No turkey there

No chimneys or chestnuts
No turkeys or pumpkin pie
No Santas
No sleigh bells
No snow.

None has much reference
Or regards much reverence in the memories
Of Christmas I know.

The Sun Shines Here

The sun shines here

Bright like our youths

We sometimes can’t comprehend.

Like their many creative minds

We mustn’t underwhelm.

The sun shines here

Vibrant

Like the colours that we wear:

The same on our flag

Waving proudly in the air.

It shines powerful

Like the potential we contain.

Dynamic

Hell in Paradise

The bark of guns
Fade into the background
So part of the dark outside
That silence
Scares the tough shell courage
From his adolescent body