The Christmas

I wrote this about 15 years ago, when I was spending my first Christmas away from home. You can probably tell I was missing it.

THIS CHRISTMAS

If we were together this Christmas
The sun would be beating,
People eating, living, breathing
The spirit of the season.
Without reason
They would laugh and enjoy
The shopping, without stopping,
Bopping through the broad but narrow streets
To find the umpteenth perfect gift.
There’d be cooking and cleaning,
That happy, tired feeling
Wrapping, writing, tying, bows
All that makes the Christmas we know
For it’s a fun-filled family time.
And the singing:
Winter, snowmen, sleighbells ringing
In a place where snow’s as rare
As money in January.
This Christmas I’ll be in the cold
But through ice and snow and fog and dew
In my heart I’ll be sharing Christmas with you.

Edible Flowers Writing Challenge

When I found out what my latest writing topic was going to be, I didn't know how to write about it, so I've tried something a bit different - an extended limerick on edible flowers. What do you think?

When you need something different to eat
To give your guests a great treat
Please, don't despair
The answer is here
In a web release that's hard to beat.

The release gives lots of advice
On how to make dishes look nice
With petals delicious,
And oh so nutritious -
To eat them you wouldn't think twice.

So when next you're starting to forage
Try marigolds, roses or borage.
To enhance your provender
Use nasturtiums, lavender
And maybe a small dose of courage.

When it's time for the next Mother's Day
You'll have lots of new tricks to play.
Instead of a bouquet
A bunch or a nosegay
Don't send flowers; eat them, I say.

Ode To USG

Oh who on earth could e'er deride
The satire of Survival Guide
His humor stands out from the crowd
And oft it makes me laugh out loud
He scribes of blogging, war and terror,
And in his words there is no error.
It's no surprise that Prisms chose
To pilfer him from 'neath my nose.
He tired of my sticky face
But now I've moved from that fair place,
I want him back; no tears; instead
I'll wait to join with the Undead.

Ode To HotelReservations

If for a room you might be looking
There's a $100 rebate when you make a booking
So hurry up and don't be long
Click to HotelReservations.com

If you plan to travel that's the place to go
They say they keep the prices low.
If that's the case then you sure won't flip
Out when it's time to plan your trip.

If you're not sure what type of trip to choose
Whether golfing, a spa, a flight or a cruise
Then explore the site and look inside
Till you find their destination guide.

Once you've read the guide you're sure to know
How to get there and the places to go
What to eat, what to do and the history
Of any places that you want to see.

If you think it's possible you might decide
When you get there that you need a ride
Then worry not, you can do that too
HotelReservations can book a car for you.

But back to hotels; there's lots of choice
From a quiet vacation or plenty of noise
Rent a condo or stay at a B and B
You can choose a different room in each country.

So, whether your holiday is short or long
You will need HotelReservations.com
Just go online and click your way
To a fun filled, cheap and easy holiday.

Spaceships

I wandered drunk along the road, and did not know the time or place
When suddenly I did behold a great big silver ship from space.
Beside the field, beyond the trees
It fluttered to the ground with ease.

As shiny as the silver top that covers all my cans of Coke
The spaceship came to grinding stop, then belched out a huge cloud of smoke.
And as it landed then I saw
A green man come out through the door.

The field of horses pranced but he, untroubled, stepped onto the earth
Assessing, as he looked, entranced, what our green planet could be worth.
And then I thought, with some delight
That I would own the TV rights.

And now when on my bed I lie, which I do when I'm feeling good.
I oft remember, with a sigh, how I took Flurg to Hollywood
And then my heart with pleasure thrills:
My bank account's now filled with bills.

With apologies to William Wordsworth (Daffodils)

Gratitude

Thank you for every wispy, barely-there hair on her fragile skull

Thank you for her questing hands,

ever stronger with longer and longer reach,

that try to touch the world and bring it to her

(usually to her mouth).

Thank you for her sturdy legs and feet

now planted to get a taller perspective on the world.

Thank you for her bright eyes, rosebud lips,

her eagerness to grasp and feel and taste

and know the world that daily expands around her.

Thank you for her skin,

especially those spots on her neck and belly

that distil that special blend of softness

and johnsons-baby-washedness that is the essence of babydom.

Thank you for the very selfness of her self,

the parts of us now parts of her,

the fizz in her eye,

the ready smile,

the chuckle deep in her throat when she’s really amused,

often by something small.

Thank you for all that she is and will become.

Thank you for my child.

It Might Be Verse Introduction

I dabble in poetry occasionally, sometimes rhyming, sometimes not. This blog will contain my poetry. Enjoy.