Poetry - December 2023
A Brief Flurry
As I look outside the window from the office
  And almost as if it's on cue for this time of year 
  There's a sense of some white stuff in the air
  And there's a small flurry coming down here
  It's not going to stick on the pavements
  And it certainly will go as quick as it arrived
  But seeing some of that happening in London
  Really did make me feel that we weren't deprived
  Lots of other places had white drifts of snow
  And that definitely made it feel more Winter
  So for it to even attempt to come down here
  Was something in the cold that was so bitter
  The brief flurry it may have been today
  But at least it showed that there could be snow
  And if that could happen on Christmas day please
  Then it'd just make the festive time so much you know. 
(Think it lasted for around half an hour, but being in the office and seeing that brief flurry of snow fall was rather beautiful.)
Walking in the Air
 Forty one years ago I can remember
  Sitting in the front room Christmas Eve
  Being enchanted by an animated film
  That had a moment to cherish but one to grieve
  It had no words, just music to tell the tale
  And felt just so perfect because of that
  So when I heard there's a theatre show
  I wanted to go and definitely see all that
  It was an enchanting hour and a half
  Where the characters all danced and came to life
  With the snowman and boy walking in the air
  With so many happy people forgetting their strife
  It was just a lovely distraction from the world
  As the music played and the snowman did fly
  There was a beautiful momen with a ballerina
  That made this grown man almost cry
  Most of all it was enchanting to the end
  And the beauty of being less is more was the case here
  So thank you Peacock Theatre for such a good show
  And one that I'm now in my own way hold dear.
  
(The Snowman, on stage. It was rather good!)
Not The Answer
Everything has been painful
  Everything has been hurtful, you know
  But the moment has come in life
  When it is time to say farewell and go
  As you think about things solemnly
  How things could have been different
  How if you had tried harder
  You wouldn't be in such a lament
  You'd still be with the woman you love
  The one you thought you adored
  The one whose head you messed up
  When you played away when you were bored
  And drunk and pissed; so what do you do now?
  You think to yourself as you arrive home
  You're realising the truth dawning
  That in fact you are all alone
  You turn to alocohol in your time of sadness
  And as time develops with you
  The dependancy turns into more
  And more as you feel more blue
  Everyone is supporting you with kindness
  But you punish yourself more each day
  As you drink beyond the safe limits
  And soon you can't wait till it's payday
  Where you go into the public house
  And stay there for hours on end
  Until you realise your mind had lost it
  And that's where you abuse your friend
  The one who tried to be supportive
  The one who was there for you
  The one who's now facing your ugly mouth
  Of four letter words and a gob of goo
  Soon you arrive home wrecked
  Life isn't getting any better at all
  But instead of making the plea for help
  You just drink yourself into the wall
  Soon you're addicted and no one is there
  You need to go into rehabiliation
  But be warned this: drink is not the answer
  For life's occasional bad situation.
(A reminder, especially at Christmas, that turning to drink isn't the answer to solve everything.)
The Two Rules Of Christmas
It has to be the first of December at least
  Before I will even entertain any talk
  Of having a festive merry Christmas time
  And going for a snow capped Winter walk
  But it also needs to be the right time
  In order not to be saturated by shopping
  And other activities where everywhere is rammed
  Which just means you want to be stopping
  Also there needs to be a song played
  And a famous one at that as well 
  Where the lead singer proclaims it is Christmas
  And once I've heard it, all should be well
  It was early December in my love's car
  Where she played some Christmas songs
  And on the way to have Plum Pudding beer
  It didn't take very long
  Until we heard Noddy Holder do his thing
  And proclaim "It's Chriiiiiiiiiiistamas!"
  And as I had the festive beer later
  I knew that the rules were met, no fuss. 
(Remember, the two rules of Christmas are that it is not Christmas until 1 - It is at least December, and 2 - Noddy Holder of Slade says it is on their Christmas song. If rule 1 isn't met, rule 2 doesn't count..)
Festive Cat Haiku
 Brian feels festive
  He wants his stocking right now
  Lots of Dreamies too. 
 (Brian the cat adores a good cat stocking for Christmas, especially if there just so happens to be some treats in there. And Dreamies, always Dreamies..)