We await the man in red
The man wearing the curly beard
He brings gifts to cheer and his
time keeping is rather weird.
It is a wonder he is not sick
sliding down chimneys one after the other
It is a good job he has a red uniform
otherwise it would blow his cover.
But why does he not get soot on his beard
it is always gleaming snowy white
surely it must scrape the filth from chimneys
sliding down them on that special night?
His trousers are spotless too
They must be made from extra tough stuff
Surely they must tear on ragged old bricks
They must have old nails that's sharp and rough.
and it is a wonder he is not drunk
knocking back glasses and glasses of sherry
it is a wonder he can see where he's going
but alas it must make his day oh so merry.
There are thousands that wouldn't mind that job
looking after Rudolph and team, making sure they're fed
Stacking the sleigh, eating mince pies, it's a tough time
it is hard being that white bearded man in red.

The night feels so cold and lonely
As darkness closes in
You've held my heart all these many years
Now please just hold my hand

To feel the gentleness in your touch
To see the love that's in your eyes
Gives me the comfort that I need
In my journey to the other side

Let the children know I love them
And that I'll miss them more than life
Tell them to take good care of their mother
And that we'll meet again in time

As I close my weary eyes
To rest from all they've seen
Memory recalls the journey taken
And the wondrous life it's been

With your sweet lips upon my forehead
Deep down inside I smile
For that was all the push I needed
To start this, my final ride

May god bless all the victims of the Earthquake...

May all be safe, and those who have been injured get well soon, and may they get even better after recovering from this shock...


Bless those Afghanistanis, Those Pakistanis and Those Indians who have lost their lives or livelihood or loved ones in the quake...


Love you all... Bless you

I tried to write
With some “PANACHE”
But it turned out
To be just trash

Then I wrote
With “SAVOIR FAIRE”
But there was just
Nothing there

And so I tried  
With some “PIZZAZZ”
But, I’ve had better
Come out my ***

So now I write
With “AVANT GARDE”
Because writing well
Is just too hard

Thus, I let you poets
Write the stuff
That we all
Would be proud of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 256

I am humbled by the poetic ability and diversity of this community.
                                   I applaud you all.

Something I would tell you son
that's only known to me
a burden it is knowing alone
it's time I share with thee.

Shocking was what he revealed to me
tragic too was the tale
of a woman's loss of dignity
her passing thru fire of hell.

Her I have held in high esteem
her sanctity locked in trust
never knew she was a sad victim
of a man's monstrous lust.

My father felt it would only be fair
it needed him just to be brave
with son the secret he must share
not carry alone to the grave.

I hold it now that grave secret
father left his job was done
burdened with a heavy weight
that I can't share with son.

The woman she is still alive
knocking on ninety's door
her skin a shade of dried beehive
she remembers not anymore.