Merry Christmas
Three brand new poems that have nothing to do with the season. I say Merry Christmas at the end of the audio. That's it. Merry Christmas.
As much as I’d love to finish this poem,
I’ve got work to do in the railyard,
and a long train is coming.
I’ve seen the poster.
I printed it.
Really.
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Peanuts, popcorn, and penny poems
Dedicated to Doctor TOM
Suppose for a moment
that your life and times are
represented as a circus train
Suppose, I mean imagine,
souls flocking to see your act
in the park, near the tracks
Suppose I’ve seen the poster,
announcing the date of your arrival
in my own home town
Suppose I’m already practicing my
maneuvers as a sword swallowing,
clown car, hippo on trapeze
You are moving through, of course,
and I’m running away … without you
Away … without. I preposition* you.
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Copyright David L White
12/15/23 . 6:30 am
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Those other two poems I mentioned.
Sometimes the
morning snuggle is me
getting up to write
a chunk of poem,
and you falling
back asleep
I came back.
With a poem.
That’s how I know.
DLWhite
12/15/23
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The poetry is the dead bits of life,
stuck on a window screen after
years of breeze.
Spider shit, mosquito wings, fly balls,
and a lightning bug that flicked on and off,
for quite awhile, if you can even believe.
But there it is
stuck in the screen
chunks from the breeze.
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DLWhite
12/15/23
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Sparkle Rock Talk
I was going to take some stones (sparkle rocks) out to the Fox River near the library in Waterford. Set them free. They winked at me. Soon I spied the worm hole; the rabbit hole. I splooched them into the soup for a good simmer.
Fly balls...LOL! Happy new year! 🎊 May it be filled with love and blessings. 🥰🙏