Poetry Blogs (2017, Christmas)
Okay, listen up, y’all.
I spent Christmas in England,
And this is what I saw.
They got something called a Christmas Pudding
I don’t know why--it ain’t got no pudding in it at all.
It’s just a big fruity mess
Rotting in fat and alcohol.
First they take dried fruit, sugar, and peelings,
Mix it with some flour, spices, eggs, and brandy,
Add some stuff I can’t remember,
Monday 18th December 2017 11:11 am
A rain of dreams on the night landscape
A childhood illusion that yearns to celebrate
the joy of new dawns...
The warm gesture of friendship
Awakening from a dream that seeks
the miracle in where love is reborn
© Noris Roberts
Thursday 14th December 2017 6:34 pm
Prophets in disguise
Search the skies, oh so wise,
Tears, like atoms, don’t decay
Love, like photons, light the way.
A babe against a warmy chest
Dreamt of nets filled with fish
Whilst flight across sand and seas
Brought the donkey to his knees.
All mixed up in snow and ice,
Discarded plastics choke Christmas mice;
We, fat as turkeys, but leaflet thin,
Sunday 3rd December 2017 7:17 pm
As the year moves ever closer to it’s end,
I wish to call out to each and every friend,
to say I wish them all peace and goodwill,
with plenty to eat & even some wine to spill.
The greatest gift I could wish to see for us all,
would be peace and love forever, so that we’d recall,
it started one Christmas and was then always adored,
I believe if we share goodwill we never would be bored.
Friday 24th November 2017 3:36 pm
There are homes and then there's children's homes
There are children's homes and then there are children's homes
The one I knew was a home from home
Age four mum and her sister set one up
With hard work, love and courage
The biggest house my young eye's had seen
A large dappled wooden rocking horse to gallop and whoop for good
A magic garden with its own small wood
Friday 15th September 2017 5:31 pm
Candy canes, mistletoe, and little flakes of snow
Toasts to be givens, marsh mellows that float on cocoa, smiles are spread and stories are told, this time of year you should never feel alone
Saturday 21st January 2017 11:13 am
Love, friendship, understanding.
It's time to put you back in the cupboard
With the rest of the decorations.
Farewell international peace
We'll get you out again in time for next twenty fourth
So we can play at Christianity for twelve days
Why can't we practise Christmas
Goodwill all year, 1 wonder?
Oh well, goodbye.
Hello hate, war...
Thursday 5th January 2017 10:03 pm