Advent Calendar, Day 1

Christmas decorationToday it’s December 1. This idea might be like an echo in a silent cave. In other words, to deaf ears. Anyway, I don’t really know what this is supposed to be. I’ll try to post every day something. It might be photos I’ve taken or poems. It has something to do with Christmas or Christmas things.

This first post is more of an introduction so here’s a poem.

December 1 

It’s December, not November

It’s Christmas time, a time for kids and kids at heart

Oh no not again you might say

But wait, there’s more

It’s December 1st and not the last

A Christmas calendar is waiting

Waiting is the exiting thing

Be a kid and not an adult

Forget presents, it’s the time together that counts

Christmas is enjoying, not to get stressed

It’s December first and it just grows my thirst

Enjoy it while it lasts because it goes fast

Have a advent calendar and count the days

That’s what I do and so should you

It’s December 1st

 

 

 

Elicit, what’s that?

train track

Elicit, what’s that?

Elicit, what’s that?

Is it a plane, is it a bird

I’m not sure

Elicit, what’s that?

To our dictionaries

I can’t find the meaning

Not in a sentence at least

What is, Elicit?

I can’t find it, why oh why?

I’m not English nor anything else

Explicit, no, then I would know

But Elicit, oh please no

I don’t know, someone help

Oh there it is, I found the answer

It’s to Elicit something and that what I did

Tallenna

Tallenna

Filthy mind

lady bugFilthy mind

I have a filthy mind and that’s secret

You can’t see it but I do

I’m not ashamed but I don’t shout it out

I have a filthy mind and that’s only because of a person or two

It get’s filthier as time goes by

I can’t help it but it does

It comes out when I write fiction, it’s like an addiction

Don’t hold it against me, I’m not bad

I just like to think about things that might sound mad

I have a filthy mind, if you read my stories, you might understand

I’m no poet and I don’t have a certain style

But a filthy mind I have and proud of it

Imagination is a great virtue, some have it some don’t

I can honestly say and shout, that’s what I’m all about

 

 

Tallenna

Tallenna