schools are chained and padlocked
homes barred and latched up tight
dogs brought inside and hushed
even interstates snuffed of light

under blankets children hidden
slumped wives drivel drunk with fear
men despair in gibbered prayer
the unstoppable inevitably near

for the robots dance at midnight
till the bells all chime at dawn

law shut and shelved the books
clergy refuse to calm or collect
soldiers abandon silent generals
the front finds nothing to protect

Christmas Past

Blinking lights,
blue, red and green
glowing dull under
golden angel hair
silver tinsel sparking
colors in refraction
tears of pine bleeding
through the air
Christmas time
When you all were there.

His quill and ink are meant to heal and save.
His hearty words to fill the void and gaps.
His soul and mind have lived along to rave 
the manly pride and noble manners' lapse.

His secret love, a poem's sound, a guide
that tightly held the dreams that long have dwelt
into the humans' forts of time-inside
when time attacked and botched what they once built.

People press my buttons
I have so many I psychically resemble a Dalek

Unfortunately the response is similar
“Exterminate. Exteminate you fuckers”

Wishing my life away, dreaming a dream
buying a lotto ticket, not just me
Imagining a win, the cat got the cream
Ah, pay me mortgage, buy a wee mini
Doing whatever I want, be a scream
A few donations, sort out family
oh wow, my life will be heading upstream
If only reverie was reality
all my old sins, I atone and redeem
old friends out of woodwork , a mystery
Suddenly remembered me, it would seem
Basking in luck, revelling in glory
Ah well, may as well dream here as in bed
try getting into black and outta red

The near full moon
hangs
pregnant
bright
on this starry Christmas-eve night

I think of the young Mary
about to labour the pain of creation
and hold her new babe

oblivious
to future agony
.

Jamie was behaving strangely
His wife was filled with dread
Her once mild mannered husband
Had reindeer pyjamas in bed

He'd woken up early that morning
To take a conference call,
dressed up in his suit, his tie, to boot
but then did no work at all

He comes up the stairs to awaken her
And presents her with a thong
He takes of his tie and unzips his fly
And then starts singing a song

I miss you everyday
but today I miss you more

I make memories without you
theres a hole in the fabric of my mind

this holiday you loved so much
I celebrate in your name, secretly

I miss you more each year
and until we meet again

smiling tears will ever fall

I don't need a very, Brady Christmas...
and don't get me started, on that one about "ghosts"!

I want, my family's idiosynchracies,
not some family, for whom one boasts !

Growing up, there was our Uncle Johnny,
always irritated to the point, that he swore;

but, way before we arrived at our cousins,
we'd be arguing over, who gets the door !

What I'm sayin' is, it's only natural,
it's even documented, that reindeer can't hear;

Flowers of snow,
they blow about the sky like birds in flight,
a sight that sends the senses in a spin,
for deep within our hearts we love this dance,
this ballet-dance of nature,
as all is frozen, stilled;
and movement only comes
when winter wishes are fulfilled.