Never Lose Hope – The Mush From The Hill

First published on Free Verse Revolution for their December theme Hope.

I hope you enjoy; see what I did there. I crack myself up 😁

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There’s no better time than now

When the world is so fraught

With hurt, pain and sadness

T’is the season to be jolly

Open your hearts, your souls

To the wonder that Christmas brings

 

Peace on earth and good will to all

Doesn’t that sound so much more than

“Get out of my face you bum and get a job”

Better than

“You’re just weighing me down I don’t need you”

Love thy Neighbour

 

There’s no cliché in Christmas

So don’t look for it

Celebrate the hope and the joy it brings

For it can endure

Be the hand that reaches out

As the light of a single candle reaches through the dark

 

Be joy; be love, be hope!

Not just Christmas Day but everyday

Let the Yuletide Spirit fill you

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My Special Guest tonight is…

Clement Clarke Moore and A Visit from St. Nicholas.

How can you not love this. I’m sure it warms the cockles of every heart and if it doesn’t then… BAH Humbug on you !!!

Until I did my homework I always thought it was called “The Night Before Christmas” some also call it “T’was the Night Before Christmas” from its first line. Whatever you call it it’s brilliant. Everything a Christmas poem should be and more.

Digging deeper though it seems there’s a little scandal behind it. It was first published anonymously in 1823 and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who claimed authorship in 1837. Some commentators now believe the poem was written by Henry Livingston Junior, (Oww Err Mrs). Well whoever wrote it… Bravo!

Merry Christmas Everyone!

A Visit from St. Nicholas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

 

And mamma in her ‘kerchief’, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

 

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

 

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

 

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

 

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

 

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

 

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

 

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

 

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too —

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

 

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

 

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

 

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

 

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

 

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

 

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

 

Image from Pixabay, Modified by JRFC

Christmas Muse

Well, we’ve done it again. I present to you a sexy little collaboration to warm up those cold Christmas nights thanks to the wonderful imagination and fine writing talent of Tara Caribou over at Raw Earth Ink.

This is my second piece of work with Tara (check out our first collaboration here or here, your choice) and I can’t help but be appreciative of her open imagination. She’s a braver writer than I, which is a big help, bringing out a different side to my writing. Thanks T.

Enjoy, I know I did (teehee).

Christmas Muse

I’m just a humble poet with very little need

Making people happy my one true deed

Inspirations come in all shapes and measures

But oh my Christmas Muse she doth give me pleasures

 

Lay on the bed and wait for me

Crack the window for you will see

This cold night when I come for you

Open my gift, you know what to do

 

She comes to me in the middle of my dreams

O’er frosted air and yuletide moonbeams

My muse there stands in front of me

In my mind’s eye, she is all I see

 

You find me standing there a pace

Decked in white ribbons and red lace

You have been so good, baby

Here’s a little present to you from me

 

She knows my wishes as I wait in my bed

And sleep brings lustful dreams to my head

The image of her is want and desire

Sacred revelation awakens sexual fire

 

When I release this pretty little bow

Lace reveals silky skin for you to know

Quietly as the gentle music plays

A provocative dance my mood betrays

 

Her skin like porcelain, delicate to the touch

Flaming red hair bounce’s insomuch

As to reveal her breasts firm and round

As she dances to sweet melodic sounds

 

Slowly my movements your fire does stoke

Using your hands to touch and stroke

Leaning down I kiss you passionately

Peppermint lips and a bit chocolatey

 

Her gentle weight lies squarely on me

She gives of herself devoted and freely

Lips caress our tongues serpentine

With tender moans our bodies combine

 

Feeling my hips tastily grind and move

Our breaths in panting ecstasy prove

I am the best gift you’ll ever open

See, when you are good then you earn a ten

 

The dream goes on at a frenzied pace

Thrust after thrust, our spirits embrace

And as our climax brings ecstasy

We fall from each other in harmony

 

Now close your eyes and rest your head

Continue your dreams of me in red

I can’t stay away, what’s a girl to do?

Tomorrow night I will return to you

 

As morning comes and I awake

The dream is over, the day it breaks

Her touch, her smell remains with me

My Christmas Muse, she’ll always be

 

Copyright © Tara Caribou & JRFC December 2018
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