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All I Want For Christmas

Oh, all I want for Christmas is a smaller set of breasts:
Forget about the candy canes, the eggnog and the rest.
Hey Santa, if you're listening then let me really stress,
I mean it when I say I need to 'get this off my chest'!!!

I 'member how I used to play in mother's cast-off clothes;
The evening dress, the high heels and the baggy pantyhose.
I'd stuff my top with kleenex 'til the bodice hit my nose:
Gee, whoda thunk I'd end up with a pair bigger than those?!?!?!

When older, I tried basketball but I'd just end up sore.
I'd bounce the ball across the court but both my breasts bounced more!
And golf was just a waste of time-I seldomAll I Want For Christmas8 years ago in Poetry

Christmas-timeNow colored lights throw vibrant sprites
In arcs around the trees
The burning wicks of candlesticks
Bow low before the breeze
The powdered snow and mistletoe
Contribute to the cheer:
And young and old don't mind the cold
For Christmas-time is near.

Now stockings grace the fireplace
And children wait with glee
For soon, they know, the space below
Their decorated tree
Will fill with stuff – oh, soon enough
Their presents will appear –
For by the laws of Santa Claus,
Their Christmas-time is near.

Now eggnog flows, and winter blows
Its fury o'er the hills
We warm our hands and dream of lands
Outside the windowsills.
The sound Christmas-time8 years ago in Poetry

Her Broken WingYou never saw a girl hold quite so much beauty
But looking pretty has always been her duty
She never deserved such life of cruelty.

"Help..."

Almost angelic, her dress a dark shade of white
There's something about her that isn't quite right
Un-noticed in all but a certain light.

"...someone..."

The expression on her porcelain face, pale as a corpse...
The disturbing looks of anguish, pain and remorse
The face of a young woman aged by force.

"...please..."

Sadness curling the corners of her lips
She moves in the same way an old record skips
And she's at the mercy of my fingertips.

"...heal..."

You can't giftwrap a kiss but she'Her Broken Wing8 years ago in Poetry

Peppermint Mocha Litmas 2005Peppermint Mocha

Standing outside of Starbucks
Sipping my Peppermint Mocha
Scarf tightly bundled around my neck
People walking
Carrying their candied-coloured shopping bags
Of Christmas gifts to be
For their loved ones

Winter wind
Blending with the busy sounds
Of traffic -
Cars driving by
The cold breeze
Brush at my cheeks
Sensations leaving my face flush-red
Like the colour of the Starbucks cup
Glitters of snowflakes descending
Upon the winter afternoon sun
The sweetness of chocolate
And the cool taste of peppermint
With only the coffee keeping me warm

I take another sip
The snow falls harder
Whitening the sunny skiePeppermint Mocha Litmas 20058 years ago in Poetry

Crossing the Mountain

How temporary this bittersweet calm inside,
before the reign of children broken and sore
and stepping over cloth laid out to catch mud
breaks clarion over solitude shrinking and blue.

They've crossed the mountain to join the fun,
run gay banter through air once still, and still
the afternoon is not yet settled in this mood
and a multitude of clothing is unbuttoned.

Setting a bell jar on my family while we eat,
early places set for little hearts warm-blooded
as oxen, and wolves run in the fallen white,
we jovial lovers joined in merriment and stones.

Steal me a heart, or a yellow-gold glory, now
blowing and cursing again this eartCrossing the Mountain8 years ago in Poetry

MemoriesYou hold the knife to your wrist,
Has it really come to this?
You heart is full of pain,
Butdoes this mean the joy you felt was all in vain?
You tell yourself it's something you must do,
What about all the people who love you?
You're sure to the it was just a game,
But immediatly you're filled with shame,
With a quick motion, you slice your wrist,
No more pain, no more bliss,
As the blood seeps through the cracks,
Your head fills with memories of the past,
Some good, some bad,
But all of the life you had,
The way how every Christmas,
Your dad would dress as Santa and hand out presents,
And every summer your siblings would go Memories8 years ago in Poetry

I Miss The Past

I Miss The Past
By: Adam Rosner

I miss the cool music and the nice vibes,
The awesome trends and those stoned guys,
The crazy hippies and Sonny and Sher,
The tie-dye T-shirts and those people with that funky hair.
I miss the Jackson Five and the drunken fights,
John Lennon, Ronald Reagan, and Disco Saturday night.
The green fields and the festive wild parties,
Afros, good food, and those teenagers who would say, "Narlie."
I remember the old stories of the people who've been,
And those protesters that would rant again, and again, and again.
A time when friends were friends, and everyone had an a voice.
A time where people were smI Miss The Past7 years ago in Poetry

Our Sweet December

Out of the boxes that sleep in the cellar
Comes the wintry décor of wondrous stellar

Tinsel delights surround our home
Our worries lost in the euphoric foam

A gathering of love sprinkled upon cake
Another year warmer nip takes a break

Chocolate confections encircle the air
Inhale the aroma and exhale a prayer

Lord, Keep us so close, living hand in hand
While we celebrate the knot of our precious strand

And when the last Christmas graces our life
Please take us as one, a husband and wife

I hope that we'll meet in our sweet December
Of all of our months it's the one I'll rememberOur Sweet December8 years ago in Poetry

my christmas joyi've seemed
to lost
my christmas joy
no longer
a happy holiday
all i can
think about
is how you passed
the night before
christmas day

i can still
feel the scream
your mother gave
even though
i was miles away
when she went
to your room
and found you dead
on our lives,
it put a weigh

and to think
i talked to you
the day before
and you said
that you'de be fine
but i guess
things got
to hard to handle
and thats why
you gave your life

and i'm mad
at you
for being selfish
you know
we needed you here
now your mom's
left wishing
for you every year
just the thought brings me
to tears

but all
is forgotten
wemy christmas joy8 years ago in Poetry

Stolen Angels

Awaken in my arms,
Sweet child of mine,
And all you need know is how to breathe.
Always remember how to breathe.

In a world of torment and endless distress,
Her innocence will be her only flaw.
As she ventures into the light of tomorrow,
Unaware of the inevitable collision she'll face..

A happy soul and a joyous occasion,
Torched by a riot of depressive behaviour.
What ever happened to our Christmas days?
I miss them.

Suffocated with such anger and hatred,
She stripped herself of all she had dreamt,
laying her halo down to rest,
she sung..

And it's Christmas.. a beautiful Christmas day,
but Daddy isn't home
& Mummy doesnStolen Angels8 years ago in Poetry

Christmas TimeChristmas time is for games and fun,
December is considered a 'Celebrating Month',
Cookies and cakes are prepared for this special day,
Presents are bought for both the young and grey.
It's a time filled with gifts and sweets,
Christmas time is truly a treat,
Children will make snowmans in the snow,
Couples will kiss under the mistletoe.
The presents will be placed under the tree,
Gifts and pudding for the whole family.
But Christmas isn't just about gifts and snow,
It's about something that everyone should know,
Christmas is the birthday of Jesus, remember that
It isn't about eating turkey and getting fat.
Happiness and joy sChristmas Time8 years ago in Poetry

merry litmas competitionIt was the night before xmas,
when all though DA,
all the stuff run ryit,
keeping xmas at bay.

realitysquared and suzi9mm keeping violation away.

hexentanz and ewm you know who they are,
answering your questions without leaving a scar.

dinyctis with all the news,
keeping out anything that gives the blues.

All of the prints team,
working as hard as can be,
sending them out leaving nothing but steam.

DA wish you all a merry xmas,
and a happy new year,
the best for teh future,
2006 we will all see you there.merry litmas competition8 years ago in Poetry

Home for ChristmasThe television showed complete victory.
Peace was a promise just over the next dune.
Presents were spread unopened.

The leaders promised a Christmas Homecoming.
Twisted wreckage sat on the freeways.
A cigar sat cold on the end table.

It was a matter of mission first and people always.
Smoldering signs of victory littered the road.
A lone tree was left, unattended, in the corner.Home for Christmas8 years ago in Poetry

Shiverlet's make some teenage mistakes.

it would be worth it
i'd make it worth it,
trust me.

stand in the cold
for nothing else,
dark lights pushing
through the sky.
wrap up and shiver,
stand quietly out front,
looking side to side
for a pair of yellow tinted beams
to part the misty air,
an engine to creep through shadows
and slow wheels to touch
black-faded-gray streets
that will stop before my feet.

the click of the locks
allows me in,
silently slamming doors.

unavowed promises
begin to ring clear -
we'll lie down,
we'll wrap up,
chills still following
(can never stop the shaking
the never-ending need for something moreShiver8 years ago in Poetry

Mistletoe and WineAnd there went my heart
Tied up in tinsel
A prisoner to the season of goodwill
I drew myself in for that sherry filled kiss
And the promise of a brighter new year

You pulled away
The look of biting disgust
A rotten clementine touching your tongue
A christmas pudding, when you hoped for a cracker
My shame a candle, drawing moths.Mistletoe and Wine8 years ago in Poetry

'Tis the SeasonThe lights are on, the tree is up,
yes, 'tis the season.
The stars are out and a warm coffee cup,
yet tears flow without reason.

Is it memories long gone and dead,
or nausea from the pulsing lights?
I cannot say, it is not said,
through this strange and sullen night.

Why do tear stains mark the heart?
For others, this time means joyful peace.
Perhaps it's the onion being cut,
but these tears will not be appeased.

I think about my ponderings,
and wonder how to please them.
But although all my thoughts are grim,
yes, 'tis the season.'Tis the Season8 years ago in Poetry

Christmas TearsSnow falls on deaf ears,
Like my softly spoken plea.
I fight back my Christmas tears,
As you walk away from me...

The winds snakes into my clothes,
As I drop to my knees.
The emptiness inside me grows.
The tears I cry begin to freeze.

My heart is bleeding on the snow...
To think I've wasted all these years,
Keeping a tiny hope aglow
Only to cry these Christmas tears.Christmas Tears8 years ago in Poetry

Night-of da Dead-Before X-Mas

1 'Twas the night before Christmas, and the sound level had dipped.
2 The entire household was as silent as a crypt.
3 The doors were shut tight, for only one reason.
4 My children wanted no monsters this holiday season.
5 But by mamma and I, the children were ignored,
6 For, of their wild stories, we both soon grew bored.
7 When all of the sudden, at my own front door,
8 Came the sound of a scratching, a scratching for sure.
9 I jumped out of bed, and picked up my shotgun.
10 It had never been used, but would get the job done.
11 I saw them at once, for the door was of glass,
12 But for the demons that were there, I wiNight-of da Dead-Before X-Mas8 years ago in Poetry

A Guardian's GiftTiny flakes fell through the air
Earth and sky in white harmony
Sleeping dead protected by
Guardian angels, so silently

A gargoyle walks amongst the stones
The seraphs are his brothers
Gently wiping off the snow
To show their granite feathers

The only thing that he could do,
It was his Christmas gift to them
To mend their broken wings and souls;
To make them beautiful again

His heart was failing him once more,
This place now always made him weep
And yet he stayed to tend to it
While teardrops froze on marble cheeksA Guardian's Gift8 years ago in Poetry

Dear December...

Dear December
I think I missed your birthday
and party and season
Hoping all's forgiven
as I remember
all the cards unwritten and
pictures untaken
in a photo album I never made

Dear December
I wrapped your present
and tightly live inside it
it can never be opened
it can never be spoken
a paradox box
a paradise lost

On my Christmas list
Is to casually wish
the laws of causality fail
and each undone can be done
everything left unanswered, answered
each moment present forever
All possibilities always potential and fulfilled
-maybe next yearDear December...8 years ago in Poetry

Christmas Random RhymeHere's a little random gift
Straight from me to you.
It doesn't have a reason
But its something kind to do.

Please receive this gift
With lots of grace and joy
And give away that feeling
For others to enjoy.

And in this way
This season's year
Spread some joy
and can spread some cheer.

Please give a gift
Most randomly
To someone you don't know.
And you will find
That being kind
Can bring more joy than snow!

Merry Christmas!Christmas Random Rhyme8 years ago in Poetry

Doppelganger ChristmasAs the leaves shade to brown,
The first white snow falls on down,
Smiles grace every face,
The Holidays are once again in place.

Thanksgiving Turkey making us full,
Football earns ratings like the Super Bowl,
Leftovers to last us the rest of the year,
Everyone grinning from ear to ear.

All is snow white, trees are bare,
Christmas cheer comes full of care,
Families come to gather near,
Bringing presents to those so dear.

Christmas day arrives on time,
The day makes everyone so sublime,
Presents opened everywhere,
Wrapping paper up to your hair.

Christmas now has come and gone,
Our party hats will soon be donned,
Singing to neDoppelganger Christmas8 years ago in Poetry

Haiku For The SeasonChilly North wind blows,
darkness envelops the day,
and grey clouds gather.

Dampness in the air,
people wrapped in winter clothes,
hurry to get home.

Glowing log fires,
warming cold fingers and toes,
smoke curling up high

Snow falls from above,
covering all that we see,
trees bending in pain.

December snowflakes,
sit watching winter unfold,
the blanket is down.

Kids shriek in delight,
throwing snowballs in the air,
and snowmen appear.

Coloured fairy lights,
glisten from windows at night,
Christmas must be near.

Cold carol singers,
cheer up our long dark evenings,
as we dream in hope.

Bleary eyed children,
awake on ChrHaiku For The Season8 years ago in Poetry

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