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02
Dec 2009
I’ve been a life long New Orleans Saints fan, and I can’t begin to describe the excitement, the anticipation, and the sheer JOY of finally seeing the Boyz in Black and Gold be as good as they are this year!!
Somebody I work with shared the first seven “results”… So I’ve taken the liberty of posting these here and adding what has transpired in the last few games, especially that 38-17 thumping of the NE Patriots on MNF….. here goes….
09/13/09 Saints devoured the Lions 45-27
09/20/09 Saints shot down the Eagles 48-22
09/27/09 Saints tamed the Buffalo 27-7
10/04/09 Saints landed the Jets 24-10
10/18/09 Saints killed the Giants 48-27
10/25/09 Saints caught the Dolphins 46-34
11/02/09 Saints fried the Falcons 35-27
11/08/09 Saints declawed the Panthers 30-20
11/15/09 Saints dehorned the Rams 28-23
11/22/09 Saints sank the Bucs 38-7
11/30/09 Saints pummeled the Patriots 38-17
Next on the agenda: 12/06/09
Saints will tomahawk the Redskins
Remaining 2009 Games:
12/13/09 Falcons
12/19/09 Cowboys
12/27/09 Bucs
01/03/10 Panthers
Playoffs and SuperBowl here come the SAINTS!!!
29
Nov 2009
Cold, clear night in Mississippi
In this tiny town
Nestled between the Wolf and the Pearl
No snow on the ground
But that’s quite allright
It’s still Christmas Eve
Everyone’s gone to bed
I’m alone
Save for the golden laborador
Laying at my feet
Sharing the dying warmth of the fireplace
Sparkling Christmas tree
Seems to have lost its enchantment
Paling in comparision
To the star-light connection
That stretches between us
I read again upon each page
The poetic words that flew
From your heart
To your fingers
To me..
Tis’ said
Home is where the heart is
Mine is where ever you are
This Christmas Eve night
© L. Kupfer
Category: Poetry
Tags: Christmas, creative writing, intimacy, love, Poetry, yellow laborador Leave a Comment
29
Nov 2009
He’s tabby handsome
She’s torbie winsome
They’re never lonesome
Their play is gleesome
Adopting both would be awesome
Keep Bacardi and JB a twosome
Our Zackety Zack Zack
Loves a tasty snack
Finding warm laps is his knack
His moods are seldom black
His purrs never slack
Love you will never lack
If you adopt our Zackety Zack Zack
My name’s Lancelot
Like my distant cousin the ocelot
I want to be king of the sandlot
I like my foster home alot
But I want my own Camelot
Won’t you please plot
To adopt your very own Sir Lancelot?
Such a lady is Lilbit
Demanding attention is not her habit
She patiently waits a bit
Then by your side she’ll sit
And gently ask for it
She’d love to be a perfect fit
Won’t you please adopt a lady like Lilbit?
Category: Poetry
Tags: adoption, Bacardi and JB, cat, cat adoption, lancelot, lilbit, Poetry, zack Leave a Comment
28
Nov 2009
on this winter’s night
let me fill
your stocking with song
as the icicles melt
into holly holy rain
salty tracks
to be tasted and cherished
while overcast skies
are torn asunder
between your heart and mine
our souls joined as one
by threads woven in the stars of old
while the flame elves dance
their ring of fire on the yuletide logs
let me drink
of your holly holy eyes
sparkling in the candlelight
mystifying wonders
to be found in their depths
I don’t need mistletoe
to answer the sweet enchantment
of your parted lips
holly holy dream
let me adorn
a garland of kisses
upon your skyclad flesh
promises of ectasy and fulfillment
my hands
a gentle sleigh
following the course
of your soft smooth curves
and making snow angels
at the hollow of your back
my tongue
southward seeking
your delicate pink ornament
hidden amongst tiny downy wreaths
who could have foretold
I would find the precious gift of you
this Christmas night
holly holy dream
let me be your shelter
take and wrap
this moonlight blanket of my love
around you
and
sleep
in the heavenly peace
of my arms
holly holy love
©Lynn Kupfer
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