Someone
Someone is happy
Someone is sad
Someone's uncertain
and Someone is mad
Someone is playful
Someone is cruel
and I'm sure several someone's
are playing the fool
but this someone is lonely
while reading your posts
outside of existance
like some kind of ghost
forever to wander
but never to share
ignored and neglected
with no one to care
While someone's found love
Someone's found hate
Someone is bitter
Someone is late
Someone is anxious
Someone is kind
Someone is needy
and Someone is blind
Carrie Fisher
Oh, 2016 may well tighten its grip
But right throught it's fingers, now Carrie will slip
America's shedding a tear in its strife
As our Princess Leia fights hard for her life
The Death Star's horizon arriving to say
"I've come here to take Carrie Fisher away."
And we won't allow it; she gave us the play
The layout, schematics, and so she will stay
Oh, 2016, we just blew up your core
Disperse into history; bye; there's the door
The star systems gather; the Force is with her
No, don't give up, Carrie- on that we concur
She Came Upon a Midnight Clear (That Gory Lass, Gryla, of Old)
Midnight, and the whispers begin
The naughty kids cower in fear
Gryla is coming to feast on their sin
The ogre- troll soon will appear
Fifteen tails, three heads with three eyes
And horns of a goat at each side
Ears to her nose, sniffing demise
The naughty have nowhere to hide
Mouth like a quarry, teeth as stone
A hunger for flesh boiled in broth
Grinding to powder every bone
Enjoying their bubble and froth
Beards on each chin braided as twigs
A foul anthem seethed in her harm
Iceland's children, her little pigs
And tenderness she plans to farm
Leaving the mountain set to eat
The giantess has bags on each tail
Filling them full with mortal meat
She laughs as they bellow and wail
Clicking and clacking, hooves for feet
Exasperate horror and dread
Smirking and smacking, oh, the treat
For soon boys and girls will be dead
Yule Lads, thirteen, hover around
The offspring of Gryla's design
Sneaking and snatching, they have found
Employment's mischievous shrine
Sheep Cote Clog fancies wooly sheep
And Gully Gawk downs the cow's milk
Stubby takes pies he plans to keep
And Spoon Licker steals his name's ilk
Pot Scraper ravages old food
And Bowl Licker licks clean the bowl
Door Slammer wakes you, being quite rude
And Skyr Gobbler gobbles things whole
Window Peeper keeps a look out
As Sausage Swiper swipes the pork
Doorway sniffer sniffs bread about
And Meat Hook takes food off the fork
Candle Stealer steals all the light
And leaves naughty kids in the dark
Gryla comes this unholy night
Her children have left her their mark
Once her new catches fill her need
A summons ensures blood goes 'splat'
Beastly brutality will feed
As comes her own pet, the Yule Cat
Ravaging any and all left
Those children without new clothing
Fill the beast's belly- lost, bereft
As folly sating its loathing
Red on the doorways; bloody streets
A bloodbath beneath every tree
Nothing but pieces; tattered sheets
Removed for sad parents to see
Thirteen Lads head home with a grin
As Gryla and her Yule Cat dine
Midnight, and the whispers begin
The blood of the kids becomes wine
Stopping by the Prose on a Glowy Evening
Whose words these are I surely know.
His poem is on the website, though;
He may not see me reading here
To feel his verbalight aglow.
My fingers, locking, pull me near
To stop and think as words appear
Between the loading page's wake.
No gentle write as uploads clear.
My fingers, scrolling, raise the stake
And I just simply cannot break.
The wand of pen, a zen filled sprite
Of verbalight for poesy's sake.
This site, this Prose, engulfs my sight,
But I have deadlines I must fight,
And words to go, so I must write,
And words to go, so I must write.