I'm over the cheer
the tinsel, the deer
as frothy laughter subsides
like ribbon torn
I'm feeling worn
By dishes stacked too high
I'm over the cheer
the tinsel, the deer
as frothy laughter subsides
like ribbon torn
I'm feeling worn
By dishes stacked too high
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
The morning seems too peaceful for
The hunger that I think should end
My yearning if I got some more
Of what I got the day before
And what I’ll take no matter what
Except this morning’s peaceful, but
I need some more. There’s plenty day,
Enough to waste some parts away.
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Trotsky and Santa
Clothed in red, alive and dead,
corporeal and corporate,
yet seemingly so disparate.
Red connected, though poles apart,
the snow and ice pick out their mark.
Both of them involved in sleighing;
one the doer, one obeying.
Both used lists of disapproval;
your name on there may mean removal.
And all around the world their names
are used for politico-religious aims,
not to mention economics
which now is psychic ergonomics.
Last edited by Paulclem; 12-27-2014 at 05:41 PM.
The morning's come in peacefully and I
Disturb the peace with wond’ring what to do
There isn’t much I need to do, but why
Not ask the Universe to do that, too?
I know that She would tell me I must choose,
Observe, and then accept what I have done.
She can stand by and charm me like a muse,
But I must act then know that we are One.
Last edited by YesNo; 12-28-2014 at 11:26 AM. Reason: second guessing my grammar
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LATE DECEMBER
Superfluous days
Janus' watch-spring all sprung out
Run down--the times fled away
It's when you start to doubt your doubt
And you know in your heart there's no way out
Except through the Minotaur's maze
Repentance and rage
Regret at knowing you know
That whether you broke the cage
Or got the girl or shot the bull or burnt the page
The wages of sin are just how it goes
And the ball of twine wont show you the way
Death and old age
(What no young couple needs to know)
When Janus' masks are at last stripped away
And his mad eyes hold what his mouths won't betray
When the tempest rages but no fool shows
And the rain doesn't really care what you say
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 12-31-2014 at 06:33 PM.
After Christmas
Arse end of the year.
Sudden chills, flu, a half time.
New numbers change things.
A peaceful morning once again appears
And I don’t understand what sorrow nears
Like what I know might not be what is real
Like what I want is not how I might feel.
This isn’t where I thought that I would go,
But that’s not bad. I simply didn’t know.
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A good haul of poems. It has made this thread good fun.
People and Pigeons
Out in the city
pigeons wheel, people parade.
Crowds; a slow flocking.
Winter Fingers
Slipping under seams,
these cold, shiverback fingers
play many a spine.
The New Year requests resolutions
Like a beggar invites contributions
To repaint wintry grays,
Patch the cracking old ways,
To pretend, but not risk revolutions.
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Puzzles
Childhood's wooden puzzle boxes
are lifelong pre-occupations
when their parents input yielded
multiple obfustications.
Engineers engaging numbers,
fitting their physics to desire.
Will the joins yield satisfaction
and will it last through cold and fire.
Scientists with stats and numbers
established facts, their theories squared.
Test and stretch the postulations,
to solve all puzzles they're prepared.
All of history's great solving
and all the progress, still can't find.
All of life's great missing pieces,
How we don't understand our minds.
The blossoms tease their skirts for roaming bees
Who intercede for lovers. Then there’s these:
They lie upon the ground safe out of sight
Sweet rhythmically confounded with delight.
Spring comes again. For now, we’re winter bound.
Enjoy the pause as pleasure shifts around.
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Thanks for starting the thread, Paulclem.
I've enjoyed reading all the contributions to it.
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Old Notebook
Old Notebook finished.
Thoughts blackened all the pages;
each day a moment.
Winter
Winter's frosty grip.
The iron ground like clenched knuckles,
sky an icy stare.
Early Morning
Everyone sleeping.
The Cold house still and silent;
full of unseen dreams.
Crowdspace
A cold and sparse day.
Shoppers spread into spaces
like they always would.
New Notebook
Today's New Notebook;
white pages of potential,
fields of future thought.
Last Year
Last year's memories;
the maelstrom of months and days
not yet history.
Janus
Janus. New Year's Eve.
Glancing back; emotions mixed.
Forward; deep black void.
Last edited by Paulclem; 12-31-2014 at 05:59 PM.
And so the challenge is complete,
the daily writings were a treat.
I thank you for your entries here
and hope we'll be as good next year.