December 24, 2012

 

 

In moments of wanton lust,

she desired him like never before.

In moments of utter disgust,

she deplored her shamelessness more.

 

 

 

 

We kind of lost it in the end.

She’d think of walnuts she had to pickle.

We’d little in common, if truth be known.

They were right to say she was fickle.

 

 

December 21, 2012

 

 

Percoughalees said to Mendotta

‘Tis the season to be happy and bright’.

‘Stop right there’ said Mendotta to

Percoughalees, as she rushed off

into the night.

 

Not to miss this seasonal opportunity,

Percoughalees was hot on her heals,

But Mendotta left Percoughalees standing,

and roared off, in her hot set of wheels.

 

 

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Eventually that feeling will leave you,

when the shine starts to lose it’s gloss,

after you strip away the chocolate coating,

and fight your way through the candy floss.

 

 

 

 

 

I was coping very well with early Advent,

until, at dusk, I went outside to add some

festive plants to the window box, and heard

the hauntingly melodic tones of ‘Silent Night’

coming from the nearby chapel, and I was gone!

Memories of you came flooding back, and the

agony of losing you, lives on!

 

 

 

 

 

The weightlessness of heaven,

as souls from bodies rise,

to take their place in alloted spots,

without effort or compromise.

 

 

 

December 15, 2012

 

 

Though none of us immortal be,

we long for serendipity.

And with our minds emotion free,

push the bounds of possibility.

 

 

 

 

 

Put on your combinations, love,

the weather is chilly outside.

Button up your liberty bodice dear,

tis not the season to worry about pride.

 

 

 

 

I wonder if she made it through,

that child of mine, that in me grew.

I wonder if she ever knew,

a better life, with skies of blue.

 

 

 

 

The first taste of freedom,

the umbilical cord cut.

The last taste of freedom,

the marital door shut.

 

 

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