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Our Christmas Eve Dinner

'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found! We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet. shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!” When from the next room we heard such a noise Jenny squealed, “Santa Claus must have brought toys!” We then heard a sound like a whimpering pup saying, “Help. I’ve fallen and cannot get up.” Grandpa jumped up and then rushed to the door that led to the bathroom. There on the floor lay our poor grandma, eyes widened in fear, looking like she’d got run over by reindeer! The dresser had fallen. It had her pinned down. Grandma was wildly flailing around. More swiftly than Rudolph, we did all we were able. We unpinned her. Then Mom yelled, “Back to the table!” Back to the dining room all we kids came As our mom started to call us by name. “Davy, Mel, Jenny, Angie, Marie. . . Get back here now. I’m counting to three!” Like animals not having eaten all day, stuck in a cage without getting their way, we sat at that table our bellies all growling, and Davy, the baby, by now was howling. And then finally what did appear? Dad with our grandpa and grandma so dear! Supported by both our grandpa and dad, Grandma was flushed and looking quite bad. She was dressed in a housecoat trimmed in white lace and a big purple bruise had now formed on her face. Mom pulled out a chair helping Grandma to sit, and then our dad bellowed, “OK, have at it!” Our mouths how they watered to see the large ham. “And that isn’t all,” said Mom, “I made lamb!” Her small pretty mouth was turned up in a grin, “The food’s getting cold now. Children, dig in.” Our dad how he laughed as he poured lots of gravy onto his potatoes and kidded with Davy. And Grandma sat smiling despite her great fall while Grandpa gulped spiked nog, not talking at all. With eyes that seemed bigger than my own belly, I dished out big spoonfuls of cranberry jelly. Mom winked and I knew I had nothing to dread. Her pleasure was in us all being well fed. I went straight to work at stuffing my face when suddenly Mom said, “We didn’t say grace!” We closed our eyes listening to our dad’s prayer. I peeked but was met by my mom’s warning stare! Dad finished the prayer with a hearty Amen. Then we were all grabbing Mom’s fixings again. When the food had all vanished and our stomachs hurt, we heard Dad exclaim, “So what’s for dessert?” For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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One Last Hug

A wise man once had told me
as I sat sadly on his knee
Son, don’t be afraid to hug someone
When you get the opportunity

He said life’s too short for shaking hands
and keeping distance there
Just hug someone because you can
To show them that you care.

“You know”, he whispered  as he leaned  to me
with his eyes so full of love
“my daddy  told me when I was small
that they came from God above”.

So he gave me a great big hug and said
how does it make you feel?
I said with giggling laughter
“like a silly circus seal “

Well  God he knew, that we would need
Something  to touch our heart
When times got tough and we were sad
and needed a new start

So he created hugs to cheer us up
and make us feel brand new
Because no matter who we are
we need to feel loved too

So my son you can shake a hand
and play the average role
Or you can hug a man with open arms
and you’ll have touched his soul

That wise man who so long ago
held me upon his knee
Was the greatest hugger that ever lived
he was my dear ol’ dad you see.

But now he’s gone and I’m feeling sad
Cause I miss him oh so much
The way he kissed and hugged you tight
He had a special touch

So if I had, a single wish
to make this sadness flee
I’d wish a moment with that wise old man
A  “one last hug” for me.

Hug Someone Today!


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Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too


                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome


                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

   
                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet


                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               
                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

             
                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast





Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy




Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL

                                 


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The Room Of Study

To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge

An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat

The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine

Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret




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The Silent Chair


Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair,
He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm,
As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm.

He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose,
His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose.
Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime,
For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time.

His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true,
Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew.
Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile,
I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while.

Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair. 	



18th July 2013


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A Happy Day

In mind's eye I reminisce, watching children play   
of a spring day sitting here, seeing my children play

blessed to see their smiles, when they hit, slid or fell 
A happy day begin playing ball, in this story I will tell

A kiss and hug I get, dad please take us to the fair 
Seeing the rides, ooh's, awe's echo from our pair

Eating fried dough, peanuts, "Boy! see the games over there" 
We're playing with family and friends, as they make a dare  

Can't miss any ride that twists, mixes, spins or flys in the air
There's so much to see, ride and play with, in a day at the fair 

Hearing "thanks mom and dad" that night, walking to the car 
"Stay awake" they say as we move, you know they can't get far

This day all started with thoughts of fun, smiles and laughs 
both asleep, with their dreams, today, mom and dad can laugh 






PD:
Any poem you posted during this month of* APRIL ~except ~ No! No! Bunny poems, or Easter poems..NOR other contest entries.

entered by Tom Larrow


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Little Bimbo

Bimbo
A long time ago we had a pet, his name was Little Bimbo
He came to us all bald and crying, his mother he didn’t know.

Our dad had bought him from some kids, who were trying to kill him to eat.
They had killed his mother before, and now they wanted this baby for meat.

Our dad was a strong sailor and it was before the quarantine laws.
He threw the children money, and grabbed the baby’s paws.

Bimbo came to live with us, he lived inside a fireside oven.
You may think we would eat him, but no. it was the warmth that it did govern.

Bimbo grew and played with us like a little brother or sister.
He would hide inside our jumper, if he didn’t like a strange mister.

One day poor Bimbo trapped his tail, it was really quite a shock.
Especially when the vet said, "The rest of it was also for the chop."

Poor Bimbo was now accident prone, his balance he had lost.
He fell into a thorn bush one day and now his sight was lost.

The vet was upset, but not as much as we were on that day.
Our little pet monkey Bimbo was taken far away.

Our mum tried to pretend he was being looked after. and that he was well
We knew the truth when the vet came round, and returned  Bimbo’s little Bell.

©~GG~ 2012


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Daddy's Guns

I love guns and I have plenty.
When Daddy passed he had near twenty

He kept them locked in the safe I built,
Loaded and ready with no blood spilt.

For him a gun was a precision tool,
Not to be handled by just any fool.

He taught us all how to use a gun.
Took us to hunt and we sure had fun.

The day before my Daddy died,
He called us each to his bed side

And gave us guns from his collection.
He knew we needed no direction.

We keep them cleaned and polished each
Remembering his final speech.

"Care for this and when you die,
Give it to your son - please try -

Make sure he knows its proper use.
Take it now - and don't refuse."



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Sleighride

The frightful winter storm is o'er, now all is so serene.
Mellow moonbeams now flood the wondrous wintry scene!

The gaily-festooned sleigh glides silently o'er the pristine snow,
Laden with festive revelers, their ruddy faces all aglow!

The two svelte steeds trot rhythmically o'er snowy hill and dell.
Sweet melodic tunes chime merrily from each tiny harness bell!

Mom keeps hot cider flowing to fill each empty mug.
Recalling days of yore, Dad slyly steals a kiss and hug!

The kids urge Dad to make the horses go a little faster.
"No" says he, "With drifts ahead we'd surely court disaster!"

Candlight welcomes them to Grandma's house just beyond the bend!
Boundless love and a roaring fire await them, on that they can depend!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 8 in Francine Roberts' "A Winter Couplet" Contest - November 2011


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My Guardian Angel

I have an Angel guiding and watching over me, every day and every night
When I’m alone and sad, I can feel the Angel hugging me tight.

My tears are been wiped away before they can even fall.
If only heaven had a telephone, I would make an everyday call.

My fears have been diminished for He is always at my side.
When I have no one to talk to, He’s the one that I confide.

This was His promise that He had made to me.
That He will always be here for me no matter what may be.

And till this very day, that promise is kept true,
For my Dad is my Guardian Angel still protecting me like He use to do.


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Cancer

Cancer, I hate you with a deep passion
You took my dad not in a timely fashion

My dad was the backbone of our family
His absence left an aching need cavity

He held our family together with prayer
Away from Satan’s snare and hell’s fire

Then one day he was so terrible sick
We thought this must be a silly trick

The doctor said he had not much time
O no the family thought this is a crime

The best father there was down by cancer
Riding on a black horse this hated lancer




For Michael J. Falotico's contest


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FROM HELL TO ME

               Hidden away by a Mother's love
	To the protective torture of the clergy glove
	Sentenced to a life of hell
	Before life began, the hammer fell

	Frightened children, black and white
	The dog yard coffin, the dark of night
	The stars looked down on naked flesh
	Scared eyes looked up through wire mesh

	Until the stars could look no more
	And the sun, it opened daylights door
	The demons woke and walked the halls
	The scream of silent “help me” calls

	No one hears their silent pain
	Or see’s the blood between the grain
	A nation’s fear of God above
	No one to hold, no one to love

	Finally a letter states
	We want them home, freedom awaits
	But where is heaven, where is hell
	Through their fear, they cannot tell

	Violence, drink and Daddie’s girl
	Wishing she could be a pearl
	All safe and snug, within the clam
	No one to fear, but who I am

	So, who am I and what’s my worth
	What’s my purpose, on this earth?
	I’m here to live, and one day die.
	I am me – myself – Just I


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Stairway To Heaven

I wish the Gods would create a stairway, that would lead me straight to You. 
To spend special days like these above the sky so blue 

I would do the things we lost out on back when I was just a child 
And capture every moment of your ever beautiful smile.

I would write down every moment and new memory that we make.
And read it every time my heart starts to ache. 

I’ll never ever get tired of hugging You all day. 
As Your arms are my favourite place I wish I could forever stay. 

But for now Dad I can just keep wishing and praying that this comes true. 
As I cannot wait for the day that I’ll start to spend forever again with You. 


Written On Dads Birthday
08-01-2013


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Nothing You Can't Do

Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there
This was the special time that his dad always had to share

He taught him to throw and to catch how to swing his bat
Every game he played front row is where his dad was at

Started off with tee ball and even then he was a superstar
Not one of the older kids could hit the ball near as far

Then he moved up to softball and what was clear to see
The boy had a natural gift as natural as a gift could be

When he made it to hardball believe these words are true
Matt was one of the best pitchers the world ever knew

Through school and into Collage there never was any doubt
Their best player step up to the plate, Matt would fan them out

Sometimes in life just when we start thinking everything is great
Whether or not we deserve what happens we meet a divesting fate

Matt was out on a Friday night after pitching a picture perfect game
With the stands full of pro scouts promising him a career and life of fame

His fastball clocked at 98 and his control was pinpoint on the spot
After every game he would hug his dad and tell him “Dad thanks a lot”

A drunk driver ran a red light and ended Matt’s career that night
Being left a Paraplegic as it turns out would be Matt’s final plight

A lesser man would have been angry he would wallow in his hate
But that path was not for Matt he just stepped right up to the plate

Became one of the worlds greatest sit down skiers, the first to do a flip
Matt didn’t just come back swinging he was swinging from the hips

You see Matt’s dad didn’t just play with him he taught him the game
He taught him how to fully believe in himself, the W by his name

What Matt learned from Baseball he taught to you know who
Long as you believe in and assert yourself, nothing you can’t do



Written in honor of Matt Oberholtz
who I was fortunate enough to meet
because my friend Nick Jenkins was
his roommate. Want to talk about a
cool guy ice cycles shot out the back
of his water ski. Oddly enough I wrote
Matt's poem for Matt's contest.


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War-Born Lullaby

I hear a mother softly cry
As she sings a war-born lullaby.

The song of a father who went away,
To give freedom one more day.

He promised that he would return,
Return from watching evil burn.

It was a promise he could not keep,
As now he sleeps an eternal sleep.

He gave his life so his child could see,
A land of freedom and liberty.

His body now rests beneath green grass,
His medals and picture behind clear glass.

His soul, however, is not gone.
His ideas and dreams are carried on.

She sings the song of war’s high cost.
She sings the song of freedom not lost.

She sings of a father’s sacrifice,
For his country and family he gave his life.


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Why mom why

I was crying with my mother who was sitting with unpaid bills at the desk,
I said "momma (between tears) why did Dad not just get rid of the grotesque?

She replied " I do not know why your dad kept that woman in his life"
I guess he did not care for your future and now the burden is on his x wife

I said "Mom, we can not afford college or university or any good school"
"How could have done such a crazy thing that was so damn cruel?"

She said " I do not know why your dad would not hear the message of God"
"He seemed to prefer conversation, comments, twitter and company of that fraud"

I said "Mom, did he not know this was going to happen and for it to be this way?"
Mom said " Oh yes your dad knew for God sent a prophet to try to keep this at bay"

I said " Mom why did he not listen I want a better life and a better job please?"
She replied " I am sorry your dad did not see you as the most important duties"


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Everyday is father's day

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You are my Days my glowing bright Daze You are my Night my shining armored Knight You are my Son my daily rising Sun You are my Peace you are the final Piece Every Day is Father’s Day


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Disasterous Night - 16 July 2014

A same night, a week back
Passed as the night, the week back
Took all away from me the person
Who was mine, my eternal life.
©


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I'm

I'm not angry anymore I've cried too many tears,

 I've been the one to overcome my fears.

 I'm not sorry that I don't know you it's the path you chose to take,

 angry with my mother you see me as a mistake. 

 I'm not missing out on my children's lives to me it is my duty,

 this opportunity is a gift filled with lots of beauty.

 I'm not sad anymore I've tried too hard to reach you,

 only one chance I wanted, I'm not here to try and preach you. 

 I'm not ashamed anymore,  I've accepted that you don't want this,

 we have no memories together, there's nothing for me to miss.

 I'm not pulling myself apart because of a choice you made,

 it's on your conscious forever, but for me this hurt will fade.

 I'm  not perfect but I'm not afraid to face the things in  life,

 I hope you are happy raising someone else's children, sitting cosy with 
your wife. 

 I'm your only daughter In my heart I know you once cared,

 the situation was crazy too young you ran off scared.