Last Commented Prose Poems (416)

And the snow is falling...

Beneath the pine fronds of green
The solstice circle lay still and serene
The Yule log of oak
Alive with fire and smoke
Cut at dawn on this midwinter eve
With libation of bread and of mead.
Its fragments kept ‘til twelfth night
Were scattered about at first light
In the ancient forest of trees
Ashes offered in the chill breeze.
I was ready to pack
A long winter’s nap
As the clock struck twelve on the wall
I heard the knock on the front door fall
Upon opening the door
I froze in disbelief for
In a suite of red there stood a stout man
With rosy cheeks, white beard to land
On me; twinkling eyes and a melting smile
“We need to talk, can I come in awhile?
The holiday spirit is the reason
For this and every season”
And before I could ask why
How in the world did he fly?
I was covered in gold glitter
Changing its color to silver.
It smelled of pine and chestnuts
Like a crisp wind and grandma’s hugs
Fuzzy new mittens and mistle toe
Smiling faces from years ago

Twinkle lights softly aglow

I realize that Santa Clause
With peppermint and rum balls
Had brought back to life
In my heart this night
The essence of giving
To me memories of living
In the magickal world of love
Kissed with frosty shapes of
Sugar and gingerbread
Softly he then said
“Don’t forget the cookies and cocoa”
With large snowflakes dancing to and fro
Sleigh and reindeer put on quite a show
Pawing at the moon kissed new fallen snow
His message to bestow as up went the sleigh
“Blessed be, Merry Yule and Happy Holidays!”

Mondays rose I left on
your doorstep hoping to
make you smile
The white rose of Tuesday
I pinned to your blouse for
purity in times of trial
Wednesdays black rose tokened
warning for ominous skys so
bleak
Thursdays yellow peddles were
for the love we dearly seek
Fridays blue rose is your
phoenix rising again
Saturdays pink rose is for
love we need to mend
And Sundays rose of eclectic
colours merge all the roses
by fire..
Yes, it's Sundays rose refining
the heart..a rose that can soar
no higher~

Join me and we'll rake over my frustrations for a while
Shatter my allusions
Batter my confusions
Leave me with contusions

Join me and we'll try to put the world to rights
Build more bridges
Get rid of old fridges
In time save more stitches

Join me and together we'll make love along the shore
Find tenderness in the act
Make true a tearful fact
Leave behind tact

Join me and we'll find a new and happy life for us
Build houses made of stone
A place to call our home
To never feel alone

Join me and we'll be together
Just for now and forever
What more could I want...

I looked at you once or twice
but you never met my gaze
I'm far too shy
to say 'hi'...

I saw you in Tesco last week
but came over feeling all weak
too meek...
and mild...

It just takes me time to kick in...
Is that really so much of a sin?
to begin...
...slowly?

I have a sense of humour you know?
It just takes a while to show.
and when it does...
...well

So I'm sorry we didn't kick it off
get past shy and I'm quite a laugh
But no, not today
walk away...

The sodden leaves lie rusting on the ground
Decay - a promise of new life in the spring
The last of the summer swallows headed south
The morning rhime heralding winter's fearful chill

New life dawns within the womb of you
Her dreams and hopes and life yet to fulfil
To draw a breath and bring the world to sight
Bring comfort on the long, cold, lonely nights

The storms of life and all that loving brings
Sweet pleasures like swallows on the wing
When headed off to seek the warmer climes
To change our lives and bring on better times

Time just makes me older
Never bolder,
Infrequently wiser...
Maybe a miser
with my love.

I refuse to think sensibly
it's me
a facet on a coarsely cut stone
so atone
but feel more at home? but how?

I can only be poetic
it's pathetic
I'm defeated.
My value's badly meted,
I'm defeated

I remember a sermon
about good intention paving
the priest raving
soul saving
money craving

I remember words that fell
from my fathers mouth
wasted on youth
obviously truth
all gone south

I remember my first love
a new way to see life
so I got me a wife
and tried to survive
but it was too much strife

So there are many memories
abiding in my head
friends long dead
children fed
relationships dry bled

Glancing back now I see
the mistakes I made
in the plans I laid
but now they fade
they never really stayed

It all just comes to a stop.
Smoke blown in to the moisture laden morning air...
Hanging there before my eyes...
It's message not lost to me, but perhaps ignored.
The sun never quite giving the feeling
of a day begun in earnest.
No stirring from brittle branches
moistened and heavy from the morning mist.

But still birdsong falls like rainbow rain
the small lives hidden from view but there.
A persistant primrose refusing to give ground to the season
- still fighting to flower – a droplet of colour in the grey
Are these a message to me?
Did I miss something when I cast my eye over the world?
Perhaps I didn't,
but did I really see?

So which is best?
Briefs or boxers?
It's the ultimate question really...

Briefs - lightweight, cool in summer...
never get a wedgie
and generally cheaper.

Boxers - close fit, not loose,
still plenty of support,
warmer, yet cooler?

I've given it 45 years...
well 35 really...
ten years of M&S Superman Y-Fronts preceded...

OK, so black lycra boxers
for now
but later maybe back to briefs.

Ahhh the eternal dilema.
why can't there just be...
one choice?

The love clock tells
no time
No hours have passed
Not even a chime
Between past and future
in the eternal now
Loves timeless face
will forever smile~