SPRINGTIME FOR TRUMP

By LaRue Watts

As Winter's chill begins to thaw,
And stormy winds are not as raw,
My heartbeat quickens and I long
To hear that early bird in song.
I wait for buds to show that life
Will soon relieve my daily strife.
And bursting forth within my reach.
The tree will cry to me...I'm peach.
One further note within this rhyme:
Make that impeach instead of I'm.

A VALENTINE TO YOU

by LaRue Watts

If we believe that Shakespeare line,
"To thine own self be true,"
Then I am my own Valentine
And you belong to you.
But that can never, ever be
For I am you and you are me.
The two of us have surely shown
That we define "to each his own."
Thy heart and soul entwine with mine,
And we are one, my Valentine.

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THE NEW YEAR

by LaRue Watts

Resolutions?  I shall seek
To keep them all at least a week.
And if I fail?  Well, then I'll say
I did my best at least a day.
So, not to worry, fret or fear,
Perhaps I'll  have another year
For redefining who I'll be.
With Auld Lang Syne-ing, we shall see.
But, then again, I don't know why
We can't resolve things in July.
To me, mid-year would be just dandy.
By then, I'm out of Christmas candy.

THIS CHRISTMAS

by LaRue Watts

It is a time for love and joy
For every girl and every boy.
But why not men and women, too?
Is happiness for just the few
Who still believe in Santa Claus?
Or are there some unwritten laws
That once you pass a certain age.
You only live with hate and rage?
Adults are those forgetful souls
Who don't see toys but only coals.
And as I age, I must confess
I try and comprehend this mess...
This sadness tearing us apart...
This common woe within my heart.
Where are those joyous days gone by
When reindeer flew across the sky?
They're still attainable I know
If you and I will live as though
A peace on earth, good will to each
Are not completely out of reach.
For each mistake, we can atone
And then, in time, we will have grown. 
But not too much, I humbly pray.
Let childhood dreams still show the way
With opened eyes we see quite far,
Perhaps, to some unnoticed star.

HIS LIST

by LaRue Watts

Santa knows when you have cursed,
And been quite naughty, at your worst.
But haloed good, as good can be?
Then, Christmas morning 'neath your tree,
You'll find rewards from Santa dear.
That jolly elf will make it clear
You were perfection in his scoring
As good as gold. (But twice as boring)
So if you should be deemed as bad
You must refrain from getting mad
And try to give your soul a lift.
Remember, coal is still a gift.

ODE TO REYNOLDS WRAP

by LaRue Watts

The turkey?  Delicious, upon the first day.
The second day?  Good, in it's own special way.
The third time re-heating went somewhat awry.
The fourth?  "Foiled again?' I heard the bird cry.
There wasn't a fifth time.  We gave up the fight.
And that was the best time with pizza all night.
Now, left-over pizza is what it's about.
I promise tomorrow I'll throw it all out.

THANKSGIVING GRACE

by LaRue Watts

A simple prayer is not too much.
You're merely saying "I'm in touch
With God who's given every blessing.
Thank you, Lord."  Please pass the dressing.