A
postcard from Ded Moroz (Father Frost.)
From
Russia with love.
Have
a swinging New Year’s Eve and a Happy 2013!
Live
for the Love of it,
The
Happy Amateur
Monday, December 31, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
A Sugar Plum Haiku
a small memory
shriveled by time and distance
a sweet sugar plum
* * *
may your holiday
be filled with wonderful things
turned sweet memories
Merry Christmas!
Happy Holidays! Best wishes for
the New Year!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Saturday, December 22, 2012
"Gifts" (poem)
Remember those brand new moments
wrapped tightly
in the crisp wintry nights
fastened with the velvety ribbons of city streets
a bright bow of sunrise sitting on top?
They were placed under the tree by someone’s hand
like Christmas gifts, to not be touched yet
They taunted, and drove us crazy
and did not
stand a chance –
we tore the wrapping to shreds
dying to feel them
seize them
keep
them
Someone was telling us to not open the gifts
early
we were too happy to listen
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
written for dVerse
"Prayer" (poem)
O come and
wake me from my sleep
The
night’s too long, the sorrow’s deep
My heart
is hard, my soul is dry
Come wake
me with the newborn’s cry
Come help
me see and hear once more
Lift up my
heart like years before
Come take
my hand and show the way
Unleash my
voice, so I can pray
O come,
for I’ve forgotten all
Help me recall,
help me recall
O come,
release me from a spell
O Come, O Come,
Emmanuel
Live for
the Love of it,
The Happy
Amateur
Written for Poetic Bloomings
Thursday, December 20, 2012
"Loveless rumble" (poem)
LOVELESS RUMBLE
They keep
telling me
this is blasphemy
I
worshiped our Love
‘twas the world to me
God is
‘bout Love
isn’t Love God’s way?
When Love
takes her leave
God just cannot stay
Do they
really think
that His Holiness
could help
me to deal
with this emptiness?
They probably mean well
I know that much
But all
words but fail
when we need a touch
Would
Heavens deny me
its perpetual bliss
If my Sun
were to rise
and set in a kiss?
Would I
burn in hell
for seeing God’s face
in the
pupils of lovers
when they embrace?
Would I be
a sinner
praying in vain
If I
craved Love’s taste
God’s sweet Grace
again?
Live for
the Love of it,
The Happy
Amateur
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