They used to finish each other’s sentences and laugh.
One night Simon was driving Gabriella home and there was a terrible storm.
A kangaroo startled by the lightening jumped in front of the car.
Simon swerved to miss the Kangaroo and went into a ditch.
It was raining heavily and both of them were unconscious.
Gabriella opened her eyes and saw Lightening crashing around her.
She tried to wake Simon but couldn’t.
She could see that his head was bleeding.
Gabriella climbed out of the car and walked slowly threw the storm.
It was dark and frightening but she decided to sing,
“I have my hands in my pockets, right to the End,
I love the Lightening like a brother and a friend.
Oh I love the Lightening....
Before she could finish singing a car pulled over and the driver offered her a lift.
In hospital Simon thanked Gabriella for saving him.
He told her how brave he thought she was.
She said you’ll be fine if you face the Storm with a song.
Always prepare for the unexpected, as more often than not the unexpected will happen.
Always have a plan B, even better a plan C.
Quote by Poet.
I was heading into Death Valley to
deliver drums of oil to the research
station, a trip that I took every month,
our haulage firm called it the 'Hades run'.
The forecast was 129°f for that day,
all was going well when disaster struck,
a front tyre had blown and I swerved off
the road, Blast it I thought It’s all I need.
I reached for the cab radio that crackled
and then went dead and I cursed my luck.
An hour went by then two, I was beginning
to panic, no other soul on that lonely road.
Then the air-conditioning packed up and
the temperature rose in the cab and I got
out quick and into the shade under the truck,
and drank the two bottles of water that I had.
Six hours had now passed and I was struggling,
the heat was unbearable and I realised I’d
probably die.I thought I was dreaming when I
heard a voice shout, "Hey Buddy you okay there".
I was driving and crossed over the line
Intoxicated with lust, and half blind
You see, I was out on a date
We'd had drinks and it was getting late
I had one hand on the wheel
The other completely concealed
Lost in a fuzzy sweater
Looking for something better
She was nibbling on my ear
I was in the stratosphere
Realizing they were real
Mashed the gas copping a feel
Now to me that light looked yellow
I swear I didn't see that fellow
Just as he stepped from the curb
She grabbed my shifter, that's when I swerved
All I heard was a thump
Yeah there was a slight bump
Before I could get out of sight
In the rear view I saw blue lights
We turned in to the nearest drive
About that time she took a dive
Right when beauty saw the beast
Busted by the dream police
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Waited for the sun to go down and the rise of dark
So I could cycle through Joshua tree National Park
My light shone bright, my pedals whirled:
The desert became another world.
(chorus)
I got into the flow got into the groove.
The trees almost seemed to move
The sky was a field of white blue stars
Boulders were like sculptures on a crater in Mars.
A coyote crossed the road, a snake gave a rattle:
I can't stand snakes, I shuddered in the saddle
A car shot by at 60 miles per hour
I swerved into a cactus, at least it had a flower.
No water packed—I had played it cool,
The desert answered: You’re the fool.
I pulled out my cell phone, to call a rescue team
But there was no service, like a bad dream.
So I immersed myself into the eerie sculpture garden
No one to call for help, no one to ask for pardon.
I learned to be a grownup, learned not to cry.
Brought out my inner resources, under that prehistoric sky.
Now I'm back in L.A., where my worth runs cheap,
And the homeless drift and all need sleep,
Where daily life is full of stings,
And scorpions lurk when the doorbell rings.
The politicians promise goodies, but deliver doom
I get claustrophobic, I need more room.
Can't get more obscured, can't get more stark
Might as well ride the desert, in the star studded dark.
(the birth of Christ - in Gen-Z slang)
Mary and Joseph were tight-ship.
Mary was a real-one, and no clout-chaser
One night Angel Gabriel overstreeted with word
that Cap-G made Mary chabby with soup-baby
Mary was shook and big-mad but Joseph
was baby-goggles for Cap-G’s quinlan fetus
so Mary was “okrrrrrrrrr”
A minute later Mary and Joe had to roll deep,
adulting to Bethlehem with tribute to Augustus,
the main character, but no mo-mo swerved em’
ghetto and asan Mary was Cap-G’s baby-mama!
Later these bchaps rfts biters brang Cap-J
some bag and herb to extra flex for Cap-G
while angels lay in the cut with lowkey bop.
———————- translation
Mary and Joseph were married and in love.
Mary was an average girl not into notoriety
.
One night Angel Gabriel appeared and said
that God made Mary pregnant with his child
Mary was shaken-up and and angry but Joseph
Was excited for them to have God’s beautiful child
so Mary was had no choice but to say “OK”
Months later Mary and Joe had to travel far together,
As citizens, to Bethlehem to pay taxes to Augustus (Caesar).
Emperor of rome, but a lack of motels caused them to
Stay in a manger and there Mary had God’s child.
Later these rich star followers brought Jesus
some money and herb as gifts to impress God
while angels gathered and sang to comfort the child.
I woke in the backseat ‘cause sleeping is what I did - -
I hid when we had a many state, family vacation ride.
Daddy said that this time, we would drive straight thru five.
Mama’s hair back was smashed headrest flat cause Sis
pressed against her and they were sleeping like that.
Brother was pressing his back window with his face,
his nose smearing glass, his amusement surely in place.
Dad was focused on a radio baseball game.
Seeing all was good, I found my travel toy case
for safe car play. In no time, pretending took me away.
Soon, noise-crazy frightening, sound attacked and blurred.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD!” was Dad’s first reaction heard.
A lot of horns HONKED with urge, several SWERVED,
two almost BANG converged, others FLEW off the road.
Sirens blared, well-lit, brakes were hit, Dad cussed a fit,
Mama and sis stirred. Mama murmured something like ‘absurd’,
While Dad let loose the worst of his really bad, ugly words.
Quickly, I let go of the toy I was holding out my window.
Who knew Slinky's at eighty miles per hour weren’t simple?
Then, without uttering a single concern,
I faked sleep as though I’d never emerged.
For hours my parents could be heard wondering
what had caused traffic to be so disturbed
and thanking God our family wasn’t hurt.
I wonder looking out the window how
it came to pass the car ran up a tree.
Let Mario Andretti take a bow;
its headlights glare and stare right back at me.
It seems that Granny shifted in reverse,
then swerved to miss the bike there in the yard.
Might be we need a wrecker or a hearse;
the Whomping Willow came down rather hard.
The bike, though surely frightened, is unscathed.
Though down a life, will soon take flight again.
And as for Granny, she is freshly bathed,
consoles herself with yet another gin.
We need to have that conversation soon;
for heaven’s sake, it’s not quite half past noon.