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A Letter To Santa Part One Please Read First

As I lie near the covers all cosy and tight
I smile when I think Santa’s coming tonight
Most of the Prezzies are under the tree
But Mum say’s Santa’s coming especially for me
I wrote him a letter which I put in the mail
Asking him to bring me a boat I could sail
Down by the lake with my best friend Ted
And maybe with Susie, Tim, Alice and Ned
I added some kisses and promised I’d be good
Not to make a fuss and to do as I should
In my boat we’d be Pirates and sail the Spanish Main
Or men in a trawler, fighting storm and hurricane
Or explorers in the Antarctica seeing what was up
Or maybe the crew on the America’s Cup
Or we’d join the Navy, pretend my boat a sub
We might even form a secret sailing club
W hen we got to shore we’d drink slurpiees by the tub
Discuss our adventures and eats lots of grub 
I put in a request for Susi’s new hair
She hates it when the kids at school always stare
Alice a doll and Ned a fancy guitar
My sister a boyfriend and  Dad a new car
Susie say’s cause he Jewish, Santa can’t give to Tim
I reckon she’s bonkers, Santa can’t forget about him
He needs new braces and a new teddy bear
As he gave his to Peter when he lost all his hair
I know Timmy’s Jewish, but so was God’s son
And they say the Lord Jesus he loves everyone
I asked Santa to help my Parents, not worry about me
For the Lord, my friends not to take to heaven with thee 
For Peace in the world, joy and content
To stop all the fighting and unemployment
To give Mummy roses and a great big hug
For the Doctors and nurses let me do a jitterbug
So as I lay near the covers all cosy and tight
I’m glad Santa’s really coming tonight       (continued)

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Yin and Yang

I am the light that longs for the dark
I am the shallow that yearns for the deep
Earth and sky, snow and sand, desert and ocean
The opposite that combine to make a whole
Gentle and fierce, strong and weak, love and hate
War and peace, youth and age, foolish and wise
Envy and content, sad and happy, birth and death
Twirling together creating the dance of life
Men and women a creation of yin and yang
Opposites belonging completing the whole
A never ending circle in time and space

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A Letter To Santa Part Two

Tomorrow we’ll have a party, all my friends will be there
And Prezzies will be opened and Christmas we’ll share
And Susie will grin in her red flaming hair
And Alice with her doll, in her new wheel chair
Ned will strum his guitar and we’ll all start to sing
And laughter and cheer this Christmas will bring
And I’ll sail my boat across the Spanish Maine
Explore the Antarctic fighting storm and hurricane
And though Timmy’s Jewish, he’ll get his brace and his bear
Hanukkah and Christmas it’s the season we all share
And we’ll be as happy as we could ever be
And we’ll thank the folks from Variety
They give plenty of Prezzies for all us kids
And they come and play with us invalids
They donate millions of dollars for all child care
Isn’t it nice to know that they’re there!
Right now I’m quite sleepy, but I hear jingle bells
The sound of a sleigh “It’s Santa!” Tim yells 
But it’s only the nurse making her round
Santa won’t come till we’re all sleeping sound
So as I lie neath the covers, all cosy and tight
I smile when I think Santa’s coming tonight
And I’m as hopeful as I could ever be
Santa got his instructions, this year from me!

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Coffee At the Brassiere

Sitting having coffee at the classy Brassiere
Everyone is laughing, and they’re speaking niceties
Isn’t it lovely just to sit and chitter chat
Instead of being me in my lonely habitat
Not to be heavy weather, just to be light and gay
Able to flirt with strangers able to chat away
The woman across from me is glorious to see
She chats with everyone, she is so beautiful and free
I bet her life is happy, without much care or strife
She knows what she is after, able to grab at life
Soft spoken and graceful, yet with hunger lush and ripe
Observing her I sit alone, the studious silent type
She smiles softly, and her smile it lights the room
The men are entranced, she attracts like exotic perfume
Oh I wish I could be like her one never alone
I somehow feel out of touch, I’m always on my own
Such happy smiling faces, a young man just glanced at me
I wonder if he’s lonely, he looked but cannot see
The person that is hiding, the secret inner me
Such a lot of giggly laughter, clever chic repartee
The young man seems disconcerted, maybe he’s very shy
Now the woman’s flirting with yet another passer bye
Maybe her head is empty, maybe there’s nothing there
She needs the admiration she needs the men who stare
So maybe I should be thankful for all that’s inside me
She can only see herself, but dear world I see thee.

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Suddenly

Suddenly though a lifetime of joy, happiness, tears and devastating sorrow
Suddenly there is calm, suddenly a glimmer of a serene contented peace
The waves of the ocean no longer a tumultuous frightening turbulence
Instead a new placid peaceful calm, so inviting and so enticing
Suddenly one feels that maybe this time, this time all will be well
Maybe this is the moment so longed for, for so many years
A belief suddenly that there is a safe haven a place to at last belong
A place where all dreams and all hopes will not ripped asunder
Instead calm and safety nothing to hide suddenly all pasts forgotten
All fears and doubts and longing and despair all swept away
Like the Ocean breaking over the sand softly sweeping away all fear
A sanctuary at last somewhere to really belong, something that is yours
All one’s dreams and desires suddenly awakened from their sleep
Life to be tasted to its fullest, every moment every hour every day
No doubt the ocean will not be forever smooth, but the hope is there
The hope of a new start a new beginning in safe loving protective arms
That are there to nurture, to care for you and to make you whole again.

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My Silly Introspection

Somebody wrote and once told me
Oh gal, you are really up yourself
That really hurt my feelings,
Then I though, oh what the hell!
I’m really not the one to sit in a chair
And nobody know that I’m there
I dress up swank and life I thank
For the years that are still there
I’ll sing for free and I’ll dance with thee
Not a Wall flower will I be
I‘ll show the kids at twenty
That there‘s still life in me a plenty
And when I walk into a room
I’ll wear my most haunting perfume
And you will know that I am there
And with friends all life I’ll share
Now the guys may not stop and stare
Still there are some do I declare
Yes I am really up myself]
But I sure ain’t on the shelf!

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Senility

Senility

The mumblings of day’s gone bye
A living memory of a life ending
Unable to recapture the joy of time and place
The meanderings of a mind wandering,
Through labyrinths of jumbled memories.
The treasures of a lifetime soon exposed;
Silent, tolerant nods, as heads turn away
Not understanding the inner cry for recognition
A life well spent, vulnerable now to senility and time.
Shaking, sagging, arthritic creaking bones,
Holding within the tears and joys of yesteryear.
Childhood with its anticipation, grasping for life.
The fruitless dreams of idealistic youth,
The reality of living, the striving to survive.
Tired old eyes that tell of tragedy and hope,
Mumblings of faded memories and shattered dreams;
Family, friends, passed away, forgotten ones alive,
In a shoe box of memorabilia, of all that used to be;
Faded photos, letters, cards, a child’s lock of hair.
Faces constantly dutifully drifting in and out,
Strangers attending, no time for understanding,
To offer solace to the remnants of a life already spent.
In the midst of living, why are we so unaware?
How delicately life is balanced, years set all awry
In the ramblings of a bag of bones, senility and time.

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The Kiss

Two lovers’ one kiss
Ecstasy divine
Two lovers entwine
And in rapture combine

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No Expectations

A very wise person said to me only yesterday
Why do you have such expectations in life
If you have expectations, you will only be disappointed
It was like a light bulb suddenly lighting up in my head
Of course that is where I have gone so astray in life
I have always had expectations and have always been let down
A Parent has expectations that their grown up children will call
A wife has expectations that on her Anniversary a fuss will be made
Children have expectations that the world around them swirls
Men have expectations that their wives will at them always swoon
Oh yes one can have dreams and hopes and future plans
But the word expectation means eager anticipation
In other words the total act of expecting what you want to be given
Now flowers can be given on an Anniversary to celebrate love
If you are not expecting the gift, then what a pleasure it becomes
So expectation is really a Want, I want the kids to call
I want you to love me, I want you to need me, I want you always
Love should be given not demanded, love should be free
Kids will call if they love you and care about making you content 
Flowers should be given from the heart not expected as a right
A person in anguish should not cry out for you to save them
A person in anguish should love themselves enough to save themselves
We should not expect a rainbow in the sky, but be happy when it is there
Things should be given freely not expected, then that is real joy
I will from today try to expect nothing, and in the process grow stronger.

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The Conformity of Non-Conformity

There are those who heedlessly follow the crowd
There are also a few who singularly continually do not
Some of these do it to be different, while some just are
They dance to their own voice, hear a different drummer
It is not at all easy to be different, it has its price
Some think the journey worth it, others soon capitulate
Now when you are different, if you are a deep thinker
Then sometimes you may even question your own reasoning
For some through life, it is a continual questioning why
Why am I so different, why do I always have to do what I do
Others don’t not give a stuff, they simply do what they want 
For some, life makes them different, without even asking
Some different in looks, in circumstance, mind or body
Others so unique, making discoveries conquering the unknown
Some even take their difference and turn them into sheer evil
They take our world and fill it with non- conforming haters
They are people who believe that all must sing to their tune
They want to sway the populace to their ways of non-conformity
And in their non -conformity to the norm, it turns into conformity
Sub-cultures are formed to get away from the traditional values
Goth, Metal head, pieced tongues, shaven heads, and dread hawks
All eventually without even realizing it living in total compliance
The non- conformist therefore has to be a loner not a group culture
To be different is to be true to oneself and stand there out on a limb
This is a hard road to travel, and certainly not one that is easy to tread.