Working Draft of Our Holiday Crambo...
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1. The uncles are red-faced and merry, as Grandma is sipping the sherry
2. The hour's but quarter to seven, and biscuits are starting to leaven
3. In the tree hangs a cat, quite canny, with tinsel streams from his fanny!
4. Held in my room I resist, for around my family I musn't exist
5. Little John tugs the tree to get kitty, sending tinsel en l'air ('tis quite pretty)
6. And the Christmas tree falls to the ground, sending little sparks all around
7. Old aunt Mary with her bad knee, one step, two, she trips over the tree
8. And sweet cousin Mini kissed big burly Moe, there they stand under the mistletoe...
9. Hark, jolly big 'Ma sings merrily, for fallen Aunt & tree isn't sad tragedy!
10. But there was a box squashed by the tree: a delicate present unfortunately...
11. The clay owl statue lost its beak; alas, it was an antique.
12. Pa walks past the tree and grabs a box from the coffee table which holds the rare, precious, unbreakable, identical, triplet-owl-statue from the nearby antique store.
13. But alas, as good ol'dad turns around, he falls over Aunt Mary tinsel tangled on the ground.
14. A gasp escaped from everyone there; on the floor with the owl, Pa's toupee very near!
15. Till Cousin Brun-Hilda shrieked, "a Rat!" while chucking her heirloom red cloche-hat
16. And though it was toupee not rat, she struck it quite hard with a bat, and while we looked on, encouraged by song, the owl was purloined by the cat.
17. Woof! Peewee the dog jumped off the sofa, sniffed and snatched the toupee belongs to ol' Pa
18. Oh No cried Dad and covered his head, the rest of his face had turned quite red.
19. Peewee the dog ran out in a flash, burying the toupee with the rest of his stash.
20. Falling snow on frosty lands, Reflected from the earth below
21. Arose the fullness of helping hands, bringing joy from where ever they go.
22. Through freezing ice and burning sand, hearts are bright and all algow.
23. Young singer's ring Jingle Bells gladly, while chanting out loudly...
24. Carolers arrive, such a joyous sound, hark what have we here, a man digging up the ground.
25. In a large hat, Dad mutters and digs, where has that f***ing dog put my wig?
26. This man needs help, the ground's frozen hard, come on carolers, let's dig up the yard!
27. The carolers scramble all over the snow, and then one yells "found it!" as she pulls from below...
28. The carolers clapped and cheered. Then, look! jolly big 'Ma brought them some Christmas treats
29. Peewee the dog came out of his hiding place behind the wall sheepishly as the carolers began to sing Deck the Halls gracefully
30. Without noticing the toupe looked worse for wear. Dad plopped it back on his head and presto he had hair.
31. The yard full of holes, hands like ice, come inside, said Dad, it's warm and nice.
32. The room filled up with much chat and good cheer, the tree stood askew, the floor had been cleared.
33. Ahh... well-now, we're ready then perchance, for music and a good-old square-dance?
34. Square dance sweaty, some romantic winks, food and gifts and loads of drinks.
35. Everyone danced well into the night, dad did some breakdancing and gave gran a fright.
36. After a headspin he was bald once again, but moved into a freeze with a big fat grin.
#HolidayCrambo
"Why, hello there sweetheart," the man says with a cheeky smile stepping out of the strange bule box that just appeared. "The name's the Doctor, and yours?"
Who the hell is this guy? "Uh, my name is Petra?"
A boisterous laughs leaves his mouth. "You don't seem so sure about that!"
God this guy is funny. "He, it's not every day that a random guy appears out of a strange blue box."
"Of course! I should of though of that," the Doctor speaks with a sparkle in his eye.
My eyes move up and down, and I examine his body. He's dressed in a tweed jacket, suspenders, and red bow tie and a ... fez? He tapps his feet on the ground, while poorly whistling a strange tune.
"Uh, Doctor?" I ask, snapping him into focus. "Why are you here?"
He grins even more, "I'm here to rescue you, of course!"
"Rescue me? Why?"
"Well darling, you just happened to be the first person I've come across that needs a little pick-me-up."
I am bewildered. "Me? Maybe."
"So, do you want to come along?"
I look at the blue box in the background. Maybe another day, but today, I need to be alone.
"Maybe another day kind sir. Maybe another day," I reply, looking into the distance.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." With that he steps back into the box, and it disappears. I start to walk away when I hear the same sound. Turning around, the box's door opens.
"Are you really sure? I can take you anywhere in time and space." He says quite convincingly. Maybe I do need to be with someone, and this man wants to be with me.
I start to walk, then run towards the box. "Honestly, I would love to," I reply with a small smile. He opens the door for me to come in.
"It's bigger on the inside," I say in amazement.
He smiles, as if he is reminiscing the past, "I always love it when they say that."
Thankful
I'm thankful for the lies you told,
And for every vow you broke,
I'm thankful for every single way,
You pretended to love me so,
I'm thankful for every insult,
And how you would belittle me,
I’m thankful for every sleepless night,
And all the times down upon my knees,
I’m thankful for all the painful ways,
You picked my soul apart,
I’m thankful for the day you cheated,
You never deserved my heart,
Though I do not regret ever loving you,
Or begging God for you to change,
Because it doesn’t matter what woman it is,
You will treat us all the same,
I’m thankful for all those awful times,
Because I learned what love is all about,
And now that I have a man who treats me right,
I am sure without a doubt,
That it was not me who made you mad,
Or made you act those ways,
I did not cause you to stray from me,
It is not my fault I was betrayed,
I did not cause those holes in the wall,
Or the bruises on my skin,
I am not any of those awful names,
That you convinced others I had been,
So through these words I thank you,
Because without you I wouldn’t know,
What a real man feels like,
I’m thankful you let me go.
HATRED
I feel strong about hatred,
and every sense of the word.
Where people kill people
just to be heard.
Where families battle,
even try to rebel.
And innocence is faint
and no one cares.
To look at me differently,
because you don't like my clothes.
To stare at me forever,
then turn and look down your nose.
You didn't give me a job,
because I know it better than you do.
You find fault with me
because they found fault in you.
You don't like my house,
Because it's too close to yours.
Yet, we live the same way and do the same chores.
We were all made to be perfect,
no matter the color, wealth, or gender.
I feel its way pass the time,
for the hatred to SURRENDER!
Midnight
Moonlight drains the world’s colors
Inky stelliferous space
Darkness making the perfect cloak
Nocturnal animals come out to hunt and play
In cities, all the lights shine bright
Ghosts and spirits are seen now at the witching hour
Hungry students studying, look for a snack
The clocks all chiming twelve
The Mortal Man
The #mortal man
Preyed by thoughts irrelevant but not to be ignored
Hunted by nightmares of reality, the double-edged sword
Lost in the maze of suggestions he has been sold
My life unfolds
Read me, oh heavenlies, like a Morse code
To what purpose is all this brown
I wash, I clean, yet you frown
And how much love I have shared with my fold
Oh mortal man, now my bones are hurt
Oh mortal man, now I free my spirit
Eyes hurt to the point of distrust
Eternity is certain, to how much further we can see it.
#reallife #gloom #beautiful #livelife #human
In These Broken Down Hours (Edit #2)
I was told...
I was sold...
I was pulled
At the plug...
...'til the eye
Of the Newt
Held me down
On the rug...
No one new at the
Counter of
Life,
I've been told...
...Then in walks
A girl
With a fleece of
Hot gold!
...Glitter gun,
Glitter glory...
I am nearly
Dissolved
In a glass of
Warm milk
While the puzzle
I've solved
Keeps on coming
Apart
At the corners
Once fixed.
Is it time to make
Good?...
...Barely count
The third six
In the sale I
Just made
'fore the
Taxman
Comes down
With his
Hammer
Of fire
That's intent on
The sound
Of my shattering
Skull...
...Fond bone
Shrapnel I know!...
...I've become quite
Acquainted
In these broken
Down hours
With the cat and
Mouse lovers
Who devote all
Their powers
To refusal of
Death,
And denial of
Fate...
...There are shades of
This theft
That we must lastly
Face...
...Such as,
"Who's this well wisher
Who now
Comes on command?..."
...There are
Not enough curtains
From Conservative
Land
To disguise this
Warped humor...
...One can barely
Stand clear
When the weight of
Our Monarchy
Cracks the raw
Mirror
That had stood between
You, and
A thousand
A-holes...
In these broken down
Hours,
With a long stemmed
White Rose
Just to bring me
Enjoyment
When my tread has
Worn thin...
...There are shades of
This theft that
We'll press
To our skin.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Rush
He rushed across the street
To a fate he had to meet
He rushed to fall in love
When falling is not good from above
He rushed to get a degree
Rushing into things he could not be
He rushed to get a job
Not knowing who he’d rob
He rushed to fill his dreams
Never running out of them, it seems
He rushed to have a child
Before he knew how children are styled
He rushed to a wife that’s sure
Will bring happiness like none before
He rushed to a chess-board boss
Who’d make up for his so-called loss
He rushed past the stars every night
He was sure to have them missed out of sight
He rushed to wed, to bed, to be led
To a life everyone said he’d have before he’s dead
He rushed to the wilderness to find
The smells of the past he’d left behind
He rushed to seek the promised land
He rushed to things he didn’t understand
He rushed then put his rush aside
He cursed at those who rushed his pride
He slowly crossed the road
His toes now count as the story unfolds