tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19836501.post116678628719113586..comments2023-10-22T12:21:47.291-04:00Comments on Geoffrey Philp: "Christmas Day": Twelve Poems and A Story for ChristmasGeoffrey Philphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442948340176713964noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19836501.post-32614985056850963052007-01-01T08:57:00.000-05:002007-01-01T08:57:00.000-05:00Happy New Year to you too, Professor Zero!Happy New Year to you too, Professor Zero!Geoffrey Philphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13442948340176713964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19836501.post-24610365179171276372006-12-31T21:24:00.000-05:002006-12-31T21:24:00.000-05:00Happy New Year!!!Happy New Year!!!Professor Zerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04909063513731044826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19836501.post-67121651268747162492006-12-29T08:39:00.000-05:002006-12-29T08:39:00.000-05:00As I wish for you and all the ones you love, Retha...As I wish for you and all the ones you love, Rethabile.<br /><br />KhotsoGeoffrey Philphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13442948340176713964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19836501.post-29277961805775865352006-12-29T01:02:00.000-05:002006-12-29T01:02:00.000-05:00Belated merry Christmas (did have a thought for yo...Belated merry Christmas (did have a thought for you and the ones you love) and a great 2007. The inspiring art is very much appreciated.Rethabilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03523368313680103826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19836501.post-43431585515627910202006-12-26T15:00:00.000-05:002006-12-26T15:00:00.000-05:00as winter slowly brings us to our knees
as metapho...<i>as winter slowly brings us to our knees<br />as metaphor at least if not in actual fact<br />we do not think of all the things we lacked<br />long years ago back in the west indies<br />our minds roam freely to those sunlit seas<br />with figueroa we look for the flower tacked<br />to the lush tree and as we're daily packed<br />in metro train forgetting as in we squeeze<br />the harder times we recall only the ease<br />of walking on those warm december days<br />and not the hardships nor the myriad pains<br />of having the hardest of masters to please<br />nor of the sun's harsh and blistering rays<br />we think only of the light and the warm rains</i>FSJLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15803079547494458258noreply@blogger.com