What of Size He Speaks of?

If you go to the Ottawa zoo
There they have a frame
Size does matter
To sheep
Well
They have shown some

In human beings
Genes play an important role
Size is a gift inherited
Two siblings born
A decade apart
Can’t have the same endowment
But the world's average
Is 6 inches

And
Minimum size
Needed to serve
The intended purpose
Is just 3.5inches?
Ask any doc

The night is quiet, snow covers the land
Christmas eve is here, right where I stand
The children are all nestled in their warm cozy beds
Visions of presents play in their heads

I sit drinking coffee, laced with white rum
Looking at toys that make me feel dumb
There are dollys pretty and robots that talk
Even dogs that when prompted, on leashes they walk

The dream of Shangri-la
Seems insane to me
I could not live in a place
That was void
Of war and hate.

I need the day to day
Rat race
So I can battle back,
feeling the pull and tug
Of my own fate.

To sit there,
just contemplate
With people who mentally
Are in the same place
Without life’s full plate.

Is it possible
To be polite everyday
sing and dance
have no cares
Knowing that there’s
Pain out there.

He dodges labels, left and right
avoiding  conformity, 
with every fibre. 

He rails against authority,
sticks two fingers up at society,
he has autonomy.

 A member of humanity,
longing to lose his membership.
He craves freedom from the insanity.

A member of humanity,
but not just another statistic
He craves his right for anonymity

You won't pin him down 
he is elusive.
He is an anarchist.

A solitary soul,
a misfit by design.
He is anti conventional strife.    

I'll be back to see you
I'll be back if I can
I"ll be back to see you
You know that's how I am

I'll want to let you know...
There is nothing to fear
And... I love you so
I will always be near

I haven't gone away from you
Look around, remember and see
See it now... I'm here with you
The world was a wonder to me

I wanted to see the best in man
I was cynical... I ever would
I laughed, I cried at stupid things
No one let me love... like you could

the nights were now filled by wonderful carols
and in homes and backyards,hanging were lanterns..
people searching for gifts in evening stalls..
evenings driven by the singing choirs...

theaters staging reenactment plays,
children playing on snow-filled grass..
people counting twenty-five days...
and the breeze getting colder - It's Christmas!!!

As sweet honeycomb
Pleasant words heal the spirit
Refreshing the soul.

An old proverb re-vamped.

STARLIGHT

For you, my love, this Christmas time,
I only have this simple rhyme.
Though you, my love, deserve much more,
(You are the one that I adore)

If all the skies were empty; black,
No moon or stars to light your track,
Then I could set some sparkling stars
To light your way where 'ere you are.

And following your paths you'd see...
That every one leads back to me.

you maybe politely correct
to say happy holiday
but if you can't detect
the error of your way

you may feel a back lash
because leaving out the reason
and my beliefs, you bash
trying to take over the season

you try to rename it
and to redefine
but I'll reclaim it
that which is mine

this is my time of the year
you have your own
if you think I want to hear
greetings with Christ gone

"FRIENDHSHIP'S HAPPY BONDAGE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor. 27th November 2010.