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Mistletoe Kisses
Contributed by
thepizzaguy
on
Friday, 7th October 2005 @ 11:13:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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In mid December when the air is cold,
and holiday carols fill the air,
a winter tradition is staring down at us,
from the ceiling at the bottom of the stairs.
It is the mistletoe, my friends,
a tradition of bliss.
It calmly hangs and waits,
for two lovers to kiss.
These kisses aren't in lust, you see,
that is not the tradition's intent.
But rather the kiss is to express true love,
A kiss of love and innocence.
Should you get caught, under the berries,
with she, who coos like a dove,
waste not a moment, and waste not a thought,
place your lips on those of your true love.
Copyright ©
thepizzaguy
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2005-10-07 11:13:09] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Mistletoe Kisses
(User Rating: 1 ) by Nightingale on
Friday, 7th October 2005 @ 12:35:21 PM AEST (User
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Mistletoe kiss, so romantic! Nice write ;) |
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Re: Mistletoe Kisses
(User Rating: 1 ) by Evshrug on
Wednesday, 12th October 2005 @ 08:35:10 AM AEST (User
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I liked your last paragraph the best. You have more sensory detail and you refer back to global experiences when you say "Place your lips on those of your true love." There, that was nice, you didn't say "C'mon and kiss de girl."
I didn't much care for the first paragraph, well okay, just the first two lines, because sure the air is cold and carols fill the air... it just sounds a bit funky to use air twice to mean something different, at least without making a theme out of it (which, as I read it, the theme is really the missiletoe).
All in all though, for a poem written out of season, it's a nice reminder of something to look forward to. |
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