Christmas Appeal
Let’s give as much as we can
as long as we don’t have to dip into our pockets
‘cos we’re no longer a fan
of scroungers, or their hand-out pets.
Let’s face it, nobody likes being in the red
says a redundant Father Christmas-to-be, during the hols.
Every soldier who comes home dead
is no present for those wrapped up in New Year polls.
So, let’s get together for one last effort
not talking turkey so no-one gets hurt.
But, as usual, in someone’s house
The Nativity Scene gets cordoned off as evidence against somebody’s spouse.
Christmas Trees
I stick ‘em up and take ‘em down
Like evergreen wedding gowns,
Birthday wishes and wakes,
Séances, siestas and wide-eyed somnambulist fakes.
I protest on sleepwalking marches
And plant big oaks, fickle firs and laughing larches.
If you’re not bright and brilliant,
Be thick and resilient.
Merry Black Mood Xmas
Walking with Christmas Past, Present and Future,
The ghosts I used to be with have disappeared
While those I know or will are to be feared.
Last night, I went to midnight mass
To put a cross on my Big Mistakes confessional form.
As the others took the host
I felt like a guest, like the most distant soulless.
If you really want to know,
There’s nothing to know.
There’s something going on six-foot underground
Signing autographs as a ghost writer’s shadow
Looking for the nobody you lost and found.
You’ve got your rock ’n’ roll hat on
Stuck in the lift as an act of defiance.
Messed up in a moment of madness
When common sense seemed like rocket science.
Calm down, there’s some way to go to obscurity.
Finish the bottle, and take a fall and a bow.
Things jump out and scare you stiff when you’re jumpy.
You’ll find out in the morning, and how.
Viciousmas Circle
Looking at the Xmas masses
late minute shopping or shoplifting
Class acts busk entertaining the classes
as they freezewrap up begging to those Xmas gifting.
A Santa Claus round every corner
ready for a conveyor belt of cloned kids
hides behind a beard for a shift yawner
and can’t wait to get some Xmas cheer to lift drooping eyelids.
Messages fly around from social media nests
wishing loved ones a slurring sleigh of a day
while stalkers and drunken pests
get doubly dangerous or bussed sexting away.
As the religiously forgotten celebrate
the birth of their saviour
advertisers remind consumers of deadline dates
for not-to-be-missed-offers til next year.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
