The things we
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Tag: Christmas
The Clamor and The Crowd
The noise and stretch of holidays,
The clamor and the crowd –
The many and the much that’s done,
That’s busy, full, and loud —
These have their place among our joys;
But yet, I’ve learned by stealth
That sometimes what I really need’s
A moment to
Myself
To share is human:
Then Why?
The lights are strung, the tree is up – and still,
The hollowness and barrenness have grown;
With all of this to ward the winter chill,
Then why does he feel empty and alone?
The mirror in the other room would say
There is no corporal majesty to see,
And gentle night can’t alter brutal day,
Nor integrate the contradictory.
He looks for love, a number he has lost,
Amid the plastic lights and fading bars,
And knows the price, the amplitude, the cost
Of looking down, and missing out the stars.
Then why, indeed, does he still long and crave
When there’s no Who in Who-ville left to save?
To share is human:
What I Learned (4)
The Christmas music was so beautiful
It made my cry
Then, suddenly
Another car cut me off in traffic
And I unleashed a stream of obscene invective
Towards someone who couldn’t hear me.
What I Learned?
I’ve still got a lot to learn
About Christmas
To share is human:
Christmas Party 1954
The people in the old days didn’t know
Their days were old. They thought that they were new.
And they were right of course. It goes to show
How prejudiced we can be, me and you
We make a noise of saying all the time
We shouldn’t judge based on each other’s looks:
Then laugh at these old pictures thoughtlessly,
And cover-judge, not having read the books
To share is human:
Sleep
Final Trio
For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.
Up on the aging bookcase
With bindings cracked and worn
Adventures of his childhood
That long ago were torn
From off the edge of innocence
To where dreams fall away
These travels, real in vividness
Now lost in yesterday
With so much guilt upon him
He seeks, to balm his past
The sound of children’s voices
Some harmony at last
As with the coming season
The skies begin to weep
He wishes he could tenderly
Put his
Lost child
To sleep…
To share is human:
Christmas Cat
Ech, I have to wait again —
I just really do hate waiting.
She’ll be home soon – wonder when?
Ticking clocks are just so grating.
Dang that woman’s slow as Christmas.
It IS Christmas. Sorry, there —
But perhaps I can transport her
Using my
Amazing
Stare
To share is human:
Holiday Vision
Picture now, your winter leisure
Warm and comfy homely bliss:
This is what my house would look like
If it looked at all like this
