joy us
December 16, 2006
Joy to this tiny world
and joy to its believers,
however so brief
Peace on this day
to all the anxious creatures
who live in dying places
Greetings to the lonely
adrift in holiday bustle –
strangers might look your way
Comfort to we sheep –
riders of a rail-car existence
displaying love through plastic-giving
Pity to the poor,
brighten our suburban experience –
accept canned goods and toys
(then disappear)
Good luck to the Lord
in the manger ignored
like an old man on Christmas Day
so long suit
December 15, 2006
Goodbye pompous officious arrogant dismissive in-thinking betrayer – responsible for the biggest debacle in the history of U.S. military strategy. Good riddance to a corporate ghoul who showed more regard for Halliburton than his troops.
Should have stopped with Afghanistan and done the job right.
leave me alone on Christmas
December 8, 2006
Like in those glass-sided beehives,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.
I cover the glass with candy canes
and santas.
Missing Him
June 14, 2006
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer in the candle light,
stirring up batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret – a life of family.
qazse 