Year End Poems by Verandah Porche

HEART TO HEARTH

Old-fangled snow is the stuff of yarns:

The saga of our sagging barns;

The sled run down to kingdom come;

The ox roast when the twins got home;

Those purple finches on the branch

whose wings could launch an avalanche.

Myths are throws crocheted near stoves

as the Town truck garlands icy roads.

 

Verandah Porche

Winter Solstice, 2007

Note: I wrote this poem as a stocking scroll

for the elders in my town. The Town truck

driver’s name is Dickie Garland.

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ANAGRAMS 

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Aphids’ holy yap

Shy hip payload

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December observances un-anagrammed: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Eid ul-Adha, Posada & Underdog Day

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SOLSTICE

Is closet

        Cite loss

Lice toss

        Sect soil

Lies cost

        Set coils

Sit close

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CHRISTMAS

Scarsmith

         Sacs mirth

Art schism

         Arch mists

Rich masts

        Stir chasm

Cram this

        Scam shirt

Hits scram

        Chi smarts

Cash trims

       Its charms

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BOXING DAY

Bind gay ox

       Axing body

Bag id onyx

        A nix by god

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NEW YEAR’S EVE

A weeny verse

        We eye ravens

Serve any ewe

        Seven-eye war

Say we’re even

        Wave ye sneer

Every sea new

        We reweave yens

We erase envy

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VERANDAH PORCHE

Coven harp heard

         Preach overhand

LOVE-VOLE