Chest Nuts & Sugar Plums

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Chest nuts proud and ripe
Standing tall tonight
Upon a Christmas eve cold and blustery
Wrapped within a dress so tight

Sugar Plums beneath a package large
Holding a white dream of frosted bliss
Is this a treat for me tonight
Upon a Christmas eve

Your chest nuts are hot, 
Roasting in my minds eye
Uncovered to bare their glory
Like a star shining in the east on a dark night

Let your sugar plums dance on my tongue
Jingled like sleigh bells on a rough snowy land
I can feel your stirring
Roar like a lion, I’m no mouse

Jack, frost my nips
See it drip from my chest nuts
Rubbing … noses like Eskimos
Will you find it hard

Sugar plums hung 
Like stockings by the fire
Settle on the bed, all through the house
Bring forth such a clatter they hear it on the lawn

Chest nuts roasting hot, an open fire
Sugar plums dancing, their heads hard
Loaded with toys and goodies
Moon on the breasts of fallen snow
Now I exclaim as has been said many times
Oh, oh, oh! And to all a good night.

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My Misfit Toy

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Bang
It goes
Against the wall
Shattered pieces
Broken
                             Bang
                       Loud crash
                  I couldn’t bear
                  To hear screams
                  Bouncing around
                           Echoes
Toy
With me
My emotions empty
My words meaningless
Syllables of
Nothing
                             Drum
                          Into my
          Pounding, pulsing brain
                      Angry cries
                             love

           Misfit Toy

Another dVerse Quadrille prompt, this time you must write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “bang”. Hope you enjoy!

Christmas Holiday Stories & Poems 2024

Stories

  • All in my head – A story about a guy’s attempt to get a puppy for his girlfriend / not girlfriend for Christmas.

Poems

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Carpet Burn

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Red, rubbed raw
Carpet burn on both my knees
From when I knelt for you.

Looking up in complete submission
Waiting for your command
Carpet burn on my knees doesn’t hurt

Take it out and fill my mouth
Don’t take it out until I swallow it down
No drops on the carpet when I’m on my knees.

My man comes home
Looking for carpet burn on my knees
Will you put them there or will he?

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Not Over Her Cold Metallic Heart

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Robot love is cold
Metallic touch of the heart
Leaves me heart broken


Laugh all you want. I don’t care. She meant more to me than any of you Fleshies ever did! Plastic though she was. I mean I know the heat I felt was generated by electric wires. Her voice came through a speaker, pre recorded sounds with an AI DJ. I’m not stupid. And I’m not crazy! I was … I was just in love. 


What is love really
The mind’s electric impulse
Chemical cocktail


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This dVerse prompt was a science fiction halibun. I probably could have gone a bit more with this one but this felt like this was enough. Hope you enjoy!

Huh?

Whatsoever you do, don’t use the whatsis!
Somewhat wise words that came from your lips.
Whatever the warning was meant to be,
Got lost in the whatnot of the swirling sea 
Question the use of it if you must
Whatchamacallit just turns to dust

A Quadrille prompt from dVerse – Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), literally including some form of the word what.

What If We Come Undone

What if that’s not it? The end is not tomorrow or the day after but it is instead a beginning.
Oh they say that every day is a beginning. 
And that’s true. But what if tomorrow is A beginning. A nexus, an inflection point in history.
History is long.
History is long. Our lives are short. Our power is finite … alone. But together-

Together as one
Actions equal reactions
They’re united too

Tomorrow has come and the world has not come undone but it has ended.
Being over dramatic.
Histrionics, history, his story, no story, no words. Actions so loud, I cover my ears and cry.
Let me get you a tissue.
Don’t be cruel. Today I weep. Grieving for a tomorrow that will never come.

Drama’s curtain call
The theater of the absurd
Tragic comedy

Tomorrow there will be a sun. Tomorrow I will fight. Tomorrow will be when hope begins.
But tonight …
Tonight I mourn. Tonight I weep. To the night I give my soul and my light.
Long may it burn
But oh when the morning comes, and the sun shines bright. Then my soul will rejoice.

The sun’s bright light shines
Illuminating all things
Then there shall be hope

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Lift Up / Vengeance Lamentation

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Lift up my eyes to heaven 
Seek his eyes, to catch the ear of the Creator 
Hear the cry of pain 
That echoes in my bones
The tears that water my garden of vengeance 

Call down holy fire!
Burn through the wickedness as seen by my eyes
Follow the arrow drawn by my bow oh eternal maker
I name your enemies 
Smite them, destroy their sanctity 
Take away their peace.

Why so silent oh heavens?
Where is thy thunder? Your lightning strikes?
The fires in my enemy camps light faces and warm hands when they should be burning flesh.
Where is thy justice, oh holiest of holy? 
Take swift action in unleashing the mighty judgement of above.

Tear them down to the fourth and fifth generation.
Let their children’s head rest upon the gravestones of their forebears
Orphans of the wicked shall their legacy be
I have no sympathy left within my dried bones,
Empathy leached away like blood from an open wound.

I call again to your might hands, though echoes of my previous pleas sound around me
You oh might prince of peace, bring your peace to those who lay defeated
Love most pure, shower down upon those you favor most. 
Can we know love amongst the shadow of stares whom hate your beloved?
Wipe away the stain from among us. Leave only those you know as pure
I cry to thee again oh greatest one.  Hear my lament. Have sympathy!

I chose to share this not as a call to hate but to say that there are times when we all feel that need for something outside of ourselves to take “revenge” and that it is okay to feel that way sometimes. Sometimes you want destruction to rain down on whatever you felt has wronged you.

Yet, often, like the speaker of the work above, your words will just echo; unheard. Destruction does not come at our beck and call. Nor is it a balm to our troubles. Vengeance is not ours to have but ours to live by living better. You do not get vengeance fully until you don’t need it. When you have lived past the need for vengeance only then will you have it completely.

Live a life that is vengeance. Live a life of love, a better life, a life lived looking forward.

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A Spell Cast – Paradelle

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Tis a spell I cast on thee
Tis a spell I cast on thee
On this night for begging sweets
On this night for begging sweets
This night tis a spell for sweets
I cast on thee begging on

With sugar and spice, oh so nice
With sugar and spice, oh so nice
Screams and wails, and scary tales
Screams and wails, and scary tales
Sugar tales, spice wails, and so nice
And screams scary, with oh … and -

Add a dash of this, a dabble of that
Add a dash of this, a dabble of that
Eye of newt and of chicken fat
Eye of newt and chicken fat
Dash that eye this fat dabble add
Of a chicken of and of a newt of

Spell I cast, oh screams and wails,
Tis on this night of dabble eye
Sugar of a newt, with begging tales
A nice fat chicken of scary add 
And for a sweet and spice
Dash this and that on thee so

This was a prompt from dVerse. The prompt was to create a paradelle. Go to the link to read the background of paradelle, which is rather interesting and funny. But the rules of a paradelle are:

Here are the rules:

The Paradelle is a 4-stanza poem, where each stanza consists of 6 lines.
First Three Stanzas:

The first two lines as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas must be the same (repeat). Where it begins to get difficult and become more of a poetic puzzle is when reaching fifth and sixth lines. These lines must contain all the words from the preceding four lines within the stanza using them only once to form completely new lines.

Last Stanza:

For the most difficult piece of this poetic puzzle, the final stanza of the paradelle does not repeat like the preceding stanzas, rather the final six lines must contain every word from the first three stanzas, and only those words, again using them only once to form completely new lines.

The Design is simple:Stanza 1: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4
Stanza 2: 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8
Stanza 3: 9, 9, 10, 10, 11, 12
Stanza 4: 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

This was harder than it looks. And it wasn’t the greatest but I can live with it. 😁

My Love Is Fatal

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My love is fatal
You will not be the same
When we're thru
Who you thought you knew
Won't be you.
You are brand new.

My love will kill
All the doubts and fears 
That plague your mind
My eyes are not blind
Your faults don’t dim your shine
You still sexy fine

My love will destroy
The walls built up around your heart
That held others out 
Imprisoned you within
Your prison sentence will end
Our love will begin

My love is death
To lonely nights
Endless days
Of wandering around 
In a mindless haze
Of heartache and desperation

My love is fatal
It will kill and destroy
Death waits in its embrace
My love is fatal
Are you willing to die
For our love?

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