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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would s... Read More
------------------------------ ----MERRY CHIRSTMAS TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURE... Read More
NEW CHRISTMAS POEM......Just wanted to share TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES... Read More
Try to read this with rhythm (meter). It ain't Haiku, but hu kares? ******** * ... Read More
Early in the evening, straight through the black of night Slow churned hours of Halloween, gripped my soul in fright Nibbling on white knuckles, rolled up into a fist Waiting for the risen ones, appearing in the mist Dragging their dead feet across the dew drops on my lawn I know I'll find no peace of mind until November's morn Tapping on my windows, beating thunder on my door Searching in the moon glow entrance at the basement floor "Hey it's Halloween! Why don't yo... Read More
EMS, Accident Victim, “I'm Here For You!” Thoughts Race Threw My Head, as I Fight To Save Her Life.... Who are you?... And from where have you come?... What things have you accomplished, great or small?... What ages are your children?... Is that your Husband, lifeless in the car?.. Whose lives have you touched?... Will they miss you when you're gone?... The suffering is almost over... You... Read More
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face Kind, intelligent, loving and hot. This describes everything you're not I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes Damn, I'm good at telling lies!... Read More
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