Month: December 2009

Christmas Eve Eve

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Christmas Eve Eve

It’s Christmas Eve Eve and people are taking off early
Because they know that they will surely
See that perfect gift if they simply sift
Through enough stores and find
A gift that’s not yet come to mind.

That special someone needs something
And maybe commercialism will bring
Some brand new product to light ,
Put a perfect gift in sight.

I’m hoping that’s the case
Or tomorrow’s local race
Will be like the Michigan Mile, derby style.

I’ll be joined by all of those
Fellow citizens that chose
Christmas Eve to go shopping with me,
Risking a Christmas Eve injury.

Waiting for Big Ideas

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Waiting for Big Ideas

I’m waiting for it, twiddling each thumb
Waiting for an idea to come
But not just something small,
A big idea that I can call
My own thing
That thing that I bring to the table
Out of a fable and into reality
Though the truth might be
That I’m not doing anything
That will actually bring
Something like that into fruition
Because my thumbs rotate in position
Until I have another great thought.
I wouldn’t want to be caught
Thinking something dumb.
So I’m waiting for it, twiddling each thumb,
Waiting for an idea to come.

Wrapping Presents with Eyelids

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Wrapping Presents with Eyelids

Whether it’s a box, or a ball
Something big, or something small,
Efficiency and creativity mesh
Inside a small square-inch of flesh.

There’s no need to cut paper in straight lines or fold neatly
When eyelids redefine completely
How easy it is to wrap a gift,
And they simply unwrap with a lift.

There’s no need for excess tape or
Any expensive paper.
It’s really not too spendy
To be this eco friendly.

We should call it going green
Or brown, or blue, I mean
Whatever’s the color or their eyes
When they open their surprise.

You can even double wrap with hands,
If the person understands
That anticipation lingers
When they don’t peak through their fingers.

But Be wary of those views and peek-a-boos
That seek to lose
The surprise that lies
Opposite their eyes.

Vacancy Signs

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Vacancy Signs

A couple thousand years a go
There was a pregnant woman, nine months along.
She carried the savior of the world and so
Joseph thought it would be wrong

To stay in a barn all night.
He tried every Inn in sight
In hopes that he might
Find something a little more “right”

Than out in the barn hitting the hay.
Where the animals lay.
But truth is it was fitting the way

Jesus entered the world that night
‘Cause what a horrible sight
It would be if I had to see
Little inn scenes every year
With glowing neon lines
Of vacancy signs.

…But I suppose we should wear those
As we’re staring, preparing the manger scenes
Lining up kings and things.
We should have big old letters across our hearts
Reading “Vacancy” to say that He
Can come in now.

To say, I’ve cleared you a place
My heart now has a space
That you can take and make your own.
Pardon the mess.  I’ve been living alone.

Avoiding Ice-prints

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Avoiding Ice-prints

My footsteps are guided by the fact that I’ll shovel the snow
And I’ll be the one who will have to go
Outside to clear away
The snow today.

So after walking down to get a picture of falling snowy whites
On my house with lights,
I pause and take a look
At the steps I took.

Then take the same path back to the warm inside
Having at least tried
To avoid populating ice-prints
On the driveway since
I’ll be the one that will have to go
And shovel the ice-prints off with the snow.

Post Office Line

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Post Office Line

One week ‘till Christmas and I might miss this
Conversation with The Divine
Since I’m standing in line
Busily waiting in a blank stare not talking.
Standing in line not walking,
Simply suspended
Where footprints ended.

But I should start those conversations with God
Start making it feel less odd
By leaving two footprints in the sand
And saying a prayer while I stand
Waiting for a gift to be mailed,
A gift that wasn’t nailed.

Tape for Christmas

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Tape for Christmas

I commence with that unsticking adhesive sound,
Grasp the roll and wrap it a round
As my hand slides
Over the sides and guides
The tape on the absolute best path
For my wrapping paper wrath.

This isn’t haphazard precision,
But a conscious decision
Because the box… is empty, your present’s the roll.
Make sure you unwrap with self control.

Sometimes I make typos (Video)

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Stay tuned (subscribed) to this blog.  I’ll be posting another poetry video by the end of the week.

Sum thyme’s I’m ache Thai pose

Sum thyme’s I’m ache Thai pose
Butt eyes up hose
Hats apart off fusing
Come pewter’s. Whirl oozing

Are ebb ill it he two ought toe
Core hector weed rat her
Ma sheen’s um owe no
how herds chews too gat her

let hers inn us pacific hoarder,
Witch his beater. En dime,
air head squid gills a porter
whose know shaving thyme

Whiff hit snot hunter limed inn read
They’re snow since inn re reed ding
Too Czechs peeling four miss leading
Thinks eye mite half’s ed.

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