Christmas Fairy Blues.

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Christmas Fairy Blues.

It’s not fair it’s a shame

Christmas has come and gone again.

I am cold and put on weight

All those chocolates I normally HATE!

The holly has all gone from the halls,

And someone broken my best baw-balls!

There is a bit of Christmas tree

Stuck up part of my anatomy.

It is cold and bloody wet

But no one gives a damn about me I bet.

No one worries about the Christmas fairy

As long as she is cute and pert and not BIG AND HAIRY.

The snow has gone and turned to slush

The dogs  are eyeing  me up  would help if I SHOUTED MUSH!

Santa came, he was drunk, and rough

And now this fairy is UP THE DUFF.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Angel.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a small figure of an angel, releasing a dove of peace. Around the angel are lighted candles, pine cones and a small wooden donkey

Angel

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?

Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

A child can be robbed of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

The angel watches she see it all.

She see the pain, watches tears fall.

Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

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Today I have done a rewrite of an old poem. It is not the original poem I wrote for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

One-Liner Wednesday. Christmas.

Image from Pixabay.

Love and kindness is for every day , not just for Christmas.

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Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday: Gingerbread Men.

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#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 208, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Image by Biljana Jovanovic from Pixabay

This weeks theme is:

“Holiday Traditions”

What is tradition? By definition, tradition is:

• The passing down of elements of a culture from generation to generation, especially by oral communication.
• A mode of thought or behaviour followed by a people continuously from generation to generation; a custom or usage.

Colleen said. “I consider all of you to be part of my poetic family, so let’s create a huge collaborative garland cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) sequence of poetry that connects to each other like a garland of poetry wrapped around a holiday tree.”

Christmas Traditions.

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Christmas
Life memories
Christmas Eve shopping done.
One the bus, we’re all talking fun.
Mum’s tired.

Home to
Warm house and Dad
Hot cuppa can’t be bad.
Fir tree waits for its festive garb.
Cosy.

We all
Make paper chains
Huddling around the fire.
Singing carols,like a choir
Tuneful

Baking
Mum in kitchen
The smell is delicious.
Mince pies by the dozen, tempt us
Scrummy.

Then off
Off to church they
All go, Mum and I dress the tree.
It’ll be ready when they return
To see.

Christmas
Memories to
Hand down, decorating
The hearth and tree, cosy, cooking.
Sleepy.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka

Winter Solstice.

Image from Pixabay

Cold  the  winter, bare  the  trees

The  berries are  all long  gone

Harsh  the  wind , the  water set  to  freeze

Still, hush all around  not even a  bird’s  song.

Expectant  they  wait, as  they  always do

For  the  flap  of  wings  that brings  the  news

Frost in  the  morning  and  the  evening  too

Tempers  fray and  sort  is the  fuse.

Finally  his  wings  are  heard approaching

Excitement  grows  for  the  news  he  brings

He has  seen  the  change  encroaching

The dark  has reached  it’s  length,  he  sings

The messenger,  the  lone  black  Raven

Tells them  they  have  reached  the  Soltice

Rejoice and  make  your praise  to  heaven

The Light will now  return, we can prepare  the feast.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 337 Open and Solace

Image from Pixabay

Covid strikes again.

Borders no longer open.

Nature bears her teeth.

No solace to be found here.

Christmas is cancelled for all.

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This week I have written a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Wordless Wednesday 16th December 2020. Spot Vlad.

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Wordless Wednesday. Hubby’s Handy Work.

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The A Mused Poetry Contest 11/14 – 12/11/2020

The Christmas Email 🎄

T’was the night before Christmas, I’m peeling the sprouts,
I’ll regret it tomorrow of that I’ve no doubts.
I’ve spent hours wrapping pressies for under the tree.
Everyones socially distancing so it’s up to me.
This year’s been a bummer so I thought let’s spread the joy
(cough) Here’s our news which is bound to annoy.
Lets start with grandpa well he’s loosing the plot
he’s been stalking the estate quite a lot.
Since they said he can drive no more,
he’s been acting like a bear with a head that’s sore!
Hubby has been busy washing hands and making masks
when people get too close he takes them to task.
Jerome, Cathy and Hermione are fine,
in and out of school all the time.
Fighting over computer, laptop and tablet …all of them mine!
We’ve all had to isolate at different times ,
we’ve done as we’re told to avoid fines!
We’re all sick of watching the neighbours breaking the rules.
How will we ever be rid of this Covid surrounded by fools.
The chickens stopped laying last week,
the hamsters are missing we’ve not heard a squeak.
We’ve had our fair share of hospitals and Ambulances too.
But to be fair in lockdown there’s not much to do!
My goodness is that the time,
I must get this sent then open the wine.
Merry Christmas to you and your bubble,
let’s hope 2021 is less trouble.
The Vaccine is coming we’ll all grow two heads..I don’t really care, in 100years we’ll all be dead!

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Part of Chelsea Owen’s mused poetry Challenge.