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mistletoe tongue on my breath
the scent of evergreen on my wrist
the sparkle of lights glimmering
in my memory
the smiles of young ones
opening gifts
my pride brimming
to see them happily
frolic in the white new snow
with their new sled
my eyes filled
with christmases past
I have nothing left to do
on christmases anymore
but reminisce.
 Dec 2016 Allen Robinson
Kash
Your eyes are a hazel terrain
A land foreign like mars
With valleys and peaks
Of yellows, browns and greens
And hints of frozen oceans

Your eyes are the geography
Of somewhere hidden and forgotten
A place I am supposed to navigate
But love, I'm so bad with directions

So give me more time
I plead
You know I have a handicap
And I will keep on trying
To orient the map
.
She sits for most of the time,
in a metal chair with wheels.
Counting out the value of life
with an injury that never heals.

She waits for most of the time,
to confirm that she is really there.
But how many people notice her
sat down in her wheel-chair.

She's invisible for most of the time,
she is there but nobody spies.
So she spreads her tiny wings
and floats unnoticed to the skies.

She cried for most of the time,
always alone and lonely in a crowd.
Now flying free her spirit rises,
there's no discrimination in the clouds.


© Pagan Paul (25/12/16)
~

the mercury is falling brisk,
large flakes of snow are drifting fast,
her blanket heavy on the limb,
as ice paints frosting on the glass.
winter’s tapestry is forming,
street lamp’s light reflecting;
strands of pearl stretch out, adorning,
as fir transformed by snow,
become a white angelic host.
a fire burns brightly in the square,
hands and cheeks find warming here;
sound of bells festoons the evening,
children dance along in time;
’round a village Christmas tree,
bedecked with lights, the smell of pine,
a whistle heralding the train’s arrival,
a burst of steam floats on the breeze;
her clacking wheels grind to a halt,
and like treasure’s journey from afar,
one by one, her most precious cargo
laden down with parcels, disembark.
excited voice, in joyous welcome,
warmest hugs, wet kiss on cheek;
familiar sound of families greeting,
newborn babe grandparent meets.
here my heart on Christmas Eve,
to us though distant memory;
for snow globe wishes,
and angelic kisses,
each as magical as these,
a hopeful prayer, a song for peace,
on earth for all who still can sing
who long... who dream,
of Christmas yesteryear;
though even if a different scene,
it's ember’s spark...
it's wistful call...
this is Christmas present,
its gift love-scribed,
on ev'ry tender heart!

~

*post script.

as Christmas arrives for you and
your family, may you be present,
reflecting, not on what is missing,
but on the joys of all that is not!

Merry Christmas to each of you.
who still dream!
When I wake each and every day
It's you on my mind in so many ways
Right from the day we met
Our eyes were locked and paths were set
Without hesitation I offer myself to you
This is only because you are so true

We are together
Together forever
Our love is unmatched
By any other

We knew it would not be in perfect fashion
But all that is done is for love and passion
Our paths met for perfect reason
We will love one another through every season
Why didn't we meet before now?
Because our paths were designed somehow
Our past determines who we are today
Our love grows from this in every way

We are together
Together forever
Our love is unmatched
By any other

From parenting young kids playing in the park
To being old sitting on our porch in the dark
Sharing lives forever
We will always be together
Being best friends has brought many smiles
Having your back through the miles
We are where we are supposed to be
There is a reason for you and me

We are together
Together forever
Our love is unmatched
By any other
This was once reality.  Things have taken such a drastic turn.  Anyway it was only me who thought this were true I was living such a dream I think.  You live with someone and think they feel the same as the days pass.  Then reality hits you.   Do we EVER feel the same about each other at the same time? Through the years you begin to realize this is just a fallacy. Love is never really meant to be unless it is for our children.  Even when your heart says it is real it seems to be the deep feelings you have at the time that makes you think it is real.  It sure plays tricks on your mind. Wishing everybody a special Christmas with loved ones.
sans regret full of hope
then sleep reigns peaceful and deep
I close eyes thinking of
those things we as a human
might dream of
be it real
be it sane
be it but
a dream.
For without
our imagination our
seeing things
that are not
and positing our faith
above our reasoning
life would dully be
a hell on here ,
I get not all of our dreams
come true, so far
very few, but,
I take the optimists  
view,
that without
dreaming
life would be useless,
so I close my eyes
with a fair thought of someone
I hope to know,
and one of the lady
that glows always
when my eyes are closed ,
my lady dream imaginative beautiful
like sunsets and
the best stars glow.
 Dec 2016 Allen Robinson
ryn
The sun awaits
just beyond the horizon.
Time gets scarcer
as it bathes us
in its glow.
And our bodies can only
afford to
crumble to dust.

All that we know,
what we knew,
will only be cast...
Imprisoned.
Within the tight confines
of expiring memory.

We must pave a way
to a secret place.
A route to safety...
One that we could share.
Somewhere only we know.

I'll go to this place
where no one can.
I'll wait and anticipate
your arrival at this place...
A place only we know.
Inspired by Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know"
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