Monday, December 27, 2010

The Twelve Days of Christmas - revisited

Sick of Christmas Cheer?
Stuck interminably in all twelve of the days of Christmas?
Maybe it's time for something new?



On the first day of Christmas an ET gave to me
A Suitcase from a pear tree

On the second day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the third day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Three Fallen  Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the fourth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen  Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the fifth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen  Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree


On the sixth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Six Sparkling vampires
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the seventh day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Seven Planets spinning
Six Sparkling vampires
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree



On the eighth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Eight Robot Slaves
Seven Planets spinning
Six Sparkling vampires
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the ninth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Nine golden rings
Eight Robot Slaves
Seven Planets spinning
Six Sparkling vampires
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree


On the tenth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Ten Laser Guns
Nine golden rings
Eight Robot Slaves
Seven Planets spinning
Six Sparkling vampires
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the eleventh day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Eleven nuclear explosions
Ten Laser Guns
Nine golden rings
Eight Robot Slaves
Seven Planets spinning
Six Sparkling vampires
Five wooden stakes
Four eye-phones calling
Three Fallen Angels
Two Mutant Doves
and a
Suitcase from a pear tree

On the twelfth day of Christmas an ET gave to me
Twelve Spaceships Landing
On a world that's completely human free

The End

(Well, of course it is.)

A..J. Ponder - author page



Maybe one day I'll do a somewhat tidier version of this. But it more was more a bit of nonsensical fun than anything else.  Hope everyone is enjoying the festive season and having a bit of a break from work.  


Cheers.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Tuesday Poem: Secret Santa: Christmas, Downtown Melbourne by Pamela Morrison

Christmas, Downtown Melbourne

Ding dong

Ding

Dong


A man enters the post office

Ding dong

His knuckles are grey

Ding dong ding


He walks past the card stand

Dong ding

His feet are bare

Dong dong


He stops and bends down

Ding dong ding

His paper bag is ripped

Dong


He looks up at the roof

Ding dong

One eye is open, the other is half shut

Ding ding


He draws a deep breath

Ding

No-one sees him, no-one is looking

Dong



Now the man is starting to sing



The notes of Jerusalem

Are bold as a bell

They rise to the vault of the ceiling



Then descend



Every space is filled

Every person is still




The last note has landed


Shoppers and postal workers stomp and clap



Ding dong dong ding dong dong ding ding dong

Ding dong dong ding dong ding dong dong dong ding



A person in uniform walks to the man

Turns him, takes him away.



Pamela Morrison

Pam wrote this poem about a pre-Christmas experience she had several years ago. It seems rather sad that it ends the way it does - as she captures the magic and finally the pathos of the incident.

A Dunedin based poet, Pam is an ex-journalist who has had "the odd poem published."   Now in a completely different line of work, she's enjoying having no deadlines, and not having to write other people’s stories.  She loves sharing her work with others, and she is a fantastic part of the Tuesday Poetry blog group and an avid blogger -  more of her poems can be found here at her blog site where she continues to explore the world with words.

 So cheers Pam and all the other poets on the Tuesday Poem site for making this a memorable year in poetry.

A..J. Ponder - author page

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

This Way to Grandma's



You think you are
standing on the path

just talking

but your words give you away
they sell your loved ones,

and murder your future.

If I was not a wolf
your inevitable betrayal would make me cry

but I am what I am

so I lick my lips
and lean in

with  an affectation of slothfulness

swaggering in my certainty
that while you  see me

you cannot see through
to the wolf inside

How could you?

So be a lamb
And talk your way to the table.


A..J. Ponder - author page


Some poems can be moments of inspiration and some can take a little more -- encouragement.  This is one of those poems.  But while it hasn't been particularly obliging in itself, it has spawned at least two other poems so far, including: "fairy tale conventions."

To read the featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Blog—and link to other Tuesday Poets posting around NZ and the world—either click here or on the Quill icon in the sidebar.
(Also for anyone who likes a slightly twisted Little Red Riding Hood - Roald Dahl's version is here , I rediscovered it after I posted this.) or for more fairytale poetry click here to my Fairytale Poetry Hub

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Eulogy to battles lost

As requested this is a little homage to Firefly / Serenity (written 23rd November 2010).  Although if you don't like such things, I still believe the last verse to be worth reading. And yes there is deliberately no full stop at the end, for hope should never end with such finality. 



Take my love

You cannot miss
Slipping into space
On rickety engines
Tied together with
Chewing gum


Take my land

There's power in the verse
Even as heroes
Fall to wayside robbery
To survive, to get even,
To hide the truth of
A world
A universe
Bought and sold


Take me where I cannot stand

Malcontents
Hanging on a thread
Doctors, preachers, thieves
Breaking bread
Hiding chocolate
Toting guns
Retorting hot as fire
And cold as reckoning
Fools staking out a claim
to what they cannot hold


I don't care

So long as I'm flying
The inevitable betrayal
Should not hurt
So very much
Mere boulders knocked downstream.
River
Waterfall quick
Tumbles into madness
And away

 
I'm still free

A pretence as deep and wide
As the sky itself
Bound with
foolish reason
Cut through with civility


You can't take the sky from me

Bereft, 
the rooms
entwined with flowers
lie empty
a memorial to
those who died
A testament to hope


A..J. Ponder - author page  (of course the highlighted lines are from Joss Whedon - I hope he can forgive me, given this is a homage to his show)