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December 2024 Collage Poem: Play the Odds
What happens if Terry the giant does
not touch wood what would Sally say…
but still he drinks his ever so nice tea.
What would happen if Father Christmas didn’t
stop drinking Jack Daniels throughout the rest
of the year?
Drunken Santa is crashing through the snow
You’re all on the naughty list
Pensioners too cold to take a stand
munch a million bags of Mo...
Friday 13th December 2024 9:52 am
Shall We Meet December Soon?
Shall we meet December soon?
November is just for a week.
Shall we meet a new moon?
Will you show me the trick?
What have I noticed at my age?
The time flies, New Year comes.
I'll write carefully a new life page,
A page will be without any harms.
The time of the year suddenly changes,
I had no time to see many stranges.
I hope that my heart will be...
Saturday 23rd November 2024 1:41 pm
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I stepped outside and the sound of my feet made me nervous as I slowly walked along a neverending thick white floor.
The snow clung to my boots as if to find some warmth or maybe a hug.
Within minutes my hands were stiffened by the icy air that felt strong enough to slice through my stone cold fingers.
I should have wore gloves, I said to myself as I made 2 fists and buried them deep insi...
Saturday 5th December 2020 10:30 pm
December Collage Poem: Waves
Swansea waves words at passing poets
The twenty-fifth day is long and in others souls,
A week later we enter the next chapter with
New raging goals.
Kissing capitalism's ass and not mine
Highway traffic moves in waves,
Or should that be it crawls like a crab
Marrying a woman from East Texas
She cooked Christmas pudding for dinner each night
In peanut and r...
Monday 11th December 2017 11:24 pm
December Collage Poem: Disappointment - Part 2
Crossing over reflections
Mirroring his own life
Life is disappointing; but love is always
beautiful, even across dreary railway tracks
kniving through his childhood
Hair kissed under Homeric stars
Whatever the weather.
Tuesday 13th December 2016 11:52 am
Twelfth Night
Twelfth Night
Pining with your sisters
in every other garden.
Laying used and violated
next to the shed.
Tinsel traces
like expensive jewellery
draped from your
denuded, coat-hanger, limbs.
Ribs of dry twigs
poke from your green dress.
Ripped and torn
by seasons greetings.
Where once your heart
beat fast and true
...
Sunday 6th January 2013 11:35 pm
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