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Filling the blank space of the heart hey my oxygen of love You braced the sand near the shore with an enriched almond in my life,
Oh my damsel !! Stupendously You are my love!!
Dipping in the soul of your's, relishing with the bunch of Jasmine,efflorescence is flushing on my way,
Oh my Queen !! Universally You vanquished my heart!!
Aster of my life,blooming Rose, alluringly captured the entire morsel occupying with an astounding charm of your's,
Oh my babes !! My lucid crystal,You shines forever!!
Heuristically resolved my problems filling with the stiff breeze unwrapping the emotions of love,
Oh my angel !! Happily You wrote the fairy-tale of my life!!
Near the samui bay, as like a relation between kit and boodle you spinned the petals of my life,
Oh my princess!! Drooping in your eyes I felt daunted!!
Implanting your waving leaves on my heart, melancholically removing the sad ness of my life,
Oh my lady !! zingels rangged in my refracting prism of soul!!
My starlit darkness is been flared up as if You are the brazen periwinkles balancing my world,
Oh my Pearl !! Lying in your shell of clam, Oysterically I Would love to clump throughout for all season!!
Adorably my dame-chick had gleefully connected me with every piece of my soul lusciously vibrating me,
Oh my doll !! Mirthfully You hit my heart a million times & blithely the spirit of yours made me solve the entire puzzle of life!!
It seems not everyone adores
Witty phrasing or metaphors
But this time of year's so dark
I thought I'd fan a yuletide spark
See, it's winter and I'm listless
Still, I'll have a Merry Christmas
As my blues all change their hue
With that holiday treat called YOU
Thus, my spirits shall get a lift
Unwrapping you, my favorite gift
As your pretty bows and stackage
Make a tempting yuletide package
How you'll glow, (and I'll perspire)
While we're roasting 'side the fire
Santa just can't fill your stocking
As you do whene'er we're rocking
How my Christmas spirit grows
When your spicy wassail flows
And the mistletoe's well-traveled
As your wrappings get unraveled
My febrile fantasies are ticking
With that candy cane you're licking
Since you've sent my feelings south
I'll have to taste that sticky mouth
See, the way we paraphrase
Our form of Happy Holidays
Is sure to keep us ever-warming
Even if the winds are storming
And as we're slowing, growing old
We'll find our refuge from the cold
Reliving times that we replay ...
And making Christmas ... every day.
Christmas should be a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly
Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff
Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim
After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing
Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger
Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again
Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
Our Holy Purple Honeymoon
Deadicated verse to Paris-Maree Boreham an answer to her Poem Purple Honeymoon
Soul gathering two entwined blessedness;
Purple colors subdue our mind gates-visions;
Unwrapping each other’s confessions;
Embarking, caressing, and laboring in a kiss;
To now wed souls contemplating, joining together;
Demonstrating each other’s wedding bliss
-- This night and after forever;
Tangent flowing floral flowers essence smells of her personal odor
Sensual, special, aurora his body he showed her---
Daunting poetic verses she reads my thoughts on paper
And yet so she smiles she grabs my hand for certain
Love ever after she so inclined so in favor lie in botanical garden
With me this our first purple Holy-Honeymoon consummate our love
To breathe in the essence of you darling be use all over from one unto
Where purple unfurls in your goldilocks curls let loose the doves
11/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022
Kissing you under the mistletoe led to bigger things
I received a Christmas gift that night that Santa cannot bring
Being naughty can sometimes be nice no matter what they say
I had a smile across my face all that Christmas Day
The stockings I was thinking of were not hung up with care
They were taken off with other clothes and flung over a chair
Unwrapping our gifts at the same time late on Christmas Eve
Makes the idea of Christmas magic something I still believe
It’s the gift that keeps on giving, all throughout the year
I cannot help but think about it, every time that you come near
But receiving it on Christmas Eve is somehow special on that night
No other present under the Christmas tree can fit me just as right
Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking.
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps.
I was smitten beyond reason.
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love.
Then the however happened.
However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea of loving her went bust
Susan was a mean girl, a Black Widow weaver
she encased him in a silk cocoon...
until her appetite for a meal woke her from peaceful rest
A smile on her face, legs crossed... all eight of them.
Patiently, she waited while giving herself a mani/pedi
Susan sat drooling at the thought of lunch
She decided she better dress for dinner
after all…
her lunch date was just hanging around.
She looked such a temptress
With scarlet lipstick smeared over her face
And perfectly manicured talons
She set to work unwrapping her prey
Ready to nibble him down to the bone
Susan’s prey appeared all debonair with bells on
She could see through his charming but fake façade
He saw her eyes glimmer, her lips red and inviting
She offered him a kiss as she wrapped her eight legs around him
His eyes bulged as she kissed his lips while suffocating him in her web
He begged her to stop as she drank from his mouth,
until he was silenced.
The above verses were inspired by a prompt given to poets, Jan, Tania and Lin, by Arlo Parker, who wrote the first verse. We give credit to Arlo for inspiring us to write these verses; a joint venture of Arlo Parker and the mean girls.
I looked into a window and what did I see
Bags of presents underneath a Christmas tree.
A boy unwrapping presents and jumping with joy
As he played with all his toys.
Mom and dad sitting down-with gift wrap paper all around.
Now! Grandpa and grandma will be here soon
Bringing more presents to fill the room.
I’m standing outside with my clothes torn and tattered
The wind and snow blowing- I feel worn out and battered.
My parents had told me that they care, but with me
They had nothing to share.
As I turn to walk away I hear a voice say: come on in and stay
We have more than enough on this day.
Mom and dad saw you standing there, and we have enough
Dinner that we can share.
We are about the same height – I have some clothing that will fit just right.
I even have some extra shoes and a coat that I no longer wear
You can have them, mom and dad don’t care.
I washed up and put on my new shoes and clothes and sat down to eat
“Man oh man” what a treat, and after I ate I started to rise
“Oh my God” what a surprise.
There’s two shopping bags at the door, one with food and so much more.
I don’t know what to say! For you have blessed me on this Christmas day.
I don’t even know your names!
This is my mother Martha and my father Nick, and I am Nick junior!
The tears started rolling down my eyes, my hopes had risen, and I felt alive.
I picked up the bags and I thanked them once more as I walked out the door.
As I was walking away they was waving me good-bye when something
Caught the corner of my eye- there was nothing there but an empty lot!
THEN WHO GAVE ME THOSE PRESENTS THAT I GOT?
© L.RAMS 120114
Christmas comes calling each year around,
Ringing in joy and celebrations profound
A message of sharing wrapped in delight.
Culminating the year in hopes soft light.
What does Christmas mean to me,
Opens a floodgate of memories.
The snowy beard, the bright red hat,
A jolly belly — imagine that!
From distant lands with mystic aura,
Santa arrives — every child’s euphoria.
Candied fruits,
Orange and cinnamon induced,
Plum cakes so rich,
Ginger and nutmeg enriched.
Pine, fir or spruce,
A woody aroma to boost,
Poinsettias add colour and glam,
Enhancing old terraces charm.
Wreaths and mistletoe on show,
Reindeer and Santa in tow.
Christmas stockings, filled and hung with care,
Unwrapping gifts, joy fills the air.
Candy canes and twinkling lights,
Together they usher in delight.
A time to care, a time to share,
To breathe to life each Christmas prayer.
To pen new tales of love and kindness,
And light the world through winter’s brightness.
He poked the sleepy fire
Then sat back in his chair
Removed his reading glasses
Brushed back his cotton hair
A quick glance out the window
Wishing for a reprieve
Hoping someone might drop by
On this lonely Christmas Eve
He heard some people caroling
Strains of "Oh Holy Night"
Gave his dog a pat
Eyes watered at the twinkling lights
The fire crackling, glowing red
Tired eyes of a similar hue
He drifted off to sleep
To the silent late night news
While the old man slept
An angel came a calling
She lightly kissed his head
In dreams the snow was falling
He saw a little boy
In pajamas all excited
A Lionel train circling the tree
A new bicycle parked beside it
The stockings hung the night before
Were stuffed with candy and treats
Everyone was unwrapping gifts
Their love providing the heat
His mom was there on the sofa
Her face so young and pretty
His Santa Clause dad, passing out presents
Trying to be joyful and witty
He saw his brother and sister
A long ago Christmas day
Sharing an old fashioned Christmas
In their family old fashioned way
As he dreamed he began to smile
The angel was standing by
She bent to kiss him again
A tear escaped her eye
The old man sagged in his chair
A big smile on his face
There would be no more lonely Christmases
They were together again in one place
by Daniel Turner
The qolden snitch is lost in the air
A lost, that no one ever could bear
The seekers are out on rides of Sauron
They look furious and won't move-on
A storm is certain, the clouds are howeing
The flakes turn blizzard, the lightning roaring
Hey, where is the snitch ___ where did it go?
How come the seekers couldn't get to know?
Far from the world, up in a valley
A Potter is out on the quest already
The Chrysalis gives him the Phoenix wings
And here he goes up in the winds
Those wings have the key to break away
The curse They cause once on the bay
He has to find it before they do
She is trying hard, she knows it too
A swish in the air, a snitch being chased
He dives in, take the leads in haste
A battle erupts, the storm getting violent
But he catches the snitch and passes like lightning
In a hidden cave he open his hand
Flap his wings and cover snitch's face
Thunders striking, winds whipping, trees cracking
Something new is nearly unwrapping
A boom.. And the transformation completes
There now lays a pretty lady whom he greets
The curse is gone
It's now a never ending dawn
For she is a snitch... a charmer
For he a seeker and a keeper
First beams of sun touches their skin
As they fly high in sky and Wind plays violin
(Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fans will find so many allusions here)
(Paghunda Zahid
16th May, 2022)