MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Santa’s Dream’

Mrs Santa cooks a storm
for this special day
yet her man the Santa
spends the night away

riding away reindeers
dodging violent storms
climbing out of chimneys
tricks of the trade performs

giving the gift of christmas
to kids young at heart
red dress white facial hair
in the costume looking smart

after the feast in solitude
his missus nods off in her chair
the evening news keep blaring on
christmas carols in the air

she dreams of days gone by
before his current role
the money were a bit tight
when Nick was on the dole

came the christmas poems
then the famous Cola ad
brought in many precious gifts
young Nick has never had

his attitude and caring nature
wishing well and sharing cheer
brought him fame out of the parish
giving back since year after year

the story of a well-to-do person
not too young and not too old
kingdom built out of not much
word of mouth and heart of gold

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Christmas Fairytale’

the year comes to a close
few more days of cheer
fill our stockings

red green and gold
color everywhere
display of lights

the hunt for presents
visible at the mall
no price too high

on the holy day
eat drink and chat
little too much

year after year
the same rituals
followed to the letter

anchored in
the collective mind
the illusion of Santa

sleigh reindeers the works
the story that never
gets old

no talk of when
or if ever will
Santa retire

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Gran Memories’

soft humming of the ceiling fan
for some mysterious reason
brings up memories of my grandmother
her kitchen always smelled of food
while the pantry hid some treasures

delicious translucent cheese
the kind that contains zero fat
the smell grows stronger
with more time in the open

there were healing herbs
collected in pristine meadows
dried on trays in the shade
used to heal ailments

we collected more herbs
than all of us could utilize
during the year so the rest
was obtained by a health store

in the pantry were also treats
one particular comes to mind
it was a juicy pink chewing gum
that did the biggest bubbles

it was right on the top shelf
so that we kids would not reach
we had to ask for it to get one
a measure to protect our teeth

my granny had some tricks
down her apron ‘sleeve’
she knew how to stop cough
with a help of a fatty onion

another delicatessen from
the seasonal kitchen of my nan
yellow apples from the garden
fermented in a sauerkraut crockpot

they still had a nice crunch
yet were full of the kraut juice
so sweet and sour flavored
perfect to bite into for a snack

granny also made her own pasta
dough rolled by hand
the sheets then dried
on tea towels on a sofa

when we came for xmas
the special folklore cookies
many shapes forms and tastes
all perfectly decorated to savor

xmas at nana also meant
there were mandarins
the fruit signaling arrival
of the winter season

and as the ceiling fan
now blows away the heat
these dusted memories
fly back to their former
location

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘On A Different Note’

On a paper note
Shining in the dark
He stumbled upon in the park

Cheering now with joy
Ideas fly through his head
Prawns and booze he will get

Festive season upon us
As holidays proceed
It’s time for a decent feed

Prawns from a fish shop
Barbeque that hits the spot
After few drinks lost the plot

Dancing bare and singing
Covered in the midday breeze
Under a canopy of mature trees

Sleepy head and tired looks
He lays down by the table
No longer conscious or able

Woken by a gagging smell
Not much that could be said
Sound that resonates his head

Prawns no longer recognized
His hair in unorderly fashion
Fire alarm for his burning passion

Beep Beep with compassion