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Star BG Feb 2019
Ding  ****
I went to a word party
hosted by fellow poet Kristy.

She was dressed
to the T with grand words
that shined out divinely.

it was the highlight of my month.
And I arrived in perfect timing,
to share commemorative hug
while feasting on words
that tickle our creative pallets.

Ding ****
I was so glad to see her,
as I held glass high to toast
with passionate punch
to celebrate our fine writer gifts.

Kristy's hors d’oeuvres were delicious
with their vivid images.
The ambience that of
grand hallways framed
with luminous alliterations. 
          
The night was grand
with endless poet phases baked inside dessert.
I got drunk on her word punch.
but gratefully, I didn't have to drive home.

Thanks Kristy you are the hostess with the mostess.
So much I owe to Crazy Diamond Kristy and Hirondelle
Both talented and inspiring. Thanks

In my mind I traveled to a party.
It was grand.
Kaila George Dec 2014
Its Christmas time .... full of cheer... sharing
but this Christmas seems so void of cheer
as I walk the family house from one end to other
alone...remembering Christmas past

Home was were everyone gathered because my parents were alive
it changed after that...it became a tradition to be at others house
So every Christmas ever since I've woken up to a empty house
once or twice perhaps... I was lucky to share with others
that came home for that one particular year

I remember when mum and dad was alive
every year we would be preparing for Christmas day
me and mum in the kitchen preparing food dad
sharing his story's with his beers
then by 12 mid day everyone would be home
and the Christmas tree by then was full of presents

I was the hostess with the mostess....smiles
everyone kept me busy....I thrived on the cheer
seeing people smile with joy as they opened presents
it brought tears to my parents eyes to see so much love
what wonderful times....sigh

I still have half a day with my family
but its no longer the same
as I sit here alone on Christmas morn
looking at the house that once use to be so alive

I then look at all my friends whom I share my Joys and woe's
and I'm grateful to be able to share my heart my soul my world
to all whom I respect, and love with all that I am

Merry Christmas one and all have a beautiful Christmas Day
Susie Sep 23
She never forgets your birthday, always buys you a thoughtful present
She's the hostess with the mostess
every time you go to visit
She's reeling you in, mascarading as a friend
She's gathering ammunition, it's a means to an end
Her venomous remarks seep like poison through your veins
When her words cut you deep, she's tallying up her gains
But your soul feels unsettled, your gut instinct never lies
For this person that you trusted, is a foe in disguise

— The End —