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Red, Gold, and Green

(x = space)

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Red, Gold, and Green

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Friends are back,

And they will leave again

I come and go

As well

We are the

“Karma Chameleon”

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There is more space

Here, because good people

Took some

Things away

To have new homes and uses

Elsewhere

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Not all is well:

Headaches

Of all kinds

You know

I try to sleep

I try to write

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But the sun is out

The humidity is broken for

A while

There is a-c and another fan;

There is food in

The fridge

And on some shelves

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Not exactly

Christmas in July

And, yes,

Christmas in July

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C L Couch

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“Karma Chameleon” by Culture Club

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Photo by Sonder Quest on Unsplash

Rockefeller Center, New York City, United States

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The Magician’s Children

(x = space)

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The Magician’s Children

(Christmas 2020)

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It’s a magic time

The animals will talk at midnight

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Light of many colors

Will shine inside and outside

Of hours

And tall buildings in the city

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People who don’t believe

Will be quiet for a while

Almost in honor of the child

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Christmas might be

A chore for them,

But they take the quiet anyway,

Until the noises of the morning

In the household begin

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And there are those who will be quiet

Because they are the only ones,

Each one in a home of sorts

To bring in the day

On one’s own

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Each one has a job

To send out the peace

Just beyond, until the next one

Take it,

Send it out in thought or feeling

Or a prayer

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Others will be so busy

But the lonely could do this

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Create a spirit-band across the world

Through many places,

Many nations,

Many destinations

That can’t be reached yet

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Someday, perhaps

When we have enough health,

Enough determination,

Enough interest in the risk

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Merry Christmas to each one

And from each to everyone

Live in peace for a day

And remember that a day

Can be an age

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C L Couch

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Photo by Daniil Silantev on Unsplash

Ozero Turgoyak, Челябинская область, Россия

Ice on the Lake Turgoyak

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A Night to Remember

(x = space)

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A Night to Remember

(Christmas Eve)

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So there’s this sleigh

A regrettable homonym;

It might be as big as a spaceship

In a science-fiction series,

One that might carry generations

To the next set

Of sun and planets

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The sleigh could have a crew,

Though

We know of only one,

The captain and the power

That comes from reindeer

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There are deliveries to make,

Though what might be most important

Is the trip around the world

In certitude

We have a world to play with

And work on

For keeping homes

With some promise of a future

Under brick and wood and canvas,

Stone and shale

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Will it be a merry Christmas

For those who don’t believe?

Well, why not

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No punishment is promised inside

Skepticism;

One might simply enjoy

The colors, the materials, the brilliant

Detritus, after

All the domestic parties

‘Round a tree or in another

Fine arrangement

Or in a place that looks the same

As it did the day before—

Thank goodness, there are no requirements

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It’s a day,

A unique day we’ve held

In the offing

In anticipation

For a while

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C L Couch

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A Night to Remember is the name of an old, bittersweet movie.

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By Sierra Nevada Space Systems – Sierra Nevada Space Systems, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25460329

Artist’s conception of the Dream Chaser commercial human space transportation vehicle docked to the International Space Station.

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silent flesh

(x = space)

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silent flesh

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god made into flesh

while divinity wasn’t noticing

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how else could perfection

give up eternal everything,

knowledge and power

and everything we want

and some of us think we should have

right now

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jesus, god and human

how hard must that be

and who among of us would do it

knowing invincibility would be

a memory, only

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as mortal, god would know us

as god might know a deer

or a rainbow

or unrequited love

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that is, from the inside out

from the other side of creation

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god will know us

as we live

give up a cure for every illness

prevention in perfection

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excruciating

loving

all love because

there is no other reason

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c l couch

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notes

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reading a prayer that mentions (I think) God made flesh (or maybe it was human) in a baby

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thinking of an old hymn whose lyrics I find haunting (with a haunting melody):

Let all mortal flesh keep silent

And in fear and trembling stand;

Ponder nothing earthly minded;

For with bless in his hand,

Christ our God to Earth descended,

Our full homage to demand

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Wellcome Collection, London, United Kingdom

The Body

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Set the Table

(x = space)

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Set the Table

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We need a deal for

Christmas:

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  • Cessation in the

Holy Land

  • Bring children to their

families (everywhere)

  • Maintain a different kind

of readiness

(everywhere)

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There, that should do it

For this year

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Maybe there could be

Codicils

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  • Let snow fall where it

will, again

  • Give something to the

Earth not to forget each

other

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It’s not the triumph of a

Sect,

Though tradition’s strong

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We are given again

A God-given chance

To revel in some revelry

With rules

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  • Give everyone a

turn

  • Give everyone a song

as in karaoke (and as

is often badly),

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Remembering that birth

Is the only way

For any generation,

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Any Earth,

Peace on Earth

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C L Couch

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By דן וינקלר – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=68503689

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note

In the original, the bulleted sets of lines are indented. I still can’t get WordPress to let me cut and paste the way I want. Grrrr. I mean, uh, I hope we all have a grrrr-eat holiday! (Now I sound like Tony the Tiger.) I hope the reading’s clear enough.

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Episodic

 

A Christmas show

Is on TV

I’m not sure how I found it

Usually, TV is background noise

For my tinnitus

So I may concentrate

On something else

Christmas at the start of June

Well, why not

There is no pressure,

Certainly

No shopping list or

Finding ways to keep up decorations

Six more months

Plenty of time

To forget there is a list

Or lights or fasteners

Once, I heard advice

From a priest

Who in his preaching said

Leave something up from Christmas

One thing

It will drive your neighbors crazy

Well, it’s not Christmas

I have nothing up or under

This is this accident of broadcasting

For an hour,

Then everything resumes

Sixty minutes, red and green

In my culture

You might have Père Noël

Or Father C

Or Sinterklaas

Or a name with a persona

I have yet to learn

I’d better say Merry Christmas now

The episode is ending

I said it

I hope you heard

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Andy Holmes on Unsplash

Chatham, Kent, United Kingdom

 

Invitation’s Curling—Come in, Already

Invitation’s Curling—Come in, Already

 

If Christmas is the first day, then

This is the sixth

But then that makes the fifth

The twelfth

So maybe Christmas is its own

And then the following

Twelve days are tributes,

Are a season ‘til the sixth,

The magi

The baptism by his cousin John

The revelation by a dove

Of who he is,

Which is a lot of growing up in

Twelve or thirteen days

He was in a manger

Only six days ago

And soon, depending on the full moon

And the spring,

He will be grown and on a forty-day

Journey to Jerusalem

Such things will happen in that time

The biggest coming later

A cataclysm of the each and sky

Pierced by hammered beam

And crushing empire

The abhorrence of nature, even human

The death of everything

That had been hopeful

The death of him

The death of us

Any prospects in an honest joy of living

Then the count of days, only after

And by going back,

Really begins

 

But before so much of that

There is this

Half-season of Christmas

Sing the carols

Claim the gifts

Play and work

Burn the homely fires

Testify to this

The witness in each moment

Christmastide

The time no one will wait for,

That is wait for well

It has arrived

However romantic,

The darkness of anticipation’s passed

We are here now

This is the best where and when

We have

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Sora Sagano on Unsplash

 

Overlooking Darkness

Overlooking Darkness

 

There is a tradition

That was never mine

That everything be done on Christmas Eve

Tree, decorating (house and tree),

Dealing with presents,

Maybe making special food

All be done that night

Whew, how can that be

Without the help of elves who

Have switched folkloric chores from

Cobbling shoes?

 

I think maybe it was the way of immigrants

Brought over like so many things we do

 

In timelines we can’t count

With working families

Whose jobs were not done ‘til then,

Stores would have to have stayed open

Christmas tree lots

Maybe hot-chocolate vendors

With those bags of chestnuts

All to relieve all of the rest, once a year

A whole day off

Maybe the day after

(maybe)

 

I do remember Jews and Muslims

Seventh-Day Adventists

Atheists, agnostics

Filling in for services

Firetrucks, utilities, hospital needs

So Christians had time off

I remember, looking another way

For wanting all this time

The special lights

To stay

Inside a mind of memory

A human heart of longing

 

Too sweet to go for, now? in the world

We have,

We might add a little

It could be a gift

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Kohji Asakawa from Pixabay

 

It Can Be Christmas Now

It Can Be Christmas Now

(for those who might be on to something not to want to wait)

 

It’s Christmas now

Might as well be

The markets are done

Some are marching on

Like soft-tin soldiers in a toyland

Hoping to go home

For a holiday

(deserved)

 

The discounts are deepening

But the first great breaths have breathed

And it’s a few to go

Up to the finish line

(God bless them)

 

It’s Christmas now

It might as well be

The season has a different name

Until the day christens itself a new time

For twelve days

A catechetical song

Says so

 

It might as well be Christmas

We could breathe into it

How many movies, songs,

And consecrations do we need?

 

We can have it Christmas

Regardless (and because) of our creed

Right now

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Anton Scherbakov on Unsplash

GUM, Moskva, Russia

I was walking in the center of Moscow through the crowded fair and realized that some decorations look like small beautiful stars in the sky. Don’t you think so? 🙂

 

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