Twenty-Twelve

I think I’ll take it upon myself
To call this new year Twenty-Twelve.
And not two thousand and whatever.
Twenty-Twelve is so much better.
It sounds nice and alliterate.
You should too or at least consider it.

ANTICI…..

Expectations knocked up,
fantasies that should be locked up,
I await,
the coming evening to anoint.
Not sure which wick we’ll burn,
which twist we’ll take,
which turn,
but I know you never disappoint.

The Blowing Sucks

It’s harsh and cold,
Keeps things in flux,
The wind may blow,
But it also sucks.

My Folded Steel Beauty

I never thought
I could love a thing
As much as I love
My folded steel beauty.

I could stare at it for hours.
Admiring the swirling patterns
Of the Damascus steel blade.
Forged and pounded
By an expert
Japanese craftsman.

And using it.
Better than sex.

I understand now
Why chefs are so attached
To their knives.
And so possessive of them.
It’s not just
Another kitchen tool.

It’s a thing of beauty.
To be loved
And cherished
And used for a lifetime.
More faithful and reliable
Than most lovers are.

To the Grinches

Just so we’re clear,
I have no wish to hear,
About how much hate
Christmas, my dear.
You may think it’s tragic,
But for me, it’s still magic.
Commercial or not,
Christmas means a whole lot.
If you cannot be happy,
Do not take it from me,
May happiness find you,
And Merry Christmas,
To you!

Christmas Discretion

It’s Christmas time,
So be discreet,
Keep your pain packaged,
All tight and neat,
Don’t let it show,
To no girl or boy,
Don’t ruin others Christmas joy,
Just keep it bundled,
For yourself,
Try and hide it,
On the shelf,
Your tears will dry,
The anguish smother,
Then this day will pass,
Just like any other.

FACEBOOK CHRISTMAS

T’was the night before Christmas,
And no way to deny it,
Things were quite calm,
Even Facebook was quiet,
It seemed most were offline,
And had gone to their beds,
While visions of email cards,
Danced in their heads,
All was done that could be done,
And the timing was right,
To say Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a goodnight,
May your Christmas be grand,
For thee and for thine,
Though you’ll not see this,
Till you come back online.
;o)

TWISTED PANTIES

Are you stepping on eggshells?
Saying what is expected?
Avoiding waves and swells,
Politically corrected?
Are you afraid that it’s crude,
To put a nose out of joint?
Feel like you’re being rude,
Trying to make your own point?
Don’t worry so much,
Just learn to speak free,
Don’t use “nice” as a crutch,
We’re not supposed to agree,
We’re supposed to be true,
Express ourselves clearly,
Just speak for you,
Hang onto that dearly,
Step on a few toes,
Every fence can be mended,
And no one’s died as that goes,
From just being offended,
So let down your charade,
Stop your resisting,
I’m sure panties were made
To stand knotting and twisting.

For My Students on the Day Before Christmas Vacation

I didn’t have time to write a poem for you.
I just couldn’t come up with anything new.
A Christmas poem sure would have been nice,
About Santa Claus and elves and snow and ice.
But I just can’t think of a rhyme for snow.
These things don’t write themselves, you know.
So I offer my apologies, and wish you good cheer.
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

SNOWFLAKES

Though they met at high velocity,
I sensed no animosity,
But it piqued my curiosity,
And I wondered how they felt,
As they fell from up above,
In a dizzy bump and shove,
Were they just looking for love,
In the knowledge they’d soon melt?