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Bah humbug !!
Centuries old fakery,
A Christian con job.
Celebration based on blind faith.
A kind of historical Chinese whispers.
An effort to make life tolerable.
Originally the pagan's welcome to the sun.
Highjacked to attract the faithful.
It's progression a mixture of religion
and the victorians.
Commercialised up to the hilt,
A huge marketing ploy
to part us from our money.
Where is the joy ?
Following a guiding star
so long ago and far away
three strangers traveled oh so far
( what did they do along the way?)
On their way to a small town
in a poor and arid land
sleeping nights on stony ground
or on good nights, soft shifting sand
When they finally saw the swaddled child
and gave the gifts that they had brought
as the infant faintly smiled
did they know how he'd change human thought ?
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.
CHRISTMAS MORNING
Train is slow,
Day is dawning-
Feeling low,
Can't stop yawning-
Four o'clock,
And I'm still up:
Christmas morning...
Dark ringed eyes,
Didn't sleep now-
Quick good-byes,
I could weep now-
God, it's cold!
And I'm told
It's Christmas morning...
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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.
On a dark night
With snowy clouds
Dancing round
My windowpane.
I sat all by myself.
I heard a sound
Just out front
That made me bolt
Right to my door
The sound I heard
Was crushing snow
Nevertheless, who could it be?
When it was cold
Out there
I slowly crept
And put one eye
On my peep hole
To my surprise
There was a vagabond
Just outside
I thought,
What if I opened
My door
Will fear scare
Us both
What the hell
It is Christmas Eve
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
Depressmas
I live alone since she left
Nothing replaces what I had
Always had a glint in her eye
Christmas is a time to be sad
I moved away to start again
But nothing helps me to forget
Upon her face always a smile
Christmas, a day full of regret
Without fail it comes every year
And I'm supposed to give good cheer
A lousy tree and pathetic lights
A dark winter full of freezing nights
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