"Under Tinsel"
"And tight crowds shall lose their way
under tinsel and, amid the din
and tawdry garlands, go in search
of Christmas as it may have been.
And children shall wring green hope
from brittle excuses of seasons past
and their days shall pass too slowly,
mirth from their countenance too fast.
And presents shall be mailed in all colors
and sizes, neither right nor wrong.
Unseen tears shall be shed at parties
and revelers shall drown in their song.
And Christmas itself shall be listening
as the counterfeit bells are pealed
and whispers beneath bridges denied,
brazenly as trees in an open field."
From "While Boston Slept", 1980,
(unpublished poems of Bobby Anon).
😉
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyMy understanding is that YOU are the poet, Bob. Good stuff.
"Under Tinsel"
"And tight crowds shall lose their way
under tinsel and, amid the din
and tawdry garlands, go in search
of Christmas as it may have been.
And children shall wring green hope
from brittle excuses of seasons past
and their days shall pass too slowly,
mirth from their countenance too fast.
And present ...[text shortened]...
From "While Boston Slept", 1980,
(unpublished poems of Bobby Anon).
😉
My 2008 Christmas stocking gift for Mr. & Mrs. Ale and Mr. & Mrs.
Muppyman, two very young at heart couples very much in love...
"What If We Married"
"What if we married the peninsula of my being
with the newfound continent of your hips.
We could explore the hinterlands together.
Deep canals might form to allow feeling
and knowing leisurely passage at the lips.
We might take the high seas, ignoring weather,
moving swiftly in the straits. Our maps may
begin where previously known horizons end.
We may color water areas white, land blue.
We could alter meridians, making evening day.
Our separate worlds would interlock and blend.
Allow me your geography. Mine encompasses you."
From "While Boston Slept", 1980,
(Boston Lad's unpublished poems).
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThanks for the Christmas present, Bob. Mr. and Mrs. ale
My 2008 Christmas stocking gift for Mr. & Mrs. Ale and Mr. & Mrs.
Muppyman, two very young at heart couples very much in love...
"What If We Married"
"What if we married the peninsula of my being
with the newfound continent of your hips.
We could explore the hinterlands together.
Deep canals might form to allow feeling ...[text shortened]... While Boston Slept", 1980,
(Boston Lad's unpublished poems).
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My 2008 Christmas stocking gift for any and all RHP Members who have
experienced the sudden astringency and lingering challenge of divorce...
"Better Finds"
"Once knew a man who wrote 1-minute poems
and it showed. No one would look at them
or be read to. They were not even fun.
Frankly, I told him, train conductors put more
into punching out tickets with their own
special die cut punches, all kinds of varied
and wonderful punchout shapes, than that.
My son and I used to pick the little punchouts
off the the seat cushions and floors of the New Haven,
better finds than pennies or chestnuts or flowers,
to play games with riding back from weekend
visitations, although we never saved them."
From "While Boston Slept", 1980,
(poems in a forgotten shoebox).
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyreminds me of the start of my oration during my divorce proceedings -
My 2008 Christmas stocking gift for any and all RHP Members who have
experienced the sudden astringency and lingering challenge of divorce...
"Better Finds"
"Once knew a man who wrote 1-minute poems
and it showed. No one would look at them
or be read to. They were not even fun.
Frankly, I told him, train conductors put mo ...[text shortened]...
From "While Boston Slept", 1980,
(poems in a forgotten shoebox).
..........
"I longed for
Your soft verges,
But you gave me
The hard shoulder.
Keep up the good work Bobby
Originally posted by Rene PogelRene, please check out the RHP general forum thread launched today titled "Ponder these... ". Members have contributed some great stuff.
reminds me of the start of my oration during my divorce proceedings -
"I longed for
Your soft verges,
But you gave me
The hard shoulder.
Keep up the good work Bobby