Sunday, December 12, 2004
Silver Bells redux.
City sidewalks Icy sidewalks Make for Black and blue shoppers As they fall down With their treasures You hear. #@%*~ Christmas #@%*~ Christmas Too soon it will be Christmas Day!
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Friday, December 10, 2004
Shortcut express
To a place where I can rest A place called the weekend. But, oh! I forgot There are Christmas cards to do Gifts yet to buy Wrap and send! Why? Did I think I would have any leisure time I must have been thinking With my weak end. The lights! The freaking lights One goes out, they all go out,] Sure...
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Thursday, December 9, 2004
Bah, humpbug.
I’ve been having thoughts… And they’re not nice, mostly of snow piling up on my roof and roads covered with deadly ice. Someone’s going to squeeze down my chimney and give toys with Wal*Mart bar codes on them. The only bar code I need is the password to a speak-easy. Do they still exist? Now in this...
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Thursday, December 2, 2004
Christmas Flakes.
White And quiet They fall everywhere Transforming grey brown fall Into a whitescape Where rosy cheeked children Build snowmen and slide Down hills laughing All the way.
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Sunday, November 28, 2004
A Thanksgiving repast.
For it was truly Over the hill and through the woods To Grandmas house we went. Eating sumptuous food And sharing family Was our main intent. When at last the stuffing Was stuffed and the olives All gone And the dishes Packed into the dishwasher We sat and caught up On lives distant and near Most of...
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Echoes in the vast cavern of Time.
Our lives, floating, floating, making their way through the corridor of eternity. As we pass, will the ripples of our lives be lost in the cacophony of the moment? Or somehow be preserved, an indelible part of the pattern that is existence. That is not for us to know nor can we ever know nor should...
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Monday, November 15, 2004
Moments
Suddenly the rungs On my stepladder of life Turned to rubber And my glasses to funhouse mirrors. What was up was undecided, Left and right fought over which Was who, in the end There were still two. Thoughts slipped freely Coupled with doubts And graceful as ice dancers They spun inside my head. Was...
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Thursday, November 11, 2004
Comes the calm of evening.
Darkness hides the world, as stars blink down in innocence, a warm bed awaits. Night time and the world stops, or so it seems, yet opposite people are bathing in sunbeams. The television dark now as the night sky, no more bad news until tomorrow’s traffic snarl shown by a perky girl armed with a...
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