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Another Christmas done and dusted
time to put all things away
Is it worth the time and effort
To celebrate for just a day?

The Christmas ponies back to normal
No more unicorns to be found
No one there to see them changing
It all took place without a sound

The Christmas Grotto and the Santa
Gone and packed up at the mall
Neither one will see the daylight
Until some time come late next fall

The Christmas spirit, does it linger?
Or is it boxed away as well?
Is it something that's within us?
Or something that the shops just sell?

Boxes packed and stuffed away
Piled high beneath the stairs
Is it just the decorations?
Or is it full of hopes and cares?

Another Christmas done and dusted
Next year, there's another one
Is the Christmas Spirit still within you
Or is it packed in the box marked "1"?
he told too many lies
that man of mine
he lied and lied
all the time

he said he loved me
and that he'd be true
but he was out last night
fraternizing with Sue

he told too many lies
that man of mine
he lied and lied
all the time

he thought he wouldn't get caught
out with his latest escort
but he didn't figure
that I'd have him tailed

he told too many lies
that man of mine
he lied and lied
all the time

they were making
a secret meeting
he was kissing  her
with a passionate greeting

he told too many lies
that man of mine
he lied and lied
all the time

I gave him the mail
I told him to vacate
I wasn't going to tolerate
a sundering mate

he told too many lies
that man of mine
he lied and lied
all the time
she took her own life by way of a rope
on a shearing shed rafter she hung
with life's stresses she couldn't cope

there was no oxygen in her lungs
this is what her daughter Emma found
on a shearing shed rafter she hung

much sadness and shock was around
her depressive condition she did hide
this is what her daughter Emma found

Jean decided to take a suicide ride
ever so devastated were her kith and kin
her depressive condition she did hide

the air of life is a vapor so very thin
one should be thinking of existing
ever so devastated were her kith and kin

on a death ticket Jean did her traveling
one should be thinking of existing
she took her own life by way of a rope
with life's stresses she couldn't cope
This poem is based on a true story.
the politicians down under
have just given themselves a wage increase
and the taxpayer would be far happier
if this kind of thing did cease

our members of parliament
are fattening up their pay packets
we the taxpayers are onto their
most unwarranted rackets

they tell us we must show restraint
in all of our pay rise requests
as the nation's finances cannot be held down
by these outlandish behests

yet they so love having the extra quids
put into their pay pots
while us taxpayers never get a single dollar
placed into our meager plots

the politicians are great at lining
their pockets with our hard earned cash
they have no conscience
when it comes to raiding the taxpayer's stash

next year those greedy politicians
will be crying poor mouth again  
and us put upon taxpayer's
shall be feeling their wage rise pain
I'm in the driver’s seat of my life.
At times I feel distracted by the traffic around me.
If I concentrate too much on what's distracting me,
I could lose focus,
and turn the steering wheel too much towards the left,
or to the right,
or turn off the path temporarily.
At times I feel afraid of situations,
I encounter along the way,
but I've got to be strong,
and have faith that things will work out okay.
I need to look at the scenery,
to see what is beautiful along the way.
It's okay to ask for directions,
if I need some help arriving at my destination.
 Dec 2013 Scot Powers
Keva Minus
I cover myself in the sky, and fluff the clouds to rest.
The sun kissed me this morning with its golden ray.
I pealed my eyes open to vista a beautiful mess.
It's raining bewitching butterflies today.

I smile at the willow reaching down to hug me.
The lilies wave at me in excitement.
I take a dive into the shimmering sea.
I feel the breeze caress, and whisper, but its silent.

I ate the sweetest berries, juice draining from my lips.
I rode a unicorn, her name is blue magic.
I danced on mountains, I did cartwheels and back flips.
I hanged from star to star in the great galactic.

I am Queen of the universe, the planets gather round.
I think its a rainbow, The sky's colorful spew.
I awake in the arms of a love that's profound.
I never have bad dreams when I'm with you.

I never,
Never ever!
I never have bad dreams when I'm with you.
By: Keva Minus ©
It's the day before Christmas
And I'm not prepared
I've got lots of stuff here
There was no expense spared

The baking is finished
The drinks are on ice
The tree looks delightful
I've put it up twice

The first time it went up
The cat climbed inside
It went for a tumble
Now, the cat is outside

The presents aren't wrapped up
The stockings aren't hung
I can't find the scissors
I just bit my tongue

The stress is increasing
With one day to go
At least it is cold so
We're gonna have snow

I've forgotten the crackers
I can't find the plates
I've the wrong kind of cheese
So, I can't stuff the dates

There'll be 14 for dinner
A houseful to feed
But, I am not ready
Not ready, indeed

I must leave you reader
As this is my last word
I just looked in the kitchen
And I've forgotten the bird!!!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Best Wishes from our house to yours.
It was a night like this
That the world changed forever
Some say for the worse
Some say for the better
A child arrived
The King of Kings
The world would be different
So the Angel sings

Unto you a child is born
The Son of God by name
Some were happy he was here
Others not so that he came
Wars are fought in the belief
That their Lord is the one
But, truly isn't each sides Lord
Our God's only son

He never travelled far from home
His message and his word
Were spread throughout the many lands
His silence not deterred
He spoke the word of God himself
He performed miracles for some
He'd do so in His Holy name
And his end would swiftly come

He never made age  thirty four
Thirty Three  up on the cross
He gave his life for his beliefs
Would you do so....at that cost?
His birthday, do we celebrate
Each year, at least we try
School plays portray the Saviours birth
Then retailers tell us buy

The season is not retail based
It is the Celebration of The One
The importance of the season's lost
When the Christmas plays are done
This year, please take a moment
Think about what Christmas means
Think about The Son of God
Before you try on those new jeans....
 Dec 2013 Scot Powers
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she wanted to be a blade
of grass amid the fields
but he wouldn't agree
to be a dandelion

she wanted to be a robin singing
through the leaves
but he refused to be
her tree

she spun herself into a web
and    looking for a place to rest
turned to him
but he stood straight
declining to be her corner

she tried to be a book
but he wouldn't read

she turned herself into a bulb
but he wouldn't let her grow

she decided to become
a woman
and though he still refused
to be a man
she decided it was all
right


by Nikki Giovanni






S T  ..... two's-day :) 17 dec 2013
a tad windy on this day.. it tries to rip me thoughts away.. lol



sub-entry: slight-breeze

raking the corners of probable guess-work
the slight-breeze plays up and renders all bowing
dust in eyes, is it?

if pain be the currency of pleasure, welcome to the ever-teasing elements
of all the gems decked out from the universe's treasure-chest
you will always be..
the finest theft
I almost ever got right

bright and bold
the moon spins round
and dances on in good hope
into the arms of flail'd-amnesty
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