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Holiday Poetry by Ebby
Welcome, holiday traveler. You have reached the section of my realm containing poetry by Ebby. A talented writer, I thank Ebby for entering. May Ebby's holiday season be merry and bright.
my karma's all messed up
All muscles and lip-balm you pulled up a chair,
while Old Confucious fed the fire,
And I don't like where this is leading,
This Pan's off to T�r-na-n�g.
Running through the rain, it never snows at Christmas,
I found you on New Year's Eve somewhere,
Your Tinkerbell tendencies drive me insane,
This Pan's off to T�r-na-n�g.
Flashing lights on Christmas Trees,
Tinsel wrapped in my hair,
we danced a little tango,
Before skating through the air.
What would Buddha think ( my karma's all messed up )
All permed hair and make-up you offered a drink,
While old Confucious fed the flames,
And I don't like where this is leading,
This Cowboy's off to He^ven.
Swimming through the clouds, the gate's closed at Christmas,
I found you on New Year's Eve somehow,
Your saintly sentiments scrape my brain,
This Cowboy's off to He^ven.
Christmas lights at roundabouts,
Headlights feeling jealous,
We sang a little carol,
Before running through the chorus,
What would Buddha think ( my karma's all messed up )
.......what's she singing............
.......should I be............
.......where's it going.........
.......coherence...........
All hairgel and breath-mints, you flashed a smile,
While Old Confucious watched with glee,
And I don't like your lack of blue,
This rent-boy's calling a cab.
Flying to the moon, watching out for santa,
I found you on New Year's Eve somewhy,
Your Dorothy dependancies inflame me,
This rent-boy's calling a cab.
Coloured lights at New Year's parties,
Tinsel on the dancefloor,
WE lost ourselves in music,
Before clicking our heels some more.
What would Buddha think ( there's no place like home )
snowdrifts of time.......
with holidays coming,
I sat facing the door,
thinking of you,
wondering.
As the 25th approached,
your face had not appeared,
the radiant hue of the stars,
glowed through the open door,
as I waited your return.
with holidays nearly over,
I stayed at the door,
thinking of you,
wondering.
The day dragged to a halt,
The snow froze time,
Piling in the doorway,
Gathered around my feet,
the clocks stopped ticking.
with holidays over for me,
I rested my head,
not thinking of you,
sleeping.
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Ebby
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