Christmas is near [just for fun]

I originally wrote this in the 90's, but thought, what the heck.

Just before Christmas
[Apologizing to Clement Moore and Dr Suess]

Tis just before Christmas, and packed is my house.
With all of the in-laws of my sweet spouse.
There's Uncle Jimmy, boy, he's such a peach.
He tries to grope anyone who comes within reach.
Aunt Sadie is at the mirrow, putting on a new face.
The woman has jowls, half down to her waist.
I ask my sister-in-law Janet, what gift she'd like most.
She says "A naked Marine, wearing two slices of toast."
Cousin Eddie is mad, to him nothing is funny.
Just got thru telling him, no more loaning him money.
My neices and nephews are out neath the stars.
Roaming the neighborhood, stripping parked cars.
I walk in the kitchen, where my dear lady is working.
There are chores to be done, not an in-law is lurking.
With a hug and a kiss, she says 'Patience my dear".
They won't come back, this is the last year.
For now we are rich, the lottery has been won.
Soon we will be leaving, as if shot from a gun.
Now the turkey is brown, the gravy is poured.
My in-laws all gather in a ravening horde.
They swarm round the table, and begin to feast.
Like vultures in Kenya, round a dead wildebeast.
And from my table, there arises quite a clatter.
As the last sucked-clean bone falls back on the platter.
Now upon one great question, doth my sanity hinge.
Will this be the year that I get my revenge?
For all of the times they have come into my life.
Causing stress and bad feeling to me and my wife.
Now my in-laws fall down, some try to hollar.
And i know the poison was worth every dollar.
All our bags are packed, we are well on our way.
I feel there is but one thing left I should say.
As our plane lands in Rio, and we get off of the flight.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

unfinished and short works

DEATH

Death comes to all, but heed not it's siren call
Death comes to the old and those yet to crawl.
Most fear death,and try to hide, all in vain
For some it comes as surcrease from pain
To those souls I say, that in the end,
Death comes not in fear, but as a friend

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Where

Where did the soda fountain go, that's not a mystery.
Like the mom and pop grocery store, lost to history.
The little stores where the owner greeted you by name.
The big box stores have no soul, it just isn't the same.
Starbucks tries and tries to shut down your local Coffee.
I won't drink Starbucks swill, even if offered to me free.
REBEL, REVOLT, find one of those stores left, so few.
you can help save it, and they'll be happy to see you.
Sure it is cheaper elsewhere, but the few pennies of cost.
Might secure/rescue a bit of nostalgia, before it is lost.
I.d call Mike at Millers hardware, tell him what I need..
It was ready when I got there, how's that for speed?
Try that with Loews, see how far it goes.
I am guilty as all, and saying it isn't at all nice.
We have sold part of our soul for a few pennies of price

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Magic

Can any truly define Reality. As we ride on Lifes' Wheel.
Is what we touch and see, or is it what we hear and feel?
A madmans' sense of what is sane. we say "It's only within his mind".
But is his reality on a different plane, and so he leaves us all behind?
So Gentle reader, I tell you true. From my own 'reality'
I may be just a fool , but magic is very real to me





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A Womans Pain

She bled the night for promises,fed upon her dreams.
went in search of fleeting hope,long lost or so it seems.
She sought to find the answers to the simple question "Why"
was left with bitter endings and angry tears to cry.
She ached and trembled in despair,beneath the moonless gloom.
holding fast to shattered pieces of a heart she thought doomed.
She cried out in the dark of the pain she couldn't share
Asking her desolated soul,why her lover didn't care.
She begged the night for promises her prayer came to naught.
Wondered when the hurt would ever end, is this her lifes' lot?.

She wanders thru the shattered night
hiding from her one great fright
The fear that she will end up alone
With her heart turned hard as stone
She looks up at a lone gleaming star
And wonders why she has come so far.
She believes, and she knows, its ne'er to late
To turn ones soul from rage and hate
Unfaithful man the promise her lover did not keep.
That one burning memory ever invades her sleep
The nightmare wakes her, she doth toss and turn
She walks the night, it makes her spirit burn
She walks on, but but she will learn to cope
For she remembers . there's that small word, Hope
And when the morning light drives back the night
She can rejoice, and put away her fright
know this, Dear Lady, at the very least
As surely as the sun rises in the east
The light wipes away the darkness with its glow
This one great truth, you must see and know
If you think that your hearts is ever sealed in that rock
Remember that faithful love shatters any stone sealed lock

Mountain Meadow

Fleeing memory, he walks the woods, the silent mountains,
Behind him, a city of glass and steel, man made fountains.
Tho not bold, the deep shadow of the forest holds no fright,
He wishes only that enfolding peace ,found within the night.
Fearing to sleep, for sleep may bring that dream,
Awakened, heart pounding, trying not to scream.
He could not save her, he could but sit at her bedside.
Watching, helpless to halt the ebb of her life's tide.
He walks on, hearing and feeling the the night sounds;
Deep and dark, never quiet, in the forest, life abounds.
He desires that darkness, moonless times, dark as jet
So leaves the house at the fiery kiss of each sunset.
Coming upon a clearing in the woods, a meadow he did not seek,
Arriving just as the morning dawn enflames the mountain peak.
Old blackened stumps tell a tale, how the meadow was born.
Grass and beautiful flowers, doth now the clearing adorn.
Looking across the clearing, a way to end this rift
The meadow has no other side, he sees there, a cliff.
He stands at the edge, the clearing behind him like a park,
Facing the dawns first rays, below him night, deep and dark.
gazing down that fearful height, he hears nights siren call
Just one small step, then an end-- an end to dreams and all.
He steels himself to take that step, and thinks, "None will care'
Suddenly he feels a warmth upon his hand, a breath light as air.
He turns, he looks, and there in the light of dawn,
Gazing trustingly into his eyes, a tiny dappled fawn.
He steps back, takes one hand, wipes at the blood on its side.
Not the fawns, somewhere in the night, a mother doe has died.
He picks up the fawn, it relaxes in his arms in total trust
Says "Lets get you fed ,little one. Our life's in front of us,"
As each of us travels life , from birth until deaths door,
We simply want to be needed, just that, nothing more

Beauty

The beauty of the face and body is only ephemeral
What shines forth from the heart and soul is eternal
Thoughts and ideas of beauty, alter without reason or rhyme
The glory of the spirit mocks and forever transcends time
The Goddess who made us each, had no ideals in her plan,
No age, no beauty, nor ugly, merely woman and man
The Lilly is pale and fair, many praise it beauty
But there are others to whom we also owe duty
Pansies and roses can be dark in their parts
should we then, deny them our hearts?
so judge not any person by their physical whole
rejoice and enjoy them for what they show of their soul