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Fallen Queen...A Fucked Up Fairy Tale

she could not bring herself to kiss
the dirty little frog
not getting passed his green slimmey face
and warty splotchy skull

never handsome enough to love
in spite of his viscous sincerity
and
her
own
yearning
snail fish

The Christmas Holiday Season

Christmas has come again
It's a great time of year
To be with your friends
And enjoy some great cheer

Is it all about gifts
Or trimming a tree
Give each other a lift
And some Christmas glee

It can cost so much money
If we have it to spend
Certainly not funny
If you have none to send

People are more generous in the holiday season
Bless their hearts; every one of us
Whatever they do; whatever the reason
Do it without a fuss

Aging is lovely @78

1485 INTERNATIONALLY have agreed with me You may only read

Aging is lovely
We all have to as must...
age with age

grey sideburns remain ...
head is either white or bald....
dentures some don
some love toothlessness

as they say
child and an old man are akin

the child drinks from a bottle
so does an old guy too
maybe now its Scotch whiskey

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

COLD RAIN'S RETREAT

Left over drops from last night's rain
hesitantly release from bare twigs
slowly beating a slow refrain
on my hat which shelters naught but sprigs
in a wind from frigid northern lands.

Carefully I place my feet
on this hillside drenched and slick.
I pause, considering retreat
as far above the bare limbs click
beneath the fleeing storm clouds' bands.

Belief

Bubbles in my head. make feet tap again
before they go cold, like stories untold,
like my sparrow's feet, at your cabin door.

Hoping you'll follow,
the trail before it fades,
like the candle I left, by your door step.

Come. find me in the wild,
stoking for us a fire,
where waiting for you, doesn't tire.

If the candles get doused,
by a fateful wind,
don't let the cinders turn to ash.

Each Christmas Eve.
I will knock on your cabin door,
lighting more candles, in belief_

Is this life all there is?

Yesterday, it was work, eat, drink, and be merry
Buy that, buy those-- and then sleep

Today, it’s more work, more eat, more drink, and be merrier
Buy more of that, buy more of those—then sleep again

Tomorrow, it’ll be much more work, eat, drink and be the merriest
Buy all of that; buy all of those— then have more sleep

Is all this life has to offer to us?
Is this why we are here on this world,
To satisfy our insatiable selves?

The Last Christmas Present (DECEMBER CONTEST)

Silence sliding through the fog.
Never number the days of loss.
Smiles surrender lives to forgive.
A heart that shall die refusing to live.

Sunshine cannot escape this gloom.
The wooden box that is her tomb.
A hand that reaches out to grasp;
This Greek tragedy that is my past.

Yuletide brings not ‘round it’s cheer.
Dear Gods, I’m guilt-struck every year!
I cannot tell you the day she died,
Though she beat a drum of suicide.

Coffee Cup Eulogy

My coffee cup has passed.
I am Mark from Lowell.
I loved my coffee cup
Made of high quality
Ceramic, it was tough.
It flew many a times,
Never shed was a shard.
Large enough for an iced,
Small so to be handled,
Perfect for microwave.
To an end all things come
As well my coffee cup.
Smashed on asphalt tile floor,
It helped move me a lot,
Gave me thoughts, things to do.
Never bored, never blue
I certainly miss you.
A gift from me to me
At a cost but oh gee

TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NO MAN I INCLUDE WOMAN

You are the life
a seed
which only
does humour breed
I will also a poem seed

Love to participate only
like the winter’s breeze
slaps me hard
coz they all call this oldie
nearing eighty
a young bard

some mistook me
to be a woman
could I a female
in male garb be

then you greater poets will say

SHOW
DON'T TELL
LOL

Stan it's been a wonder
reading ye
let WINTRY DECEMBER
like snow cum and go
you blow
what!!!!
man
your NOSE

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