Category: Poem

December 19th- Bay City Christmas by Lapfordlass

Through the season, bells will ring.
Folks dress up and carols sing,
Trees are dressed with candy canes,
Lights and tinsel, popcorn chains.
Everywhere, you’ll see the holly.
Without a doubt – Starsky’s jolly!

On the streets, the homeless try
Finding shelter, keeping dry,
Dirty faces, lonely eyes,
Hoping for the gift of smiles.
Their suffering is all too much
And helps to make a grumpy Hutch.

A helping hand is deserved;
Doors thrown open, hot meals served;
Blond and brunet, side by side,
Help to cheer this Christmas tide.
They’re sharing Christmas, Starsky and Hutch,
Because gifts of friendship mean so much.

‘Round the world, angels winging
Seeking joy, care and giving,
Spying thoughtful love and pity
On the streets of our Bay City:
This simple seasonal reminder
To leave the world a little kinder.

December 16th- 12 Days of Starsky and Hutch Christmas by KiraBerlin

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A [reload] cartridge to feel carefree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven tissues for wiping,
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve times of cumming,
Eleven tissues for wiping,
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven rounds of rimming,
Sex games a-playing,
Five cock rings,
Four loving words,
Thrice swollen glans,
Two looks of love, and
Brought his package to be here with me!

December 13th- Christmas Thoughts by David Starsky by Lapfordlass

I long for Christmas all year round;
For snow to fall without a sound;
To see the lights and mistletoes
And “folks dressed up like Eskimos”.

I love the sound of “Jingle bells”,
And decorations, and the smells
That make my season full of cheer.
I try to keep it all the year.

He doesn’t like the phony sights
Of money spent on twinkly lights.
He thinks about the poor and sad
And how for some there is no ‘glad’.

He misses folks, those long since gone,
Who used to fill his childhood home;
Who gave him hugs that were enough
And made the season bright with love.

I understand why he’s a Grinch.
I know he’s got a heart too big.
He tells me that it’s all a fake
Yet gets me presents anyway.

We’ll sing the carols, Christmas Eve,
And put the popcorn on the tree.
We’ll share the Day with each dear friend
‘Cause love’s what matters in the end.

December 8th- Forever Me and Thee by SH4EVER

The day we met, I knew
Something special came to be
Our spirits were united,
Forever me and thee.

We traveled down life’s pathways
Though the future we couldn’t see —
We knew we’d be together
Forever me and thee.

There were those who tried to break the bond
That exists between you and me
But we’ll always be together
Forever me and thee.

Now the years have strengthened
The feelings that will be
The bond that stands between us
Forever me and thee.