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stood steady in wonder
watched the dark bleed
across the sky

watch birds scatter
painting it white

found

the former looked cream after thirty years in air

and wondered a while if it was actually cream initially

&

not white?
at tea.

traces remain hidden for the most part
only to come out on particular
occasions
without  warning

she said it without  warning
& i was horrified
it’s christmas time and we’re ready to PARTY

ready to party ready to party

it’s christmas time

and we’re ready to party every day and night

we celebrate by in inviting by inviting  by inviting

we celebrate by inviting the whole family round for lunch

for our meal we have roast pork and crackling pork and crackling

pork and crackling

for our meal we have roast pork and crackling all with apple sauce

beer beer beer beer beer beer

wine beer wine beer and wine beer

beer beer beer beer beer beer

beer and wine to get smashed

the secret of this day is love one another love one another

love one another

the secret of this day is to love one another

and stick by your family

and all this makes christmas great christmas great christmas great

all this makes christmas great yeah

have a merry christmas and a happy new year
 Nov 2020 Gant Haverstick
Kristen
I watched the sunrise yesterday
It happened completely by chance
I walked down the stairs to get food
And gave the front windows a glance

And the sky that day was so pretty
All colorful, pink, orange, and blue
It made me reach out to my grandma
So that she could go see it too

I used to search for the grand
Memories, an adventure to last
Something that I'll recall quickly
When I try to remember the past

But lately my worldview has switched
And it's not a terrible thing
Big moments are great, but I think the small
Is what makes life worth living

I'm thankful for moments between memories
The ones that will often surprise
I'm thankful for life, and to live it
For love, and a pretty pink sky
 Nov 2020 Gant Haverstick
MicMag
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
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