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Mitch Prax Dec 2019
The memory
of you leaves me
yearning,
dreaming,
for your warmth
in this December cold.
Nick Strong Dec 2019
Talk to me, talk to me of Old St. Nick
Talk to me of Sinterclaus
Of Mikulas, Pere Noel, or Babbo Natale

Talk to me of candles, christingle and a silent night
Talk to me of crackers, carols and calamities
Talk to me of snow, sleighs, and stars
Talk to me of Christmas cards, wrapping paper
Talk to me of gold, old spice and mice
Talk to me of icing, icicles
igloos, ivy
Holly
Oh sweet Hollie
Tots of Drambuie
Marmalade and toast

Talk to me of Philip Scholfield
Carols From Kings
Mary Poppins
Scrooge
Festive films
Radio Times
And things that are too pretty
Lights, nights
Hark, Dark
barking dogs
tinsel
Tinsel Town
Wolves at the door
Salvation Army playing once more

Talk to me
Talk to me
Cream Crackers, cheese
Frosty mornings, old knees

Talk to me of snow covered alpine forests
Gateaux
Cherries
walnuts and berries
Festive fun,
A seasonal run
Of All Gold telly
With a full belly
Farts, sprouts
Turkey that tastes just like chicken
Oh talk to me of
Terry Wogan
Rosh Jogan
Grogan Josh
Last minute deals
Black Friday
White Friday
And all the Cyber Mondays

Talk to me of
Happy Mondays
Dancing Bez
In a Festive Fez

Talk to me
Talk to me
Of Festive time
Late nights
Early mornings
Beer
Cheer
All in entertainment

Oh talk, TALK to me
Of hangovers,
sleep overs
gloves
mittens
and cute kittens

Oh talk to me of
fake Chanel
Faux Fur and underwear
Celvin Klein

Talk to me , Talk to me of
Jonah Lewie
Bony M
The Pogues
and all those rogues
Fairy tale of New York
Stop the Cavalry
Mary's Boy Child
And the
Spaceman who came riding by

Oh talk, Talk , Talk to me
of places, and spaces We all know
Christmas markets
Tesco, Aldi and John Lewis Adverts showing
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Chris
Oh talk to me
Oh talk to me of old St. Nick

Talk to me
Talk to me
Eggnog
Talk to me
Talk to me
Bah humbug
Talk to me
Talk to me
Happy Christmas
Read aloud at speed. Enjoy!
Brendan Roher Dec 2019
it was a terrifying thing-
waking up in the middle
the facade of night still
shrouding my head from full
comprehension.
my body like a damp linen;
drugged, torn, held up to my face-
musty, the pangs and echos of
horrifyingly false dreams rush
all throughout my bloodstream;
straight to my face, big and bulky
i think i might explode soon-
yet before an intelligent thought, quickly
quickly! it's a memory of a person
supposedly next to me!
turning my face on its electronic pedestal
i meet the bedroom doorframe,
i meet both sides of my bed
in frantic panic, yet
it seems to me, so suddenly
in my single-sized bed-
my heart has yet again
fooled my pretentious little head
Max Neumann Dec 2019
December 16th, 2019  


Hereby it is stated that December 16th
Shall be proclaimed as a national holiday.

From now on this holiday shall be called

POET'S DAY

1.) On Poet's Day, poets do not have to work and receive a publicly funded donation.

2.) On Poets Day, readers don't have to work and receive a publicly funded donation.

3.) On Poets Day, poets and readers are encouraged to meet in public to share thoughts and love.
POET'S DAY. A HOLY-DAY. LET'S WORK ON IT TOGETHER.
Mykarocknrollin Dec 2019
just like that
we are in the same boat again
we are escaping
we are each other's fantasy
we are both in pain
trying to hide it each day
i can feel
you can feel
the immensity
of any situation
we are for each other
for today maybe
i am not sure for tomorrow
or for the coming days
i don't want to see tears
i don't want to see blood
but more so
i don't want to tear anything
my heart desires
hope you can do the same
love
Penny Dec 2019
December is my favourite shade of lipstick
When I'm wrapped up
And my rosy smile is all you can see
Or shimmering
Like my skin
In my sequin dress
Christina O Dec 2019
Please don’t let me forget you on December 25th.
When the presents are all open,
and the magic starts to fade.
When the coffee turns cold,
and the Christmas music unplugs for another year.
Don’t let me be reminded you’re not here.
Because I still miss you,
even when it’s not December 25th
This year it will be the second Christmas without my dad. I miss him everyday.
Alaska Dec 2019
it’s a diamond December day
and you’re still on my mind
a continuation to my most popular poem.
I feel
great and
a smithery
of late
belie my
accolades and
short those
lures I
treasure here
with you
and still
await the
hone that
makes the
days work
out new
with interpose
Mitch Prax Dec 2019
the cold of winter
can ruin a lonely heart-
brace for the cold, love

8:34 PM
7/12/19
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