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hummingwolf) wrote2004-12-25 09:12 am
hummingwolf) wrote2004-12-25 09:12 am
ChristmasHAL!
Roses are red, violets are blue,
and leave it there, i saw mommy kissing santa claus
underneath the mistletoe last night.
she shot her man, for doin' her wrong
Oh, you knew there hadn't been enough nonsense from MegaHAL this holiday season.
~~~
blitzen
With the precision of a man named brady,
who left her hairs
on his shoulders, pale brown and slightly thickened.
cover, remove from heat and pour into a burning wick
at the melancholy menace of their scything
tails. They tell
on christmas day in the tree,
'tis sweet to think of the world.
down, down, down
and donner and blitzen!
to the clicking inspectors
who lie unseen beneath the bank
with such a form of surrender
out of the sun.
~~~
grinch
Millions for defense but not mushy.
add salt, butter, pepper, and roasted garlic that have passed beyond
unity and numbering, beyond
before he eats you.
you take the seasick crocodile!
you're a rotter, mr. Grinch,
you're a butterfly!
~~~
sleigh
Caution: in case of gold
with the sleigh full of people
to the deep, strange-scented shade of a thorny hedgerow
he yearned for the dwarf-lords in their beanpole
crooner days, buddy holly
in the middle water,
becomes your landscape as you came tapping, tapping at my ma in the air in my car
and stood three stories high.
and i'm learning that it's much
i heard you making love to him
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing one, out of rakes
hoses and garden gnomes; they built me.
i am the master paid thirty coins.
ay, ay, ay,
take this waltz,
take this waltz, take this waltz, take this badge off of my heart
in whose depths one could ever do
everybody knows.
~~~
scrooge
What is precious is never written till long afterward.
there walks a lady we all join hands just to keep hold
the horns of elfland faintly blowing!
blow, let us say, beginning to fall shattered,
with the harbingers of doom
and pointed at the muse's flame.
many waters cannot quench love;
obey thy heart;
friends, kindred, days,
estate, good fame,
with a voice as monotonous
and now its countless stitches show
take this waltz,
take me out of the shutting. Life to life--
i have so much
to murmur name upon name,
nor what soft incense hangs upon the ground. And onto the lower
levels to a simpler self gives wisdom.
when he came to see whatever common people do
he would certainly make you so
though age and infirmity overtake
me, and i suppose she did.
if you listen very hard
and you know how my heart is hurting me
turn the clock to zero honey
i'll pike to the door, even
louder, and lifted his head:--
"tell them i could work my will,' said scrooge indignantly, 'every idiot who goes up your lovely heads, my dears,
if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
~~~
reindeer
Cut waist band on fold.
sew me a look, give me a look, give me back or say good-by;
and teddy worried lots about
in the shape of fear and suspicion.
your palms were welded by a reindeer
used to preserve its round shape (the emperor's profile is erased).
beside me trees expressing nothing
is just to keep you from your bank, your old
in my yearn for some cerebral fix
transfer me to an age when there is tradition. As well
as high as which the waves are there?
between beauty and love
with ruth and some are thin,
semi-transparent layer of silver is as
much as a feast.
~~~
blitzen
Tail's on fire again
when i saw thy face,
over the grass rise.
does my young gaze weigh you down?
no-one i know.
sunday evening's almost finished, now i'm ready
first the rise and proclaim sincere admiration
when i came upon him so quickly that he's seldom seen
mommy kissing santa claus lane!
vixen and blitzen and all the winds of night and the gleam of lights.
suddenly, in the small gains of household bricolage?
as our teeth loosen and our faces crag
--i lie there, raging, small, and red.
~~~
jingle
Cross my sneakers on the housetop
click, click, click
down our street in that crowded store approached him curiously,
as long as a ground cover. Indoors it grows and overgrows.
starting in one flea spare,
where by next summer a female produces a litter of
zsa zsa gabor in her teens.
now take a stand
croaking in their symphony,
and for a center
petals and fuzzy centers from artichokes and discard. Place bacon slices into artichoke centers,
covering bottom, and top with more than the icing sugar and seed,
parrots have crackers to crunch;
and far away and cold.
some are hidden inside of you
the cold, familiar wind--
now the jingle bell,
that's the place of human life in general
though he doesn't know
he's no-one
has changed, where we remain hopelessly
ever as before
you could not live by bread alone.
~~~
santa
What i really know for now you find out who's naughty and nice.
santa claus is coming in
the user's input.
megahal therefore attempts to generate many hundreds of candidate replies per second, each of which i love would last for thousands of half-closed hands
with sky peeping through.
asters, deep purple,
a million suns, ten million years of domestication.
~~~
wonderland
Slide the pizzas into the night,
my shadow pinned against a winter wonderland.
gone away is the opposable thumb,
and you'll be chilly
and empty for two years. And returning
with a little sugar on it, honey
sugar, ah honey honey
you stopped a while she turns her face
they were beginning to blink and peep;
she thought that i have seen the wind?
neither you nor i.
he died down in the dark.
~~~
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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at the melancholy menace of their scything
tails
Hmm, how did Satan get into MEGAHal?
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ChristmasHAL...a lovely present.
fuzzy centers from artichokes
Those must be the ones that were in the back of the refrigerator for too long.
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