Darlings All,

I am quite capable of writing
a Christmas inspired poem just for you.
For a change, I read lots of poems lately
all by the Bronte sisters: Charlotte,
Anne & Emily. I liked the one I have
copied below just for you.
Happy Christmas!

Love and Friendship

LOVE is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.

Emily Bronte

You are my best Christmas present.
Gift wrapped. Heaven sent.
Ribbon bound. Temptation led.
Gently I lay you flat upon the bed,.
holding back  the urge to tear
away those flimsy bonds to bare
naked seductions  waiting there.

A long slow peeling’s best:
a stripping back of the rest
layer on layer until unsealed
sensual delights are all revealed.
Now let’s set our souls on fire
make free in all that we desire,
indulging passion’s every sin.

TOBIAS

Some nights, want of sleep
weighs heavy on my eyelids.
My mind refuses to submit
to long desired slumber.
I review my past mistakes
in a haunting nocturnal
ceaseless replay.                                            
Some nights, until the
darkness breaks to dawn,
I stare upon the shadowed
shrine of personal angst.
The hours vanish along
with my sane thoughts:
the neural connections
slip and slide awry.                                                      
At last, while rearranging
the wiring of my mind,
a switch is thrown
releasing me from
anxiety’s depths,  
permitting sleep to clear
my weary conscience.

TOBIAS

Your love is Spring’s first breath
fragrant on gentle healing hands,
gifting me energy: the will to live.
Your kisses upon my lips are feathery
as leaves drifting in late Autumn.
Your love enfolds my heart
like dew in crystal cascades.
Winter reflects in your eyes,
snowflakes melt on your face.
Your skin is warm
like the Summer sun,
and when you touch me,
new ardours flare.
The moon pulls us together
thrusting away tensions,
moving energy as waves
of emotion through our veins.
You are the breath of Spring.
The kisses of Autumn.

TOBIAS

While walking in the jungle
I saw a monkey peeling
a banana and holding
a tin opener. I guess
not needed for
the banana. So
it must have
been for the
custard.

TOBIAS

TB or not TB!
Is it in the badgers?
That is the question.
Whether 'tis noticed
elsewhere - slurry perchance.
As they shuffle off the coils
of barbed wire or dodge  the
slings and arrows of culler’s  slaughter
for outrageous fortune,
who for them will take up arms
with a see  of dissidents
and by opposing
end the heart-ache, the
thousand natural shocks
their setts are heir to?
'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd.

William  Spearshake

But It’s an Emergency!

Call Centre Operator:
“Sorry. We cannot deal
with personal callers.
Nor can we reveal the
address of this centre.
We just happen to be
above a fast food shop.”
              -------
Due to overwhelming
volume of calls..
Police will attend in
about five hour’s time.
Fire fighters about the same.
Ambulance when it arrives.”
               ------
Customer: “I need a pizza.”
Call Centre Operator:
“That’ll be five minutes.”


Tobias