Grady's Christmas Poetry

I wrote these poems as an exercise on the Collabroative Fiction board and thought perhaps they might reach a broader audience here. I hope you enjoy them. Happy Holidays!

I.

Christmas is the time of peace
When families come together.
We dress up in our winter fleece
To spare us from the weather.

We call our friends to share our love
And give them gifts to bring us cheer
And sing our songs to Him above.
It is a time we all hold dear.

But since you left I just don’t care
And spend my time alone
I sit here in my underwear
Staring at the phone.

The Christmas tree is in its box
The lights are in a tangle.
I’m drinking bourbon on the rocks
And working out the angles.

I take my pistol from its rack,
A cartridge from its box,
Take a big long hit of crack,
And remove the trigger lock.

I put the cartridge in the "chute"
And slam back one more jigger.
I rack the slide, prepare to shoot
And firmly squeeze the trigger.

--Grady Philpott

II.

Santa always brings good cheer
To children far and wide
He fills his sack and feeds his ‘deer
Preparing for his ride.

He ventures forth in his sleigh
To land upon the rooftops
Of those he finds along the way,
While filling stockings to their tops.

But Christmas isn’t always fun
When sorrow rears its head.
In times like these I want to run
Or never leave my bed.

Your leaving me at Christmas time
Was foolish, to say the least.
And writing to you in this rhyme
Will help me calm the beast.

And now I finally dig your hole
And place your body in it.
I think of Santa’s North Pole
Home and elves who dance within it.

I put your Christmas gift inside
The one you always wanted,
The diamond ring for my bride.
Your face has left me haunted.

And so I fill your hole with dirt
And cover it with leaves.
I guess I’ll never lose this hurt
Your memory makes me grieve.

I walk back to my waiting car.
I left the engine running.
I drive back to my favorite bar
And think about your cunning.

You lead me on all summer long.
I think you were too brave.
And now I’ve set aright the wrong
And put you in your grave.

--Grady Philpott

No one likes my Christmas poetry?

No I liked it, just not for the reason most would. It reminds me of my Bubcha quite a bit. Don't no why but it does, and I thank you for that.

I had to look up Bubcha. Your grandmother must have been a lot of fun. Thanks.

Really nice job Grady!

I could never write poetry myself - everything comes out with "roses are red" rythym.

Thanks for posting them.

B.

Thanks, Bleys. The assignment was to write poems about loss at Christmas. I liked them so much I shared them with some friends. Not all found them to be as humorous as I do.

Oh, well.

[edit on 04/12/24 by GradyPhilpott]

Another Christmas is upon us. Time to dust off the Christmas poems once again.

Those poems were very Grim-Noir meets Christmas.

They were really good though, well written and thought out.

Grim-Noir. I like that.

I showed them to the girls at work over the last two days.

You could feel the visceral reactions, which of course is what poetry is all about.

You really got your point across with these poems Grady. Loss at Christmas would be really depressing and you've expressed that emotion quite well. As well as some good imagery to go along with the emotion.

I had no idea you were a poet Grady. Great job!

Thank you, elaine.

The inspiration strikes me occasionally.

Grady,

I burst out laughing halfway through II.

Really nice work. I am left wondering why you didn't reprise it in 05.

[edit on 12/1/07 by SteveR]