A Single Woman's New Year Limerick

A Single Woman's New Year's Limerick

By David P. Cantrell

New year has a boisterous cheer

That we all hope to hear

   You're the one I love

   You're my snuggle-dove.

Can this be our new year?

If you know my name

And it's not a game

  Of course it can

  My new found man

If you lie it's your shame.

I do not lie

I hope to die

  Your name's no stranger

  But your face is angered

Should I fly?

No my beau

I await your show

  That I'm you pal

  Your real gal

That's all I need to know.

Watch to the ball

It's about to fall

  I'll show my stuff

  I'll not be tough

If you'll give me your all.

I think not my New Year's knight

Your silver tongue is a fright

  I'll give you a kiss

  That I hope you miss

But, home alone I'll go this night.

A Dark Christmas Poem

A Dark Christmas Poem

By: David P. Cantrell

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is all correct?

Is all a wreck?

Are they snugly placed?

Are they really safe?

Will the morn be bright?

Will the presents be right?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is love unbound?

Is love unfound?

Are they tickled true?

Are they actually blue?

Will time be fine?

Will minds unwind?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is family the reason?

Is family the treason?

Are they here for me?

Are I here for them to see?

Will I be glad I came?

Will I bring them shame?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.

Is mercy and forgiveness what’s it about?

Is money and sales the thing to shout?

Are religion and god the important thing?

Are mercy and forgiveness the real thing?

Will we seek a better way to reach the sky?

Will we seek a quicker way to die?

Christmas is a time of year.

Christmas is a time of fear.