The Gift’s In Giving

Come and open,

Reveal your heart,

All its brightness,

All that’s dark.

For only when 

All’s in the light,

Can seeds of peace

In soil be sown

To grow, to flourish 

And delight.

Nightly Flights

In dreams slaves

Are free, unchained.

Gone the shackles, 

Manacles and restraints.

In fantasy they’ve 

The keys and means

To fetter their “betters,”

To ply plaited lashes upon 

Their ex-masters, now in

Collars and stocks,

Held in place by iron 

Locks to weighty

Chocks.

Until up sails the 

Sun, trading dreams 

For dust, freewill 

For must, 

All hope lost

In ropes and knots.

The Spelling

Witchy widdershins she

Wove my weird, 

Wildly dancing, arms 

A-waving, deeper 

Into the trance

She dove, chanting 

Cantrips of fell

Import, aimed at 

I all unsuspecting 

That once she’d done 

Undone I’d be 

With all my 

Weal unspun.

Super Shopper Salvation!

We could reduce the number of Christian holy holidays by one if, at Christmas, we crucified the baby Jesus on December 24th and then resurrected Him on Boxing Day. The 24th & the 26th could both be commercial extravaganzas!!

Legacy

Hate is a heavy 

Weight to carry. 

The years may pass

But the mass won’t

Dissipate. 

You may forgive but 

It’s too late, for 

Once the bridge has 

Fallen, you’re left 

Calling in the night, 

Alone and eaten up 

By hate’s hot

Lingering blight.…

Ferment

Once there was

A jester named Lester

Who, when a

Woman was spotted, 

Said, “I shall best her!”

Yet so drunk was he 

He could but suggest,

And while down on his knees,

Able only to plead,

He failed to do more 

Than just pester.

Travail

Whip me on

Whip me on 

Whip me on, oh whining wind

Say farewell to kith and kin

Here comes that old 

Hell again, whip me on 

‘Til this day ends

Got no comfort 

Got no friends 

Whip me on to the 

Bitter end 

21st C. Christmas

Crawl across a 

Minefield 

Map in your head

No friends or 

Relations who

Don’t wish you dead