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Poor Peter Pumpkin

Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.

Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!

I think it’s time for you to finally go face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!

“Oh my,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”

Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.

They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.

The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”

Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.

We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat.

Peter trembled and grew chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”

He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As  he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!

“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you both help me!”

Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.

For he ran across a guy named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!

Written by Andrea Dietrich and Jan Allison, for the 
Halloween Co-Writes Poetry Contest of  Diane Locksley

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Great white bird high in the sky Take me away, take me away Off to some exotic land Take me away, take me away Fly me off to wonderland Take me away, take me away Let me unwind on soft golden sand Take me away, take me away Let me forget my cares for a day Take me away, take me away In dreamland I just want to stay Take me away, take me away Jan Allison 27th October 2014

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Christmas Castaways

Christmas Castaways

My good friend Jerry’s unemployment had run out
I feared print journalism’s future was in doubt

But while we commiserated on Christmas Eve
A disheartening report was broadcast on TV

Local law enforcement had been busy that day
People found living in the woods had been cast away

These homeless families had set up tents on state land
And police had ordered these squatters to disband

How heartless it seemed that these souls should be tossed out
Poor folks who had nothing and learned to do without

We shut off the TV, couldn’t take it anymore
And headed for a café with joyful décor

Just twenty degrees as we drove down the highway
Where a sight neath a bridge caused far more dismay

A couple and their small child huddled together
Trying hard to stay warm in cold winter weather

Sad images of Bethlehem flashed through my mind
With no room at the inn for the savior of mankind

I looked at my friend and he returned my glance
We both felt this family needed a second chance

“Pull over,” he murmured, “we can’t just leave them here
These folks deserve to share in our holiday cheer”

So money that could have bought steak dinners for two
We used to buy hamburgers for our five-member crew

Some cash left over for a room at Motel Six
Not a real solution – a temporary fix

We returned Christmas Day; our church would take them in
But they had checked out; it was half past eleven

For long I’ve wondered what happened to this family
And what each Christmas holds for those who are needy 

*Recollection of Christmas, 2007, when the economy started to fail.

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,      ,        ,        ,

here I am in NYC...packing after a safari –theme night party
with Soup members two nights ago, filled with awed revelry.
shrieks whistling on linked arms during a photo shoot,
as live cheers of Constance and Andrea went “ whoot!”

while Debbie and Michael hosted “Tag, you’re ‘It’ “games
bringing Nikko and Sara to compete in spelling members’ names…
I still remember Robert H. reciting his comic spiels, what a blast!
our jaws locked from clapping at Dr. Ram’s impromptu dance act,

till Kashinath  segued into a sitar  rap in his flashy jungle attire
prompting Linda to donate PM prizes, much to our hearts’ desire.
on our table, an exciting blend of brew amped repartee’s pitches
amused by Brian fleshing parts of short forms without glitches,

enter wacky Sydney applying geographic values to long verse usage  
with footnotes on how worlds expand over time from poetic vantage,
oh, how Gwen sparkled with pleasantries as cups of jokes poured
most memorable of all, the warm  personal shares of soupers' world

that drew us closer as real people with scraps here and there
recalling red-cherry days and funny bloopers’ wear and tear…

and as I leave from 8th street hailing a  taxi to catch a plane,
notes and album tugged this heart, anticipating next gang’s chain.


,          ,          ,          ,           ,

DEDICATED TO P.D: get well soon and take your daily dose your soup!

*notes: with admiration for soup members included herein... all in the
           name of pure fun!

* Gwendolyn Rix, Brian Strand, Sydney Peck, Myself
* For Michael Falotico’s Table for Four/ P.D Soup Contest
* by nette onclaud

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He was a very handsome lad
A very good life he had

Out proud he held his chest
More beautiful then the rest

So it was him that we picked
The others were very ticked

They didn't realize how lucky they were
As we took Tom and walked out the door

I sat here today and my fingers I did lick
This was the best turkey we ever picked

Your Choice Verse contest
for Brian Strand
Honorable Mention

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Naughty Kitties In A Silver Tree

Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play

Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!

But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be

With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose

For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!

Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone

I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song

Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots

Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!

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Thief in the Night

I bought all the candy for Halloween night, 
Into the cupboard, it sat in plain sight

When later I looked, I just about flipped!
I saw empty wrappings, the bags were all ripped!

The treats were all missing, back to the store
I bought several bags, at least three or four.

Now back in my kitchen, I climbed on a chair
To hide them up high on a shelf that was bare...

Behind an old crock pot that he'd never use...
But would you believe, he discovered my ruse?!!!

The big night arrived and much to my grief
The candy had been eaten by that darn sweet toothed thief!!!!

The door bell was ringing, trick-or-treaters had come
I ducked out the back door, and fast did I run!!

Right back to the store, I flew like a witch...
The clerks heard me cursing, like a grouchy old b - - - -!

The store had no candy, sold out every piece
No Big Hunks, no Snickers, no Hersheys or Reese

I bought bags of apples.... gave them out in disgrace
Every kid on the block had disgust on his face

The next Halloween, I'm not buying ahead
I'm a last minute shopper for the candy, instead..

And to all you folks, who buy treats in advance
My advice to you all, is don't take such a chance!
Something else you should learn, from this frustrating tale...,
Next time you buy candy, attach some loud bells!!

------------    P.S.... (A Moral to the story, for an evening so gory).... 

                   He was licking his chops, while he had his sweet binge
                   But goblins were watching, ........and took their revenge....
                   That Halloween scrooge...Mr. Thief in the Night
                   He chipped his back molar, as he took that last bite!!

Submitted for "Funny Spooks" contest
Sponsored by Carol Brown

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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb

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Our Lords Plight

This poem covers the greatest story ever told
Greater than all the kings and all their gold
This story will bring about deep reflection
Starting with the Immaculate Conception
Of all the stories this is the greatest of all
A complex child born in a simple stall
Quickly the news covered the land
A virgin would be Gods right hand
Inside of her womb a God to a son
Imagine this story has just begun
Everyone knew this child was born to design
Just open your heart and look for the sign
 Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great
The first-born son was Harrods fate
Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call
To become the greatest glory of all
This is my master this is our Lord
He is the wielder and we are the sword
He chose his disciples of simple men
Hear tell one was straight out of the pen
The Pharisees called on Pilot the king
At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing”
I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate
Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate
Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in
Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins
We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross
As far as humanity that was our greatest loss
But through all the loss just look at the gain
Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain
Over 2000 years after this child was born
He came to the prison to make my heart warm
Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free
I reckon the rest would be up to me
As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights
Think of the story of our Lords plight

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I called up the thunder; I called up the rain;
I left a message; and gave them your name.
  I left a deposit; at Your Rent to Own;
  As soon as they get some; they'll deliver it home.
I  e mailed the Governor; with request for some snow;
But nobody answered; they're busy you know.
  Frosty the Snowman; says he'll try his best;
  To grant you your wishes; for this special request.
I got in my car; and drove in the dark;
To that special place; where angels do hark.
  I entered the union; of Unity Hall;
  They said they can do it; they'll give you a call.
At Natural Disasters; they all agreed;
They guaranteed me; you'd get what you need.
  I yelled up to Heaven; I asked for the boss;
  St.Peter then told me; for you there's no cost.
Early this morning; was a knock on my door;
Good God it was Elvis; singing let the snow pour.
  Cathy my dearest; worry do not;
  Sweet heart I'm on it, with all that I got.

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My Paradise

 I'm borrowing a gorgeous country
 I may borrow it as often as I can

 I accept their courtesy and smile
 I smile back and are happy to provide a helping hand

 I am enjoying the sun in this sunny land
 I think of autumn and the rain back home

 I'm enjoying the day with all my enjoyment
 I hope the day could've been much longer

 I am delighted with the floral scent that fills the air
 I listen to the waves rolling along the seaside

 I listen to the prayer that comes from the mosque
 I feel a quiet peace lowered into my body

 I'm borrowing this beautiful country, just for fourteen days
 I am free of thoughts, free from time ..... I'm in my paradise Turkey

Turkey  -  20.09.2012
A-L  Andresen :)

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Best Wishes

2011 was here but is now gone away
2012 is here now with one extra day
I am not going to make a resolution
Simply because it causes me confusion
Wishing the best to all I hold dear
Joy,love,good health for this year

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Christmas Bliss

I cherish the Christmas time of the year.
People are in the streets grinning ear to ear.

Children faces light up with joy.
Pondering on their favorite toy.

This the season we remember to give and share.
It is a way to let others know we really care.

We are told wise men came to a manger to seek
Later wise men would hear this child speak.

If I had but one Christmas wish,
It would be for you to know a Christmas bliss.

Edward J Ebbs - Christmas 2003

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I Do Believe In Santa Claus

I do believe in Santa Claus.
Although I'm scared he'll see my flaws.
I think he knows I pick my nose
and play with jam between my toes.
He probably knows I bite my nails
and burp and fart to no avails'
But what I know for sure is strange.
That I am stubborn and will not change.

I do believe in Santa Claus
who sees me when I'm sleeping.
And hide beneath my pillow
when I think that he is peeking.
I know I've made the naughty list
and even changed my name.
Unless he knows my old address
and holds me to my shame.

I do believe in Santa Claus...
but I am cautious just the same.

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Halloween hand me downs

I was the youngest kid of eight
Halloween was never that great
Orange clown shoes were too big
An old purple horrendous witch's wig

My sisters tutu I that wouldn't use
My brothers cape smelled of doo doo
Superman pants that didn't latch
And that makeup covered eye patch

That Halloween I knocked on this door
The lady was laughing and kicked the floor
Her husband then came around to peek
Then laugh so hard his knees got weak

She said "Oh honey, let's give him the lot"
He agreed, only if I posed for a snapshot
She said "you stay right there, don't move"
I took off so fast, I lost my clown shoes

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Thanks. You are Souper!

I thought I would just say
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!

For all of You Souper people are 
In my estimation, the ones who care.

It is wonderful to have your comments, too
When I write something here for all of you.

The joy of reading your works and words
Goes well beyond the things I've heard.

And in the short time that I have around you
Friendships through words abound, too.

I say that you are the cheeriest bunch
With whom I have never sat down to lunch.

But I'll say a prayer of thanksgiving for all
And hope that the Lord hears my call.

For tomorrow when we remember the good things in life
I'll count all of you in, with a thought none too brief.

With you I feel like I am a true part,
So, I say "Thank You All, from the bottom of my heart".

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The Best Gifts

My youngest child taught me something today
That I had almost forgotten along the way

At this precious age the focus isn’t money
Or finding the promised land of milk and honey

As soon as we decorated our Christmas tree
She placed a gift beneath it saying, “For mommy from me”

It wasn’t a gift from a catalog or store
This special gift was so much more

She ran to her room, found her favorite toy, you see
Then placed it in a cracker box and gave it to me

No wrappings or ribbons just the heart of my child
With glowing eyes and a tender loving smile

That, my friends, is how Christmas should be 
Because the best gifts aren’t found beneath the tree

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

“…and a little child will lead them.”~ Isaiah 11:6

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I was enjoining my afternoon siesta Just wearing my knickers no vest’a When the noise of the fire bell arose Oh heck I was wearing few clothes My hubby said ‘Jan that’s the bell’ I said ‘On no!’ With a yell I jumped out of bed with a leap Found all my clothes in a heap I struggled to find my white vest (It covers my large hairy chest) Phew! The sound of the bell it did stop So back into bed I did hop 30th October 2014 Jan Allison

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Give Them A Miracle This Year

Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands. One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans. To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised. This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise. They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made. With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed. Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife

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Christmas Shopping

Town malls are cluttered with Christmas shoppers,
toting packages of last-minute-list-droppers.

Carols echo from high pillared ceiling,
leaving one and all with a charitable feeling.

Door frames draped with assorted Christmas light,
center stands a lit tree, what a glorious sight.

Children align mall walls waiting for Santa Claus,
to listen to their wishes and wants, just because.

Long grueling lines wind through department aisles,
confirming it is Christmas with occasional smiles.

Feet are aching from walks to distant shop,
shoppers sitting on benches, some refuse to stop.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

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Be Of Good Cheer This Thanksgiving Day

May tranquility reign and grace your Thanksgiving board this year,
As you thank the Good Lord for all the blessings you hold dear!

I pray that it will be a time of good cheer and not a free-for-all,
As in the dysfunctional family described below, ending in a brawl!

Grandpa said grace that rambled on interminably while stomachs growl.
Grandma had heard enough of that and poked him with a warning scowl!

Pompous Uncle Blimp boasted about the democrats winning the election,
While saner heads steered the conversation in a more innocuous direction!

Ne'er-do-well Cousin Cletus who was recently released from prison,
Wailed about being falsely imprisoned saying the cannabis wasn't his'n!

Aunt Louise complained that she didn't get the turkey gizzard as was her due!
Dad was happily sozzled having consumed too much of his homemade brew!

Little Marvin slopped gravy on grandma's prized heirloom tablecloth!
Nana screeched about controlling your brats - she was most visibly wroth!

The kid howled and mommy hugged him saying, "It was not your fault!"
In the aftermath, little was said except an occasional, "Pass the salt!"

Elbows flew and the hapless turkey's carcass was stripped clean and bare!
Grandpa removed his teeth to take a snooze, fed up with the whole affair!

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

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Happy Holiday

Happy Holiday to each and everyone of you
May your hopes and your dreams for the new year all come true
It'a magical time for children of all ages
To show how much we care and try to remember the reason we are all here
To love and show compassion
Not just at holiday time
But all through the coming year after year

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  When I was just a boy, growing up in Chicago
  My best friend was "Jimmy", who loved the monsters so!

  He was younger than me in more ways than one,
  But I enjoyed my time with him...we always had fun.

  One year for Halloween he bought monsters to build,
  Needing my help, we painted and glued and every cavity filled.

  There was Dracula, Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and the Mummy,
  Resplendently painted, delicious and yummy.

  Each was about 12 inches high
  With features that would make a little one cry.

  We set them in a window box with a black light behind
  Turned off the house lights for a real "Trick or Treat" find.

  Jimmy went out in to get his share of the goodies, too
  And when he came back, there was more than enough for us two.

  What really struck me that Halloween night,
  Was the five foot ghost, below the street light.

  Truly a sight to behold it was there,
  And to more than one person did it give a scare.

  Its white shaded body was like none I had seen
  With a face of a gorgon, I was ready to scream.

  It just stood there on the sidewalk watching the kids at the door
  You can believe that those kids always got more.

  I watched this ghost go up and down the street
  Watching the youngsters getting their sweets.

  Then, I realized, it was Jimmy's mom dressed in a sheet
  It covered her over, from her head to her feet.

  The mask that she wore was a scary one 
  But like the monsters in the window,  just done for fun.

  That fluorescent face I will never forget
  I didn't care for monsters...with little regret.

  Her costume rocked me to the core that night
  For the first time I saw it, I had a real fright.

  For I had never expected to see an adult
  Dress up in costume, much less the occult.

  So that is the Halloween that I remember the most
  When a lady I knew, dressed up as a ghost.

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MY Worst Poem Ever: "Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt"

Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt, two nonsense senior rhymers.
Went to bed without a blink and never set their timers.

And when the dawn grew very near; no one was alarmed.
So, Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt slept by good dreams becharmed.

It wasn’t long before their boss called, for they were late.
And on that date there, then, was laid a most devastating fate.

Don’t come to work, dear Martzy Putt, you’re fired and so is Butt!
Then, Scuddle Butt quickly sat up and in a daze asked, “What?”

We have been fired; we did not get up; our boss is very mad.
With Christmas near, there will be no cheer, which is very sad.

So Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt got up and stopped their dreaming.
Instead they put their dunce caps on; then, the phone started ringing.

We want great toys for Christmas: like bikes with streamers streaming.
But that’s not all we want lots more; the youngsters set out scheming.

Many things are now on sale: Motorcycles, video games, and TVs.
Buy us jewelry and new clothes; remember a player for the new DVDs.

Their heads were spinning all around with jubilant sounds demanding.
How in the world will we buy it all; the solution came transcending.

We’ll tell them all Santa Clause is dead; they crucified him last week.
So now it is time to think about commercialism and things you seek.

So, Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt, those nonsense, but wise rhymers.
Planned a plan to save some face, which had been stolen by silent timers.

They set about to educate the children with so many demands.
But before they could, the clock went off, the sequence came from dreamlands.

They quickly got up, put on their clothes, and rushed out for work like they should.
But when they arrived, to each one’s surprise, they had on their pajamas…not good!

© November 17, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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You Inspire Me

You Inspire Me

What inspires me?

A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)

A gifted child

An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.

That inspires me and by the way…

O mother you inspire me (most of all)!

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In The Moment

I'm wondering how far down in this featherbed I can sink
Late December skies are changing from gray to pink

Heavy frost covers winter's lifeless ground
Roosters crowing - the only sound

Christmas is over and I had fun
Love my family, but glad it's done

I feel as stuffed as the Thanksgiving turkey
But want more of mom's home made candy

I think I'll just lay here and snooze all day
But wait......the smell of coffee is drifting this way...:-) 

Donna Jones
In The Moment

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Racks On Reindeer

Racks on reindeer scissor high.
Santa's raised into the sky.
Red clad jacket; red clung toque.
A cute old man you'd call a kook.
With wired frames of bottled glasses
and long bent scarf that waves in passes.
His snub-like nose a faded rose
to match his cheeks and famous pose.
White bulging beard of bouncy motion
yet pepper smeared as though with lotion.
and bold blue eyes that twinkle flakes
and rest below his two brow cakes.
A golden bag with golden ropes
in burlap stitched in seams and slopes.
Holding reins of soft black leather
in pearl white gloves for every weather.
And should you see him for his cause.
Christmas comes with Santa Claus.

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There have been times in our land
When our nation has had to take a stand.

It first began at Bunker's Hill
Where so many men were then killed.

All through that war with the British King
Men here in America were fighting and dying.

They were the first "Veterans" of the US,
When duty calls, there was always a surplus.

Always men of courage it takes it seems
Like those with Jackson at New Orleans.

There were "Veterans" who fought both South and North
When the country was split, her sons poured forth.

Healing those wounds would take some time
But in the end it came in line.

Of course no one remembers the row with Spain
Where America sent her men once again.

The "War to End All Wars" was more than a saying
As loved ones and sweethearts were left home praying.

Oh, Chateau Thierry, the Argonne, Belleau Wood and more
Are now in our history as battles of that war.

Then came the biggest war of all
When the world went crazy in '39's Fall.

Our "Veterans" were there too,
In Africa, Europe, and the Katmandu.

From Casablanca and Casserein on Africa's shore,
To Sicily, Anzio, Normandy, and the Bastogne's of that war.

The Pacific saw its share of death and hell
From the first bombs at Pearl Harbor to Gaudalcanal.

Many "Veterans" died at Iwo Jima, Saipan, Okinawa too,
They shed their blood for me and you.

After the end, we thought we might have some order,
Until the Communists in Korea crossed the border.

The Vietnam era was one of upheaval and race,
Some "Veterans" coming home even received a spit in the face.

For their part the "Veterans" were not to blame,
And for our country, it was a time of shame.

Dessert Storm and Dessert Shield put them in the MidEast
Where terror reigns with sate for a feast.

Yet, the soldier, sailor, or airman know,
If his country calls, he must go.

They follow the traditions of other "Veterans" you see,
They put their lives on the line for both you and me.

To the ones who have worn our country's uniform I say
"Thank You, Veteran", we should honor you with more than one day!

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White Christmas

Presents opened by the hearth,
Gifts of goodness from the heart.

Christmas snow is falling down,
A fresh white blanket for the town.

Little eyes are opened wide,
Snowmen and angels dance inside.

A pure "White Christmas"  for us all.
Warm inside, we watch it fall.

Happy as our hearts are lifted,
A Christmas present God has gifted!

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Talk turkey; talk turkey
It's Thanksgiving day.
Fill up your mouths
the Thanksgiving way.

Gobble down; gobble down
meat and red berries.
Some adding gravy
for flavour that varies.

White mashed potatoes
hollowed in boats.
Filled with yellow butter
that warms 'till it floats.

Turnip and parsnip
mixed in together.
Tangy mild flavour
that lasts forever.

Green tiny peas
piled on the side; 
covered in butter
in tears they have cried.

All for the price of a prayer
to say thanks
and gathering our friends
in a place that is nice.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Thank you Lord for all that is with me
Forever I will praise and adore thee

The miracle of each breath I take with each day
Never taken for granted, thank you I pray

My being is in your hands, you have a plan
Created by you, I live at your command

Along the path you have prepared for me
Thank you for holding my hand and being the key

Written by:  Debra Falgout
November 21, 2012  "Happy Thanksgiving Everyone"

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I Believe

As for the origin of holidays, I'm definitely not very smart.
I am a Catholic Christian, speaking simply from my heart.

Concerning Christmas and Easter, we have been doubly blessed.
We have experienced the great Love of God made manifest!

Christmas is the holiday that celebrates our Savior's birth,
The day God chose to send His Perfect Love to earth!

On Easter we remember the gift of His life, death, and resurrection.
We wait with hope in His return, with His Holy Spirit our connection!

As our Blessed Mother Teresa shared concerning love for God,
Be faithful in your service to Him wherever you may trod.

Whether you are Hindu, Christian, Muslim, or Jew,
The Creator of us all holds us with His Love so true!

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Turkey Gabble

Again 'tis that time of year when I must evade that forebodin' axe!
With the thought of my neck on the choppin' block, I jes' cain't relax!

How about a goose er duck to complement yer pies, beans and peas,
Er yer grandma's meatloaf to go with them sweet pertaters if you please!

I certainly ain't got nothin' to celebrate and be thankful fer,
And with that my cousins, brothers and sisters wholly concur!

I pray you'll find other victuals in which to stab yer knife and fork.
May I respectfully suggest that you eat more beef, feesh and pork!

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

Placed No. 2 in Russell Sivey's "Challenge - Max 8 Lines" Contest - October 2011

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Buy a pumpkin, big and round;
Choices at the stands abound.
Pick one with a solid stem –
You’ll know when you’ve found a gem.

Cut a circle ‘round the top;
Dig inside – remove the glop.
Separate each slimy seed;
Patience is what you will need.

Rinse and dry this pumpkin treat;
Spread them on a cookie sheet.
Shake some salt and let them bake;
Undersalting’s a mistake.

Meanwhile, get your sharpest knife;
Time for Jack to get a life.
Carve a face with sneer or grin,
Then you poke a candle in.

Now your Jack-O-Lantern’s set;
Admiration’s what you’ll get.
While you’re feeling downright boasty,
Munch some seeds, all nice and toasty.

Some traditions never die;
This one has a reason why:
Every year at Halloween,
Jack-O-Lanterns steal the scene!

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Excited for halloween

Fire and ice
The sinners device
Holy fire, raging hell
Fell upon the witches spell
Earthen grave, eternal sleep
Opened pit, gone down so deep

Fire and ice
The sinners device
Holy fire, raging hell
Fell upon the witches spell
Earthen grave, eternal sleep
Opened pit, gone down so deep

Hold your heart, see Angels cry
Holy water in everyone will dry
See the darkness that shall swallow
All the light in me, my corpse be hollow

Skeletal tears, and old mans fears
On tombstone heads, with lonely beds
Rots the hero, the one and only
Above them all, righteous and holy

Fire and ice
The sinners device
Holy fire, raging hell
Fell upon the witches spell
Earthen grave, eternal sleep
Opened pit, gone down so deep

Fire and ice
The sinners device
Holy fire, raging hell
Fell upon the witches spell
Earthen grave, eternal sleep
Opened pit, gone down so deep

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A Perfect Day

I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;

No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;

I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;

Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;

The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;

I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;

My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.

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Who Is This One ?

Who was this One born meek and mild,
this infant, Mary’s baby boy child ?

Why was He born in dark of night
beneath the star of brightest light ?

 Countless in number the angels sang,
above the hillsides their praises rang.

Below in the fields were those thought least:
frightened shepherds whose wonder never ceased.

Who was this One of whom angels did sing:
the question of those with little to bring.

Even those stabled there knew that this night
because of Him, all would be set right.

Heralded in time by men from the east,
they came with great treasures upon their beasts.

Bowing low before the King of Kings,
they paid Him homage with finer things.

But what was so special about that night,
that which puts Christmas in it’s truest light ?

O, who is this One of majestic worth,
This One with rightful claim to the earth ?

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Halloween is Here At Last

Red and blue, yellow and white
fireworks light up the night.
Halloween is here at last.
By the moon, clouds scurry past.

Trick-or-treaters in disguise
watch the show with eager eyes.
Bonfires are lit and stories told,
guaranteed to scare the bold.

Owls hoot, black cats prowl,
listen... hear the werewolf growl.
Everyone likes a bit of a scare
as the bonfire's smoke fills the air.

Witches, goblins, vampires too
gather together, shouting... "BOO !"
Halloween is here at last
and like the fireworks, gone too fast.

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People planters

People planters find it hard to tear 
at the loss of your near and  dear

At two hundred percent profits
Devastation gives them fat pockets

Diggers open up the ground
Where people sprouts can be found....

Sprouts or people is hard to know!?

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The Great Pumpkin

Pumpkin King;  hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.

Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will add to fears.
Pumpkin patch about my feet.
Will you rise up and bring my treat.

Oh; Great Pumpkin hear my prayers
Bring my candy and hide my terrors.
Fill my pillowcase till it flows
till Halloween - The Great Pumpkin shows.

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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?

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A Quest for Peace

American soldiers in foreign lands
Spending their Christmas on hot desert sands

I pray for these soldier so far away
Wishing they would be home for Christmas Day

Indeed the holiday would be happy
If “Peace on Earth” blessings would come to be

How can we enjoy a Merry Christmas
If safety of our soldiers we dismiss

As we celebrate the joy of Christ’s birth
We need to acknowledge harmony’s worth

This joy that exists just one day a year
Would last much longer if throughout Earth’s sphere

All nations made a commitment to peace
And the pain of warfare would simply cease

*Entry for Carol’s contest on what would make us happy this holiday season.

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Once A year

The family's gathered together and swarmed around the Christmas tree
and even Grandpa Elmer has shaken and rattled the gifts ,you see.

The ham has been glazed to perfection and Mama calls us to the table
but Uncle Fred is floating in eggnog;as for getting up he's just not able!

Grandma's disgusted the young-uns;she pinches the cheeks right off each kid.
Auntie Midge has much to say about the neighbors's secrets they've hid.

Cousin Joe shows up with his girlfriend,a stripper from the local club
and while the family finds their seats,Daddy stumbles home from the pub.

Across from the stuffing and mashed potatoes Mama shoots him a nasty stare.
If looks could kill he'd be dead as a doorknob but Daddy doesn't seem to care.

We bow our heads now to say grace;I look at all the faces dear.
I'm grateful for each wacky one and that Christmas just comes once a year!

written 12/13/12

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On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach

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Twelve Days Of Christmas

His young bride took The Twelve Days of Christmas to extreme extremes!

His true love kept piling on useless stuff well beyond his wildest dreams!

On the First Day of Christmas she gave him a shovel for shoveling snow!

On the Second Day of Christmas she gave him a cheap jug of Red Bordeaux!

On the Third Day of Christmas he was presented with a scruffy mutt!

On the Fourth Day of Christmas he received a one-way ticket to Terre-Haute!

On the Fifth Day of Christmas she graced his skull with a silly beanie cap!

On the Sixth Day of Christmas she handed him an African contour map!

On the Seventh Day of Christmas he got a used Michelin radial tire!

On the Eighth Day of Christmas he was stunned to receive a roll of barbed wire!

On the Ninth Day of Christmas he received a membership in the Red Hat Society!

On the Tenth Day of Christmas a collection of buttons - a most bizarre variety!

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas a parrot that spoke dirty words so gross!

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas he got a Visa Card bill leaving him morose!

He was underwhelmed by all her generosity but thought it mighty queer,

And was so thankful that Christmas came around just once a year!

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

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Always There

Bless us Lord today and everyday
And we thank him in our own loving way
Each letter in Thanksgiving has a special meaning
To my family and friends and me too
And I know it means so very much to all of you
So again I thank you Lord for this day that we hold oh so dear
And pray that we will all be together every year after year after year

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Begonias Bring Her Back

Lying by the pool on Mother’s Day
My thoughts were so many miles away

Suddenly my concentration broke
“Your begonias are pretty,” she spoke

I looked, hoping to see her sweet face
Wanting to give her one more embrace

I was the youngest of three children
I still think of her now and again

But to hear her voice on Mother’s Day
Was better than a floral bouquet

She’s still with me; I feel her presence
And when obstacles seem too immense

She comes to me often in a dream
And I feel her embrace as I scream

As May approaches, she’s on my mind
To Mother’s Day my thoughts are confined

Alone in Mom’s old house, memories
I feel love her spirit embodies

*Entry for Carol Brown’s Memories of May contest.  Written by Carolyn Devonshire.  (True Story)

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                      A scary night for all to see.
                    It's almost time for Halloween.
                       Ghost,goblins,vampires to.
               A Thirst for blood and a witches brew.
            Dark voices come from under the ground.
                 The night of eery and scary sounds.
                                 Black of night
                             and a ghostly sight.
          The streets are full of things that make us trimble.
         Monsters,ghost,vampires are a Halloween symbol.
         Knock on the door and screem TRICK OR TREAT.
       They'll open the door and say MMMM is it time to eat.
                      TERESA SKYLES
Entered in Russell Sivey"Halloween fun"contest

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2012 Chinese New Year

Once a year this day comes,
Lights flash with the sounds of the drums,
It's the New Year,
Use happiness to reach for the cure.

Bring joy 2012 today,
As the dragon brings the year to stay.
Care to those making poems,
Living life in each and every homes.

January 23rd makes history,
Be joyful in the way you see.
Traditions lay on the date,
Making the zodiac be fate,
Big dragons, big smiles, it's New Years day,
Happy New Year as they say.

Red brings fortunes,
With hope assuring everyone as wins.
Bright dancers to celebrate,
Stay up for New Years starts late.
Bringing forward for the memories to come,
New ways and new things to humm.

Bright flowers bloom to thee,
To the streets all people flow to see,
The show of time in lifes all over,
Luck be brought like a four leaf clover,
Spirits living fee in time,
Making sense of the poem; the rhyme.

The gragon year has finally made it,
The clock ticks, we wait; we sit.
Lighting up the symbols with fire,
Walking with elements of dire.

So it's the New Year today,
I send great wishes towards your way.
Connecting dots as stars so near; yet so far,
Seeing the brightest of all; the North star.
Happy days for our 2012 time,
Saving the words for the beat of the rhyme.

This card is for what the New Year has on its way,
Each of us putting our cards into play.
Happy New Year for it's the dragons time to steer,
Watching close to each person; each peer.
This day comes once, so play,
Lets celebrate for it leaves fast; please stay,
Happy New Year-hope all stays well,
As one keeps wisdom the cover of our life; the shell.

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I'll take her

I don’t recognize myself anymore
Greasy hair, grimy nails; I’ve become their whore
Servicing eight or nine men a night
I’ve learned it's better not to try and fight
Too many black eyes and broken ribs
So many punches that I’ll never have kids
All because I answered a newspaper ad
To get a new job, to help my gambling dad
I was kidnapped and sold into slavery
I’ve survived on false hope and bravery
It’ll be a miracle if I ever get free
For they have files on my family 
They’ll kill them if I run away
So here I lie on Christmas Day
Getting ass-slapped with a leather belt
And praying in vain, because no one can help

The above lines are Lydia’s story
It would be a miracle to end her whoring
If I had the power I’d set her free
And free every girl in captivity


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Happy New Year

We’ve decorated beautifully a New Year tree,
The smell of pine needles has filled our flat.
Champagne, chocolate…and we’ll start a spree,
With colorful candles at midnight we’ll chat.

These candles will be our spiritual world,
The New Year party is always a nice glee.
Our hearts will be twirled and purled,
Burning of troubles these candles will be.

With champagne we’ll fill the crystal glasses,
We’ll say many thanks to the old year.
You were generous but you’ve passed,
Now we’d like to say: “Good bye, our dear!”

We’ll never forget you our old friend.
You’ve given us so many wonderful days
We’ve managed to overcome all troubles
We’ve happened to see the beautiful rays.

Exactly at twelve we’ll make a wish.
We won’t ask for a golden fish
It will be our hearts and souls agreement,
It will be our life’s prudent statement.

As anyone we would love to be happy.
As anyone we would love to dispel all doubts
To be always merry and lucky,
To be out of danger and crazy shouts.

We would like a success enter everyone’s door
We would like the loved ones to be always near.
Happy New Year! Happy New Year!
The New Year we’d love to be peaceful and clear!

Meet the New Year with good deeds and smile!
Don’t curse our sinful and distressful Earth!
Let the New Year be peaceful and we are kind!
Our New Year comes after Jesus Christ birth.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 31th of December, 2012

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The First Snow Fell {The First Noel}

The first snow fell all angelic and white
We built us a fort full of snowballs to fight

The mailman rounded the corner much to his surprise
Two big fat snowballs dotted both of his eyes

The policeman was summoned all dressed up in blue
We got scared and decided we should just snowball him too

His face was beat red as he filed his report
Stomping all our snowballs and tearing down our fort

Then he led us back home had us each by the ear
Where up on the porch sat uncle Joe with a beer

The policeman told Uncle Joe he would lock us away
Uncle Joe stepped off the porch and made night of his day

Now here we sit in juvy and uncle Joe he is in jail
I reckon I’ll write Santa ask if he can post our bail

Or maybe send his reindeer to crash right through the roof
So we could fly up out of here, upon the golden hoof

If another snow falls all angelic and white
I’ll build me a snowman but l won't snowball fight

I can't seem to bring the contest up so I hope
I did this right. This carol is done to the beat 
of "The First Noel"

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Costumed creatures of the night,
Cinderellas and Snow Whites,
Power Rangers and Superman,
Pumpkins, pirates, Peter Pan.

Off they go in pure delight,
With watchful parents still in sight.
"Trick or treat!" the children sing,
In anticipation of sweet offerings.

Candy, gum and other treasures,
Guaranteed to bring them pleasure,
Fill their bags up as they go.
Door by door their booty grows.

Halloween brings back fond memories,
Of childhood fun with friends and family.
Dressing up and making believe,
Are what I like best about All Hallow's Eve.

Kim Merryman   9/25/11
for Russell Sivey's Halloween contest

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Christmas nears.
I do hear.
Holding ground
with one ear.

Sights I see
With out eyes.
Wonders only.
Wishes by.

Scents a’ lurking
all around.
Ghostly manners
pound for pound.

Taste of nothing.
Winter's bliss.
Flavor pulled
before a kiss.

Christmas nears
Of this we know,
without us saying.
The wind will blow.

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Christmas In The Attic

Silver Angels, with golden wings,                          *     *
                    wrapped in tissue, with other things.     *     *

Stockings, hand knit, by my Grandmother,
    *      *       folded neatly away, one atop the other.

Favorite ornaments, growing old and brittle,                         *   *
                    that were hung, each year, when I was little.  *       *

A faded Nutcracker, that by the door, stood guard.
   *    *          A lighted Santa, that would always grace our yard.

All, left alone, in the attic this year.                              *   *
                   To look upon them, only brings dry tears.  *    *

The very act, just...takes away my breath.
  *     *         There is no joy.  In fact, there's nothing left.

There will be no twinkle lights on the mantle.                      *  *
                    No evergreens, fragrant and ornamental.   *    *

The radio will be silent, the baking oven cold.
  *   *           No Holiday spirit, in my heart can I hold.

Just this deep, defeated feel.                                           *   *
                   A sadness that invaded, refusing to heal.   *   *

Grandchildren will call, their excitement clear.
   *    *                   In their hearts, they hold the Holiday cheer.

I'll have my mask, firmly in place.                                             *   *
                   I'll answer and question them all, with false grace.  *      *

Then as I hang up the phone on the wall,
*      *          I'll turn away, as though, nothing happened at all.

Seeing these things, listed here, in print.                                *   *
                   Just leaves me numb.  No emotions were spent.   *    *

So, I will continue, in this life that I live.
   *     *        Like a dried Christmas tree, with nothing left to give.

By:  PaulaSwanson
For:  Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~
Contest: Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
Placement:  5th


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Memorial Day

Memorial Day is a day to remember
All the men and women who gave their lives
So that we could be free
To be proud to live in this country and know that freedom is here for you and me
So thank the lord everyday for those brave men and women who paved the way
And take the time out of your day
To thank them for the freedom we all have on this memorial day

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No Longer Numb

He was my vision of a good life.
I soon, became his new wife.
Celebrations were grand
Then, we did not demand.
Together we shared goals…hoped.
Disappointments came, we coped.
I gave all that she had.
Through the good and the bad.
At Christmas, I lavished him with gifts.
I could have written his book of festschrifts
Anything he wanted, I would try to buy.
I went all out, do or die!
Birthdays came, I was never remiss.
My joy was his happiness.
Material things for me, he did dismiss.
Instead, he gave me his sweetest kiss.
At first, I was only sad.
Later I became very mad!
Later, the economy failed,
Some of our dreams bailed.
But love was not lost.
Amid differences tossed.
Eventually, I began to learn
Even through disappointment’s burn.

Wisdom brought its hum.
Now, I am no Longer Numb.
Pure love is loveliest…
When selfishness is lowliest.
To give freely without expectation of return is bliss.
To give with dreams of reciprocation… dismiss.

© February 21, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen	

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Christmas Time

Christmas is the time to remember
When the baby Jesus was born
Many Many years ago on a cold winters morn
It's a very special time
To give thanks for this time of the year
With children of all ages
Filled with excitement and good cheer
And to give thanks for all of our family and friends
That we hold oh so dear
And to remember that the lord is with us
Not just at Christmas time
But all through the coming year

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Santa Claus

Racks on reindeer scissor high.
Santa's raised into the sky.
Red clad jacket; red clung toque.
A cute old man you'd call a kook.
With wired frames of bottled glasses
and long bent scarf that waves in passes.
His snub-like nose a faded rose
to match his cheeks and famous pose.
White bulging beard of bouncy motion
yet pepper smeared as though with lotion.
And bold blue eyes that twinkle flakes
and rest below his two brow cakes.
A golden bag with golden ropes
in burlap stitched in seams and slopes.
Holding reins of soft black leather
in pearl white gloves for every weather.
And should you see him for his cause.
Christmas comes with Santa Claus.

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I Have No Wife To Unwrap This Year

Entry to "Your 'Saddest' Christmas Ever" contest sponsored by Constance La France- A Rambling Poet I Have No Wife To Unwrap This Year by Rick Rucker For well over forty years, We always had presents, never tears. We never spent Christmas apart We always spent Christmas in each other’s heart. Cancer has done its vile thing, I have no one that wears my ring. All the ads show couples holding The joy of life, for them, unfolding It seems I have no like fate, This year I will have no mate. I have friends that try to cheer, But I’ll not be without a tear. As long as I remember, I planned for Christmas, starting in September. So many fun things to do, Baking cookies, buying presents, too. Just picking out a tree, Can be its own cause for glee. Just doing things together made them fun, Not the same for only one. I’ll see her in her hospice bed, Withered, peaceful, newly dead. I’ll have no tree this year, The angel that topped it is no longer here!

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Decking the Halls


The stockings are hung by the chimney with care
Christmas ornaments lay strewn everywhere

The tree is up, the lights are on
Now to hang the ornaments that are so strewn

Garland and tinsel all in its place
The angel atop the tree in its position of grace

There's the Christmas Village replete with train
A mountain and a lighthouse are its latest gain

And now for the most important thing
The arrival of the King of Kings

The Christ-child born in a stable lowly
Now come, Lord Jesus, make all this Holy

	Curtis Moorman
	10 November 2011

For Francine Roberts' contest A Winter Couplet

Holiday Decorating 

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Independence Day: A New Tradition

  Oh say can you see,
  Not your ordinary letter from me.

 You might enjoy a parade and some fireworks too,
  Just to remember the red, white, and blue.

  Or sing the national anthem before your favorite quarterback kicks,
  To honor the freedom we've had since 1776.

  But this year I propose, a brand new tradition,
  Not something you’d likely hear from a politician.

  Since we're already together, united as one,
  I thought we could remember there's still work to be done!

  For so many countries still need a hand,
  To have freedom like we have here in our land.

  Many have no rights like freedom of speech; out of fear they will refrain.
  Without money for food or a place to sleep, in chains they will remain.

  They don't have the option of an unemployment check,
  If the father's out of work, then it's all hands on deck.

  The kids aren't really worried about college applications in the fall;
  They're just hoping for the day that they could go to school at all.

  So I'm only going to ask that you do this one thing:
  Be a voice for the voiceless, and truly honor our king.

  Because it wasn't just Jefferson who made this a land of liberty,
  But it was really Jesus Christ who truly set us free.

  So let's all take a stand, from sea to shining sea,
  And watch together as we change our very own history.

  But wait! There's one more thing left to say,
  Happy Independence Day!

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Mothers' Day Thoughts

Pick out the flowers – pay through the nose;
Vendors take all they can get, I suppose.
Treat her to dinner, give her a kiss;
Mothers have waited all year just for this.

If she lives distant, pick up the phone;
Tell her how much all the kiddies have grown.
Mail her a package, pick out a card;
Then you’ll be covered in that whole regard.

Yes, it’s all hokey and silly and trite;
Still, not to do it just wouldn’t feel right.
This is the day we must all celebrate;
Tomorrow won’t cut it - you can’t do it late.

If you’re a mom, then enjoy all the fluff,
Though really, it never could be quite enough.
All of our efforts, while often ignored,
Have taught us that motherhood is our reward.

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Brotherly Christmas Love

Silver streamers and many a purple light
glowing against a splendid tree of white.

The hallway's decked in lavender and blue
conveying warmth to all within it's view.

Will be a special holiday this year-
my long-lost brother will visit me here.

The years have rolled by-sadly we lost touch
but I never stopped loving him so much.

He's promised to come so I'm making things jolly-
I even found some lovely purple holly!

Everywhere he'll see my unique style
and feel the warmth as we sit for awhile.

We'll speak of things that neither of us knew
of life and love and trials we've been through.

This Christmas all the years will disappear
and I will be so blessed to have him near!

By Deb Wilson
for contest"Holiday Hearth"
sponsored by Linda-Marie Sweetheart of PS

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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

We would hide presents through the year
All around the house every where  

That night we said, kids it’s time for bed
Let thoughts of Santa fill your head 

I helped wrap gifts with my wife
To put happiness in our kids life
Under the tree went the gifts we had
Some from Santa, some from mom and dad

Christmas eve was such a joy
Putting together a bike or toy 

I miss those Christmas eve nights
My wife, little kids and a tree with lights

For me now on December 24
Christmas eve it’s not the same anymore 

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Seasonal Surrounds

Up and down the stairs they go The pumpkins are part of the show Some are lit others are not They are the best that I got The colors that surrounds these gourds Are oranges and reds, greens and golds There are flowers and leaves all about They are seasonal, this I should shout The Jack-O-Lanterns shine so bright During the deep hours of the night Each step has a glowing pumpkin on it A delightful sight to see when I sit I can’t imagine a greater scene than this An Autumn and Halloween décor bliss
Russell Sivey

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December Night Snowfall

Drifting snow, so sweet, so silent- but echos in the dark blue sky
The trees, so dark, are now bright with the snow's lullaby

They sway to the whisper of the sweet wintry wind
While the animals hide and huddle, feeling cold and chagrined

The snow stops falling, and there is hardly a sound
Save the wind making the trees push the snow on the ground

The sparkle of the snow reflects the light from the moon
and the trees eat it up with a light silver spoon

No footprints exist in the pure land of sparkly white
but the prints of a doe who passes too quickly for sight

The clouds come back in- slowly, they creep in
Whispering to the trees that another snowfall will begin

                                                 WINTER SCENERY :P
                                                   a winter couplet

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Fun of the Months

January is a cold time, and snow falls. 
The air is thin, and the snowman stalls. 
New Years' Day is fun, 
Traditions for everyone. 

February, the time of love. 
You're pretty, be mine, m' lady?
Valentines' is very sweet. 
The time where new meet. 

March, the air begins to warm, 
Maybe we'll have a little storm?
St. Patrick's Day, the time of green.
Unlucky, you hit the door screen. 

April, the showers, 
Will bring beautiful flowers.
Easter, the time of rebirth and nice smell, 
Find the eggs, and treat others well. 

May, the coming of flowers,
After April's sad showers. 
The air is nice and growing hot,
This is a good time, I love it a lot. 

June, a new summer, begin,
Many birds fly, songs to sing. 
The water is full, 
Staying inside is just dull! 

July, full of noise and festival, 
Fireworks shooting colors for all. 
Booming loudly in the sky, 
Whistling loudly as they fly. 

August, the air is cooling down, 
The summer is gone, "Hey, don't frown!" 
Leaves begin to change, 
The air is full of scent, so strange. 

September, something new will come, 
Schooling, how boring, how dumb. 
"When will this end?!" 
New information it will send. 

October, it's the time to scare, 
Lots of costumes, earning my stare. 
All the sweets and thoughts of fear flow, 
Jumping out at you, MEOW! 

November, the leaves falling around, 
Golden, red and yellow things to the ground. 
Thanksgiving, the time deserves it's name,
People are kind, treating each other the same. 

December, it's much too cold, 
New items here are sold. 
Christmas, such a fun, jolly time, 
Singing a happy, funny rhyme. 

The months are continuing on, 
Each with the rising dawn!

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Holidays are Here

The holidays are here, they feel so warm
Even if outside the snow is causing so much harm

My Christmas tree is glowing
With little lights and decorations, so lively and flowing

There, I sit and enjoy the glowing essence
Of the festive season which makes me reminiscence

With eagerness and zeal, I anticipate,
The golden surprises Santa shall leave for me and my cellmate

Yes, the jail is my home,
Not a house but one with love and care, yes, my home

Here, I spend with my brothers of deed
This Christmas holidays, even if the aroma is one of bitterweed

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As The Cats Celebrate Christmas

Came home early and what do I see
but two bad kitties in a knocked over tree!

Looking so innocent off they run
and now the clean-up has begun.

I can't stay mad at them for long
but the broken ornaments-that's just wrong!

for contest "Sixes and Sevens"
sponsored by Brian Strand

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The Thief of Time

The Thief of Time We arrive in the sun; it’s warm and so bright We throw down our bags and go out in the light. We are kissed by the breeze rustling through our hair As our cheeks blush in the sun, we are willing to share. It surrounds us and warms us, freckles pepper the skin In the brightness and warmth we are still standing in. Not a minute to waste before the sun sets We stand pulling coats off, and our arms we outstretch. The days are before us well that’s what we think Before long though we see the first days sun sink. It comes around quick it rises the next morn One day gone a new one is born. All too quick the seventh morning is here The holiday is ending that much is clear. We waited so long to be kissed by the sun To unwind and relax and to have some good fun. The time is gone we feel robbed, there was not any The clock stole it away the days were not many. Its over where did it go we didn’t get to do much Just enjoyed each others company and food and such and such….

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The Legend of Christmas

The ancient story, long been told
That cattle kneeled on ground so cold
On Christmas Eve and all night long
All feathered creatures sang their song
To honor Christ, in manger sleeps
Horse and cow and woolly sheep
Among the hills the others too
With quiet reverence, somehow knew
In mountains high, and valleys low
All followed winter's midnight glow
Wildest beast that came so far
Knew the light of Saviour's star

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A Field of Blue and Thirteen Stars of White,
Once pitted against all England's might.

Courage shown by men who knew,
"Royal Freedom" would never do.

A hot July in Philadelphia town,
Where a rebellion's seed would now be sown.

Declared were freedoms all had sought,
Only now to be won, by battles to be fought.

"Don't Tread On Us" rose the cry,
On that day, that hot July.

But deaf ear turned to fisted hand,
As Redcoats marched across the land.

Invading brothers from across the sea,
Scourged the land which sought liberty.

The silent voices began to sing,
Across our land, "Let Freedom Ring"!

Amidst battles' shot, smoke, and shell,
Many an innocent, along with patriot fell.

Independence and Freedom were not easily obtained,
Only after so many deaths, a courageous victory gained.

So the Red Stripes were put on the flag for the blood,
Spent again and again wherever Liberty stood.

White Stripes were put on for the purity of soul,
That this new nation put forth as a whole.

O'er the years more Stars have been added to that Field of Blue,
But many more of its sons had to die for Freedom to be true.

Many say it's just a piece of cloth on a pole in the air,
They remember not the sacrifices that allowed us to put it there.

For strength comes from the people who live in this land,
The stength that willingly offers others a hand.

So, when the "Stars and Stripes" are raised above,
I get a sensation of humility, of pride, of love.

For the Flag that flies above us so high,
Is one of greatness in strength and dignity.

It flies as a beacon for all to see,
That this is the land of Freedom's Opportunity.

But that Freedom comes with a high price still,
We have paid, and still pay more we will.

And like those heroes of our past,
"Old Glory" beckons us to meet that task.

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“We are older than  your George Washington;
We have  the tallest fields of cotton
West of the Volga; and our castles are small
But all  guaranteed to enthrall.......”

It appears this swing-a-cat country  
With its pipsqueak army  
Of skirt-swinging, fur-slippered, 
Medieval-style soldiers carrying a halbard

Has a National Income less, if you please,
Than  most big  western  companies.
Oil comes not in a pipelines, but a tube’ll do
(Costing many hundreds of roubles too.)

“McDonalds came here five years ago  -
Their first restaurant east of the Po.
KFC   will be coming  next year  -
It will be a national holiday here......”

I climb wearily back aboard 
Our tour bus here  abroad.
I don’t wish to seem quirky
But I’d rather be home  in Albuquerque.



Verses in quotes are the tour guide voice. Other verses are the tourist’s 

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Run real fast to a far away land ...

One day it will stop, and i'll take your hand
We will run real fast, to a far away land
Everything will be good, and we will smile
Everything we have done, will have been worthwhile

In this land 
there's no lies
In this land
nobody cries
In this land
We'll be okay
In this land
We will stay

Upon this day, the clouds part for stars
We will watch and know, this place is ours
So far away, that the sun will always shine
So far where the scents, and the scenes intertwine

In this land
you'll love me
In this land
we'll be free
To this land
I hope you'll come
Cos in this land
I need someone

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Little Sister

Piece by piece we set it up Near the end I had about had enough Next came the decorations Different sizes and all Thought I couldn’t reach the top For I was not that tall Yet when it was finished It was such a grand sight As we turned the lights, off It lit up the night We lay on the floor Gazing up at the tree When she walked on in And sat next to me Looking up high Up at the tree She looked back down Back towards me What she said next Shocked us both you know She said daddy, sissy You are my hero I will remember that for years to come The way she said that to me Every year at this time When we put up the Christmas tree

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Love On The Beach

Sur la plage in France,
I thought I'd found romance,
My olive skinned beauty with cascading hair,
Smiling so sweetly, I tried not to stare,
Her body was bare but for a peach thong,
I was there naked, she saw nothing wrong,
We spoke in a broken half-French, word by word,
But thoughts unspoken were louder still heard,
I said 'I'm Nick' and she said 'I'm Celeste',
Oh Celeste, as you rubbed sun oil onto my chest,
Your eyes they were burning, they encaptured me,
More sparkling, more blue, than the Cote D'Azur sea,
I longed for your neck to feel my kisses sweet,
So I looked at you not as I massaged your feet,
Our chaste romance ended before it began,
Your boyfriend returned and I cowardly ran.

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Love Poem....'tis The Season...

You build me up when I am broke
  You give me freedom then you choke....
I feel so rich....(though) the feelings fake
  You give and give and then you take 
You are my savior and my demise
  as I surrender to your plastic eyes.....

This is the season perfect for you 
  as I carress you, calculating and new
Tender and consuming, your thoughts impart 
  As I hold you close, and near to my heart
Why is life with and without you so hard
  You rob me blind, oh, Sweet Mastercard!

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The Greatest Gift

Away in a manger no crib for his bed
Christmas is the greatest story I’ve read

A God for a father it was a virgin that gave birth
To the greatest blessing that ever walked this earth

People from all nations every race and creed
Reflect for a moment on what others may need 

Before I start on the presents or share in the glee
God I humbly thank you for sending your son unto me

I do wish you all a Merry Christmas and I ask you all to pray
Remember the shelters when the giving spirit comes your way

Even the most adamant nonbelievers whether they admit it not
Knows Christmas is the most blessed day that every year has got

I wrote this poem for Brian's Advent
Poetry contest. The Homeless shelters
are always in need of donations this
time of year, Please consider helping
them if you can. God Bless, MJ

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I know I haven’t been there yet,
It’s the one thing that I do regret;

There’s no place I would rather go
Such history from so long ago

Someday I will make that trip,
Maybe by plane, maybe by ship;

To see the Pyramids and the Sphinx,
Abu Simbel and the “missing link’s”;

To visit Luxor and Valley of the Kings,
Egypt is filled with so many things;

From Giza to Karnak and Abusir,
To Saqqara and the Oasis of Ahm Shere;

I can’t wait to see them all up close,
Of Egypt I need a healthy dose;

I’m saving up to travel there,
Readying my mind - so much to prepare;

So many places in Egypt to see,
The only thing missing there is me;

~10th Place in the "African's Attitude" Contest by Adeleke Adeite~

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Eleven days before Christmas, as we were singing, " A Child Is Born"...
fluffy snowflakes came down and they were as big as white popcorn.

Surprised mom yelled, " Run to the window, they are more beautiful than snow flowers
and daises... " Go, catch some into your warm hands and dream of Bethlehem's stars!"

Astonished as those shepherds watching their sheep under the starriest sky,            
we saw pretty snowflakes not a wondrous star followed by the three Magi.

They kept on falling and floating like dry leaves on a December's cold evening...
when carols were played on a church organ that was taller than any ceiling.   

Merrier than angels announcing Christ's birth, we stared at His bright stable...
and what we felt was the humbleness of a King whose love was so ample.  

Once again, we ran back to the snow-dusted window and looked into the quite sky,
among the gleaming snowflakes: a golden child appeared asking for a happy lullaby. 

Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" A Winter Couplet "
My theme: First Snowfall

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At the Curb

Christmas trees, some quite superb,
All sit neglected, at the curb.
They’d graced somebody’s living room
‘Til needles cried out for a broom.

Then they were stripped and dragged out, bare,
Just like the owners didn’t care.
Their ornaments were boxed away
Until another Christmas day.

But all their glory came and went;
For them, there is no real lament.
Alas, they sit and, with no pardon,
They’ll be mulched for someone’s garden.

How the proud and mighty fall!
Whether they were short or tall,
Every tree, once so ornate,
Will suffer such a lowly fate.

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halloween times

Seven o'clock, lets go get treats!
Eight o'clock, skin shivers with the creeps
Nine o'clock, say trick or treat!
Ten o'clock, Halloween is neat!
Eleven o'clock, we go home to rover
Twelve o'clock,  Halloween is over.

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A Moving Christmas

Up to my eyeballs with boxes of history
this decision I made is really no mystery.

I've worn myself to a definite frazzle
but as I look around it's beginning to dazzle!

A crazy time to pick up and go
yet the time was ripe for leaving I know.

Sad to tell my dear sister good-bye;
we certainly both had ourselves a good cry.

As the miles burned by with the roar of the truck
I thought about my good fortune and luck.

I'm blessed with friendships so wondrous and rare;
they've helped me so much nothing can compare.

Now the crumpled newspapers lay in a pile;
I need a good rest but I'll work for awhile.

There's cleaning,unpacking,so much to do
but it caught my eye and a crazy thought grew.

In the midst of this chaos a tree now shines bright;
stepping over the boxes I plug in the light.

A smile glazes across my tired face
and Christmas arrives in this new-found place!

*note* I really just moved 4 days ago and I did put up my Christmas tree despite how totally exausted I am!  Happy holidays everyone!

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Ten Thousand Santas

Yesterday, before my eyes,
I saw what was a great surprise – 
Santas everywhere I gazed;
People stopped and stared, amazed.

Driving past that sea of red,
Santa caps on every head,
Santa suits in every style,
One could not suppress a smile.

Found out it was SantaCon;
Here one day and then it’s gone,
To form a festive atmosphere
Where Santas magically appear.

They move in packs from pub to pub,
Stopping for a drink or grub;
Then they march on, their humors high,
Affecting all who pass them by.

For how could anyone not grin
As all those Santas usher in
The spirit of the holidays,
Personified in scarlet blaze.

I’m grateful that I got to see
Ten thousand Santas on a spree.
I’m sure I heard, as you’d suppose,
More than ten thousand Ho-Ho-Ho’s!

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Selah! (Ponder and Think)

God wills and sends angels to earth.
To celebrate the Christ Child's birth.
Where kings and shepherds did behold. 
At the manger they gave Him gold. 

Warnings reached His parents.  They fled.
King Herod ordered children dead.
Mary and Joseph took great heed.
God saved Christ from the horrid deed.

Born in the town of Bethlehem.
The Son of God; sin's requiem
Three of thirty-three years He taught.
His life ended; man's hatred wrought.

But resurrection saved the day!
And Pentecost brought “Light” to stay.
Christ on earth taught His Father's way.
Mercy for sin repentance lay.

God forgives us as we forgive.
Obedient faith; blessings give.
We are judged as we judge brothers.
Judge not.  Instead forgive others.

Celebrate all goodness in life.
Calm the soul and relinquish strife.
Prophets taught all around God's world.
God loves us all. Peace is unfurled.

Throughout the world where hopes weaken,
Let God's words become a beacon.
Love and cherish every other.
Through true faith uplift another.

We have the rules so grab them up.
Jesus Christ drank His bitter cup.
Follow His lead through righteous ways.
Claim world peace in these latter days.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09

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 Today I give thanks for a wonderful abundant life
For all my friends and family and a beautiful loving wife
God knows our very needs before they come to mind
All He wants is us to be grateful, compassionate, loving and kind
For the world is full of anger, jealousy and hate
Rise above these misdoings and make gratitude your fate
For when I rest my head and take the last breaths of my life
To know I left a drop of peace in spite of all the strife
God drifts the clouds across the sky and tells me it’s alright
So let’s give thanks on this special day and enjoy His loving light


Copyright 2011

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turn around!

Turn around what do you see?
A rattling skeleton roaming free?
Or a werewolf howling at the moon?
something could get you soon!
Like a witch just seeking her dinner?
Or the deadly reamains of an undead sinner?
So watch your back all Halloween night.
And dont let the monsters give you a fright.

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Holiday Blues


Baking and x’mas cards is what you’ve got,
When  covers and Kleenex is what you want.
People  rushing to and fro,
responsibilities, you’ve got to go.
Hard to hide the tears that glisten,
Nobody’s got time to stop and listen.
If you can make it through the next weeks,
Maybe you’ll find the comfort you seek.
Holidays are often full of great strife,
Emotions buried, may then come to life.
For a friend who needs a seasonal lift,
A quiet hug my be just the gift.

Written for a friend who suffers
from holiday depression


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Saint Patrick's Day

The worst of snow has disappeared
We had a lot of it this year.
But now that it has gone from sight
Our winter blues have taken flight.
The smell of spring is in the air
A robin sings its morning prayer
As morning sun climbs upward high
To brighten up the morning sky.
Among this picturesque display
I stand here on Saint Patrick’s Day
So proud to live in this country
An Irishman of ancestry; 
"Erin go bragh" is what I say
But home is here and here I stay.

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Christmas Night

Such a warm and loving night
Stars shining bright

The peace and harmony from above,
Will guide us with endearing Love,

Wishing everyone within your heart,
A very loving, fresh start,

For this, the night of glory here.
As Wise Men traveled far and near.

To witness our Saviors glorious birth,
Along with giving all they were worth.

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You Are Invited

A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!

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In His Glory And Grace


A long time ago a King left His kingdom and His throne 
To pay what could be paid only by Him, and just Him alone, 
A Mighty Lord who was willing to die for yours and my sins, 
And make us all brand-new again when we invite Him in 

Knowing full well the rewards of His salvation plan 
Help us remember that we are all held in God's own hand, 
One day when we arrive to Heaven, what's it first we'll see? 
But Jesus, with arms opened wide as happy to greet you, and me! 

I am but a sinner, who's now living by His blessed grace, 
Washed clean by the Blood of my Lord Jesus, who died in my place, 
By surrendering everything I have to God, each and every day, 
I can be certain for sure, I'll not be that easily led astray! 


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000



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Let Freedom Ring

July the Fourth is nearly here,
And we are still fighting to keep freedom in this land we hold so precious and dear.

We can’t drop our guard or look the other way,
We have too many enemies at our gates that are waiting for that day.

God Bless our Troops, and let them know we really care,
Give them respect and honor, for upon their shoulders our freedom they bare.

Maybe someday there can be real peace,
And all violence and crime will desist and cease.

The ones that once held our freedom we now call friend,
Hopefully one day all our fences we can finally mend.

Sometimes I wonder what really goes on in Washington, D.C.,
I think sometimes it’s about their own prestige, and I wonder if they even think about you and me?

Politics has taken on a different meaning than what it was originally set up for,
There seems to be too many little fat and greedy hands in our cookie jar.

This is election year and our pickings are slim,
But if we choose wrong our future may look grim.

Study the choices as best you can,
This sure isn’t the time too elect as our leader the wrong man.

God Bless All, and have a safe and wonderful July Fourth weekend, 
And to our troops much love we do send.

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Today's Parade

Dressed then in Green or Irish Lace
Upon the street, some painted face
There’s drummers drumming out the tunes
With children’s smiles with green balloons
Where on the street, the people cheer
As many wave or even raise a beer
But, truth be known, upon this day
St Patrick drove the snakes away

Let rosy cheeks then draw the crowd
As bagpipes play the music loud
Within the march, they all then say
How proud they are upon this day
Though your people may not be
Still come out, witness the green
For I have heard so many say
They wish to be Irish if just for this day

Happy St Patrick’s Day!

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See Him, Still?

Look, turn your eye upon the hill!
He’s there alone! See Him, still?
What He gave for us, our need,
Don’t turn away, watch Him bleed!
It is His way to make us see,
Regret our sins, to better be.
He shows us love, the only way
To make a change, improve the day.
His life, we should all emulate;
Giving nature, promising fate.
His death, we should all come to know
For our misgivings, His blood did flow.
So, now we know for fellow man
That we should always lend our hands.
Brothers, sisters, all in love
Will one day, chance, to rise above.
Give thanks to Him and for His will.
He’s there alone! See Him, still?