By Mirumoto posted on 5 December 06
Shoelaces , and a belgian morning
I rub my eyes and stretch
Wishing I had slept earlier
Breathed alot easier
Feel alot better, and sing
Like a certain canary
Out of merciful captivity
And into this haze
Of flutter and stutter
Dicing my heart's gaze
Into mindless, symbolic bits of chatter.
So that myself , i can digest, that i matter
Wake me up. Please. From this little spell.
As i tie these shoelaces, while riding the carousel
By Bluesky_Liz posted on 15 December 2006
Christmas at the Mall
When we were just children,
we used to marvel and covet
the piles of presents hoarded under
the lofty dressed Christmas tree
in the center of the mall;
we thought they were real,
....................................we thought
they were free for the taking.
When we got our hands on one
and tore it open, and saw that
it was just an empty cardboard box
wrapped up in gold shiny paper,
.....................................we wondered
who would be so cruel
as to falsely decorate Christmas.
By Bluesky_Liz posted on 17 December 2006
Santa Under Scrutiny
Who is this Santa, who is this old man
whose facial features is hidden by his overgrown beard?
He appears every December with his signature ho-ho-ho,
(who laughs like that except the sinister?) sits
on a grand wooden chair on a stage and parents
(whose senses seem to have gone on vacation) line up
with their children, those innocent unscarred faces,
to go to him and let the little ones sit on his lap!
They stand below and watch the fat fuzzy manÂ’s claws
grab hold of each child as he asks them for their name
and what they would like for Christmas, then after 5 minutes
of whispers and his hands around their shoulders or across
their legs, he gives them a present from under a plastic tree,
then he sends them back to their parents with doubtful
looks on their faces. The ones that start crying as soon
as they see him know better.
By preya posted on 19 December 2006
Someday
Someday, IÂ’m just going to
say I give
up
And throw my hands
into the air
Cupping the stars and hoping that they
plummet
What a very mean thing to think
Santa claus wonÂ’t be very happy
to find that you wished his
traffic lights dead
YouÂ’ll regret this
as soon as the first snow
falls
and the death of silent night
brings presents for everyone
but you
Someday, IÂ’m just going to
pray to the sky and the roads
And not to God
because they are here
deciding my fate
and He is Above
Me
Up there behind the clouds
Hiding
behind the shamed moon
Watch and wait, I will burn
up
like the stars
that you want me to become
Someday, IÂ’m just going to
walk the plank
Because IÂ’ve never seen sharks before
in real life
And who knows if they arenÂ’t really
the kindest beasts
in the whole wide world?
Someday, IÂ’m just going toÂ…
By MoonIce posted on 21 December 2006
Ho Ho Ho! (A Song?)
There will be lots of dirt about
So get ready an eraser or just scribble onward
Young and Old alike will throw words at one another
Dead Poets Society or Mad Pencils Club
Hohoho...
Dead Poets Society for Past Years
or is it DPS
But Mad Pencils Club for the Future
or is it MPC
Closed and Dark
or
Mad and Creative
Hohoho...
Madness lies ahead
Joy abound in Abundance
Smiles brighten up the day
Pencils is set by our side
Gifts of Words are exchanged
Hohoho...
Paper and Pencil in hand
I frown
I smile
I write
I inspire
All with a small thin stick in my hand
And a sheet below
Plus the small but musing thingy up there.
Hohoho...
Poems
Songs
Stories
There they are floating around
Waiting for someone to catch hold
To show them to the world
Hohoho...
Tears of sadness
Tears of joy
Cracks of Smiles
Sound of Laughter
Twinkles Twinkles Twinkles
Hohoho...
By laurence82 posted on 20 December 06
Premier Membership
Oh, the vile Premier Membership
Its nothing but a pile of shit
Pardon my crass
For i am brass
And not one to mince my words
For twenty bucks a year
Could feed many you hear?
Puny avatar and dwarvish signature
What a lousy overture
Give me more, I'll consider
If its worth any dear
At my pleasure I will sign
Not a knife to make me sigh
Lure me, seduce me
But never throttle me
Darn FireIce for all she is worth
To make me lose my Perth
Down with tyranny
Down with gluttony
Come all say, No Premier Membership!