This week let’s write a chimney poem. Hang your best metaphors and similes with care in the hopes that some readers soon will be there. Then post your poem, covered with ashes and snow, right there, down in the comments below.
This week let’s write a chimney poem. Hang your best metaphors and similes with care in the hopes that some readers soon will be there. Then post your poem, covered with ashes and snow, right there, down in the comments below.
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Now how could I possibly write a poem better than the one you wrote for the prompt?
Thank you Bartholomew, for everything you do for Living Poetry. Happy Holidays!
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Posted by JeanMarie | December 22, 2025, 2:04 PMThank you, JM! And thanks for being a vital part of LP.
And my mangy doggerel prompt is no excuse for not writing a poem this week.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 22, 2025, 7:52 PMI See Santa, No, I Don’t
Last year, Santa donned a hazmat
suit and gas mask for his rounds.
This year, Santa said that yellow
didn’t suit his skin tone.
He got sick from batshit
on my chimney shaft and hearth.
Medicare refused to cover
such an odd disease.
This year, he won’t visit me.
He emailed me instead.
I’ll get Starbucks gift cards
in my stocking Christmas Eve.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | December 22, 2025, 6:47 PMSanta needs to shop local. Thanks for sharing, Nolcha!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 22, 2025, 7:58 PMYou’re welcome, Bart! I think you identified Santa’s problem.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | December 23, 2025, 1:26 PM