Starpoet by Lisa Jain Thompson
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The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. X, No. LI (December 20, 2009 C.E.)
StarPoet Newsletter by Lisa Jain Thompson

I need to get this off my chest:  At this point in time to the best of my knowledge, I do not remember having sex with Tiger Woods. 

Meanwhile, back in the real world, here come the solstice and the holidays.

Addendum: as I write this on Saturday, there is eight inches of wet snow on the ground with eight or more inches still to come.  We have ourselves a merry old December blizzard that I shall call the Great Barack Blizzard of 2009 until a better term arises.

Allah be merciful, God bless us one and all.

The sun has gone
Gone gone gone gone gone
The light has gone
Gone gone gone gone gone

Yet the sun returns
The light returns
Come back to where
You once belonged

Let's do it again
Like we did last summer
Comeback comeback
Comeback to my loving arms

Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2009 CE 

 

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, sun, sun, sun, here it comes ...

-- George Harrison

in the spirit

A-Caroling

Let us go then,
You, me, and the Christmas tree,
A-caroling down to the karaoke bar;
You can play straight, I will be gay,
And we'll sing about the babe
Who came into the world
To save the heterosexuals.

Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy,
Look at what he has become,
The child, the babe,
The son of Mary.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)

Conspiracy Theorists claim that Santa does not exist and that it is not an "inside job" but parents.

This is can be shown to be unsound, using the same logic and principles that "9/11 Debunkers" use.

Consider...

A THOSE INVOLVED IN THE COVER-UP

- Is it really likely that an entire half of the population of the world would go to such trouble to convince the other half that a big fat man was going to slide down the chimney?
- What would parents hope to gain by this?
- Why hasn't anyone broken ranks and come forward to expose everyone in the newspapers?
- Is it really likely that Department stores, concerned about legal action would all claim to have a visit by celebrity without any of them checking his ID?

B. THE OFFICIAL REPORTS
- The Post Office in Finland accepts millions of mail each year on his behalf - are they really all deceiving us?
- NORAD issues an annual report giving details of radar tracking him each year - how can a report from such a respected source be ignored?
- Reports from NIST clearly show that the average roof would be able to support the weight of a sledge and a team of flying reindeer if evenly distributed.

C. TRADE BALANCE
- Add up all the imports and exports for every country in the world and the world is a net exporter. As this should be zero, this balance must go somewhere. As it cannot leave the planet, this balance must represent material imported by the Pixie factories at the North Pole where the toys are made and indeed, that balance roughly compares with estimates for that received by kids in their stockings.

D. PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE
- There is a mountain of photographic evidence and video tape clearly showing Santa - how can conspiracy theorists not accept such clear evidence?

E. MEANS
- Conspiracy theorists point to the fact that no-one has ever seen Santa filling their stockings. Well, this is clearly unsound for the following reason: if Santa only filled the stocking of kids in Western Europe, he would spend less that 100,00th of a second for each house as he has to do it in just one night...so, no wonder no-one sees him.

F. OFFICIAL CONCLUSION
- Since Conspiracy theorists have been unable to come up with any concrete ideas about Santa, clearly we should accept the official version... that a fat, 1500 year old man delivers these toys to kids every year until they can come up with something that they can prove.

wintering
A Gift from the Lakes

A warm morning,
Low clouds covering the starshine,
Scattering the dull glow of the city lights;

A cold front is working its way
Down from Lake Superior,
Arriving this afternoon preceded by rain.

Winter moves in on the First of December,
Chasing away the last hopes
Of a long fall retreat.

Raise high the hardwood fires, lover,
It's going to be a bumpy night out there.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)
starpoet
World Enough

The world moves in three dimensions
While it and I drift through a fourth,
A relentless, constant entropy
We ever sense but do not see.

Time's presence seasons every bite,
Shades each moment of our lives
With an unconscious anticipation
That each day dogs us with grave concerns.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009) 

Origins of Solstice Celebrations

 

The seasons of the year are caused by the 23.44 degree current tilt of the earth's axis. Because the earth is rotating like a top or gyroscope, it points in a fixed direction continuously -- towards a point in space near the North Star. But the earth is also revolving around the sun. During half of the year, the southern hemisphere is more exposed to the sun than is the northern hemisphere. During the rest of the year, the reverse is true. At noontime in the Northern Hemisphere the sun appears high in the sky during summertime and low in the sky during winter. The time of the year when the sun reaches its maximum elevation occurs on the day with the greatest number of daylight hours. This is called the summer solstice, and is typically on June 21 in the Northern Hemisphere -- the first day of summer. "Solstice" is derived from two Latin words: "sol"meaning sun, and "sistere," to cause to stand still. The lowest elevation occurs about December 21 and is the winter solstice -- the first day of winter, when the night time hours are maximum.

 

In pre-historic times, winter was a very difficult time for Aboriginal people in the northern latitudes. The growing season had ended and the tribe had to live off of stored food and whatever animals they could catch. The people would be troubled as the life-giving sun sank lower in the sky each noon. They feared that it would eventually disappear and leave them in permanent darkness and extreme cold. After the winter solstice, they would have reason to celebrate as they saw the sun rising and strengthening once more. Although many months of cold weather remained before spring, they took heart that the return of the warm season was inevitable. The concept of birth and or death/rebirth became associated with the winter solstice. The Aboriginal people had no elaborate instruments to detect the solstice. But they were able to notice a slight elevation of the sun's path within a few days after the solstice -- perhaps by December 25. Celebrations were often timed for about the 25th.

 

-- Religioustolerance.org

 the poet herself
Disenthralling the World

I could jimmy you a bright poem
Fully chocked with glowing orbs
And clever metaphorlogical allusions;

I could rage against Govermental Tyranny
Or systematic oppression by The Man,
But that would be a far different poet than I am,

One caught up in her own political cant
And the need to overthrow the structure of society,
I am not that poet;

Although I am willing to point out
The foolishness of presidents
And the hypocrisy of self-appointed leaders,
I would rather you made up your own mind
Than have me instruct you how to think,

I am no new age poet or wingnut philosopher;
For the gods know well we have more than
An adequate supply of self-serving prophets :
They have made me a poet, one more for the ages
Than the hurly burly of wind blown passing fashions.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)

STATSHOT

Must-Have Gifts, 2009

22% want Crumby, the out of work robot daddy who doesn't yell

3% want that African album they reviewed on NPR

12% want Call of Duty: Withdrawal Timetable

8% want a Governor For a Couple Years Barbie

33% want a solid, affordable shoeshine kit

10% want  a high-five machine

15% want yellow pants
 
 --
The Onion

the music of the season

Carol

In the fourteenth century a poet wrote
The music we still both play and sing,
An unnamed bard, an ancient song,
Whose delight we know without recall,
So deeply embedded in our DNA.

Would I write a poem as true as Greensleeves,
A melody as pure as the babe, the son of Mary;
Would I believe for just one cold lambing night
That I might change the world with these words,
For Peace, for Goodwill, for all the Earth.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)
                                               
more of the poet StarPoet
Solstice 

I wait for the light to return once more,
For the darkness to retreat
Into the distant corners of the night;

I hunger for spring to brave the winter snow,
For summer's high sun to tan my olive flesh
And drive the emptiness from my soul.

I would the day be long and warm
With stars available on my command
For fireworks and celebrations
And astronomical observations
When there is a comet in the neighborhood,
Or sometimes when the mood demands
A proper setting for passion and romance
Or a walk along a moonlit shoreline.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)

Christmas Tree


Ra pa pam pam Ra pa pam pam
Ra pa pam pam Ra pa pam pam

Light me up with me on top lets falalalala lalalala
Light me up with me on top lets falalalala lalalala
The only place you wanna be is underneath my Christmas tree
The only place you wanna be is underneath my Christmas tree
Light me up with me on top lets falalalala lalalala
Light me up with me on top lets falalalala lalalala

Ho ho ho (Ra pa pam pam) under the mistletoe (Ra pa pam pam)
Yes everybody knows (Ra pa pam pam)
We will take off our clothes (Ra pa pam pam)
Yes if you want us to we will you

Oh oh a Christmas, My Christmas tree is delicious
Oh oh a Christmas, My Christmas tree is delicious

Cherry cherry boom boom!

-- As sung by Lady GaGa
Songwriters: Fusari, Rob; Germanotta, Stefani

santa land
Snowflakes

Snowflakes on my coke,
Santas on my Pepsi,
It's another American Christmas
Brought to you by your grocery;
The carlots are festooned
With elves and plastic wreaths,
Even the commercials bid you merry:
Jingle, Y'all, Dammit, Jingle, I said,
Its the Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hannukah
Full SALE American Holiday!

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)
yes, it was

Holiday Wishes

I want a tree just like a tree
That Mom decorated for Dad,
With real glass ornaments,
Bright, big clunky lights,
And fire hazard tinsel for trim;
And a  mantle with a cribset,
Three wisemen and three camels
Who move closer to the manger each day.
I want an old fashion Christmas
Without church or religion,
Just my family and the gifts Santa brought;
A table set with a plate full with ravioli
Backed by a platter of still warm fried chicken,
Some cardoon and rosé, some coffee and pie,
And those deep fried bowties that Grandma made.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)

A Letter From Santa Claus

Written by Mark Twain to his daughter, Susy

 

Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon
Christmas Morning

My Dear Susy Clemens,

I have received and read all the letters which you and your little sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby sister's jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things which you and the baby ordered in your own letters--I went down your chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all myself--and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we ran out of stock . . . .

 There was a word or two in your mama's letter which . . .I took to be "a trunk full of doll's clothes." Is that it? I will call at your kitchen door about nine o'clock this morning to inquire. But I must not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak--otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery and stand on a chair or the nurse's bed and put your ear to the speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle through it you must speak in the tube and say, "Welcome, Santa Claus!" Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not. If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say "Good-by and a merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens," you must say "Good-by, good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much." Then you must go down into the library and make George close all the doors that open into the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the hall--if it is a trunk you want--because I couldn't get such a thing as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into the fireplace, for I haven't time to do such things. George must not use a broom, but a rag--else he will die someday . . . . If my boot should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to that mark which your good old Santa Claus's boot made on the marble, what will you say, little sweetheart?

 Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.

Your loving Santa Claus
Whom people sometimes call
"The Man in the Moon"

weather

Snow on the Ground

Snow on the ground,
Ice on the streets,
Clouds in the air,
A storm on its way:

A wonderland of winter
If you're watching at your screen;
A cold, shivering morning
If you're walking to your bus.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)

somewhere, someone, too late ...
Old Chestnuts

Chestnuts molding in a fresh food store
Jack Frost scores on TMZ
Yuletide carols 24-7 on the radio,
And guys dressed up as Mrs. Claus

Everybody knows a odd uncle or a friend
Who tries to make his season bright
His eyes are all aglow
When he sees you alone on Christmas night

You know that trouble's on its way
When he shows you all the goodies in his sleigh
And every mother's son and little girl
Just wants their special friend to go away

And so I'm offering you this simple phrase
To kids who have ever been abused
Although its been said many times
Many ways, a Safe and Peaceful Christmas for you.

— Lisa Jain Thompson (December 2009)

CHRISTMAS EATING TIPS

1.  Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare.. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Holiday party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by:

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate and wine in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

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