Turkey DayTurkey for dinner with gravy and beetsTurkey Day22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
And a ham over the pit to slowly roast
Undo your buttons and dust off your seats
And let us find out who will eat the most
Cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie
Green beans, peas, and something tart
Pass the butter and don’t be shy
Turns out the gobbler wasn’t so smart
Crash on the couch and sleep off the meal
The mashed potatoes have got you down
Keys in your pocket dig and hurt to feel
And you can hear the parade stomp in town
And everyone’s dozed after the feast
Were this daily, it’d be easy living
But just once a year works at least
So you wish all a happy Thanksgiving
Poem - Another BirthdayAnother BirthdayPoem - Another Birthday1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Poem for Day 328 – 20151125
Another birthday out of the way.
Another year spent in this place.
Yearly nods to self and friends,
reminders of time's marching pace.
Younger ones mark the shorter lives,
the gulf between now and what used to be.
There is no need for jealousy,
the wheel will turn for them as well.
Move forward the generations,
they in my place with seasons passed.
I'll be moved beyond the veil
with my birthday a memorial.
People recognize their time together,
acknowledge both those close and those far,
we lucky ones of breath still had
and those who have passed beyond.
So light the candles on the cake,
raise the glass in loud salute.
Another year has pass us by,
mark it well in and carry on.
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Prettier Than MePrettier Than Me1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It was a heavenly feeling, lying next to him in bed
He wrapped his arms around me and "My love," he said.
"You know you can trust me right?", his eyes glimmered brown.
I smiled, I nodded, and I put my guard down.
I showed him my new ring, with a diamond it shined
He eyed the jewel closely and brought his eyes back to mine
He said, "It looks pretty, but I have to confess,"
"Nothing will ever be prettier than you, princess."
I blushed, I giggled, I cherished the night
And then he beamed his smile ever so bright.
Right that minute I knew, he was definitely to keep
Slowly I fell in love, and I fell deep asleep.
The next morning I woke up, to find myself alone
I held my breath and hoped he'd just gone out for a stroll.
But hours passed by, and slowly I started to frown,
I sat there in silence, as it all came crashing down.
I glanced down at my hand, that's when I realized,
My heart wasn't the only thing he stole last night.
Epigram: 'Autumn Frosts Have Slain July'[after Lewis Carroll's poem, "A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky"]Epigram: 'Autumn Frosts Have Slain July'1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
"Autumn frosts have slain July,"
so moves our London's weather without frills.
Accustomed warmth plunges to chills,
and certain, random whores must die
as some marked predator pursues his kills.