Norman liked to be alone;
His best friend was his mobile phone.
He preferred the glowing case
to any boring human face.
Tag: <span>poem</span>
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
Remember – Don’t Forget – React – Stand up – Speak up – Reach out – Listen – Open up – Forgive – Heal
In winter
all the singing
is in the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird
It was the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
On New Year’s Day a year ago,
I started off the year
by making resolutions
that were probably severe.
The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
…So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
“Disappointment
Can do a couple things.
It can drop you into a giant
sucking sinkhole of
depression,
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story’s told