Whisper


There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
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There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
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There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
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There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.

31. Annual Thank You


It’s become tradition,
To write a thank you to all my readers,
Without you I’d be writing for nothing.
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Thank you for your Likes and Follows,
They are very appreciated,
And make this project worth while.
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This year has been amazing,
More than 800 visitors, 1100 views, 170 likes,
All thanks to you.
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So here’s to 2019,
A scary thought if you ask me,
For a 3 year project started in 2012.

27. Turkey Again! Again!


Why do we do this every year,
We over do it on christmas cheer,
And manage to cook more bird than we need,
So you end up with sandwiches, curries and all things turkey,
Somehow you find ways,
You’ve never done before,
To use the meat of the oversized bird,
Without letting any go to waste.

25. Turkey and Wine


Christmas time,
Turkey and Wine,
Parents mumbling Christmas rhymes.
There cake in the fridge,
Queen’s speech on the news,
Time to rejoice all the good we can do,
It’s a time for drinking,
A time for overeating,
A time for napping,
off all the food we have eaten.

 

 

25. Christmas Thanks


Thank you all,
For another year,
Of reading my attempt,
To spread Christmas cheer,
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The next week,
Will be new year,
So please keep reading,
The last countdown here.
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All that’s left,
Is for me to say,
Merry Christmas to you,
Happy New Year on the way.

22. Cold of Snow


The ground turns hard,
The sky turns grey,
The world becomes cold,
As we near the end of the day.
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The wind begins to howl,
The night begins to clear,
Giving way to the white,
Of Christmas Cheer.
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The children are out playing,
On the temporary play turf,
Making the most of it,
Before it goes for another year.

21. Happy Solstice


21st is here,
And that only mans one thing,
The darkest day of the year.
In history we would have freed,
The sun not returning,
Or the forest not being here.
Now we can appreciate,
The beauty of it all,
Now it is scientifically clear.
The sun will rise,
The trees will grow,
And winter will be here.