Sweet, Little Kitten
Sweet, little kitten, 'Mimoso'
What has happened to you?
We have searched everywhere...
Where are you?
We know you are sad
Being away of us
And far from your warm bed.
Without tasting your food
You surely lost your festive mood.
Do you remember the last pic taken?
It will be kept with us
You won't be forsaken.
It is normal our cry,
And we ask you, Lord,
Why didn't he come, why?
17th December 2010
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Do You Ever Remember…
Do you ever remember
that time one September
when two people met
and one could not forget
Do you ever remember
that time one November
when two people touched
and one could not trust
Do you ever remember
that time one December
when love said goodbye
and love didn't know why
And if you remember
do you ever just wonder
what would have happened to September
if it made through the cold of December
When I could have loved you
like I've never loved anyone
when I could have loved you
like I want to love someone
Do you ever remember?
poem by Steven Sabathie
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Even Angels Grow Old and Forgetful
I remember being asked to go to Galilee
To break the good news to a young lady.
I told her what the Lord had told me
And of future things He could foresee.
Well, Joseph heard, he blew his top
His fears and doubts I had to stop.
He eventually calmed down
After a huff, a puff, and a frown.
Some say he was born in December
But I distinctly remember
Spring was in the air
And I felt like a child at a fair.
There was much revelry at the inn
Where the happy father had been.
Even the shepherds joined in
A rowdy lot, making such a din.
I still had one or two things to do
I am his Guardian Angel, you know.
I heard that the Magi were on their way
And Herod, the children wished to slay.
All this happened two thousand years ago
I was young then and always on the go.
The Lord had lots of business to go through
He relied on me to do his will just so.
I am thinking of retirement now
It is time for me to take a bow.
You see, I am old, my memory gone to pot
Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don’t.
Did I say Spring was in the air?
And something about a fair?
I can’t really remember
Perhaps it was December.
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Black Bruises IV
I can gorge the vile blackness,
the eviscerated acquiescence
like a dog-eats-dog carnival
I can endure the struggle
tasting blotted inks,
tasting cheap champagnes,
tasting one's molting skin,
tasting a chance to begin,
tasting cold greasy dishes,
tasting stark carnal sin,
tasting tar and nicotine,
tasting saline misery,
but am I the only one tasting
these black bruised savors?
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First Monday In December
This first Monday in December,
Comes with a beauty none like I can remember.
The Sun so bright in a cloudless sky.
Air clean and fresh...
A gift that surprises.
The first day of the month,
Beginning on the first day of a work week.
After spending a joyous festive Thanksgiving,
With family and friends and having fun!
What a gift!
What a joy it is to witness this.
I couldn't wish for anything better,
On my Christmas list.
This first Monday in December,
Seems more like Spring.
With birds chirping,
And barren trees without their leaves.
Reminds me of something quite surrealistic.
And free of falling snow,
New Englanders have come to know.
This first Monday in December,
Comes with a beauty none like I can remember.
And I fill with so much gladness,
I can't explain!
Nor do I wish to complain,
About this visit that delivers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The love's seed
I couldn't love you as much as I should
That's why I lost you I lost you for good
You loved me more than I did
My love was less than my greed
Baby now at last I have understood
I didn't care for you the way I could
Now my loneliness is killing me
Now my love's seed has become a tree
Now my love is bearing fruit
So all are now here to loot
But only you can't taste my love's sweet food
So I miss you and it saddens my mood
poem by Asif Andalib
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Day (Chapter 93, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Swear upon the day
And the night when it is covered with darkness
Your Lord has neither forsaken you
Nor has He felt dismay
Your future is better than your bygone days
Moreover your Lord will shortly
Give you something that will make you happy.
Didn't He find you an orphan and give you shelter?
Didn't He find you lost and show you the way?
Didn't He find you needy and make you rich after?
Therefore do not oppress any orphan
And if anyone asks for something
Do not rebuke the one
And as for the favors of your Lord, announce it to everyone.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Melancholy Mood
A little collie weed to ease I grief
too much agony living in the limits of big city
a little collie weed to meditate
too much insanity in this society
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
rise this morning smile with the sun
oh I'm blessed another day has begun
everything in life has its purpose
find its reason it has its season
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
tears leave my eyes I just want to fly
deep down I feel pain
but I know I must rise again
from this melancholy mood melancholy mood
melancholy mood I eat for my food melancholy mood
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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European Food
Europe.
One massive buffet of savory food.
Warm, large flattened crepes
Served with Nutella on the Avenue des Champs Élysées,
And hand-sized rectangular sugar cookies
Sheltered by chocolate and
Decorated with an image of a skateboarder.
Germany carries the sweet apple tea
Warm, salty pretzels and caramel coffee.
Plain yogurt for breakfast, thick and creamy
At first tasting sour
But when mixed with crisp, sweet muesli
It is most satisfying
Italians know ice cream.
The refreshing, velvety gelato
Is displayed in mountainous forms at the shop
Flavors of chocolate, grapefruit, and even pistachio
Are served in a child’s cone tasting of a wafer
from church communion.
The narrow concrete roads of Prague
Sell cylinder tubes of baked dough
Bathed in crystals of golden sugar.
Caramelized crunchy nuts are
Sold in a vibrant red paper cone
And served with milk thick enough to chew.
And while the most fantastic food resides in Europe,
American remains the most obese.
Hot Coffee, Warm Smiles
We walked along many London streets;
We stopped at a pub for something to eat.
We walked around for miles and miles;
We saw a sign: ‘hot coffee, warm smiles.'
I stopped to listen to a brass band play:
My friend didn't realise and walked away.
It was in Oxford Street, that I lost my friend,
But we were happily reunited in the end.
Dark chocolate with chilli, by me, was savoured;
I bought a festive latte: gingerbread flavoured.
At festive shop windows, we stopped and stared;
We lost ourselves in the middle of Mayfair.
At the Christmas lights, we both loved to look;
I bought myself some Christmas themed books.
We battled our way through the dense crowds;
The noise from the traffic was extremely loud.
The South Bank Centre's towers shone pink and blue;
From Jubilee Bridge, there was a really nice view.
There was a cold nip in the air, but it didn't rain;
Back at Waterloo, tired out, we boarded a train.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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051011E Taste Good What Can I Say
fridge keep my food juicy
climate controlled hi-tech
that's what they advertise
i wonder if it's really true
outside looks is very fancy
inside i don't know, it's full
sitting here, later check food
whatever is available; get it
soon i, i have to replenish
infinitesimal tasting; not funny
satisfaction; demanding buds
surely will ruin my beautiful abs
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Flame-Heart
So much have I forgotten in ten years,
So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,
And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
I have forgot the special, startling season
Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting;
What time of year the ground doves brown the fields
And fill the noonday with their curious fluting.
I have forgotten much, but still remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.
I still recall the honey-fever grass,
But cannot recollect the high days when
We rooted them out of the ping-wing path
To stop the mad bees in the rabbit pen.
I often try to think in what sweet month
The languid painted ladies used to dapple
The yellow by-road mazing from the main,
Sweet with the golden threads of the rose-apple.
I have forgotten--strange--but quite remember
The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.
What weeks, what months, what time of the mild year
We cheated school to have our fling at tops?
What days our wine-thrilled bodies pulsed with joy
Feasting upon blackberries in the copse?
Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days,
Even the sacred moments when we played,
All innocent of passion, uncorrupt,
At noon and evening in the flame-heart's shade.
We were so happy, happy, I remember,
Beneath the poinsettia's red in warm December.
poem by Claude McKay
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Risk-It-All-Ogy
And what is risk-it-all-ogy?
What does that mean to us?
Response to eschatology,
End times that cause a fuss!
From folks who store up extra food
That's meant to last them years,
To folks that get a solemn mood
That fills them with new fears!
Who knows how many lives will change
Through ancient prophecies,
From cultures that we think as strange
That tell us Man will cease?
Or maybe this old world takes on
Some greater consciousness
That means Man's sinful thoughts are gone,
Replaced by happiness.
Some think of Christ and Antichrist
From Scriptures old and new...
And many saints will be baptised
And pray, 'What must we do? '
While others merely laugh and scoff
At thoughts of World War Three,
That Christ the Lord will rapture off
The likes of you and me...
Will chaos rule December time?
Will Christmas come at all?
Will folks rejoice with joy sublime
Like it's a miracle?
'Thank God we didn't die! ' they'll say,
'The turkey's almost done! '
Will Christians watch their children play
And praise God for His Son?
While folks get fattened by their feasts,
With further meals to carve,
Not all can eat these slaughtered beasts...
How many others starve?
How many victims get ignored
Despite Man's prophecies,
While folks buy food and hoard and hoard
And think the Lord they please?
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Once Upon a Cold September
Once upon a cold September
lay ashes of last December
came stories of old friends
never to be lost
on that December
Morning came
thoughts rose
time flew on the coast
evening of September
came lies to remember
sad but true they say
never showed a face again
on that stormy winter
Once on a cold September
on a bleak December
with time to remember
poem by Kayla Koch
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Festival
They Say:
It's Festive Time Today
Auspicious Durga Pooja Day
May be my time is not Right
Or my mood is not Festive
And hence - I've been
miserably crying away
all through the day.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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European Christmas Market
Life is busy around Albert Square
In December every year
Christmas market in full swing
For shopping and a glass of beer
Stalls are cluttered one by one
Amid the crowded streets
Vendors displaying their festive wares
In order to compete
Christmas music in the background
To put one in the mood
Aroma of bratwurst sizzling on the coals
Pangs of hunger need some food
People always in a hurry
Last minute presents to buy
Gifts from all over Europe
To tempt the shoppers eye
Energy and money both well spent
To depart it's almost time
But not before a Christmas toast
With a mug of hot mulled wine
poem by Lynne Howard
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Refuge
(david henman)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
Im but a lad, oh for Im twenty, tuned in to dreaming
Gazing at your sign, for mad men only, my poets screaming
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
Take me to the wild black seas of madness, the savage dancer
Clothe me in insanity and leave me, to find the answer
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
I searched for you, but I cant find you
song performed by by April Wine
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Alone And Forsaken
we met in the springtime
when the blossoms unfold
the pastures green
and the meadow gold
our love was in flower
as the summer grew on
her love like the leaves
have all withered and gone
roses have faded
and there's frost at my door
the bird of the morning
wont sing anymore
the grass in the valley
has started to die
and out in the darkness
the whippoorwill cry
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord if you hear me
take hold my hand
where has she gone to
where can she be
she may have forsaken
some other like me
she promised to honor
to love and obey
each vow a plaything
she threw away
the darkness has fallen
the sky turns gray
the hound in the distance
has started to bay
i wonder i wonder
what she's thinking of
forsaken forgotten
without any love
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
alone and forsaken
by fate and by man
o lord can you hear me
take hold my hand
please understand
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Sweet Little Jesus Boy
Sweet... little Jesus boy-oy-oy
They made You be born in a manger-er
Swee-ee-ee-eet little Ho-oly chi-i-ld
They didn't know who You were
Didn't know You'd come to save us Lord
To take our sins away
Our eyes were bli-i-ind
And we could not see-ee
We didn't know-ow who-oo You were
A long time ago-o
You were bor-orn in a manger, Lor-ordd
Sweet little Je-esus Boy (Sweet Jesus boy)
Now the world treated You mean, Lor-ord
And it's been treatin' me mean too
But that's how things are done now, yeah-eah (Swee-ee-eet)
We didn't know it was You
You done told us how
And we are a-tryin'
Master, You done showed us how (how-ow-ow)
Even when you were dyin' (when you were dyin')
It just seems like we can't do right (do right)
Look how we treated you, yeah-eah
Please, please, forgive us Lord...
We didn't know it was you
Sweet little Jesus boy-oy (Sweet little Je-esu-us)
Born a long time ago-o
Swee-ee-ee-eet little Holy chi-i-ild
We didn't know who-oo You were
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Try To Remember
Words and music by tom jones and harvey schmidt from the musical the
Fantasticks
Try to remember the kind of september
When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember the kind of september
When grass was green and grain so yellow
Try to remember the kind of september
When you were a young and a callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow--follow, oh-oh
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow--follow, oh-oh
Deep in december its nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in december its nice to remember
Without a hurt, the heart is hollow
Deep in december its nice to remember
The fire of september that made you mellow
Deep in december our hearts should remember
Then follow--follow, oh-oh
Follow, oh-oh
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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