Each month I send out a challenge for people to send me a 1-2 word topic they’d like me to write a poem to and I must write all the poems in the challenge within 48 hours. People CAN’T send names (yes, everyone wants one named after their child ) but they can send other 1-2 word titles. Each sender only gets me writing one poem per poetry challenge and the more surreal the challenge, the better.

So feel free to send me a 1-2 word title in the comments below.

And, because some of you are budding poets yourselves, this is now where you can also ask other commenters to challenge YOU with a title too. So let’s see what happens!

Also if you are a published, self published or street poet, this is where to let people know.

Donna Williams *)

author, artist, composer, screenwriter.

author of the poetry book, Not Just Anything , published by Jessica Kingsley Publishers.

http://www.donnawilliams.net

And the nominees are….

Christmas Time (requested by Kay)

CHRISTMAS TIME by Donna Williams, copyright Dec 2008

Jingle, schmingle Christmas time,

Buddy can you spare a dime?

I need to fill my private jet,

and fly to Reno, place a bet.

And then I’ll buy a Christmas tree,

Only the very best for me.

Adorn it with some gifts from Gucci,

Get a little hoochie coochie,

underneath that Christmas tree,

if anyone would be with me.

Alas the rich are dying out,

Economy gone down the spout,

The plants have all died from the drought,

the bees have left for Rio.

So I’ll have Christmas all for me,

with my Gucci designed Christmas tree,

I’ll stuff myself with turkey breast,

And send the poor the boney rest.

December Snow (from Xenia)

DECEMBER SNOW by Donna Williams, copyright Dec 2008

Confetti soft, it fell, calling me,

The girl from a land of sun,

From the window it took my heart,

My feet ran me down the stairs,

I turned, music box dancer,

In a world of falling sky

And I knew snow.

 

The dawn was dark, 

Against the night,

White soot fell from black sky,

around bare feet,

For the first time?

Of course,

Snow virgin,

The prostitute stood pure in the snow.

 

It entered, holy into boots,

And plastic bags, they crunched,

Binding homeless feet,

And shoes with sole,

The snow came through the doors,

And all I could do was smile,

In this magic world. 

Missing Friends (from Bob)

MISSING FRIENDS  by Donna Williams, copyright Dec 2008

He looked beneath the Christmas tree,

But alas it looked so bare,

The thing he wanted most today,

It simply wasn’t there,

The friends he’d lost to oceans wide,

To land of beach and sun,

Had left him in his Britishness,

And gone Australian.