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high school prom we held hands
music thumping heartbeats
we danced sweaty palmed
next to each entangled pair

POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

the roses you sent long dead
soft red petals hard faded;

POEM: Poverty

He stands on the median,
wearing a cardboard sign.
Politely asking strangers,
if they could just be so kind.

POEM: Halomancy

Take hold of this bottle of simple table salt,
feel the surface both solid and smooth resting in your palm,
know that this salty white chemical mix is the spark of want,
Can’t you feel the pull of desire in the looks we share?

Garbage In; Garbage Out.

I thought I was a poet,
with voices inside my head.
Words whispering that they,
must be born in ink and read.

POEM: January Fifth

On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Twelve Drummer Drumming… January 5th is the “Twelfth Day of Christmas.”

Source: Twelfth Day of Christmas

POEM: January Fourth

On the eleventh day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Eleven Pipers Piping… January 4th is the “Eleventh Day of Christmas.”
Source: Eleventh Day of Christmas

melancholy

silver and steel
weeping sad notes
saying out loud
what’s stuck in my throat.

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POEM: January Third

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Ten lords-a-leaping…
January 3rd is the “Tenth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Tenth Day of Christmas

a decade of decadence descends;
indulging indolent lords lounging,
are unmoved by the wasted waists
of expanding overflowing belts.

we who gloriously feasted our whole lives,
filling our faces on sweet fluffy nothings;
and still we wonder why our hearts burst;
bleeding seeping regret out every orifice.

POEM: Amusement

On the ninth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: nine ladies dancing… January 2nd is the “Ninth Day of Christmas.”

Source: Ninth Day of Christmas

Nine ladies dancing entice and evoke,
they slip betwixt groves of olive and oak;
encircle me in triplets and triads;
amuse and delight dyads of dryads.

POEM: January First

Poetry challenge: New year poem.

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On the eighth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: eight maids a-milking… January 1st  is here bringing a new year…

Source: Eighth Day of Christmas

Time has fled ahead,
slipping away again.

POEM: December Thirty-First

On the seventh day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Seven Swans-a-Swimming… December 31st  is here and so this is the “Seventh Day of Christmas”…
Source: Seven Swans

If I gifted you with seven swans
would you indulge me for the week?
Swimming in sensual serenity,

POEM: December Thirtieth

On the sixth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Six Geese-a-Laying December 30th is here and so this is the “Sixth Day of Christmas.”  The day of six geese-a-laying – and w…
Source: Sixth Day of Christmas

a full flock of geese
no matter how pretty

POEM: December Twenty-Ninth

On the fifth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: Five Golden Rings… December 29th is here and so this is the “Fifth Day of Christmas.” This is a quiet day – as the day…

Source: <a href=”https://merlinspielen.com/2014/12/29/fifth-day-of-christmas-five-golden-rings-3/”>Fifth Day of Christmas: Five Golden Rings</a>

Round wheels and gears never cease morphing
raw paradise to more earthly hell.
Five golden rings is pure overkill
where one golden ring would be pleasing.

POEM: December Twenty-Eighth

calling birds
never say anything
ever to me at all
they just
keep on chattering

POEM: December Twenty-Seventh

still undeterred
beware the three
shattered in thirds
wild and free
they seem like birds

POEM: December Twenty-Sixth

the challenge of the morning after
is the glaring gap of laughter,
weighs heavy down upon around,
bearing me down onto ground.
making this feel like it’s the end;

POEM: December Twenty-Fifth

sunrise dawning bright
over snowy white
birthing silent night
of the Christmas rite
into vibrant light
gifting sleepy sight
with morning delight.

POEM: December Twenty-Fourth

 

four and twenty blackbirds
singing carols in a tree
wishing peace to all the world
no matter the source of the creed

joyous Christmas to everyone
may you each find what you need.

POEM: December Twenty-Third

so close beyond a hint
so close you can taste
cinnamon and peppermint
flowing all around you

POEM: December Twenty-Second

Lovingly
I enwrap these gifts
in a shimmer of
crimson cellophane

POEM: December Twenty-First

Our words here are small;
so carefully chosen.
Yet never do we say all
that was intended.

POEM: December Twentieth

burning sunlight is ironic
when daylight is truncated
and winter night lays restless
with the bitterness of memory.

POEM: December Nineteenth

the sky is still sleeping and I am not.
hard rasping scrap of frost on my car,
grates on my still dreaming eardrums.
I have places to be and miles to go…

POEM: December Eighteenth

There is bliss in
voices conjoined.
Young and old raising
voices to the rafters.

POEM: December Seventeenth

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.

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Bustling
Merry throngs
Christmas songs
Enwrapping wrongs
While Pretending
We are mending
By overspending…

POEM: December Sixteenth

frozen pavement stretching ahead,
snowbound curves and icy ditches,
flashing past my windshield.

my view is constrained by
the power of my headlights;
high-beams, low-beams, eyes open wide.

POEM: December Fifteenth

Brisk borealis blows her
fierce northern breath
down my shivering neck;

POEM: December Fourteenth

icicles grown
weary from the cold
and blowing snow
let go of my eaves
and shatter below
my kitchen window