Olivia Slemmermann

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Its origins are uncertain
A celebration most certain.
At the turn of the seasons
The vernal equinox the reason
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My tears
Soaked my pillow last night
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stealthily moving in the marsh, crocodile!
herds of animals thirstily they drink.
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Fragrant nutmeg and acorns
Gold dust and sweet corn
Emerald and sapphire blooms
Where have they all gone
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Evening shadows brings 'em out to feed
Verily, in herds mighty raised
Elephants aplenty amongst the reeds!
Nightly yonder they traverse crazed,
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child learns to condemn
growing with criticism
will learn how to fight
when hostility surrounds
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It’s a time for celebration
A time for joy and goodwill
For young ones and the old
So this is Christmas I am told
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Oh my heart whatever be
You have wooed and selected only me
Thy rhyme and song so tender be
Yet how can I accept thee
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Fantasizing or dreaming what have I been
Whatever… are you really, really real?
Or just a hallucination my mind conjured
‘Cause I know how ill I’ve been
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Living a life on watery adventure
The pirate revels upon the roughest sea
Playground and battling ground for treasure
The loot divided of battles bloodily fought free
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What would I have done without eyes
No way to gaze at, or scrutinize
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All I want is your close embrace
Feel of your fingers through my hair
It feels so good, my heart will race;
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My love has gone I know not where
When I call his phone I know he’s there
Why won’t he answer might I ask
Just cuts me off without a word
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Hide, my angel, run!

Your smile is wasted -
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Silken robes and fancy gowns,
Bright rubies and gold have I none
Fame or great name I do not have
All I bring is my guileless reliance
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Aha! I know your face is black, not white
Even though you pretend to be so uptight
No camera you said to show your face
Let alone to view your living space
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On a bright sunny morn,
She climbed up on high,
Sat on a rainbow
to watch the world go by.
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Spring is in the air
Birds chirping everywhere
But, where are the bees
Are they all frozen in their hives?
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The wind blew chanting long
Heralding a change in the weather
While kneading the grasses tall
As though it was the baker's dough
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