christmas throwing knives, swords, & barbaric behavior

chadwick

christmas throwing knives, swords, & barbaric behavior. part (I)

wrapping paper going down
falling there to the carpet and wooden floorwalk
box a throwing knives calls bathroom door
hello?

thud, zing ricochet zip by the ceramic christmas tree with lights a star up top ducking itself even though smiling and bright

the green on the tree covered in snow
thud thud zingzang rebounding
some sorta medieval gathering seperated by
bloods and bloods
brothers hugging
children giving and getting

thud zing zag zippers
the black dog's ears go direct
this erect stance

thud thud banging wood chipped fllor gouging it out
gotta take a piss
thudding blade through the panel
striking up laughter everyone waiting in line
something like daggers digging in
until grandma's nerves are shot

stupid Norse cocksuckers
get the fucking axe in here
now pick the fucker up and throw the bastard
you aint gettin any younger

the kid aint gettin a god damn nerf surf football
swords and children goin to town to find the spinning grind stone
this the midnight call
the candlelit war table in which meetings and family meals go hand in hand
where better invansions duck quickly no eyes lost
some do have damage beyond the moonlight
others hoble on up
drop to their knees
grasp the roots that hold them up
this the bloody hands torn from spirits and blistered word

thud thud strike
angling the shifting of the weaponry
hand to hand combat
the toilet room
the shower room
this the private keeper
a guard to the surviving
as off in the distance a lonely trains whistle goes away from its home
knives still a goin
the kids are back in town
and the candles...all a beautiful christmas

to be continued... (add your barbarian christmas poetry if you like)

Godfather.

the calm white cold of falling snow
has been shattered by the dance of Viking sword
pearcing the night with gifts and stories untold
leaving only the soft crisp sound of little feet
running a path and screaming across the floor.

staggering in amazment peering thru blood shot eyes
reaching for my sabor to chase this mad man from the sky
with his long white beard and hair as white as snow
he screams from my roof top HO-HO-HO.

stand and be counted I yelled into the night
stand tall and fight or the children they may take ya
into a room of mad laughs and screams that will steal your sight
and leave you with nothing but an empty bag to finish your long flight.


Godfather.

chadwick

Godfather. wrote:

the calm white cold of falling snow
has been shattered by the dance of Viking sword
pearcing the night with gifts and stories untold
leaving only the soft crisp sound of little feet
running a path and screaming across the floor.

staggering in amazment peering thru blood shot eyes
reaching for my sabor to chase this mad man from the sky
with his long white beard and hair as white as snow
he screams from my roof top HO-HO-HO.

stand and be counted I yelled into the night
stand tall and fight or the children they may take ya
into a room of mad laughs and screams that will steal your sight
and leave you with nothing but an empty bag to finish your long flight.


Godfather.

thank you very much, beautiful godfather sir.

Godfather.

chadwick wrote:

Godfather. wrote:

the calm white cold of falling snow
has been shattered by the dance of Viking sword
pearcing the night with gifts and stories untold
leaving only the soft crisp sound of little feet
running a path and screaming across the floor.

staggering in amazment peering thru blood shot eyes
reaching for my sabor to chase this mad man from the sky
with his long white beard and hair as white as snow
he screams from my roof top HO-HO-HO.

stand and be counted I yelled into the night
stand tall and fight or the children they may take ya
into a room of mad laughs and screams that will steal your sight
and leave you with nothing but an empty bag to finish your long flight.


Godfather.

thank you very much, beautiful godfather sir.

thank you my friend ! lets keep it rolling.
this is a great idea you've started I like it !

Godfather.

Chip McFlennigan

............

rollings

barbaric as
anonymous thud the box
sent swivel snakes
losing good looking eyes
papered in snakes
papered in burning sugar
...figures...
no want but need of war attire
wide thick sticky pink
cut with swords
downed in jolly
thrown in with words
and vines as barbaric
as Christmas is red

bowerymission

not new, and not sure it's barbaric, but:

accumulations

i silently lay on the bed of silk flowers
they flutter like feather dusters every time i move
you open the box of extra large novelty cigars
they are stamped alternately "void" and "fragile"
i call this art and you call it odd
we read from the books of the dead
the toy soldiers march us into peace
we chant the words of the mystics tied into a silk knot
which can only be undone
by the simple words of a child
and that also, by a chorus of sweet howling
the desk is covered with pencils
their collective erasers look like the nipples of saints
we feast on olive eyes and bread pick-up sticks
the colored holiday lights twinkle off key
even the red and white Hotel Chelsea sign
outside our window is suddenly more alive
the peek-a-boo flaps on the shutters keep one eye open
the pine needles stab us variously all over our bodies
in revolt for having been separated from the stem
we toss styrofoam spheres around in the air
pretending they are snowballs
you start to wink at me in unison with the lights
i begin to shake like the wind of a blizzard
then we grab the flimsy icicles
and tie them around our fingers to remind us
that we only need each other in this world

chadwick

love you people
now gimmie the fucking fire-crackers
flame on... wick sparkin down hiss like sound

booooooom
excuse me kitchenware
if you can't light a firework type explosive in your kitchen
you have problems

merry new year
2012 kickin ass and takin names
booooooooooom
and kids got giant sparklers
runnin dark backyard
smiling laughter the kind...the best kind

boooom
stupid son of a bitch
(pronounced...stupid sum bitch)
duckin under arms had no idea
the man was on the 4th of july
january...the eve before the fact

booooom
pots and pans
ears ringing
outta gas and i'm the designated driver