The expiration date is a (motivational) price;

so maybe that’s more reason

to indulge in the “vice”?

***

Onto a different subject

(so this post not done yet):

I am counting on

my parachute because I

wrote numbers on it…

***

Last day of the year (31st of December)

and the counting-like look of 12/31/23 (also in December)

remind me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re entered).

These 2 non-italic poems Expiration Date and Counting were in Milpitas Post issues;

the memory of both my poems still continues.

Stillness and balance became viral

videoed talents

(in the form of the Mannequin Challenge).

Life and good times are short or happen too fast.

To be filmed and motionless help make them last.

Journeys and activities: people freeze,

savoring details of memories.

Despite changes, distractions, or unexpected loss,

remembering and appreciating are worth a pause.

***

Retrospectives at the year’s end (in December)

and the potential to freeze in winter (in December)

remind me of these rhymes (in this post they’re entered).

This poem Pause was in a Milpitas Post early 2017 issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

When a baseball pitcher plays poker,

the cards are also held like a glove;

who or what’s on deck might be a bluff…

Batting relates to betting,

diamonds, a wild card, an ace,

probabilities, suspense,

and opponents to face…

***

National Card Playing Day (the 28th of December)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Baseball Pitcher Poker was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

365 Earth rotations in a year and 360 degrees

in a rotation cause me to wonder

why there is a numeric difference between them.

While I still do not know,

maybe the answer can be found

within five days…

***

Five days before the new year (27th of December)

remind me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Rotations was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

The possibilities of someone named Abby

can also be possAbbylities.

For more examples, you can check out these:

A talent of Abby can also be called Abbylity.

Another way that Abby can say certainly: Abbysolutely.

Food that’s prepped by Abby could be called Abbytizer.

Abby as a counselor could be called Abbydviser.

If Abby is painting, her art might be Abbystract.

In a snowball fight, she could be codenamed Abbylanche.

Abby as a magician may say abracadAbby.

Abby-themed words or her words: vocAbbylary.

If Abby is captain, she can be called cAbbytain.

Her metabolism or metAbbylism sounds close to Abbydomen.

If Abby is somewhere deep, it could be known as the Abbyss

(a place that’s more spacious than an office).

A maze that’s made by Abby may be called lAbbyrinth.

If Abby made a beverage, it could be called Abbysinthe.

If Abby is not present, she could be Abbysent.

If there’s a notice that Abby is gone, that can be Abbytuary.

A celebration of her birth can be Abbyversary.

If or when Abby appears again, she reAbbyrs.

If you appreciate these and Abby, thanks (or cheers)!

***

National Abigail Day (the 27th of December)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re entered).

Abigail happens to be at least one Abby’s full moniker.

Abby-sounding words make Abby and Abigail awesomer!

The title of this poem is Possibilities of Abby;

I hope that it makes its audience happy.

A husband is clueless that his gift to his wife was useless.

She did not tell him that

what he surprised her with was tacky.

Her reason is that she loves him,

and she wants him to be happy.

***

Gifts opened and revealed in the last week of December

reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Surprise Gift was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

After opening up a gift-wrapped package of arrows,

the archer asked the giver of those arrows:

“Will you also be giving me a new bow?”

The giver of those arrows then pointed

to the top of the gift-wrapped package

where there was a

looped ribbon.

***

Gift-giving on Christmas (25th of December)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem The Archer was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

Maybe ho ho ho was said to Scrooge

in the form of ghost ghost ghosts,

echoes showing what went, what goes,

the effects of what he chose.

If ghosts were holiday guests,

then Scrooge was their host.

Not a Halloween hoax,

they’re reminders of hope.

***

Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol (on the 24th of December)

reminds me of these rhymes (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Ho Ho Ho is in Orangevale View

on page 9; here’s the link to its issue:

https://www.ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/Issue-2-VOL-15-FINAL-a-web.pdf .

A mother purchased a cartoony poster as a gift

for her daughter.

Yet that poster was seen as wrapping paper

and got cut up by her father.

Form overlapping function,

a hidden surprise and humor risk being mistaken.

Scars present a lesson;

now the mother buys a replacement.

***

Gift shopping and gift wrapping in December

remind me of these rhymes (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Cartoony Poster was in a Milpitas Post issue;

the memory of my poem still does continue.

A plastic spoon becomes more magical

when launching Legos as a catapult;

pleased it multitasks too,

serving up a bite

of casserole.

***

Safe Toys and Gifts Awareness Month (December)

and the above lines being published (years ago) on the 21st of December,

remind me of these rhymes (in this post: they’re entered).

This poem Plastic Spoon is in Orangevale View

on page 21; here’s the link to its issue:

https://www.ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Issue-24-Vol-11-final-12.21.18.pdf .