Chill-o’-the-wisp: phantom organ

got missed

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yet whispering something…

Ghost pulsing hint?

Sign to quit? A blip? Pink elephant?

On a trip, a drift resembles glyph

or the form of one blowing a kiss…

***

The coldness of winter happening this month (in January)

reminds me of these thoughts (that I’m now sharing).

My poem and my painting

are named Chill-o’-the-wisp .

A feeling of something lost

could be part of their gist...

***

Also back on January 11, I added an alternate ending to my poem Choreographer (my previous post).

The following is the link to it (or what I wrote):

If a choreographer likes a cookie,

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If a choreographer likes a cookie,

it could be an Oreo

(since choreographer includes the letters forming oreo).

A cookie can give energy to dance allegro,

with a trio, with moves that are adagio,

maybe really low,

and while doing cardio…

***

International Choreographers Day (9th of January)

plus the possible new year’s resolution

of exercising more in January

reminds me of these thoughts (that I’m now sharing).

My poem has a moniker:

Choreographer.

I hope my poem helps make your day

awesomer.

***

January 11, 2026 Update: Since my mood feels unrelenting,

the following is my poem’s alternate ending:

A choreographer

can sweeten moves of a frolicker.

I hope my poem makes your day

awesomer…

***

© 2009-2026 Z.F. Thrimej

Countdown to Curvy Branch,

hoping someone understands

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(what might seem dicey

could spiral

into another chance)…

***

Counting down on New Year’s Eve (31st of December)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this poem: they’re remembered).

My poem and my painting are named Countdown to Curvy Branch.

When I was observing it,

I think I felt entranced.

Perhaps someone who glanced at it

can view it as a mess

while another might decipher it

(like a Rorschach test)…

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An hors d’oeuvre (on a tree-shaped plate)

looks like an ornament.

Maybe that hors d’oeuvre could be called

an hors d’oeuvrenament.

Served at a preferred event

is that tasty nourishment.

For someone hungry near it,

it is also

encouragement…

***

A Christmas-themed party with ornament-like food (in December)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this poem: they’re remembered).

The moniker of my poem is Hors d’oeuvre.

Near a kitchen, a party

occurred.

***

December 26, 2025 Update: Since my mood feels unrelenting,

I add this bonus (and callback) ending:

If you can imagine

two things being combined,

something new or amusing is what

you might find…

***

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Near the entrance of Crazy Idea Realm,

there stands a helmeted guard

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to protect those who might not be ready,

might be offended, might get scarred.

Ghostly armored is this sentry

knowing unintended pain.

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At times he may seem distant cold,

though this could be

self-restraint…

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Festival of Unmentionable Thoughts (on the 12th of December)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this poem: they’re remembered).

My poem and my painting’s name: Near the Entrance...

Perhaps this guard is undergoing

penance…

© 2009-2025 Z.F. Thrimej

Of the Twelve (with more to tell)

Earlier this year, I shared my poem Of the Twelve

(to read Of the Twelve, this link to it can help:

Of the twelve months’ names, January is

).

The more I thought about it, the more I felt compelled

to write it again here (with an end that’s more developed):

Of the Twelve

Of the twelve months’ names, January is the only one

to include the sound of the word new.

Since January begins the new year,

what if its nu can be a clue?

While new and nu are homophones

(differently spelled),

January’s nu (like deja vu)

is ringing a bell.

National Crossword Solvers Day (8th of December),

the twelfth month being this month (known as December)

plus New Year’s Day and Ring a Bell Day being the 1st of January

remind me of these thoughts (that I’m now sharing).

The echoes in this poem

might seem like coincidence,

but if you listen, reflect, question,

you may learn and find hints…

***

Onto a different subject (so this post not done yet):

Regarding my previous post (and poem) Top of Tree:

More details are I what I added to it recently.

The following is the link to it (with its updates):

The top of a tree looks like it’s giving

Hopefully these updates could also be upgrades.

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The top of a tree looks like it’s giving

the middle finger.

Maybe that tree could be thought of as a clinker,

and maybe the way it looks could be thought of as a zinger.

That tree got flocked up; it’s like

it’s saying “Flock you”.

The spirit of that tree feels honest

and true…

National Giving Month or Month of Giving (December),

and Christmas trees that are flocked in December

remind me of these thoughts (in this poem: they’re remembered).

The title of my poem is Top of Tree.

That tree’s gesture: uncensored,

shameless, and

free

***

12/3/25 Update: To the poem, the line with zinger is what I added on.

I think including zinger is valid and not wrong.

12/6/25 Update: To the poem, I’m adding an ending that’s alternate.

It’s after this line (I think it’s another fit):

A tree can send a message

and plant a seed of poetry.

That tree’s gesture: uncensored,

shameless, and

free…

***

© 2009-2025 Z.F. Thrimej

Canine Bella’s face saying something

like “What”

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(another reason why she is easily loved)…

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Bella looks away like she’s got better things to do.

Her mood might be asking me “Who the f*ck are you?”

Fair and valid is her view;

her honesty and attitude

are what I like too….

***

Blase Day (25th of November)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this poem they are entered).

My poem and my photos are named

Canine Bella.

Maybe she is thinking that I’m

a boring fella.

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Spirits gather in Legend Forest

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(where some go for more rest; I could not ignore this).

At least one is a sorceress;

one might be a contortionist.

Maybe they can be summoned

through a mantra

(or chorus)…

***

Occult Day (18th of November)

reminds me of these thoughts (in this poem: they’re remembered).

My poem and my painting’s name:

Spirits Gather in Legend Forest.

They might look like they’re cloaked

or dreamt in warped mist.

© 2009-2025 Z.F. Thrimej

Satanic Brainchild just hatched and is

wreaking LOTS OF STRESS!!!!!

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Can it kick through someone’s mouth?

Oh hellishly yes!!!!!!

As a controversial, escalating, and/or backfiring idea:

it could be considered evil or unhelpful

like cerebral diarrhea!!!!!!

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National Deviled Egg Day (2nd of November)

and even Halloween (2 days ago, before November)

remind me of these thoughts (in this post: they’re remembered).

My poem and my sketch’s name: Satanic Brainchild.

What’s uncarefully wished for

might be unwise and

unbridled…

© 2009-2025 Z.F. Thrimej