A dashing young knight from days of ole,
Who captured my heart and and touched my soul.
He would speak such words of love that would take my breath away,
And promised he would take me to his mountains one day.
It doesn't seem that long ago, yet it's been twenty plus
Years he's been gone and for why I still don't know.
I continued on with a broken heart,
Wondering why and what I had done to caused us to part.
And then he appeared one day,
He said he had no choice he had to leave and there was no other way.
He was sorry he hurt me and promised to tell me one day.
And so I wait patiently for the reason he left
But more than that why he came back to me.
I'm sending my love,
And here's a hug too
Wishing nothing but
The absolute best for you.
With love and esteem,
We shall find our way
Hoping, and waiting for Ole' St Nick
Come and let's go play!
There's rumbling up on the rooftop,
And, the clatter was loud
Can someone, please, go up there
And have a look around.
We, nestled in our beds,
Dreaming of our dreams
Sleep, my precious angels
Under the moonlight's beam.
Ole' St Nick was cloaked, waiting patiently,
Then with this twinkle of his nose, he gave
You can see Ole' St Nick out there
Dashing across the nites sky; he raves!
He'll be ringing, and singing,
With glee in his voice, he shouts
A Merry Christmas to All
On, Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, and Vixen.
And to All,
Ho, Ho-Ho!
On, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.
To the North Pole, Rudolph!
A Good Nite!
To: John Darnell & Deb Kellison
Hi we wear
and cage
if we feel like peppered
if we ever awe by
worrying
if we ever contact
a cultivated mistress of excuses
and hardlucks
acids and gas are explosions
hey we may catch fire
if we will be remaining dim due to
a fatal fluke of one
we don't envy
because it kills or cracks love
who know may be
killing it at all
we don't despair
because it desicates and wilts
leaves and leaves them dry
nor live to suspect or mock
nor live to doubt or disgrace
nor envy the clouds
whose smile by virtue
is joy
we don't enjoin chagrin
because it doesn't reward minds
instead damn them
nor live by pretence
here and there
to mar and wear
oh! teachers fears
and poets and poets
for us is adjunct
to be saved from
becoming a new harbour of human immune deficiency virus.
Thrice better is the cowardly creeper
Than a passionless lion laxing tame,
Who toothless lies as lesser beasts
Plot and paw jungle's sleeker game.
More inspiring than any genius wit
Is the dim-footed guesser ever out
For new surprises both foul and fit,
Taxing dumb Luck's diamond pout.
Let swifter-going synanthrope felines
Feast on cowering polar bears' meal;
And such fast ever-trying wing upset
Any slow-flying eagle's choicest deal.
Of what merit are manes and paws
That hang and whirl lame in the air;
Or agile-dashing limbs and fit claws,
If neither thus proportionately dare?
Uncork average vineity's cellars now,
I'll pardon their middler-vintner's skill;
To mañana-enchanted wantwits vow
Crispier sips that patient palate thrill.
as the snow fall
comes down the wall
its kids and snow ball
its christmas gifts for all
and lover
slashing
and
DASHING THUR THE SNOW
Limerick : Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Tried to bulge her pectorals with triceps
Compressed air back-fired
To where moon was mired
Since then carries pec-pumps in contracepts.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Another day can be added to your blessed years,
as morning comes dashing in to wake you at six;
bright sunrays can dry all tears and ease fears...
ponder over your life, nothing seems complex!
Achieving each dream takes a lot of planning,
although tough times may be coming or going;
believe that you will reach the peak of the mount...
bow your head and pray, make every minute count!
Enteed in Linda-Marie's contest,
" May Magic "
Written by Andrew Crisci
A Night of Dashing
Little round circles, circles of red,
Peering out those lonely lashes.
Two little suns waiting for setting,
Relieved to know…the bright lights stop flashing.
Tiny little cries…”Turn me on with endless sleep.
Just you and me I say, if not for long we will be clashing.
At last we awaken, red no more,
With a gleam of excitement, for tonight’s night of dashing!
Dashing through the mall with a charge card in my fist
Wondering why I ever wrote a Christmas present list
The jeans my daughter wanted were torn around the knees
I couldn't spend a hundred bucks although they'd sure to please
I found her a fuscia sweater, I know it is her size
I'm sure that she will show to me displeasure in her eyes
The lady said the plaid shawl would flatter any shape
I know my daughter's teen mouth will be hanging quite agape
Next year I'm not doing shopping for anyone I know
I'll save myself much heartache and probably lots of dough
Everyone is getting a holiday gift card
And that will be the final word from this over shopped out bard