My First Volume of Poetry

Wow. Seven published books, now. This one is definitely a labor of love. Anyone who writes poetry for money is either a rapper or works for Hallmark. The payoff for a poem is the pleasure you can give someone else with it.



I think I have achieved that. These all rhyme, are all sentimental, and are everything a 'serious' volume of poetry shouldn't be. One has already been used in a wedding ceremony in Canada. Plus I was told it was the best anniversary present ever...if I never sell a single copy, I'll be happy with that.



Poetry: A Love Story - $.99 / Free All Weekend

http://www.amazon.com/Poetry-A-Love-Story-ebook/dp/B0087JE8G8/



But since I can't publish excerpts due to Amazon's short-sighted KDP policy, here's one I forgot to include:



It was the night before Christmas

And all through the palace

Not a creature was stirring

But a young princess named Alyss

She tossed and she turned

In her panties and gown

She turned the heat up

She turned the heat down

But she couldn't relax

On a night such as this

When surely her name

Was on Santa's list



She was the naughtiest princess

In a four-kingdom span

Too old for her dolls

Too young for a man

Her stockings were hung

By the chimney with care

But still she had on

Her laciest pair

No visions of sugar plums

As she lay in her bed

For she had other thoughts

Filling her head



Would he bring presents

Or would he bring coal?

Could he be coming to spank her

Or lecture and scold?

She was giddy with exhaustion

And her toes they did tingle

As she awaited the arrival

Of the one they call Kringle

At last she heard footfalls

At the top of the stairs

She knew what was coming

But still she was scared



He crept in her room

Barely making a sound

And slowly proceeded

To pull her sheets down

"Why Santa, what gives?"

She said, sitting up.

"Those aren't the stockings

I want you to stuff..."

Said Santa, "I'm sorry, Alyss my dear

But Santa's had too much holiday cheer

Now since you're up

From your cold winter lap

Climb out of your bed

And into my lap..."



Her prayers had been answered

She was nothing but good

She considered his offer

And decided she would

The princess so happy 

She beamed with delight

And squeezed Santa's neck

With all of her might

He kissed her cheek

And then pulled her tight

Merry Christmas to all

And to all, a good knight