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  • Freshman - 1,347 Points Mike Acker (12/24/2014 3:33:00 PM) Post reply
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    Cold

    It is cold, everywhere.

    The kind of cold many look forward to;
    an occasion to don their warm fashions,
    and fur-lined gloves, received as gifts
    on holy-days. That same cold which warrants
    chopped wood for their fireplaces,
    and warm eggnog.

    It is the type of bitter chill which
    many dread. It is the cold which
    tempts them with eternal peace,
    only to freeze their souls. It ices
    their thoughts, which makes them seem
    not just poor and cold, but dumb, as well.

    Mike Acker

  • Rookie - 502 Points Kaila George (12/24/2014 2:38:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Christmas Cheer..... (memory's)

    Its Christmas time.... full of cheer... sharing
    but this Christmas seems so void of cheer
    as I walk the family house from one end to other
    alone...remembering Christmas past

    Home was were everyone gathered because my parents were alive
    it changed after that...it became a tradition to be at others house
    So every Christmas ever since I've woken up to a empty house
    once or twice perhaps... I was lucky to share with others
    that came home for that one particular year

    I remember when mum and dad was alive
    every year we would be preparing for Christmas day
    me and mum in the kitchen preparing food dad
    sharing his story's with his beers
    then by 12 mid day everyone would be home
    and the Christmas tree by then was full of presents

    I was the hostess with the mostess....smiles
    everyone kept me busy....I thrived on the cheer
    seeing people smile with joy as they opened presents
    it brought tears to my parents eyes to see so much love
    what wonderful times....sigh

    I still have half a day with my family
    but its no longer the same
    as I sit here alone on Christmas morn
    looking at the house that once use to be so alive

    I then look at all my friends whom I share my Joys and woe's
    and I'm grateful to be able to share my heart my soul my world
    to all whom I respect, and love with all that I am

    Merry Christmas one and all have a beautiful Christmas Day

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    • Rookie - 502 Points Kaila George (12/24/2014 2:40:00 PM) Post reply

      And i know mostess is not a word...best why I could express how I felt back then

  • Rookie - 374 Points Sean North (12/24/2014 4:56:00 AM) Post reply

    aLLways, my thanks n Thnx..... b urs...thanks 4 ur HapPy foot samples ... enjoy

  • Silver Star - 9,962 Points Soulful Heart (12/24/2014 1:15:00 AM) Post reply

    Just using this medium to wish all the PH users a merry christmas and a happy new year....................enjoy and be happy

  • Freshman - 1,399 Points Bull Hawking (12/23/2014 5:19:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Rocket-man wanted to kiss his girlfriend under mistletoe.....so they stood on their heads....

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    • Freshman - 1,399 Points Mandolyn ... (12/24/2014 3:06:00 PM) Post reply

      Cinderella wanted to go barefoot so she threw her glass slippers at the prince and said " shut up and dance with me"

  • Gold Star - 12,139 Points Mandolyn ... (12/23/2014 3:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I'm thinking about making a new book available in Trapper Keeper

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  • Freshman - 1,347 Points Mike Acker (12/22/2014 5:00:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Numbers

    He has to fathom the infinite
    and all that deals with vague beginnings
    and uneasy endings, for how else
    could he survive his times;

    those of agnosticism, of grays, dark and light,
    but never again black or white;
    the same times when directions of north,
    or south could just as well be of east or west.

    Now that the deities have all but died,
    he is finally free to step out of
    their pious prisons of ignorance, naked,
    and embrace the nothing that is space and time.

    Only numbers, one upon the other,
    will dominate his new, nowhere world.
    These digits will be well-hidden under man-made
    layers of new, unambiguous uncertainties.

    His goals will not differ
    from those of his father's;
    they will only seem more complex
    in their inexplicable simplicity.

    Mike Acker

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    • Freshman - 1,347 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/23/2014 6:18:00 PM) Post reply

      . . i do enjoy Mike's piece ... he likes the more vigorous walk, in fresh zones, it's fun to see ... where he goes .... dg8

    • Freshman - 1,347 Points ... Dog God 8hate (12/23/2014 5:57:00 PM) Post reply

      . . Alas ... it's daddy Baal's space and timed for that/the concision o' inconsonance ... AND?... here's (a) hardy condolence for such/this ... doleful fate? Yes, but ... inimical gods ... more

    • Freshman - 1,347 Points The Pundit (12/22/2014 12:12:00 PM) Post reply

      Not bad. On a 'number' scale, I'd give it 7.0. One thing, if you rearrange your directions (North, South, etc) , you could squeeze in a nice little rhyme in that stanza. Even East/West would work. Goo ... more

  • Freshman - 1,338 Points Timothy Walters (12/21/2014 8:47:00 AM) Post reply

    It is time for me to go home

    The skies have just turned a shade darker,
    Calling to retirement the sunburnt farmer,
    But my heart still wants to roam,
    It is time for me to go home.

  • Gold Star - 14,133 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/17/2014 9:09:00 AM) Post reply

    Poets are not always the opinion makers but poets are the catalysts to opinions in world events. They cannot blindly write poems but actually with due consideration and observation of the world.

  • Rookie - 854 Points The Pundit (12/16/2014 12:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I Tried to Do a Dog


    cumbrous going down no time to ponder
    burnt amber shag freckles swapping
    places on faces sitting crisscross
    applesauce legs touching underneath

    a dining room table lips pressed together
    a harsh light from a kitchen surrounds it
    outside the body like now tottering
    not even a last glimpse at verdure

    children squeal the echoes strangled
    four bare feet

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