you maybe politely correct
to say happy holiday
but if you can't detect
the error of your way

you may feel a back lash
because leaving out the reason
and my beliefs, you bash
trying to take over the season

you try to rename it
and to redefine
but I'll reclaim it
that which is mine

this is my time of the year
you have your own
if you think I want to hear
greetings with Christ gone

"FRIENDHSHIP'S HAPPY BONDAGE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor. 27th November 2010.

Kickin' it at the "homestead"
yo-yo goin 'round,
a mesmerizin', tantalizin'
sight without a sound.

This world, it keeps on turnin'
spinning like a top;
without those revolutions
from the sky, our world would drop!

The circle of life keeps rollin'
and the cycle echos, growth,
good or bad, the life you've had
can't help but echo, both;

Love Is All I Can Share

I Belong To All

I love all religions
And
Celebrate all in equal fervour
Jesus
was then truly man’s saviour

Lord Buddha
preceded him
And
Allah
and
Gurunanak
followed,

Gandhi
is enrooted

For the morrow
Some day you will come
to learn reality

Religion is a basic formality,
Love is all that is needed
To hold together this ailing humanity
And
Hopefully
by now you knows it.

there are times where i cannot see,
what part of your forever belongs with me
you ask me about my feelings and when i don't care,
you are just sending me a healing stare...

but the truth is i really care for you,
that when i lost you in my life,what will i do?
though sometimes i've been a fool to you....
you're so much to me that i'll never let you go..

If you owned my heart,
Would you give me happiness?
If you loved me, let me know the truth
But
If you just like me, then keep me away
I may fall in love with you

Would you know me, kiss me?
Salute me and carry me to your horizon
Desire me and make me your feminine half
Let me be your queen, your majesty and consort
Imprison, and then release me
Torture me and cure me

Take me to where my world will meet yours
But please
Don’t free me too far from you

Basghetti is fun
But I like to eat lompster
And play with arbles.

Delerious shadows
taunting my dreams,
can't hear myself
over the screams;

unassuming silhouettes
jangle my brain,
as the voices of Twilight
slowly drive me insane.

Constantly echoed
the screams seem all blurred,
'til a collective syllable
starts forming a word;

then fragments start clinging
to the threads of a thought,
like pearls to a strand
with all that they've got!

There are no Vulcans anywhere
no Darth Vaders or androids
cruising around way out there
having fun with humanoids

Think of all the forms on Earth
all the myriad variations
why should another planet birth
semi-sapien imitations ?

Why not four legs, six, or eight ?
why have any legs at all
they might all well have the fate
to swim or fly or even crawl

Perhaps tentacles, not hands
octopi get by just swell
and even on the solid lands
elephant trunks work as well

Little birdies leave their nest

To pass or fail the test

Creating emptiness

In hearts of moms and dads

It’s happiness to see them fly so well

Feeling misty, knowing when they return

They’ll be reformed

No longer a mother’s child

Life is not the same

Now that they’ve matured

Final strings have been trimmed

They never return as before

An empty nest, quiet, filled with memories