On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my enemy gave to me
Twelve upset tummies gurgling
Eleven spoiled milk cartons curdling
Ten missed opportunities to achieve
Nine judges who refused my reprieve
Eight frustrations and barriers
Seven Covid-19 carriers
Six casseroles with a bad smell
Five empty packs of Pall Mall
Four creepy sashes
Three worn out lashes
Two cobras who attacked me,
And a grizzly bear in a honey tree.
As men, sometimes it's hard to spit out the L word. Of course it's not so hard to do when you are conveying it to your love, father, or friend. But when it comes to siblings, sometimes it's not said as often as it should be. Every time I speak with my two sisters the conversation always ends in "I love you, sis." But for some odd reason when I am speaking to my brothers the conversation ends something like " Okay, I'll see you tomorrow" or " Okay, talk to you soon." Nine years ago my siblings and I had lost our eldest brother tragically in a motor-cycle accident. Thinking back, I really can't recall actually ever telling him outright that I loved him. If only I knew then, before his death, that that would be the last time I saw him, for sure that L word would have been heard in his ears from my lips. So today, on this twelfth day of November, on his birth date, I feel compelled, as a man, to say what I should have said to him many times. And that is- "I LOVE YOU, JOE"
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Brother!!!
let your siblings know
tell them how much you love them
before it's too late
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
ONE ode
TWO sonnet
THREE limerick
FOUR fibonacci
FIVE epinikion
SIX diminished hexaverse---
SEVEN epithalamium
EIGHT prothalamium
NINE epulaeryu
TEN crystalline
ELEVEN hi-ku
TWELVE rhyme
in footle open verse
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.
Remember the Alamo
My fellow Texians hear what I say
your courage inspires and leaves me in awe;
as I humbly stand before you today
your gallantry from which my strength I draw.
Sant’ Anna’s troops surround this mission’s walls,
and from this bout we face, there’s no escape;
we’ll fight to death until the last man falls,
and with the blood we shed, the fates we’ll shape.
For friends and fam’lies our lives will avow
the future hopes and freedoms they’ll attain,
and when the final man has made his bow,
please know that we will not have died in vain.
Our deeds here will forever write their scripts
when “Remember the Alamo” leaves their lips.
September 18, 2020
On the first day of Christmas
Take Advent age of Xmas countdown
On the second day of Christmas
Holly was a thorn in the side
On the third day of Christmas
Ivy was a real creep
On the fourth day of Christmas
They got a frosty reception
On the fifth day of Christmas
Three wise men proclaimed it was crackers
On the sixth day of Christmas
Who is Mary Christmas? Why Carol’s cousin of course
On the seventh day of Christmas
Yule be getting excited – it’s Claus and effect
On the eighth day of Christmas
All presents present but bah humbugs in Christmas stockings
On the ninth day of Christmas
You snow it won’t reindeer on Christmas day
On the tenth day of Christmas
Time for silent night so sleigh bells
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Coffee-loving Prancer and Dancer are Santa’s Starbucks
On the twelfth day of Christmas
Let’s eat cold turkey and peas on earth
Ho Ho Ho!
L-et Sunday evening pass,
U-nderneath the black sky;
I-t will take a needed rest,
J-ust to make teardrops dry.
I-t's a beautiful dawn, breaking to warm your heart;
E-arly light shines above, as the dark shadows depart.
M-isty Monday morning
I-s turning lovely and bright;
L-et twelfth day December
A-im to replace the
N-ight.
ANOTHER POETRY SOUP 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
a squirrel in a sycamore tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
two puppy dogs (repeat each preceding line)
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
three pit bulls (etc)
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
four basset hounds (etc)
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
five tiny birds (etc)
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sen to me
six pairs of mittens (etc)
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
seven fluffy kittens (etc)
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
eight donkeys braying (etc)
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
nine bunnies hopping (etc)
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
ten snakes a-crawling (etc)
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
eleven mustangs running (etc)
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
twelve Holstein cows
Curtis Moorman
9 December 2018
A POETRY SOUP 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
a poet writing furiously
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
two sleepy poets (repeat each preceding phrase)
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
three clerihews (etc)
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
four budding poets (etc)
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
five ball point pens (etc)
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
six poets a-thinking (etc)
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
seven books of limericks (etc)
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
eight sonnet ideas (etc)
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
nine burned out poets (etc)
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
ten poems by Whitman (etc)
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
eleven Soupers posting (etc)
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
twelve books on poems (etc)
Curtis Moorman
8 December 2018
K-ind weather will show up,
A-fter you rise from slumber;
R-aindrops never fall
E-very twelfth day
N-ovember.
R-ugged wind will soften
O-nce the beacon begins to rise;
M-ist and haze will fade
U-nderneath the blue skies.
A-llow your woes to vanish,
L-et your heart feel fine;
D-ark night will pass by,
O-nce the sun starts to shine.
N-ever let your faith falter
E-ven if the night is blue;
L-et the new dawn break,
L-et the beacon shine on
Y-ou.
P-ouring heavy raindrops
A-re dark, black and gray;
I-nclement clime will fade
N-ovember twelfth day.
A-llow your trust to glow,
G-reat love must not waver;
A-im and hope for sunshine, never let your faith falter.
L-ove God with all your heart,
Y-our soul and your mind;
N-ever turn away from Him, He shall never leave you behind.
C-herish God with all your heart,
O-n the twelfth day of May;
N-ever lose your true faith,
D-on't let your love fade away.
E-ver since your life began, the Father's blessings also start;
S-imply because you are chosen, love God with all your heart.
To All Who Gave Their Lives For Freedom!!
Son of Arras was Vimy Ridge,
Canadian front battleground,
Diversion for the French Nivelle
Defeat the German Sixth Army.
Three thousand Five and ninety eight
Saw not a sunset err again
After their battle had been won
As seven thousand wounded did.
Divisions four of Canada,
First time united, took the prize.
On their twelfth day "the pimple" fell
In April nineteen seventeen.
Today in soils at Vimy Ridge
The dead lie as in Flanders Fields.
They feel no sun, they know no night,
But Canada remembers them.
W.C.Hull © 2009-8-7-765 (D)
C-ome and see the light,
R-ealize its brightest shine;
I-dentify the right path -
S-traight, clean and divine.
S-ee the light in the sky, it brings warmth and smile
Y-our cares, tears and fears shall be forgotten for a while.
C-ome and see the light,
L-et the darkness fade away;
A-ches and pain perish
E- very twelfth day of May.
A-bove there's a bright light,
S-ee it with your both eyes;
U-ntil you know very well
N-ew dawn with the sunrise.
C-ome and see the light,
I-nto thin air clouds disappear;
O-ne morn that has broken
N-ever sees a drop of tear.
E-yes that see the truth
G-ive wisdom to the beholder;
E-yes that ignore the lie
N-ever blink to think it over.
I-gnoring the wrong way
A-ims to win the fight;
S-alvation is for the fold, come and see the light.
A-bove there's a shining star,
R-adiance sparkles so bright;
N-ight turns into new day,
E-vening shadows into
L-ight.
V-ile weather turns fine
E-very twelfth day of May;
R-ain has just disappeared,
C-old chill drifts into gray.
E-arly morn has broken,
L-anes are blue up high;
E-ven the dark wants to see
S-hining star in the sky.
On the first day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . a cut-rate Canadian Pharmacy
On the second day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . two insurance quotes
On the third day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . three free credit scores
On the fourth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . four grow your *****
On the fifth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . five thousand dollars guaranteed!
On the sixth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . six extended warranties
On the seventh day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . seven stock alerts
On the eighth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . eight work from homes
On the ninth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . nine Nigerian emails
On the tenth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . ten get out of debts
On the eleventh day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . eleven singles meet ups
On the twelfth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . twelve hot Asian brides
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