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Xmas 2012

Submitted by Frenchf on Mon, 2012-12-24 08:22

Jamie was behaving strangely
His wife was filled with dread
Her once mild mannered husband
Had reindeer pyjamas in bed

He'd woken up early that morning
To take a conference call,
dressed up in his suit, his tie, to boot
but then did no work at all

He comes up the stairs to awaken her
And presents her with a thong
He takes of his tie and unzips his fly
And then starts singing a song

Christmas Day

Submitted by Seren on Mon, 2012-12-24 06:11

I miss you everyday
but today I miss you more

I make memories without you
theres a hole in the fabric of my mind

this holiday you loved so much
I celebrate in your name, secretly

I miss you more each year
and until we meet again

smiling tears will ever fall

Christmas Quarreling !

Submitted by docmaverick on Mon, 2012-12-24 04:43

I don't need a very, Brady Christmas...
and don't get me started, on that one about "ghosts"!

I want, my family's idiosynchracies,
not some family, for whom one boasts !

Growing up, there was our Uncle Johnny,
always irritated to the point, that he swore;

but, way before we arrived at our cousins,
we'd be arguing over, who gets the door !

What I'm sayin' is, it's only natural,
it's even documented, that reindeer can't hear;

FLOWERS OF SNOW

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Mon, 2012-12-24 04:14

Flowers of snow,
they blow about the sky like birds in flight,
a sight that sends the senses in a spin,
for deep within our hearts we love this dance,
this ballet-dance of nature,
as all is frozen, stilled;
and movement only comes
when winter wishes are fulfilled.

WHEN WE BUILD AGAIN

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sun, 2012-12-23 23:40

Years ago our ancestors came together
Before the eclipse turned our day into night
Built a small house, but big enough for all
Roof, like a bird with wings, tilted skyward
They sang of freedom for our families
Eagles flew across, never seen by men
We gazed upward and saw the falcons’ eyes

My Helpmate

Submitted by Lamar Ingraham on Sun, 2012-12-23 10:43

And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him. -- Genesis 2: 18 (KJV)

Angels must graced perfection upon such a lady,
With love more precious than a newborn baby;
Out of nowhere you came because I had the faith,
I thank God again for blessing me with you helpmate.

Took my breath away the first time I laid eyes on you,
Because my sole purpose in my life is to belong to you;
Hope came along the very moment that you entered,
No longer was the single life an option I had ventured.

Be Mine (proposal)

Submitted by Rula on Sun, 2012-12-23 08:46

YOU might not be
as pretty
as some singers
nor shiny
as Hollywood stars

I might not be
as rich as Gates
nor genius
as Einstein

But I want to be yours
and you to be mine

Orgy

Submitted by Frenchf on Sun, 2012-12-23 08:00

Fifth December Victoria station
Both of us watching 2 lesbians
Clutching each other
Unconscious to the world.
You looked at me and said
"I need love"

of flowers..minor re-edit

Submitted by loved on Sun, 2012-12-23 01:51

beauty lies in the folds of nature
upon its natural beds
flowers bloom like angels
and spread love of life

such is the joy fresh flowers bring
the fragrance lasts a while …
yet all things end
so do flowers
after they bloom
they too wither away
but softly and slowly
as poets soldier- like fade away,

yet the inner soul,
the essence of life
continues for ever –
as they bury
their petals and seeds
bloom afresh others

the cycle of life continues…

PROVIDENCE

Submitted by t. reflexion on Sat, 2012-12-22 22:21

Clad like a combatant set for battle
Raffia palm poised for a gift from Bacchus
Standing nearby with neither hand nor leg
The coconut is happy where it stands
It goes to the stream to fill up the pots
The sweet water was there before the rain
Saccharine cool, not minding the sun

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