Author: Rhymesalot

A Christmas Tale

Happy Holidays

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Chapter 1 ~ the Beginning

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All’s quiet this early winter’s night.

Embers fade in the candles dancing light.

I was thinking of Christmas, many years past.

Those fond old memories, now fading fast.

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I recalled when our home came alive.

I was just a small girl of about five.

It was a grand old house for mom, dad and me.

Sat perched on a hill overlooking the sea.

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It’s still a museum in our little town.

It was built by a General of historic renown.

Shared with his bride Martha, she had a sad life.

The General’s a hero, she a young widowed wife.

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We cared for the house and gave the tours.

All year-long we opened our doors.

We welcomed the guest to step back in time.

So come on in and share our rhyme.

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I lay awake and tossed and turned.

Thinking of…

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Courting Dimensions

We see in two dimensions, why do we need three?

When depth’s always hidden within you and me

Like engraved images in a dusty old book

Just flat lines multiplying the closer we look

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A ball’s three dimensional, though all the same

Dribbled on flattened courts, we all call a game

Shooting for stars – settling for net

Thinking two dimensionally that’s all you get

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We’ve all the axes: X, Y and Z

Why would one not think in 3D?

This third dimension’s for all to score

Winners share in its depth evermore

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Porta-Poetry* Triku

*Rated IA (Immature Adult)

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Tissue Shrouds –

No matter the seats

An outhouse be – pit alone

Assesses its tone

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Haste Makes Waste –

Like the hasty turd

Rushing to an open door

Nourishing no more

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A Pig with Lipstick –

A penned little pig

Who plays in yesterday’s poo

Is someone’s lunch too

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