Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Note: "How can there have been such strife in a Morlde` filled with beautiful Music; &
how could there have been beautiful Music such in a Morlde` filled with strife?" -Soupy Sales, 2012.

The 12 Panes Of Christmas:
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Yule be Xmas
afore ye know
the pag'an go
for patterned
stamped snowflakes
'bove the
Andy Williams' Shows
DVD Stufftaculate CD,
Away, In A Manger For The Happy Employees,
drivelings (no place like) home
for the Hollydayease
in
a Ford Barricade & SUG Thirsty,
Nay, the new GM Bailout.

Suffer
the little Children
new bornes, infants
what nary see
but a Semi-Claus
ere
semiclaws,
tithes for the celibre-cause`craws.

Remembrances
to things past-past, of
natal assemblies
en callow chorale masse
gone
Proustikipped,
to mortitorium's
N'well

& stockings filled
with
the chimney's cold care
yet in hopes
das Geheimnis Viktoria
would
somehow brassiere...
rout despair
the Tree hovers
Cabbage Patch? Nay!,
but the oft'splayed
Perry Como - You Win!,
Get to poke the Golgotha pins -
WakeUp, boorros!
Bing-Bing!
WakeUp!, Jokers
to the St. Jack Nihilist...
but ya wanna
bat 'n ball this 'round?
You a'ready donned Santa,
with a semi-


Dear G*d,
(Walsch also asked)
How're You doin' It, &
Your Son?...Tarnished
proof weighdown here, filled
with
vanilla, frozen grins &
Joyburdened smiles...
'neath
pattern-stamped snowflakes &
piney Glade heads
afore the marshed desert
Koyaanisqatsi

Like yearlings'
trotted-out
Saviormusic
whilst the other 333
like
666 -
doubled for toil 'n trouble -
employed
to savaging
One, many, or 'nother...

Christmas partidges'
riffeled feathers family?
pared, unprepaired,
Indeed, vouchsafed
an enemy sans name
on
a horse with no name, save
Internecine

AmeriKa.

For
A kiss 'neath
the mistlesilo
whilst acaroling
of the Bedlamites
(Acts, II: 2-6),
the Psalming 100?,
Screeching
like sleds in pit gravel to
the Silent Night

HeyMen!

There lies
an evergrander Light
at the Dawn, but
Hey!,
who's gonna
tear-away
from
Yawnni,
& the extra-Vaganza
of
Truth?

H.e.m.
12.13.MMviii.
(ST)

Happy Humbug to you too, HH

your tree is decorated with some nifty little puns

--Eb'neezer

yup!
he declared to his self
this was... indeed,
it really was.

cheers!

thinking about mosquito nets under christmas trees.

a stimulating poem
thanks

it sounds very Brecht! gracias!!!!!

stilltruckin' - Would that It were I was not compelled to Write this Piece anymore than you're transporting the NYT blurb, alas... I cannot but help think about such things, compulsively. TY for the approbation, YW, too. I hope ReReading to the Reduxed, embellishmeant-Version provided a greater impact - Many Blessings - H'H./H.e.m.

mymynd - TY, always the laconic; Indeed! - H'H./H.e.m.

Arcadia - Yes, & if only we were 'neath the rule of Mother's Courage! A la orden, por nada - H'H./H.e.m.

i'm awaiting the semi-claus to bring together loyalty and yearning but there are too many buts.

maybe it all went a rhye when William S. was in one of the burrows under the tree when i was 16.

who knows!

i liked it.