You tried to destroy us,
But your evil plan failed;
Now it's time to pay up:
Merry Christmas in jail.
Mas que nada
I just want to live
My life for God
God is my Father people
Please people
Don't put ideas on my head
That I am doing a bad thing
Living For God
People I want to make my Father happy
And that is what he is expecting from me
Porky Pig and Dairy Cow-Moon
did up X-mas at the local saloon
Where Olive Oil and Pepe le pew
had already downed more than a few
Porky Pig and Cow-Moon
joined in by singing a tune...
But when they courted disaster
by all getting plastered
They were tossed out on their keisters
~ and didn’t get sober ‘til almost Easter
Grandpa slid down the chimney X-mas night
When he dusted himself off
His bottom was black ...
But the chimney was white
Christ my shepherd
Christ my friend
Christ my servant king.
Christ my shalom
Christ my light
Christ my servant king.
Christ my healer
Christ my judge
Christ my servant king.
Christ my brother
Christ my peace
Christ my servant king.
Christ my witness
Christ my end
Christ my servant king
Life’s about distance
and lack of control
A search for redemption
someone to console
Closer than farther
then farther again
A distant horizon
new history to fend
Excuses are many
the reasons but few
Voices heard calling
though old were once new
A spirit still willing
a body that’s weak
My pathway desponding
—once more do I seek
(The New Room: September, 2023)
little Robin perched on snow covered fence,
out in open without any defence,
Kestrel saw an easy meal,
considered moral appeal,
In Xmas show love- no room for offence!
10.10.7.7.10 syllables
Some special seasons seem sad
oh-so solemn
Others -- sallow, slow, even silly
But X-mas season 'tis to savor
soothing, silky, serene
sending us soaring skyward
with its satiny, snowy scenes
December 16, 2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
the joys of sleet turning into snow,
are of X-mas to be ushered soon,
brings cheer to hearts as X-mas lights glow!
the joys of sleet turning into snow,
family bonds with winter wind grow,
log fire, wine and dine, with full moon!
the joys of sleet turning into snow,
are of X-mas to be ushered soon!
Written 01/11/2020
ABaAabAB
9 syllables each line with 8 lines
What is a virus,
But a mutation of cells?
Yes, it's true, some are shiny,
Some have bells.
Whistles too,
Like me and you,
Doing, consistently, the opposite
Of what we should do.
Blowing the horn,
Banging the gong,
One we should have, could have,
Sounded for so long and,
Though, now, it just seems wrong.
Are we strong or, at least, stronger
When our words instill fear?
A thirst for elevated destruction and decay each year
Is social media the only outlet you hear?
We, us, collectively are in charge
Not they or them.
While they play or pretend to defend,
Every day we live,
Every day we try.
For what,
To become animals,
The moment they tell us we're all going to die?
COVID19 or Coronavirus,
To be precise,
Might actually bring on our early demise.
Yet, the cause won't be the sickness,
Or the general deterioration.....
But the simple fact
That we thrive on ignorance,
Lack of perspective and,
Placation.
Coughing and sputtering...
The cold night air hurts my lungs...
I inhale my cigarette and Google the freezing point of peroxide...
My days have turned to mundane madness...
My nights blurr past like a speeding train...
I dream of breakfast even though it's 9 at night and I'm awake...
I count my nickels and dimes in hope of a biscuit in the morning...
Life is just a long hospice stay...
Merry Christmas
No Mas, No Mas
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Soon after rising my thought process,
Becomes consumed by negativity;
Not what I desire, but what life has bequeathed me,
Perhaps that is all the respect I’ve earned.
Most days, I sit, feeling like a broken man,
Life has knocked me down, but never out,
I have fought a good fight and the final round
Finds me behind on the scorecard,
And about to cry No Mas, No Mas,
And throw in the towel;
La sonrisa de Arcelia
vale más que
todos los billetes de un dólar
en el mundo.
La risa de Arcelia
vale más que
todos los billetes de mil dólares
en la Vía Láctea.
Y un beso de Arcelia
vale más que
todos los billetes de un millón de dólares
en el universo.
Traducción al inglés / definiciones (English translation / definitions):
[http://whowillbethenextonline.com/vtt2/vale-mas.html]
she told me
there's something you
need to know
there's something I have to say
we been together now
for more moments than
than I could say
bet you didn't know this
but I don't think
this is the best time to say
but I never loved you
I just let you have your way
what good is a broken heart
if there's no one who care's
love is shared between friends
You can't love me if I'm not there
take sometime
find somebody new
a mas a la gente equivocada,
siempre la hiciste
encounter fortuna !
maybe she'll love you
but I bettcha she'll whined up
hating you too
I love your style
keep on keepin on
maybe I'll come back once in a while
we can talk about what you're doing wrong
simple and plain
guess I should've let you know
never loved you
and it's time for you go
take your things
the songs and those rings
I'll pawn them if you leave them
or give them to my new beau
love aint that simple
sometimes it's
harder to say
but we aint gotta worry about that
because I never loved you anyway
we aint gotta worry about that
because I never Loved you nyway
Many ah nights wed sit on our ain,
Wondering weather or no my da wid be hame.
Ma poor wee maw she's gone insane
Coz hes always dain it tae her again .
Wen he's drunk he didn't care.
my mas away oot she was storming aboot
hes dun it again an no came hame
no even to see his two wains.
hink he forgets were he stays some days
but hell be back in a couple ah days
way his tail between his legs.
but my maw she always forgives him
she always dus.he just gees her at wee look
she loves him shes totally hooked.
so no matter wat he dis shell always forgive him
coz wen hes sober hes such a nice guy
i guess thats her reason why. wains
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