Sugarplums Poems

Bliss

Mistletoe and jingle bells 
Holidays are here
Christmas lights and
Snowy hills no longer bare
Icy cold and icicles 
Treats are being baked
Cookies and breads all that’s good
To celebrate Santa’s wake
And I in my robe
All nice and warm 
Sipping eggnog 
Ignoring the norm
Horse drawn sleighs
Children on sleds
Laughing and joking
Happiness in their heads
Sugarplums and mistletoe 
Carole’s in the street
Laughter and freedom 
People are so sweet 
Ambrosia and clotted cream
Spread on warm baked buns
Celebrating here at last
Music centered on the fun

move-in

We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and we’ve been bouncing off the walls ever since.

We’re in the ‘settling in’ phase, restocking our Keurigs, getting our same-’ol furniture in the same-’ol places, picking up our books. In this liminal space, between sugarplums and sutures, our shrinking free-time will sag with increasing weight. Even last night’s normally fabulous martinis began to taste metallically laced with formaldehyde.

Once we’re settled in, our leisure will begin to have the tight, mangled fit of a borrowed jacket. “We’ve got to gear up.” Lisa said, just this morning and even as I type this, my eyes are flitting between my dog-eared copy of Gray's Anatomy and the mcat prep hub.

Classes start in 5 days. Free days burn bright, but disappear in a blink. Time is a precious coin.
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*slumb-over = slumber party

Charley Barley Pig

sweet tooth pig Charley Barley had cupcakes on her head.
tied into an oversized crystal goblet, full of sugarplums all red.
there were lollypops and m and m’s, so she would be well fed.
we followed her all over hoping she would drop a few my cousin said.

Sleep and Slumber

I slumber, wee hours mostly
I sleep, wee hours always
No other places to visit
When undressed, past
Present, future
Dreams are Real, 
Dreams are fantasies
Dreams are of other places
Glue binds 
The brain stores
Desires, at times
What you have, all
Is what you get, some
Temporarily hidden resurfaced
Youthful sugarplums, few
Adult accumulations, many
Will flowers and sweetness
Be my dreams as I age
Hopefully
Accumulations surface
Memories
Pleasant 
and not so

Copyright © Wilbert Webb

Scarlet Love Deserved a Chance To Live

crusty blood in the flower garden
sawed off body parts as misguided soil
broken sharp objects strategically placed
yet and still she is one of the living
this is the day when she was supposed to start kindergarten
her excitement was similar to visions of sugarplums dancing in her head
then suddenly........once upon a time.....she would have been.....
oftentimes too often enough too much.....

We Glided In Softly

stars pressed to see as we came over the hill
they are here one whispered.
I smiled at my twin; they know I said
The wind had predicted us years ago

we glided in softly, trying not to wake 
sleeping children who needed their sugarplums
you first I told my brother
he was delighted

our fairy dust gentled into windows, 
filling the children’s brains 
with the happiest of thoughts
guiding their imaginations toward hopefulness


love joy and peace
interspersed as subliminal clips
were smoothly dancing into their dendrite highways
our work done we went back to heaven as quickly as we came.

Christmas Times

Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.
Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.
Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.
Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow…
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

Christmas Chaos

I saw surreal scenes at the mall:
unhinged shoppers in a hot brawl,
a tired Santa running
away--I'm not funning!--
pursued by kids starting to squall.

I finished my shopping and fled.
The visions that danced in my head
were sugarplums? No way!
So ended my rough day.
I rushed home and went right to bed.

November 30, 2018, entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas 
Limericks Contest

A Holiday Score

A HOLIDAY SCORE

What to do? What to do?
The pancakes do stick!
The milk is out sick!
So the brethren of eggs
beaten and stirred
resound in yolk
a yodeling
quick
so the grandson’s lips
smack
with satisfaction
so their fingers
can pluck
their electronic guitars — 
for games like sugarplums
dance in their heads,
a holiday score.

11/23/2108

Halloween Night

Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy  
     But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
     Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries

Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
     But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
     Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries

Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
     We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
     What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense

Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
     Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
     ~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff

                          
                            October 23, 2018

Enchantment of the Holiday

Warmth and passion through the air
Emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow

Cherry pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list

Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet

Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snow ball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends

Egg nog swirling in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Add magic to our fest

Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee

We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine

For the "Christmas Story" contest       Date:  December 12, 2017

The Enchantment of the Holiday

Warmth and passion through the air
emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow
Pumpkin pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list

Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet
Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snowball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends

Egg nog swerving in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Adding magic to our fest

Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee
We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine

Breakfast of Champions

Imported beer and fingernails 
inflame my lyric flare, 
spark my anxious urge 
to create something quotable, 
splurge into visions of sugarplums, 
flights of pure fancy, 'til I have a 
poem distilled in my brain. 

The struggle to articulate's
an agonizing process,
making mountains out of molehills 
and silk purses from sows' ears, 
perched at my computer 
with my dreams and foolish wishes. 

So I'll chew another fingernail, 
free a beer from the refrigerator, 
write another witty verse to share 
with who knows whom. 
I'll keep shunning good nutrition 
and be grateful to my muse 
'til they lay me cold and lifeless in my tomb!

Breakfast of Champions

Domestic beer and cheap cigars 
inflame my lyric flare,  
spark my anxious urge
to create something readable,
splurge into visions of sugarplums,
flights of pure fancy, till I have a 
poem distilled in my brain.

The struggle to articulate is 
pure and simple pleasure, 
making mountains out of molehills, 
silk purses from sows' ears,
perched at my computer 
with my dreams and foolish wishes.

So I'll smoke another stogie, 
free a beer from the refrigerator,
write another silly verse to share 
with God knows whom;
I'll keep shunning good nutrition
and be grateful to my muse
'til they lay me cold and lifeless in my tomb!

Amman

Rays of sugarplums dance in the sun.
Children’s laughter was heard and enjoyed.
We should teach them to relish life while they are young.

Lights are dancing in the twilight.
A bright smile beams from across the room.
Teenagers’ embraced as they cabaret the dance floor.

Scurry a cat under the disco ball.
The elder sashayed to discourage this fiasco.
Contentment and joy was hearkened.

Joseph, Moses, and John
Mary, Maria, and Joyce
Three boys and three girls

Socialization took face.
You could overhear family telling about their generations.
The connections they made were quite amazing.
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PENNED ON JULY 26, 2014!

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