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(Blackout of The Trade-off by Ruth Stone)
Appearing cold Winter
with bold steps to enter.
Snow in ivory flakes
Skating on frozen lake.
Enjoying warm milkshake.
Ice drops glistening on bare log.
Well covered guys walk with barking dog.
Jack Frost free frolic jump and jog.
No weariness even on mist and fog.
Snow drops hide themselves behind hedge.
Reindeer pulling Santa Clause’s sledge.
All cherish Christmas cake Veg or Non Veg.
All on a sudden snow storm to outrage.
Most severe to endure cold in old age.
On dazzling sunny day, under Sun
On snowy field children run.
Throwing snow balls is great fun.
Bakery selling hot bread and hot nun.
Nodding heads Chrysanthemum
In Church singing hymn beating drum.
With woollen pullover, baby in pram.
Sweet heart, I wish warmth perfect.
Please come under same blanket.
‘Great Wonder to watch Winter's shiny show of snowy charm strictly speaking , a splendid
splendour,
Since born, staying only in summer zone,
no idea of natural beauty in snow.
So far tasted only ice cream cone.
About snow fantasy how could I know?
Debut of snow flakes in chilled attitude :
on my first meet with serene snow scenario
in a tourist spot on high altitude.
Me slandering up, clouds floating below.
Hanged icicle stalactites with pointed tips
from roof of our hotel ! A great wonder
We two to enjoy honeymoon trip !
Snowy charm whelmed me ! Sheen splendid splendour !
Shiny snow elating whiteness over slant path-
Skating on silvery slippery snow downhill
Fun in throwing snowball and jogging in mirth
We ventured sliding on sledge on amorous thrill.
I can reminisce fantastic snow fantasy :
Metaphoric mirage drifting on dazzling ice !
Enchantment of glossy massy snow turned classy.!
Danced delight : Divine numinous noble nice.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~As I am hid from time.
To let loose the rushing memories
To finally give in and fall apart —
Let a healing water to wash over
And purge this, my ailing heart
To drown every trace of the pain
To do nothing but to weep
That before the night has passed
I, at last, be allowed to sleep,
To bear the raging sledge before me
To shatter the shimmering glass
That the tears come flowing forth
And somehow cleanse the past.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~When love jolts once bottled glass.
Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
The sledge fall of midnight,
The soul encounters the strange.
Christmas Celibration : Dear Santa
Tp play Carol in sweet Sonata.
ringing jingle bell :
Reindeer to wag tail.
Music Band coming from Atlanta.
We can remember, just on last year,
your favorite sledge puller reindeer
asked for new collar.
It took one dollar
That will fit on his neck : Am I clear ?
Arranging lunch with sweet - spicy dish,
spaghetti, also fried tuna fish.
Dessert sumptuous.
Nice fruits, delicious.
Dear Santa , with deer you will relish.
our unfettered dream run
when realized, lets life fly onto golden wings
so much fun!
a freedom's wedge
seeks sacrifices in its rings
else sledge!!
fulfilled
inner soul sings
thrilled!!!
our unfettered dream run
seeks sacrifices in its rings
thrilled!!
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
Sovereign or martyr thus gravitas none dolorous,
dirge has keyed the grave motif to your succubus,
organs glistening as the innards burst vile viscera,
to bite on carbon release hammers sledge Invictus.
Not impressive but knot is a slip on your own noose,
gathering to watch a struggle as the buckets kicked,
amusing when the rope snaps and the monster runs,
turns executioner hacks away your scurvy populace.
Digress thus invitation to a horrid melancholy siege,
maelstrom of pianist crescendo a litany reverie,
masquerade these fair maidens as whomever,
still a mask and the rest of your face is plain to see.
Dreams are made not to be accompanied by meanderings of creatures of the lesser deities for the reaper is the end to everything this your prayers will not save you from the scythe’s guillotine.
Enjoy your expendability,
know that I do,
with that I take my leave,
soaking to bathe and wash off your crimson grief.
He fell, yet held to denial
She'd gone several seasons to send him to hell
Cold iron rod was insufficient to smash him
She saw and stretched for the sledge
His face of caramel caved, dwindled he like a drunk
Rage of storm flung him fast amidst junk.
Astronomical lift cushioned her
Keen students returned respect, while she waged war
For the culprit, that aged false balm intent to win -
One would glean, Neil deGrasse Tyson discerned her dreams
He knew folk art, martial art, art of other sort
His gift lingered long like caution to one
For he stood as master of space she graced
She who observed in awe his wit, felt aroused.
Then and there, she feared no more the devil's lure
Weapons herculean lay wait
She pounced and pound, his faint voice drowned.
She lunged, sledgehammered away his head
Specialists would haul and burn remains,
joy and pain, touch of rain, prelude to spring renewal.
*
Santa stood in the warehouse
Full of nearly empty shelves
Last night they’d been ram raided
By a bunch of discontented elves
Recently infiltrated and recruited
Into an association of packing staff
Whose ideas and demands and wants
Caused Santa to cynically laugh.
He could have held out for longer
That much was very clear
But the clever blighters
Had subverted his reindeer
To make matters even worse
Pushing poor Santa to the edge
The blighters had gone and clamped
His only working sledge
Only thirty days to Christmas
He knew of no other way
Than to meet their demands
For increased shift working pay
He’d do what it took
To bring things back on track
And ensure he had enough
To fill his mammoth sack
He reached for the Gordon’s
For one last large stiff gin
Then went to arbitration
With a forced and fixed grin
Through the frosty forest we roam
With our keen-edged tools in hand
We seek the fairest Christmas tree
That shall adorn our land
We spy a pine with verdant boughs
And spires of tender green
We fell it with a gentle stroke
And bear it to our scene
We mount it on our sledge and speed
Back to our cottage warm
We plant it in the parlour bright
And gaze upon its form
We deck it with a glittering store
Of baubles, lights, and rings
We crown it with a radiant star
And bind it with gay strings
We cluster round the cheerful hearth
And chant our festive songs
We bless the Lord for His grace divine
And wish each other merry Yule-tide
HOLIDAY SEASON
Grand goes Christmas celebration:
Creation cum recreation.
Christmas tree on decoration.
Merriment ! Just not to mention.
Bethlehem star shines, that’s the cause.
Reindeer pulls sledge for Santa Claus.
Jingle bells ring rhythmic with pause.
Santa giving gifts ! Great applause.
All work to bake cake at random.
Charm of party to miss seldom.
Gorgeous days ! No place of boredom.
Chilled breeze and snow fall ! Maximum.
Enjoy skating ! Fantastic fun.
Silvery snow shines under Sun.b
Kids throw snow balls to play and run.
After jogging, Jack Frost ate bun.
Holiday season in festive mood.
Visit to Grandma through pinewood,
On red dress goes Red Riding Hood
to taste delicious sumptuous food.
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