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Holiday Ballad Poems | Ballad Poems About Holiday

These Holiday Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about Holiday. These are the best examples of Holiday Ballad poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Off on holidays

Off on holidays

It's time to say goodbye
I'm off on holidays
My cousins, they are coming over
So we are off aways
To visit lovely margaret river
Our haven in the scrub
Right here in good old WA
Going to mingle with my blood.

We haven't met for A long long time
Me and my cousin sue
It's going to be a grand old time
I don't mind telling you
We've been here since eternity
But no one's dropped on by
But now my blood is coming over
I feel like I could cry.

We're going off to Margaret river
The whole damn family
There's us and Sue, Dave and dean
A great big band we be
I'll see you two weeks down the track
When I'll be back again
Ranting like I always do
LIke a man who's half insane.

27 September 2013 @ 1647hrs.


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New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…


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A CANADIAN TRADITION


What joy to live in a land where cultures can blend,
I embrace every delight of diversity,
We respect the traditions of immigrant friends,
Kept alive by the citizens of our city –
This made possible through acceptability.
Holidays provide a storehouse of rich pleasures,
This is our bond, our strength and our identity,
We share our histories, our faiths and our treasures.

As the season stalls and the fall comes to its end,
Celebrations start across our community,
Messages of peace and love and hope we all send,
Through Christmas, Ashura and a Day of Bodhi,
Kwanza and Yuletide, Hanukah and Diwali—
Mirth born of pain, echoed in songs of commeasure,
United yet apart, simple complexity,
We share our histories, our faiths and our treasures.

A light in the darkness, we can all comprehend,
Each custom holds a truth for all humanity,
A brilliant pathway that each is welcome to wend,
How much we can learn from their generosity—
Precious are the gifts from the minority!
They do not ignore nor do they at all pressure,
Temple, church and synagogue, all open to see,
We share our histories, our faiths and our treasures.

A practice began with the birth of our baby,
For it’s our duty to first ensure her exposure
To world beliefs, then teach of commonalities…
We share our histories, our faiths and our treasures.

*For Paula Swanson’s “Traditions” contest
**Dedicated to Debbie Guzzi. Her poem on her blog inspired this.


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That sad, sad Christmas day

Inspired by Andreas contest, though in ballade form. not for contest.

That awful Christmas day

The sun was shining bright outside
Christmas day was here
We’d all enjoyed our Christmas lunch
Then drank some wine and beer
Everyone wore happy smiles
It was that kind of day
When everyone was filled with cheer
And the atmosphere was gay.

Then we smelled that acrid smoke
It was heavy in the air
I looked outside and fear hit me
The flames were everywhere
A fire had started in the bush
And now it was upon us
Everyone was in blind panic
Creating such a fuss

All of us fled from the house
And gathered there outside
As the fire devoured our lovely home
I was stunned, I could have cried
For nothing could be done at all
The firemen came too late
On that sad, sad Christmas day
Much fear life did create.


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THE WEARING OF THE GREEN

On Roman ruled British isle, to the deacon and his wife fair; 
On a beautiful morn, our Patrick was born, in a forth century lair 

Young and bright as a button; taken by knavish raiders - not fair
At tender age sixteen, long time not be seen, a dutiful slave to Eire

God spoke to devoted Patrick in a dream on this Emerald Isle
Boarded ship and set sail, in Britain to tell the tale; Gaul: priesthood and file
 
In 432, back to Eire to convert the pagans worshiping even a rock 
To explain the Holy Trinity, enlightening them till affinity, he used the shamrock

Pat inspired the Irish festival, history tells his colour was blue,
The wearing of the Green, even if one can't keen - Skyfest invites all parties true


Sung by a tone deaf (they all were) mistrel, tanked up on green beer
   
BALLAD METRE 

See the About section for details on which this poem was based. Thank you.

Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms:
This metre (BALLAD METRE) may also be interpreted (and sometimes printed) as a couplet of seven-stress lines, as in Kipling's ‘Ballad of East and West’ (1889):


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Christmas blessing to you all

Christmas blessing to you all

Hey you guys, my poetry friends
I write you this today
A song all filled with best wishes
And I just want to say
How great you all have been to me
With your comments oh, so kind
I tell you, on this poetry site
Much happiness I find

I’ve only been here seven months
But it seems like I’ve been here
Communicating with you folk
For about a hundred years
You all have made my life so swell
My thanks to all I give
I will remember this warm site
For as long as I may live.

I wish you so much happiness
For the Christmas and new year
I hope your lives improve each day
That luck is ever near
Your poems I have so much enjoyed
And all your friendliness
Have made each day a special day
For this, you all, I bless.

21 December 2013 @ 1530hrs.



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LET FRIGID WINTER COME

Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!


Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?


Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 


I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  



Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012


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WHISPERS OF BOLOBOK

Hussshhhh of the sea breeze
Bolobok Cave nears it
Rain drops falling on my face
Trim down my long pony-tailed hair
Small crabs crawling over the brownish sand surface
Small stones scattered over
 Small caves with limestone
And having freshwater downstairs
Said there were ladders to climb and unclimb
To see the down caves
Now in a mysterious looks waiting for renovations
Where are these caretakers of nature?
The beauty of eye lenses looking at it
Please come and rescue this whispering ambiance of serenity 
For generations to enjoy
If this is an early human settlement 
Come take your responsibility
Oh the caretakers please come
Thank you


3 January 2013
Early Human Settlement
Bolobok Cave (Sungab Bulubuk)
Bongao, Tawi-Tawi Island
Sulu Archipelago

 


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THE WEARING OF THE GREEN DETAILS

On Roman ruled British isles,
   On a sunny morn
Forth century on the day of Ides  
   Our Patrick was born
To the deacon and his wife fair; 
   A beautiful morn
And priest grandfather who care’
   Their Patrick was born

He, young and bright as a button 
   This could be clearly seen
Was Patrick the lad and glutton
   Tall for his age at sixteen 
 Taken as a slave to nearby Eire 
   At tender age sixteen
by knavish raiders – this not fair
    Long time not to be seen

God visited Patrick in a dream 
    On this Emerald Isle
 When revealed to him to stream
   Patrick broke rank and file
He boarded a ship and set sail 
    left this unwelcome isle
In Britain to tell all the tale
   Then Gaul - priesthood and file

In 432, back to Eire to convert them 
   A land green with shamrock
From their polytheism to stem
   Worshiping even a rock
To explain the Holy Trinity 
   He used the shamrock
Enlightened them till affinity
   They accepted *The Rock

To explain the Holy Trinity 
   He used the shamrock
Enlightened them till affinity
   They accepted The Rock
They are wearing the Green
They are wearing the Green...

*Rock of Ages

21 January 2013


BALLAD METER


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To Be My Valentine

If you call all the time.
Place your love on the line.
I'll hear your voice in my ear.
You'll find it's perfectly clear.
To be my Valentine..

If you send me your heart.
It will give me a start.
Send your love if you dare.
You will find that it's fair.
To be my Valentine..

If you show me your love.
I will fly like a dove.
I will show no fear.
You will find it sincere.
To be my Valentine.. 

Valentine Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014.All Rights Reserved.


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