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Oil (Haiku)

Energy reserves
Where oil equates to new gold
Lubricating greed

Santa’s Wish List

Have you ever stopped and wondered
That Santa might get bored
Of mince pies, port, brandy and wine
When he is all aboard
His laden frosty sleigh
Out there on Christmas Eve
Away from elves and family
That he might make believe
Of lists of gifts he’d really love
The things he’d like the best
If Father Christmas came to him
And gave him a days rest?

Have you ever thought what he’d ask for
Things that would bring a smile
To Santa’s face if he was graced
With time off once a while
For perhaps he’d ask for vodka
Or even Christmas cake
Maybe a festive sweater
Scarf, socks or garden rake
Or maybe a new reindeer
A friend to help Rudolf
Or possibly clubs and new balls
For North Polonian Golf

But in truth I think he’d ask for
More peace and harmony
A planet that knew only love
And true equality
A place where guns lay silent
Where all would be as one
With lighter hearts and wonder bright
Where each would get along
Where poverty was ended
Where all water was clean
Where jealousy diminished
Leaving grass so very green

And so on Christmas Eve
When children go to bed
Perhaps it’s time to think again
When man all dressed in red
Pops down your chimney quickly
To fill stockings by tree
For he who makes a difference
Will inspire each to surely
Help Santa have his wish list
Past mince pies on his way
To give the gifts he craves the most
Kindness this Christmas Day

Father Christmas (1991 film)

Father Christmas (1991 film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Winter Solstice

Originally posted on Ginz&Tonic:

Well that was such a short short day
Just where did it all go?
The moon rose quite late in the morn
And went down quick not slow
But what a spectacle it was
Up in the bright night sky
The stars a-shining out at once
A nebulous up high
And peaking from behind the clouds
The winter solstice moon
To herald in the shortest day
That came and went quite soon.

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Each face tells a story
Recalling memories
Etching in contours of life
From yesteryear unto tomorrow

Chrimbo Sparkle

Add a little sparkle
Spread a little light
Splatter joy in others hearts
With peace and comfort bright

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I Dream Of A Lie In

I dream of a lie in
Time to remain as one with the duvet
Deaf to the alarm’s morning rants
And the cockerel’s early wake up call

I dream of a lie in
Missing the sun as she rises in the sky
To slumber; to sleep; to relax
Absorbed in a good book

I dream of a lie in
Imbued by the warmth of roasted coffee
Percolating tranquility
Where drapes remain drawn
And busyness is but an illusion

Yes I dream of a lie in
One day ….

Cones

There are sentries on our roads
All dressed in red and white
That line the highways mile on mile
Without giving insight
As to a reason why they’re there
For in their loyal rows
The empty passage t’other side
Leaves us out of the know
For it appears they simply stand
On guard biding their time
In conical formation and
With no reason and no rhyme!
Saluting all the traffic
As it just trundles by
The cones directing queues of cars
To jam! Oh how I sigh!

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