The Christmas Pup

Christmas Eve night, Santa spotted below
a small form huddled on new-fallen snow;
and though his journey was just under way,
he ordered the reindeer to land his sleigh.

As soon as it touched down, out with a bound,
he ran to the figure hunched on the ground.
Kneeling beside it and scooping it up
he found that he held a husky-wolf pup.

Snow was still falling; it soon would be deep.
Santa had a schedule he had to keep.
Quickly he carried the pup to his sleigh,
tucked her in snugly and lifted away.

He said “Don’t you worry, just hold on tight.
I’ll get you back safely after this night.”
The pup was quiet, for she understood
that Santa intended nothing but good.

Nestled in his quilt, warmth enfolded her,
settled as the chill eased from her fur,
she felt Santa’s magic touching her too;
but only a pup, what good could she do?

They flew to a house Santa was dreading;
where a guard dog slept warm in his bedding.
Easily wakened, he could not be shushed.
Each step and movement would have to be hushed.

A board creaked just once, and though Santa froze,
that dog was instantly up on his toes.
Santa turned sadly, no toys for this place;
but wonder replaced the frown on his face.

At the soft voice of the husky-wolf pup,
the guard dog below had quieted up.
His smile returning, Santa looked around
as the big dog relaxed and laid back down.

So it continued; at each place they’d go,
the pup would speak to the pets down below.
Each one responded, to Santa’s delight;
he could not recall an easier night.

Soon they were done and he said to the pup
“Now we’ll hurry back to look your folks up.”
But as he reached down to scratch the pup’s ears
he saw that her eyes were filling with tears.

“My mom named me Better,” she said, forlorn,
“cause it was better I’d never been born.
No human will trust the wolf blood in me
and in the wolf pack, they’ll not let me be.”

“Sweet pup,” cried Santa, “I’d give my right arm
before I would take you back into such harm.
You’ll ride here beside me, snug, safe and warm,
and have a new name; you’re now my luck Charm.”

Dear friends, ever since that Christmas Eve night,
this little pup’s life has turned out just right.
Alongside Santa, Charm rides in his sleigh
calming the pets at each house on their way.

By: Michael Williams / December 6, 2008 / Last Updated December 11, 2019

My name is Michael Williams, and I post as Boardflak at http://thepeacefulpub.com/ where I am one of a group of poets. There are three other poets currently active, so for anyone visiting please also look in the right sidebar for the latest posts by craigrkirchner, gwendrina, and jantanleo.
I became a quadriplegic at the end of June 2015. I have continued my writing using voice recognition software.

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Panic at the…

Slinking through the crowd.
Voices jumbled, colors loud.
Walls are compacting, now closing.
Mannequins imposting.
Staring and over beating.
Fleeing through molasses.
Twisting turning, there go my glasses.
Stopping, thrown through a loop.
Breathing erratic, trying to regroup.
Boxed in, can’t breathe.
Panic stricken, need to leave.
Thoughts racing,
Legs bracing.
Tear stricken cheeks.
Worst in weeks.
Crumpled on the floor,
Can’t take it anymore.
Slow as it was fast,
Fear subsided at last.
Another trip; ends in sorrow.
Fuck it, there’s always tomorrow.

My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here: https://oneregulardad.home.blog/

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Orion Returns

To the east, lest the Sun arise from slumber
the ghost of the shimmering summer dawn
reveals himself in the heat of the season,
hunting for souls who dream, to mesmerize

The winter hunter strays from the frozen north
taunting, enticing, those who will be his prey
a spectre of the sky, before we awake
He casts his nets, his arrows, his poison darts

World sleep on, the Moon has not yet swooned
in Sun’s jealous skies, room for no other till she tires
and sinks to her bed, Orion will seek
those who seek him in the darkest hour

Chrissie Morris Brady

@purbeckpoet

chrissiemorrisbrady.wordpress.com

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Let me Near

Getting off the train in Chicago,
the strong wind,
urgent like me.
Each waft carrying my steps
in the direction of home. It’s as if
nature knew it was time for us. I’m so ready
to capture what sustains me. I’ve missed you,
your silhouette, and your substance.
Being close to you is a memory I pull from.
It keeps me sane while I’m away. This couple
defining what a day needs is everything to me.
Longing to share of myself, my legs
hasten their pace. I want to be
wrapped in the space we create.
I’ve missed your light touch
caressing my face, and
the sweetness of your kisses
has haunted me for weeks.
The questions of workdays take
a backseat while we rediscover
the single-best thing of the us we are.
The focus in your gaze tells me I
was right to hurry. It keeps me coming back,
again and again.

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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