CHRISTMAS MOURNING
O mourning beast of Christmas steals three days.
The wife bakes joy with kids beside her skirt.
A man, mails cards just down the street, agaze.
The oven shield ablaze... the pavement’s curt.
A pulse of love delivers kiss and hugs
of cookie crumbs...the children whirl with dance.
Mom pours the chill eggnog...they cheer with mugs.
Before the nightmare ring, they’re in a trance.
The kettle blasts like vulturine alarm.
The buzz in ears a fright that makes one jump.
Reality that knocks to gift its harm.
Awake her tears which cause shoulders to slump.
O Christmas mourning song - it is bereft.
A manger lost to swollen eyes - a theft.
Date:11/18/2018
Contest: CHRISTMAS MOURNING
Sponsor: PS Awtry
A kettle is a term that birders use to describe a group of birds
wheeling and circling in the air. (Wikipedia reference)
The rocky desert was searing red,
And the sky was lapis lazuli
When thundering hooves and swirling dust
Brought grimy, grim men fast riding by.
Their looks and their mien were vulturine
With dark eyes that were as hard as stone.
‘Twas easy to see it was risky
To be riding this bleak land alone.
I held my peace and stayed in my cave
Hidden beneath the Mogollon Rim.
Three months and a day, I hid away
Until my trail was colder than snow.
I saddled my horse and lit a shuck,
Riding by night for old Santa Fe.
No man of the gun, I hated to run.
What else could I do with no alibi?
I rode the horse that carried the gold
Of the late robbers who shot my son.
The most hectic moment is when you pass by me
And starring with your vulturine eyes giantly,
Undoubtedly, you are the prettiest ugly ever been to me kindly!
Your heart searches me everywhere ,but your ego can find me nowhere,
Your eyes bind me up to the infinity, but still your ego let me go anywhere,
Girl, either you believe me or not you are the most hectic creature ever been to me giantly!!
My eyes once died for you but you never cried for me
My heart once locked you but you never knocked me,
Undoubtedly, you are the prettiest ugly ever been to me kindly!
Girl, either you believe me or not you are the most hectic creature ever been to me giantly!!
My life might be the null ,but it is, for you, always the full,
Your life might be the cool, but it is ,for me, always the hell,
'Cause I believe that life is what you make but not what you tell,
And ,girl!!! you are the prettiest ugly ever been to me kindly!
Either you believe me or not you are the most hectic creature ever been to me giantly!!
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