X-Mas

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I wanna love Christmas

Like I used to, like the real meaning, like what I see in it

Like what its revealing is greed, cheese and grief

I want to like Christmas and believe in it like voters do party leaders

I want to toe the party line but the shoes don’t fit

It’s a bit hit and run but the bill still has to be paid

That’s one less Costa to cover cost of overdraft fees

One more pound shop run to save pennies until the penny drops

Eat until you’re full, stop for the Queen’s speech because your mum’s got a thing for the Princes

Bed blocking traditions refuse to die quick enough

We sign our names to paper platitudes to Tim and Sue from the office who don’t use tissue or sanitiser when they sneeze

Snipe them any other day of the week and hug them at the end of year party

Pass you the shotgun you wouldn’t lack for a cartridge for your favourite partridge

I remember singing carols with neighbours I knew the names of.

Now we send cards with their house number and our names on

Wish them happy New Year until we move away or we’re desperate.

Prayers for the elders who forget that they have families as they fade away

Prayers for the families without loved ones for the first time.

Prayers for the messy breakups that felt more like Halloween

Maybe I liked Christmas for what I thought it could be

Never used to have a tree because someone told me it was Pagan

Mistletoe cheek taps from strangers in the name of merriment might cause cases

My presence in some places is the best I can plump for

Prayers for parents who can’t afford their kids Christmas jumpers

Prayers for the homeless sleeping in car park basements

I used to love Christmas when it wasn’t goodwill for facebook

I used to love Christmas when being viral wasn’t infectious

It’s not all bad I get Caribbean and English breakfasts

Being awake at 6 am to see smiles as guessing games start

I liked Christmas when we appreciated thought and heart

Maybe I’d love it if the well wishes were more than a spark

I want to love Christmas, I really want to love Christmas.

Somehow I just can’t…. without you.

White Christmas

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
The kind where the sun rekindles its romance with the snow caps
Where snow men and choirs of angels slow dance
Whispering I love you to the ocean deep
See her smile is like Ivy
Inviting glad tidings to clamber inside of me
Producing designs on the evergreen epitome of unhampered festivities till my heart is hungry for holly soliloquies
Giving me food for thought
I mean Prawn cocktail soup or fruit for starters,
Roast chicken pork or beef is nice to eat with
Apple sauce turkey and cranberry,
My plate’s a jamboree
Oh how can it be
That I’m awake to taste the feast of a queen
but I’d rather sleep so I can Dream
Of White Christmas
Snoring sweet nothings like recited scriptures
Decorating her tree of knowledge with presence and babbling baubles of boisterous bliss
Dangling dawdling discord over the hearth of a warm heart like filled stockings over a mantel piece
Where feuding families ceasefire and foster fragrant flames of decorum
And peace is the productive pupil of purposeful prudence enjoying a purple patch because
Want and wondering have wondered in to wisdom
For wishing well is genuine genius
YOU KNOW
I’m dreaming but
Sleeping with one eye open is two tenths of the law
I’m just trying to activate my santa clause
Cos I want
My white Christmas

Good old Crimbo

The world has changed how we really see Christmas
As a kid it was all top pops and Christmas singles
Nativities, the snowman, all the joys of giving
Has it lost its glimmer, is it more of a business?
Where happiness is manufactured like boybands and reality show series

Enraptured by the period, playing blind to the contrived
I’m yet to know what Cliff Richard meant by Christian rhyme
I’m sharing Christ till eternity, that’s Christian time
Would you mind sharing kisses, I have mistletoe and wine.
Like showing your affection before and after valentines
Christmas is much more than December 25
They tell me
Giving to receive is a crime of the times
Lock me away at the cost of hope
If being kind can’t inspire
(And) with your humbug, harmonise, it’s seven tenths of the law
Be renowned for the encounter with your Santa Clause

Though we colour coliseums of cacophonous crassness
Letting the penny drop to complain that we’re cashless
While we’re pampered by the pomposity of poignant attractions
The 3rd world has guns and roses on an evil axis
We moan about our wages just hoping they’ll slash less
They count the cost of life, dare we we talk about taxes?
If we’re feeding on misfortunes, ours is just a snack
The main course might be too raw so believe in what we have

(Like) ding dong merrily on high
Would you like a mince pie?
Mulled or cherry wine?
I opened my advent calendar
To find you’re the surprise
Now my Christmas banquet might need a fruity vibe
Just a little mix to give my roast the X Factor
Might drown my sprouts in gravy
I’ll eat them if I have to
Watch the Queen’s speech
Better still speak to grandma
Your royal family aren’t the Windsors
They’re the ones that know your character
The one’s you pull a cracker with
Tell the sort of joke that you’d normally be embarrassed to

See the magic of Christmas is the fabric of winter tapestry
Without Christ what would the reality John Lennon’s imagine be

Just a glorified bank holiday
No Mariah Carey blaring,
No August preparations, no serious wayfaring
The cycle of life, is something we all share in
So be daring
Even if your name is Ebenezer scrooge
You better realise that heaven needs you too
They’ve tried to replace Christ with an X
The message of love your neighbour still rings true

For here it is, Merry Christmas
Like Elvis, the jingle bells rock and sway
Rest in Peace to those who lived to the max
By graves,
With devotion let’s ride waves
Not take this thing lightly
Shrek The Halls with the Holly and Ivy
So that the nightmare before Christmas is highly unlikely

Static Selector

She said I was like water like Sister Lauryn

This ecstasy was from a foreign land as she lent her hand to hold mine

Yet she had me in two minds

Communicating between the lines of US and we

But it was the OR steering me to invite a conclusion

Clear confusion cos I had spent the year being the hunter

Gassed up at feeling shunted

Gassed up at feeling like she made me the hunted

Like she could be oxygen for my hydrogen

Wondering if the truth was the truth or was Dwele right again

Yeah Dwele was right again call me the Christmas mistletoe

Mulled wine, puppies and knitwear,

My heart pretended it didn’t care until my poetic prophet penned its inevitable sonnet

So I killed her with my honesty till she confessed in our dying breath

I thought you were what I wanted

 

Rebirth Control

My inspiration for my 7^th of 30 poems comes from a Facebook status on the 16^th of December posted by a talented musician friend of mine known as “Silverchet”. Follow @silverchet on twitter.

“I Dont Wanna Hear How 2010 is Gonna Be “Your Year”, Or How 2010 is A “Time for Change”, I Been Hearing That Year After Year, So Quit Procrastonating and do what you Gotta do…….I speak to myself as I do you all”

16 December at 18:19 ·

 

Rebirth control

At the end of every year we engage in a ritual of giving and receiving presents, to some we give our presence, to others we scribe from a sample of our essence.

Taking time to recharge, a new year will it bring a new start, a new chapter new lessons?

Will we have counted our blessings, paused for reflection, spotted our contradictions and created new traditions?

Halted attrition of self ignition

Or will we simply continue unpause the game from the X box

Continue where we left off

Revive the consternation instead of tidying our desktop

Let our system hang and our heads drop

Beheaded because we’re big headed

Talk about change yet we’re dreadlocked

Locked in dread because change means the whole head

We’ve got to brain wash and condition in order to sew fruition

We talk about chasing the dream not the competition

Every new year is a new you year until problems hit then, those resolutions…

Those Resolutions

Those revelations that made you make statements

How you knew they were pain staking but resolute enough

Yeah … those solutions, improvements…those resolutions that had so you so focussed you had me thinking change was embedded in your follicles

Only for 6 months later change is soluble like aspirin

Did you think change was a sprint?

Did you think  change would be a Usain of the bolt type change

Sweep you off your feet and leave you with no time to breathe type change

Where is the new you I say?

It takes pain to move pain because something has to die before you come back to life

Pre mortem dissection, microscopic detection for signs of regression

Grown folk need a soul session not a 1 month campaign at every month 11

Yelling to the world from midnight of the 31^st I begin my resurrection

Obama’s slogan for election

I am who I choose to be and when I start’s change in me it is for my refreshment

It’s a present to my presence, my essence, my gain

Drink to a year of pain to locate the step up, celebrate finding it, then put up, shut up or full on step up.

Wake up, Get Up for the shooting range, take your best shot at life and work towards your main aim

For when your breath is short and your soul’s screaming to get away

You better be elected, there’ll be no more campaign, no more rebirth

Your life’s been your day to prove your worth

But how will you handle your 31^st?