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A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.

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Christmas Magic

The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.

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Twas the Night Before Christmas

(warning: adult humor) Twas the night before Christmas when I and my groom finally found a motel but with just one room. My groom was in the bathroom - leaving me alone- so that he could douse himself with some cheap cologne. I - in my red negligee - thought of bump and grind, visions of his sugar plums dancing in my mind. Then a noise I heard outside gave me such a fright! who was out there in the snow on our special night? Opening our small room’s door, I felt like a goof. It was just an icicle falling off the roof. Then I felt a sudden breeze. One unlucky bride! As the door behind me shut, I was locked outside. When upon my motel door I began to pound, it was clear that my dear groom did not hear a sound. Right before my startled eyes, what should then appear? Someone dressed as Santa Claus, filling me with fear! His eyes, though not so cheery, lit up, seeing me as he crossed the street and came stumbling drunkenly. I stood helpless, trembling in scanty siren red when an icicle fell down clunking my poor head. I revived in the ER, thong still on my rump! Underneath my bandage was an enormous lump. Thankfully my groom was there, smelling of Old Spice. But we’d have no chance to give gifts naughty and nice. At our room I later saw Santa Claus was there - that same guy who’d seen me in sexy underwear. Having seen my accident he’d informed my groom right before he then collapsed stone drunk in our room. Santa on our honeymoon with cheeks rosy red, (but not one “Merry Christmas”), stole our wedding bed. For Jerry's "What's up with Santa" Poetry Contest

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Good Tidings

It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.

The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.

"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.

For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.

The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.

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Jingle Bells

Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled

Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part

"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest

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Do You Hear What I Hear

Hail beats against the window,
Wind howls on without remorse.
Do you hear what I hear?
Winter's voice is blithely hoarse.  
Trees are glazed with icing snow, 
Panes are veiled with frosted lace. 
Do you see what I see?
Winter's face is full of grace.

Pine pours spice into the air,
Ginger floats in gentle wafts.  
Do you smell what I smell?
Winter's perfume - fresh and soft.

The hearth is bright with fire.  
The chilly night brews up a storm.  
Do you feel what I feel?
My darling keeps me safe and warm. 

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Many years ago as we've been told 
Pilgrims landed on America shores
Remembered for their gifts of love
Shared with natives living there
Surviving those long winter months
Who would have thought
Their kindness would cross the seas
To our small Bahama Land!
We celebrate Thanksgiving
With turkey and pumpkin pie to!
It is a time to give God thanks
For richly blessing our Bahama Land!
The adoption of this tradition
Inspires us to reach out to those in need
And draw closer to our divine purpose
To be sincerely thankful for all God has done!

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Twas The Night Before Christmas

"Twas The Night Before Christmas" 'twas the night before Christmas day Angel voices rehearsing sinners preparing brand new way as "Good News" began dispersing. blue indigo sky glowing starlight to guide three wise men to new babe by one brilliant star beaming so bright welcome, Christ the King, who would save. on a cold Christmas Eve of snow shepherds adored in straw stable His humble birth would greatness grow the Word made flesh is no fable. 'twas the night before Christmas morn peace on Earth good will to all at midnight the Son of God born Merry Christmas who follow His call. *For Kim Merryman's Here We Go Caroling Contest.

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my saddest christmas ever

my saddest christmas ever
has'nt came to be
but in a very few days
it will happen to me

the presents i thought of
will never be bought
the gifts and decorations
have all come to naught

the love i wished to happen
won't happen this christmas day
because the one i loved the most
has sadly passed away

so i have yet to greive
on that wonderful occasion
no one will love me
with such dedication

my heart has need to give
that special kind of love
but with no one to give it to
my heart it seems stopped up

i can only imagin
the fun we would have shared
exchanging our silly presents
showing how much we cared

going out shopping
will be a lonely task
there won't be anyone there
for me to share romance

but still i'll spend this christmas
with her on my mind
i wish she were here
we would have had a good time

so this will surely be
my saddest christmas ever
will my saddness ever leave
my heart keeps saying never

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Christmas Time's Around the Bend

The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree, Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see, Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh. The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke, She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk. But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by, An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry. The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun. They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son! The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise, When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes. But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make, Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake. He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint, He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't. On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot. For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot". I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore; For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door. It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed. No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list, But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here. We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan. We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man. With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.

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Grandma's Wishes

Grandma’s Wishes

Though Grandma was always wishin’,
this Christmas she made it come true.
Fixin’ a ride up on Blixen
and dressin ‘em both up in blue.

She wished for Dad to be happy
with a smile to fix up Mom’s fear,
and a tree…made up and snappy
with others in family near.

Jesus, she wished as our first thought,
as the Light we bring our this year,
to shine with the Love we’ve been taught.
Let Christmas, worldwide, be of Cheer.

Janet L Vick
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Perfect Timing

Hurriedly through the night it came
Blanketing the ground in white
A storm of raging wind and snow
Late one Christmas Eve night

It came to us with little warning
A blizzard of blinding white
While families bowed their heads
Giving thanks for the birth of Christ

The winds did howl like a wolf
And snow drifts halted travel
The dark night was black as pitch
Emergency crews were frazzled

Then as the night gave way to dawn
They found the silver lining
Families snowed in for Christmas
Seemed winter had perfect timing

Copyright © 2010   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

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O Christmas Tree

'Tis that time again to bedeck the tree with decorations!

   Untangling the string of lights is one of my annual frustrations!

      Naughty words are said but when all is said and done, you'll,

         Happily declare that sans a Christmas tree it wouldn't be a Yule!

Placed No. 9 in Kim Merryman's "Here We Go A Caroling" Contest - January 2013

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Monster Groove

I went to a monster party,
At Castle Frankenstein;
With lots of food and spirit,
The fun kicked off at nine!

Ol' Frankie did the robot,
I stepped to a jitterbug;
The floor began to quake,
We really cut the rug!

I moved on to a sexy witch,
We slid across the room;
I broke down in a two-step,
While dancing with her broom!

I was jammin' to the Charleston,
The Werewolf joined in too;
Igor failed to fight the beat,
He danced without a clue!

Dracula did the tango,
I boogied with the Bride;
The Mummy looked bewildered,
As we did the electric slide!

I tap danced on a table,
Three zombies did the same;
I stripped down to my boxers,
They shouted out my name!

Jekyll was rather classy,
Wielding his futile pride;
When the music struck within,
He turned to Mr. Hyde!

The chandelier was shaking,
Skeletons hit the floor;
I danced to a rumba,
The crowd was wanting more!

Everything was peachy,
Oh what a beautiful night;
Along came the Invisible Man,
And started an awful fight!

He squeezed the Bride's booty,
Other ladies felt the same;
And when the dust had settled,
Guess who took the blame?!

Off went the music,
So long to our fun;
I had no other option,
But to tuck my tail and run!

Those who partied with me,
Were raising such a chatter;
The crowd was crying out,
"Put his head on a platter!!"

I aroused the little lady,
To an ear-piercing scream;
Hallelujah for a nightmare,
It was just an awful dream!

Was it really just a dream?
A thought raced through my head;
"Honey, I have a question",
"Why's that witch hat on our bed?"


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A Christmas Tradition

So many traditions run deep in all of our families, And each holiday calls for a memorable and worthy gathering. At Christmas, one tradition fills our hearts with glee! When caught up in the season of joy; sadness, never harboring! We find that it matters not whether a leaf has fallen from our tree, And sailed on angels' wings to join the celebration above. We reminisce of yesteryears assured their spirits are free... Free from turmoil and chaos; free to taste purest love. High upon the Christmas tree, there, amongst sparkling colored balls; Tucked between precious old ornaments and brilliant, festive lights, Hang these amazing balls of glass; bearing the names of all. They're protected by the extra padded skirt made of satin- red and white Time will not dissolve memories or the love and affection which flows, When kindred spirits, on Christmas morn, gather to hear the sacred story. We’d recall the prudent sayings; simple stories that nurture, still, our souls, While in harmony, young ones and old, celebrate God’s majestic glory! ~*~
Note: For the Contest, "Traditions" 12/11 *Ist Place

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It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.

(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)

For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand

For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi

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Christmas madness

Twas a few days before Christmas, shoppers
dazed and bewildered, wandered through the store
selecting groceries from off the shelves,
paying for purchases, minds are elsewhere.
In quick succession, three people stepped out
there in front of my cart - could not stop quick
so each  was hit gently, not one was hurt
just dumbfounded why I ran into them!

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

 With Christmas carols softly playing
By the fireplace we sing along
And snow flakes in the cold wind swirling
While winter sings  its' chilly song

The scenery turns to a blanket of white
As St. Nick rides by on his sleigh
And children behaving just right 
In hopes he comes their way

People filling up on eggnog
And kids in the snow at play
 And the flames  of the  crackling logs
Warm the heart on the eve of Christmas  day

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Adoptive Mommy

“Where’s my Mommy?” Whimpered a fearful voice, As the little blind girl cried, She couldn’t understand why her mommy was gone No matter how hard she tried. It was only her third Christmas, And Mommy was the only gift she sought. Searching the worn-torn streets, she said, “Oh, Mommy!” As a tender arm she caught. A soldier girl from a foreign land Felt a tug on her uniform sleeve, And said as she reached down with heart and hand, “I’ll be your Mommy this Christmas Eve.”
—James E. Tate

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A Kiss Under the Mistletoe

The boss had too much egg nog
at the office party. Oh,
She set her goal to snog
me beneath the mistletoe!

With lecherous intentions
she stalks me ‘cross the floor
until she finally pins me
against the bathroom door!

Her boozy breath assails me.
I very nearly swoon!
Her scarlet nails impale me.
I realize I’m doomed!

The darting of her tongue
leaves me in a daze.
Her kiss, so thick with rum,
I better get a raise!


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'Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and throughout all the land,

   Shoppers were swarming Penney's and Walmart without end!

     Wild-eyed mobs were elbowing each other without cease!

         'Tis another annual brawl!  So much for the Season of Peace!

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

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Do you hear what I hear

Listen to the tinkling of the Christmas bells
As they sway to and fro in the park
Saying come and look join in the fun
Watch the fireworks lighten up the dark

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Roses for P D

The rose, memorialized by William Shakespeare, Has been on this Earth for some millions of years. Did she dazzle in her pre-historic existence? Did her beauty bring the dinosaurs to tears? Despite her age, the rose is still a winner. She's the queen of all of flowerdom today. New varieties entrance and scents enchant me As I linger on my rose lined walkaway. No other flower has so long a season. None other comes in such beguiling dress. A lover chooses her to woo his lady, Who accepts his gift and holds it to her breast. She comes in all the latest styles and colors. Her scent is mesmerizing to the nose. With nothing in this whole wide world so lovely, My valentine for P. D. is the rose. By: Joyce Johnson dedicated to P. D. The Rose of our pages. Won a 2nd

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Christmas Is Here

Do you hear what I hear? Familiar carols play all day. Do you see what I see? Bright reds and greens light up our way. Do you feel what I feel? Warmth and friendship, smiles and good cheer. Do you taste and smell it too? Cookies, candy, Christmas is here!

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Colleen Goes to the Sea

Her vacation day 
It is here at last
Colleens bags are packed
I hope she has a blast

Off to the coast
For some ocean air
Sparkling waters
Wind blowing her hair

Walk along the beach
Searching for some shells
Sand between her toes
Feeling like Tinkerbell

All of her troubles
Washed out to Sea
Like a Sea Gull
She feels really free

With the sound of waves
Crashing on the shore
Life is much better
Than ever before

The sun on her face
The warm ocean breeze
A moment so perfect
She feels so at ease 

She wraps this picture
To hold in her mind
For easy access
When life isn't kind

She'll later unpack
To relive again
Her piece of heaven
To erase life's pain

Dedicated to Colleen

I hope you find a Unicorn to ride or a horse that is realated to one.

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Do you hear what I hear, question mark

The carol singers at my door,
I greeted them with tone deaf song,
My hand outstretched, they shuffled off:
I didn’t get a quid – what’s wrong?

Do you hear what I hear? For Kim’s Carolling contest

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It's the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring,
Not even a mouse.

Mother and father,
Have put up a tree.
Think I'll just go climb it,
To see what I can see.

Look at all of this tinsle,
And paper and bows,
And yards of bright ribbons,
And lights all aglow.

Is all of this here,
Just for me and the others?
A tree for to climb,
A whole room full of wonders?

A place for us kitties,
To run through and chase,
And send decorations,
All over the place?

Then they can come in,
And rebuild it again,
Knowing that this,
Is all part of the game.

Then they can pretend,
To scold and be mad,
But in secret we know,
It makes their hearts glad,

To see us so happy,
And watch us at play,
Then they get to rebuild it,
It just makes their day.

Not all folks are like them,
It's no joke or jest,
These people of ours,
For sure, they're the best.

                                 Judy Ball

Aren't cats great.
They're fun, funny, curious and so affectionate.
They are total innocence wrapped in a fur coat.
A house is so much more interesting when shared with a pet.

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When I am longing for a sweet
 I know right  where  to find a treat.

I look in the freezer for the boxes
of hidden chocolate covered cherries.
They're well known to be my favorite sweet
and gifted to me by Christmas fairies.

chocolate covered cherries
a weighty issue

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A Thanksgiving Wish

I wish I could sit ‘round the corner,
And take in all of the clamor;
I’d hear laughter and conversations,
I would hear what really matters!

I would hear dear familiar voices,
Distinctive laughs I would know right away.
Dinnerware clanging with silverware,
And the smells of Thanksgiving Day!!!

I would thank my God for family,
Both at home and those miles away.
If I could just sit ‘round the corner,
That would be a spectacular day.

What you have, when gathered together,
Is a gift every heart longs to share.
The gift of just loving each other,
And the prize of each person that’s there.

Though I’m not sitting there ‘round the corner,
My heart is most certainly there.
My love, adoration and thankfulness,
Is in spirit, at everyone’s chair.

I love you dear family, and send my best wishes:
For holiday health, wealth and mirth.
Tis Thanksgiving Day! Thank God for right now!
It’s the best seat to have on the earth. 

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New Year's Eve in a Casino

There’s a lot of people in the casino. That is one fact that can’t be denied. We see a big crowd wherever we go. Nearly all of the machines are occupied. This is one scenario we can easily believe. After all, today is New Year’s Eve. People will be gambling long after midnight. There will be a big crowd up until the first light. With losing their money, plenty are willing. The casino is bound to make a big killing. Nothing has changed. It’s the same as before. The gamblers are back to lose a lot more.

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Full Moon at Halloween

There’s a full moon at Halloween this year With characters being dressed up as death Everyone loves to bring a lot of good cheer While evil tries to go and take your breath There are flying creatures that fly by night Owls, ravens, and bats are to name a few They love the full moon with lots of fright Going all about scaring everybody and you The haunted house which is upon a large hill Is the most frightening place you’ve ever seen A place of great fear, a place to give a thrill All these things are on this night, Halloween
Russell Sivey

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Most Precious Gift

Most Precious Christmas Gift Back in the year of ‘67 A Christmas gift came straight from Heaven. Among the tissue, lying there, A baby girl wrapped up with care It seemed to our astonished eyes That we had won the Yuletide prize. We searched for chip or mar or crack. We didn’t want to send her back. She came with an assured guarantee She was just what she seemed to be. And so we celebrate each year In honor of this gift, most dear. At Christmas time, another birth Is heralded throughout the Earth. We’re thankful that he shares his day With the perfect gift he sent our way. For Waylee's "Greatest Holiday Gift I Ever Received I was in the materninty ward when I received it. My daughter presented it to me along with Heaven as I say in the poem. She was the most precious Holiday gifts I ever received because she is one of the big blessings of my life, a granddaughter and she was born at Christmas time.. She was my third granddaughter. The other two were born too far away from me to be laid in my arms after her first breath.

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A Technicolor Christmas Tree

Long ago and way up north Further than you can ever believe Joey, a jaunty little fellow appeared Folks wondered what was up his sleeve Joey was unusual to say the least Had lotsa neat things on his mind No building forts or throwing snowballs Was a kid of a different kind Went straight to visit Santa one day Brought him happy holiday joy When Joey showed him his unique treasure Santa hugged this unusual little boy For what little Joey brought with him Made Santa's heart dance with glee The magnificent sight in front of Santa Was a Technicolor Christmas Tree They placed it in the centre of town Folks sang and all joined hands As they danced around this colourful tree Bells rang out all o'er the land There's a moral to this charming tale Don't brush these wee kiddies aside They're our future come hell or high water So treat these young people with pride © Jack Ellison 2012
A wee bit early...

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She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife

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March for the 4th of July

O patriots, listen to the march!
Souza was the all time master
Music for young and old alike
Just  makes the heart beat faster..

Uniforms, bands, and waving flags
Toe tapping, thigh slapping beat
Love of country and our freedoms
Rhythms that bring you to your feet..

Perhaps if we listened to more marches
And didn't think it terribly odd
As a country we'd feel much better
And once again be a "Nation Under God".

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Halloween Story

Quatrain Poem (23 Stanzas)
Halloween Story-by Trevor McLeod

As a child I remember well
how Halloween would interest me.
When school would end and I'd head home.
The leaves ground low and chasing me.

The air was cool that I'd feel light
and scents of leaves gave strength.
As I would rush into the wind
and think of home in length.

Where mom stood by the counter
and tea sat on the stove.
It's cozy sending signals
in mom's eyes by the drove.

My father came in early.
The rush was on the night.
My parents and my sisters
excited by the plight.

Slow to reach the table.
Cautious in our manners.
We all sat down to supper
content as little planners.

Quick to leave the meal.
My sister first to flee.
We rummaged through our costumes
deciding who'd we be.

For clothing we had everything.
All we'd mix and match.
We thought of our ideas
for costumes that we'd hatch.

I knew already what I'd be.
I searched through clothes with zest.
Till soon I found a simple mask
then later found a vest.

This night I would be Robin.
A hero of the night.
The clever Batman's partner
who loved a challenged fight.

I almost had it all.
A costume near complete.
Until I saw the panyhose.
The thought that made me freak.

My mother shot towards them
strengthened by my choice.
Then boldly said she'd dye them
in green with full rejoice.

The time soon brought the darkness.
On time to trick or treat.
As anxious as we were
we're scared with lighter feet.

We stepped out in the cool night
fearing we're to early.
Then when we reached the second house,
began to walk more surely.

And surely was the way I felt.
Now floating in my tights.
Why Robin every wore a mask
was just one of those blights.

Free to leap to peoples doors.
The breeze between my legs.
A Catholic I thought quick of sin
while fast upon my pegs.

The time I saved as I could run:
in tights seemed nowhere there.
collecting candy door to door
not acting like I care.

The night went by in simple grace.
My leaping in light bounds.
Contributing to much more candy
and look some said astounds.

Arriving home when it got late.
My shame checked at the door.
I said that I would do it again
and shook right from the core.

I stepped inside with greater zounds.
My sisters home awhile.
All holding bags of trick or treat,
they dump them in a pile.

My mom and dad are quick to speak.
They warn us all of blades.
They tell us throw our apples out.
Don't take a chance in spades.

I dumped my bag out on the floor.
The kisses everywhere.
While not my favourite candy made,
I'll trade for something fair.

We chomped the candies for an hour
till bedtime saw us done.
We quietly slipped into our beds
all tired of having fun.

Then as I lay and start to think
how Robin lived with tights.
I remembered all the candy got
with speed -and maybe frights.

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Haunted House

They cling to both my legs in terror
My little ones who just wanted  a thrill
Approached with laughing anticipation
The haunted house just filled the bill......

First was the bowl of white eyeballs
That floated in what seemed to be blood
A hand reached out from the middle
The shrieks of horror came in  a flood

Then a skeleton  who slept in a coffin
Sat up and shrieked with all its might
His hand reached for the nearest child
They screamed in wonderful fright

Evil black bats kept flying above us
And their fangs were a sight to behold
A bite on the neck was anticipated
 Bloody shreiks their enjoyment told

I could hardly walk their hold so tight
Ages six to nine and two in-between
After a cup of hot cocoa they confided
They'd never had a better Halloween....

A true story for the Halloween contest..
Barbara Gorelick

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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve is the time for letting go Of every trouble and each woe, That has distraught us in the year. Look on the Star, they’ll disappear. Even those of us with brand-new grief Will gaze on it and find relief. God made the extreme sacrifice; For our redemption, paid the price. He sent His own sweet baby Son, Which you and I could not have done, Into this wicked unkind place. Imagine a Babe, such task to face. The Angels told that Christmas Morn That our dear Savior had been born. Two thousand years ago ‘twas new. Today the Message is still true. With seeking heart you’ll find the star And hear the voices from afar. The angels tell in happy chorus That God sent His dear Son for us. If we but take them at their word This sweetest message ever heard, And with our hearts and minds believe, We’ll find pure joy this Christmas Eve. No. 12

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A Toast for New Years Eve

Whilst I lay in my bed, 
And reflect on my past
I remember that I want, 
Certain moments to last.
Like this evening tonight;
On New Years Eve;
We’re having too much fun
With much more to achieve!

For the New Year, is here!
And let it be said
’08 is now gone,
It is totally dead!

So we lift up our glasses!
Way high in the sky!
We’re not going to remember this,
Let’s not even try!

Don’t take a drink!
It’s not yet that time!
You have to let me finish
My cute little rhyme!

Now cheers to our friends,
Both new and old!
Let’s cheers to the stories 
That have yet to be told!

Let’s cheers to the nights 
That we stayed out late
Let’s cheers to you!
For being so wonderful, 
And being so great!

Happy New Year!

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Pumpkin Pulp

Pumpkin Pulp a hunger real.
Toothless meal a vomit fill.
Rumpy flesh to hold the meal.
Tasty strands of flavour seal.

Pits of seeds for spitting out.
White tidbits all hard and stout.
Strands of web to reach the heart.
Spirits strong where pressures part.

Fetch the scoop to scoop out goop.
Scrape the wall and cause it droop.
Oust the pulp on old newpapers.
Save the seeds to fry in vapours.

Pumpkins lit and glowing lanterns.
Angled eyes shine light in patterns.
Flickered smiles from waxy wicks.
Labotomys, the night of tricks.

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Twas the night before Thomas

Twas the night before Christmas 
Twas the night of his birth
But the little boy Thomas 
Was growing much worse

Thomas was sick, and he was not getting better
This sweet little boy 
The doctors together
Had brought him one toy

A round little bear
With a smile so bright
It made Thomas not care
He was dying that night

He and the bear snuggled and smiled
The bear and Thomas
What a beautiful child
Twas the night before Christmas

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Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas Everyone was snug sleeping in bed When down came Santa Bringing gifts for the good, it is said He was quiet as can be Didn’t let out a noise So he wouldn’t wake All the girls and boys As fast as he entered He was off into the air Saying, “Ho, ho, ho… I love everyone there!” Then it became morning Zoom, down the stairs the kids go Finding all their presents That Santa left for them below They were all smiles These grateful little kids Thankful that Santa loves them And brings them these nice gifts
Entrant Into Kim Merryman's "Here We Go A Caroling" contest 12/3/2012

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Black-eyed Peas and Hog Jowl

Black-eyed peas and hog jowl
That's what my grandma said.
Ham or bacon, but never foul.
And don't forget cornbread.

People up North may eat sauerkraut.
But in the South we eat collard greens.
The young and old, without a doubt
Know what this lucky meal means.

The more beans you eat
The more luck and good cheer,
A 365 bean gastric-atomic feat…
Tooting beans we all welcome the year.

Each in the family fully stuffing his face,
The well wishes soon squeak their way out.
Some of us eat at a very fast pace.
Then, “Happy New Year and Good Luck!” we all shout.

© January 5, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for the Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Good Luck Meal 
Sponsored by Russell Sivey

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christmas shopping

Carolers singing "Rudolph the red nose reindeer"
as sounds of jingling bells float through the air
It was Christmas Eve and she felt the crush
While last minute shopping in the Yuletide rush

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O chiming bells of midnight,...
gladly announce Jesus' joyful birth;
see how the Heavens' stars shine...
to glorify the most glorious One!

Unpleasant is the cold December' air,
and a manger is the perfect shelter
away from the frost and the gelid wind;
see how He smiles as all the angels sing!

Come shepherds, bring along your sheep,
to warm up a King whose heart is so meek;
and as the Wise Men kneel down in divine adoration,
I watch the gifts in their hands with much trepidation!

O chiming bells of midnight...echo through my starry valley,
and cheer up this silent town that offers its true serenity;  
and if snowflakes fall and make all the stars seem too far,
my lamp will brighten up the path and lead me to the Messiah! 

Entered in Carolyn Devonnshire's contest, "Christmas in your town"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Ghost and the Dream

We dreamed in a dream
That we were on the beach
The girls in costume
But the ghost was within reach

Iolanda and Danielle on the beach did they stand
Whilst Karen and Barbara, skipped with Carolyn in hand
Unknown to them, they were being watched from a far
A ghostly figure with a lengthy scar

The very next morning, at breakfast they were
Eating cheese covered noodles, in sight of the ghost with the scar
To the balcony they retired, sun bathing naked as be
As the ogling ghost, looked over the balcony to see

In strategic display, the straw hats were in place 
So that the Souper girls would never be disgraced
But who is the ghost that all these girls see
This figure of white, at their balcony

Their day turns to night, into the town they head
For drinks and a meal, and then they retire to bed
But in the deep of the night, there is a cry and a shout
As all the girls wonder, what was that all about

In the morning they discovered, someone fell in their pool
A peeping tom was reported, someone was just playing the fool
The sad thing is, that they never discovered who
So when they all go to sleep, watch out for the BOO!

< Taken from Carolyn's dream, and for some of the ladies on the Soup 
        Iolanda, Danielle, Karen, Barbara and of course Carolyn >

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Longing Dreams

Longing dreams as our eyes finally meet
A quaint introduction in this modern day sweet
To a park we stroll under winters darkening sky
Chatting and laughing in accommodating apply

The heavens declare their time of the year rains
Whilst two amble joyfully absorbing natures champagne
A few drinks they enjoy blending into their night
Confirmed by a kiss declares their meet right

Hand in hand, now closer than before
Their longing dreams in their minds they explored
With soft music playing and an oaky Lindemann's poured
Two hearts beating over the music they soar

Glasses laid down her hand he requests
As they dance to many songs, their sensing of zest
Again their eyes meet as a slow love song plays
Their previously explored minds start to show their displays

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Little Feet

Recalling special holidays past,
my favorite thoughts would be,
three pairs of feet running down the hall
to wake up the Christmas tree.

The excitement and the chaos,
as wrapping paper was torn,
squeals of delight throughout the house
as Christmas day was born.

At times I thought it might be nice,
to be free of all the riot,
just to enjoy an hour or two
with things a bit more quiet.

It’s funny what you wish for,
sometimes regretting what you say,
changes that look better
often don’t turn out that way.

Children grow and then they’re gone,
now that my time’s more free,
I realize hearing those little feet
meant everything to me.

So this year as we celebrate
And raise a glass of cheer
my grandchildren run through the house,
I’ve got new little feet to hear.

They are the magic that is Christmas,
so bring on the noise and clatter,
for being together with those you love
is all that will ever matter.

Liz Reilly
Children in rhyme contest

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Campers Grandeur

Fearless flames licking the night
as the glow flickers fire in their eyes
ah the tales round campfires light
of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise

When sleepily those embers to ash burn down
like marshmallows slipping to the ground
lanterns cast their final shadows
In exchange for adventures awaiting tomorrow

A final gaze at a zillion stars
shinning their sign of specked hope
for a soul to know peace is only so far
as blackened woods against constellations cloak

As I lay me down to sleep
not a care in the world can persuade me
to take for granted my humble retreat
safely bunked with my horses by the creek

Sunshine flashes her brilliant stare
like diamond wings playfully fluttering
over morning rivers greeted with prayer
while wee ones still in tents lay slumbering

Until the hunger fails to quit
resisting whiffs of luscious scent
hash-browns and bacon crisp...
with flapjacks bearing the final lament

Here they come sleepy and wistful
cocoa for the kido's hair in a muddle
and coffee for the men now donning stubble
the ones bearing tissue and the O'l faithful shovel 

The slightest breeze sweet smell of earth
shooting, hiking, splitting wood
traditions passed down again to preserve
laughter in a still frame subtly procured

Camping is the life, simple yet rich
meadows of wildflowers by the lake
kayak drifts near wild lavender I pick
with a wave saying thanks to the boaters wake :-(

Of all the trips money can buy
exotic lands, places to fly...
there's no place better to spend a summer
then camping where the wonder comes uncovered

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Between The Palms

Between the palms on soft warm sand recline
Eyes lightly closed;  beauty,  sound saturate
With your hand perfectly enclosed in mine
Sensory elements accelerate

Opening my eyes to gaze at the palms
Dark color that look like a peacock's feathers 
In full plummage while he struts very calm
Peaceful the scene almost like the heather

Of Scotland when in full bloom brings peace_calm
Beauty surrounds me now and enfolds me 
Into an inner world in time such balm
Pink cotton candy sky calls let life be

Carefree carefree just live your life carefree
As on island recline lost to all time
Carefree carefree live in total free glee
Ah! what life could be if this island mine

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All Hallow's Eve- Our Coven

The moon is full shedding a glimmering light,
My Coven and I gather for All Hallow's Eve,
Magic in the forest shall take place tonight,
The fall air is crisp with a gentle breeze.

Our High Priestess shall draw down on the moon,
She'll speak in a trance through our Triple Goddess,
Beauty and wonder shall invoke very soon,
Power of 13 witches shall soon be upon us.

There's power to behold on this lovely night,
Phases of the moon, our Priestess, shall speak,
The magnificent witch in our plain sight,
All Hallow's Eve is when our energy peaks.

My family in magic this Coven of witches,
The Priestess flows with elegance and a wise mouth,
Showing this power which few knew existed,
Our gathering here among the 13 devote.

People call us evil and cast us aside,
Oblivious to our intentions and what we seek,
No matter the cost, by my oath I abide,
Mess with my Coven and we shall conquer the weak.

The power of the moon tingles upon my skin,
We leave the calm of the forest after our rite,
The magic invoked is still pulsing within,
All of us leaving with wicked delight.

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On New Year's Eve I sit and ponder,
Memories past and times long gone,
And as I think my heart grows fonder,
Of times and things both lost and won.

It seems the mind sees clearer now,
Than when at first these things occurred,
And now I'm wont to think on how,
What came by chance and what incurred.

I sit and sort my loss and gain,
And tally that still owing,
And figure out where I'm to blame,
Remembering, not foregoing,

Any slight, however small,
By accident or plan,
And learn from that which I recall,
To be a better man.

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My wife demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market?
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately

So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter

Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we purchased today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll  hold his breath until his face turns blue

My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic| 
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson to find 
so we brought a cloth bag because recycling should be in every heart and mind
     © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon purposefully in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian

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Thanksgiving Guests

Gathered ‘round the Thanksgiving table, Are the folks who are dearest to me. I know, as they talk to each other, They aren’t seeing the faces I see. Grandpa and Grandma, and uncles and aunts And a few even closer than those, Are indelibly written on a memory page, In a book that I can’t bear to close. I lovingly gaze at these dear ones, Toward faces that aren’t really there. With thanks to our generous Maker, That another has filled up each chair. I cover my sadness with gladness, Amused at their jokes and their quips. Trying not to let on that my thoughts are far gone, To the pictures fond memory flips.. Just the last year, he was with us. The one who’s the most on my mind. I vainly search those at the table. That missing, beloved face to find. My daughters and precious grandchildren, Bow their heads for my Thanksgiving prayer. Praising the Lord for those present, Remembering the ones who aren’t here. This day, too, will soon be a memory, I shall add to my burgeoning book, And when this day is done and I am alone, I’ll turn each page for a comforting look.
By: Joyce 10/24/2000

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The Gift

Silently falls the crystalized mist, 
Sparkling wonders on this solstice eve, 
Backdrop for celestial candles, a sky, 
Of soundless depth, and velvet ease,

The soft glowing hearts of those who await, 
The welcome arrival of Peace to our sod, 
The promise that death will be given his fate, 
As our atmosphere cradles the infant Son; God.

Humbled, humanity in unison bows, 
To welcome redemption to the shore of her sphere, 
Shepherds worship with livestock and kingdoms of men, 
Angels breathlessly silent, their heart's song to hear.

Thorns laid for lambs, hold gently the Crown, 
That one day will hold the thorns meant for me, 
Torn linen covering the Lamb's flesh Divine, 
Heralds the veil torn, as He sets mankind free.


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My Week After Next

My week after next this is what I will do
Watching Glasgow Rangers in their teddy bear blue
Whilst into the evening the Soup beckons me
For writing I'll do, just wait and you'll read

When Monday arrives into the garden I'll go
To lay a black membrane to stop those weeds on the grow
Whilst stopping for lunch with son number three
I'm hoping and wishing he'll make it for me

The very next day it's really much of the same
I have to lay a shed floor, I hope I'm not doubled in pain
As I'm on holiday I can stay up later at night
To the Soup I'll comment, because it's only right

Wednesday I've reached and it's the back garden to do
Many meters to dig for a new lawn to come through
I have apples to pick, it's not the best season I've had
I blame the recent winter, because so many are bad

My weeks in the middle but tomorrow it's work
With a little wry smile and a tad of a quirk
It's Friday again and another weekend has arrived
For I'm crafty again, for another three days I've contrived

The very next week I'm on holiday again
I can admire my work without suffering more pain
For my work on the Soup will command these three days
A Brandy I'll have to help me work rest and play

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Pumpkin Delight

There’s a decaying old shack Where pumpkins are out back A stunning show of Autumn care Where there’s nothing that lacks A beautiful sight of fall flair Where pumpkins show their lair Another holiday comes roaring in Halloween approaches if you dare A great scene from the porch den Is a collection of Jack-O-Lanterns Clearly lit by candles on the inside Inviting goblins and next of kin There are no pieces that scare the tide The children come happily from the outside Candy delivered from the door where I abide They know my house from far and wide
Russell Sivey

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Why do all children love Christmas...
is that because of presents?
And if Santa never came...
whom would they blame?
No answer needed: it's themselves!

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A Gorgeous Ghostly Sight

Unmasked, that gorgeous ghostly sight.
White pumpkins on verdant vines.
Reflections glowing in sunlight.
Awaits awesome designs.

Either happy face or spook,
Imagination free.
The archduke passes by fluke.
What a sight he did see!

Orphans in the pumpkin patch,
Paint brushes in each hand.
Squiggly hair and lips to match.
The artistry was grand.

A sign beside the pumpkins –
Come get one; it is free!
Artist and receiver wins.
The day is filled with glee.

© November 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  "What No Orange Pumpkin" 
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

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I did not stop to tell you
I didn’t even try
I did not think about it
I’m not real sure why

You are always there for me
And yet this remains
I don’t tell you near enough
That I am just the same

All the things I wanted 
In everything I do
I see that I’m a mirror
Reflecting what is you

I should have told you sooner
I could have let you know
I will always love you
Thanks for helping me grow.

Happy Mother's Day Mama

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You don’t have to see it raining in Ireland  to know that it is so
The Bay at Kenmare is always mist-covered and smelling  of moisture  -
As the clouds come sweeping in from the Atlantic  you see the mist go
For a moment while the rain drops gather speed down into the water

The Irish use a strange word for rainy weather  : it is  is “soft”.
But an Irish day when the weather is  ”hard” is hardly ever going to appear,
So for my money  the word should be  “wet” or  “drab”  -  and used  oft :
Then  everyone would be clear as to why the sky is not clear.

Those photos you see in postcards where  Ireland’s lush green fields fold
Into  the arms of mellow sunbeams   and are warmed gently by the smiles
Of an Irish sun  must have been taken by cameramen who waited untold
Months so they could catch the rare beam through the misty miles.

When you visit the Emerald Isle take a variety of clothing to wear.
For summer, a light rain coat, small umbrella, and perhaps a plastic hood.
For winter,  a heavy raincoat  - or two,  and rubber boots  - a pair.
In autumn and spring these same items will ensure your holiday is good.

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What is Gluttony

Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess

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It’s Christmas season once again
Our hearts will start to glow
It’s getting a bit colder outside
We  expect an early snow.

The season starts with ghosts and goblins
Knocking on your door.
They beckon for a treat or two
Maybe something more.

Next comes our day of thanks
For all that we possess
We eat and drink til there’s no more room
With bounty that we have blessed.

Santa can’t be far behind
With his sleigh full of toys
He holds his ever longer lists
Of the good girls and boys.

But I sense that something’s  missing
An d we’ve wandered off our way.
The  food, the toys and the witches brew
Have led us all astray.

It’s your God you should celebrate
And beg him to bless your cheer.
And do this every day you wake
Not just at the end of year
Share your joy with everyone
No matter what their creed
And let’s keep ‘Christ’ in Christmas
And give to ‘ALL’ in need.

So I will wish you a Merry Christmas
And a very ‘Happy New Year’
Please give your love to everyone
Throughout the coming year.

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This should be the happiest day for lovers,
when they are drawn to each other and their voices
fall to whispers with soft music playing...
in a room filled with roses and scented candles burning.

My gaze falls on you, o darling of my intense desires,
please, put on the sexiest nightgown and explore my fantasy;
and what I confide in you is a true definition of what I see...
I am romantic by nature, unraveling all my surprises.   

This should be the happiest day for lovers,
for the ones who deserve to be remembered and loved;
and to suppress happiness and laughter and expect no flowers...
is an acceptable sign of unworthiness, of a regret foolishly sustained. 

Refuge in my sensational embrace, sheltering your grace,
and this warmth can inflame you with unimaginable passion;
while a surge of sensuality will arise with irrepressible elation....
my anxious arms will seek yours as you abandon yourself to my kiss.  

This should be the happiest days for lovers,
slowly dancing under dimmed lights, reading thoughts
before they are spoken...without falling to silence; 
responding to caress that lead to intimate moments. 

Be adventurous, experimental and irresistable; 
give into those feelings that rule the flow of emotions,
have a notion of how you could be the most beautiful...
as Venus who madly attracted those young, handsome gods.

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

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A Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bore
Upon His shoulders He carried all
For all of us, for love and more

At birth, His destiny was already cast
He was to travel, on fated road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried heavily our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met His death with prayer and love
He did not run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God, His father above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed gently by His mother and others
With prayer for Him, hoping too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their own doubts
Some fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending, drew their fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.

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I Wonder

Oh sweet Christ Child I wonder
if the Wise Men ever knew
that  Party frocks and cheese balls
would someday overshadow you?

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The Darkest Halloween

Under cloak of a midnight sky,
on Halloween, the moon was full.
An eerie sight there caught my eye,
I viewed his body being pulled.

The dirt unearthed was moist and fresh,
once the grave where he'd been placed;
a man of forty, so I'd guessed,
I could, just barely, see his face.

When I moved in closer still,
five tombstones soon surrounded me,
and chanting in the night air filled,
the prophesies of mystery.

On this day, so prophesied,
chanting of a thousand witches,
would raise the dead from all the tombs,
all the morgues, and crypts and ditches.

At the stroke of twelve, or so,
while stirring fast, strange witches brew,
their voices filled the midnight hour,
and chanted 'til the stroke of two.

Potions, cauldrons, signs of death,
raised my hair, as I held my breath.
"Ravens, Banshees, owls and trolls,
raise the bones of forty souls."

Witches moved to form an arc,
and in the center placed the man,
then dripped the blood of forty larks,
that severed both his lifeless hands.

When the chanting nearly ceased,
his hands began to fly like bats,
and to the air were doves released,
soon followed by a hundred cats.

Beyond fear, I was a wreck,
I told my feet to pick up steam,
but one hand grabbed me 'round the neck,
on this, the darkest, Halloween.

So, next time, as you walk alone,
in the dark, on a moonlit night,
remember the rest of his bones,
are out there to fill you with fright.

The witches, "sign of the five,"
are points of a star bringing death,
at this moment you're still alive,
while I am still catching my breath.

Each Halloween, at midnight,
his body still roams, that's no joke.
His hands are still able to fly,
and next time they'll fly at your throat.

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His Name's Not Patty!

It always seems to be the same,
that for each and every year
all the people come in droves
just to share in all the cheer.
But, do they really know
of what it really means
on this very holy day
when we celebrate the green?
It’s not about the nationality,
though many think it’s so.
That’s why I’m here to give you facts
that you all need to know.
The man whose day we celebrate
was a man like you and me.
He helped many find the truth
about the Trinity.
Using the shamrock as a guide,
he helped them on their way.
That’s why they’re so many Catholics
in Ireland today.
This man, enslaved by Irish pagans,
was of Welsh descent.
Due to pagan ways and his prayers,
Ireland is where he went.
He tried so hard to make them see
the reality of the Lord.
He prayed for those who refused to see
and those who chose to ignore.
Many say, he chased the snakes
far from Ireland’s shore.
Though, in fact, he converted pagans
to where they’d find the Lord.
So, you see, it’s not important,
if you wear the green.
Don’t sport the color if your not
Irish, by any means.
Instead, just feel the Lords presence,
in each and every way,
but most of all, his name’s not Patty,
it’s Patrick and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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Oh What a Night

Shepherds traveled, their only  map a star.
The Angels gave a concert from above.
Wise Men came bearing gifts, to the Christ Child.
God's gift to mankind. Born in a manger, sweet gift of Love.

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This Season's Gift

My pockets, bare, this yuletide season
Though riches, they are in my heart
As family and friends will gather about
With a love for us all to therefore impart
No gift could one give, that’s greater than
The one that had never known a store
As the wrapping on the gift, is one of love
Reflecting the gift itself, one so pure
For when all other gifts then so break
Or then need some time to therefore mend
It’s love, the gift that stays the season
And is the gift that all should send

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Within the land of clover
O’er the fields of green
Wanders, a bagpipe player
Just blending to the scene
He breathes the air of the hills
Into the plaid bagpipe sack
That keeps me as a visitor
Always coming back

The land and all its legend
The Castles on the hills
The Rose of Shannon’s aroma
It does all give me fill
But yet my mind there wanders
As my feet push on to see
The lovely Emerald Isle
That patchwork of the green

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Christmas Thanks

Hanging the baubles
Hanging the bows
Hanging the balls
And mistletoes

Adorning the home front
With symbols of joy
Brings excitement to faces
Of each girl and boy

For they all know soon
That Santa appears
Just as he’s done before
Year after year

But as they get older
Their smiles e’er remain
Even though their belief
Has gone down the drain

I guess it’s the season
This true reason for peace
Is why they all smile
With kindness released

Their now giving hearts
Were trained to so give
By the goodness of Santa
And the true King that lived

It may quickly come
And too quickly pass
But the joy remains strong
With Christ in Christmas

So for each Christmas Tree
With a new “holiday” name
Remember the true reason
To keep the season the same

All filled with kindness
In the season to forgive
Give thanks to the child
That taught how to live

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Irish Haunting

In the Emerald Isle
Where leprechauns reside
Banshees rule the nighttime
With horrific cries
But wandering upon this night
The air was thick with mist
I felt a tingle down my spine
As something grabbed my wrist
I turned so, in a hurry
Expecting then a face
As happiness had left my heart
With fear it was replaced
I quickly ran down, to an Inn
I shot down three big drafts
The keeper and the patrons
They could not help but laugh
For they then told the story
Of a lass that passed away
Some see her in the glen
Others hear her, they just say
But, I happened to be there
10 years to the day
In the same location 
On this 15th day of May
For on that day a decade ago
Her new spouse bore a knife
And brought it down upon her
Taking away her life
They say she keeps on trying
To find that once true man
To take his life, just as he did
She now wanders o’er the land
I was so damn frightened
For that could have been me
So I am never leaving here
Cause I threw away their key

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I make you now a gesture
With love for you, a token
I give to you a single rose
With whispered words now spoken

I love you, darling, please now know
As this rose then serves to say
I wish to give the entire world
As my love is on display

Please take this to your bosom, 
Place it gently, keep it still
For love I give is fragile darling
But yet, it’s iron willed

On days when you don’t see me
As thoughts then come to mind
The love I have for you my dear
Is the rose, set to remind

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Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here
To carry weight we should have bared
Upon His shoulders He bore it all
For all of us, a love He shared

At birth, His destiny was already cast
He was to travel, fated on His road
To save us all, brothers and sisters
He carried heavily our load

Upon the end of carrying our cross
He met death with prayer and love
He didn’t run, nor dare to fight
With thoughts of God above.

Upon His death, in a tomb He lay
Placed by His mother and others
With prayer for Him, knowing too
He’d return for His sisters and brothers

In the early morn, a discovered sight
The rock at the cave was displaced
By the hand of God, all soon learned
That the fate of man had been graced

He rose! He rose! The savior came
Though some still had their own doubts
Fingers placed inside His wounds
And ascending drew their fear right out

He is the rock of man, the foundation
He is that which we build the church upon
He came and because of His rising
We are graced upon death, by God’s son.