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Well, yes, it’s that time of year again.
Now, I’m no killjoy and it is always GOOD to see people happy and celebrating whatever the occasion. Regarding religious festivals, regular readers will know that I do not subscribe to any religion. Christmas cards were only ever a way of keeping in touch with people before the advent of computers. (For anyone like me who have terrible handwriting, e-mails are a great idea.)
Many thanks to all of you for supporting my blogs. I can but trust you have found at least some poems to enjoy.
As for Christmas, however you feel about it, whoever and wherever you are, ENJOY and may its message of peace and goodwill to all humankind be for all time, not just at this time of year. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, all humankind may even listen and learn one of these days…?
Well, yes, it’s that time of year again.
Now, I’m no killjoy and it is always GOOD to see people happy and celebrating whatever the occasion. Regarding religious festivals, regular readers will know that I do not subscribe to any religion. Christmas cards were only ever a way of keeping in touch with people before the advent of computers. (For anyone like me who have terrible handwriting, e-mails are a great idea.)
Many thanks to all of you for supporting my blogs. I can but trust you have found at least some poems to enjoy.
As for Christmas, however you feel about it, whoever and wherever you are, ENJOY and may its message of peace and goodwill to all humankind be for all time, not just at this time of year. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, all humankind may even listen and learn one of these days…?
A
HITCHIKER’S GUIDE TO CHRISTMAS
One
Christmas Eve,
I
sat alone by the fire,
content
awhile
to
watch familiar shapes
in
feisty flames
invoke
happy memories
of
times long ago,
the
world a kinder place
place
where such
as
you and me would live,
love,
and hitch rides
to
gay-friendly galaxies
on
wishing stars,
exploring
the potential
for
Happy-Ever-After
One
Christmas Eve,
I
felt alone by the fire,
saddened
so
to
watch familiar faces
coming
and going
like
players on a stage
acting
out memories
for
an audience of one,
all
those who lived
for
love by hitching rides
to
gay-friendly galaxies
on
wishing stars invoking
Happy-Ever-Afters
for
any less touched by love
than
seems fair
One
Christmas Eve,
I
almost let the fire go out
for
empathising
with
flickering flames
struggling
to
stay feisty, a losing battle
from
the start
where
the heart not in it
when
suddenly
one
flame leapt higher
than
the rest
as
if making the point
that
all’s not lost
till
we wish it of open hearth
and
inner self
One
Christmas Eve,
I
took a new lease of life
for
taking my cue
from
a fire all but gone
to
embers,
the
spirit of love and peace
risen
like a phoenix
for
getting push and shove
from
an understanding
that
past loves never fade,
are
an inspiration,
forever
banging on doors
to
be let in…
if
only to share more hitchhikes
on
wishing stars
Copyright R N.
Taber 2016
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