Oh the day of Christmas 2020!
The snow has for long, been pushed further into the year.
I shan't spill a single tear.
Christmas this year is beautiful that I in my prime of Twenty Three am so glad.
I am so glad that you could spend it with me, my wonderful.
You are my breath of fresh air, my tender kiss.
You are my only Christmas wish.
Your beautiful glossy dark hair.
Followed with a loving oh so, tender stare.
You were my Christmas past.
You are my Christmas present.
And you... You will be my Christmas future.
There is no hate on Christmas day.
Tender loving care, here and away.
I’m glad that I can spend it with you.
My heart beats fast when your air fills the room.
My eyes tear up at the sound of your beautiful voice.
My hands bloom for your radiant glow.
Because I know, you know.
What I want for Christmas this year.
I have that wish in my heart
many of you must have the same,
a disease free healthy world
forget all those cursed names.
Many of you must have the same
a dream of disease free world,
forget all those cursed names
let that joyful world unfurled.
A dream of disease free world
where people love to live,
let that joyful world unfurled
where everyone is ever active.
Where people love to live
children forget curse of pain,
where everyone is ever active
no disease to drive insane.
Children forget curse of pain
old age ceases to be a problem,
no disease to drive insane
everybody a winner in life's game.
Old age ceases to be a problem
a disease free healthy world,
everybody a winner in life's game
I have that wish in my heart.
Placement: 3rd; (December 2011)
Contest:Your Christmas Miracle
By :kashinath karmakar
When I look into a crystal ball
These are some things that I see
Hearing loss will be my down fall
And my wife won’t listen to me
Look up dear, its mistletoe
Please to give this gal a kiss?
What’d you say, you miss my toe
And you’d like to reminisce?
Oh my goodness, see their tree
And the lovely treats to eat?
Now why on earth did you ask me
If I want to greet your feet?
I just heard the whistle blow
So I’ll think I’ll have some tea
Why didn’t you say there’s mistletoe
I’ve been saving a kiss for thee.
Santa’s Trip Way Up There
Santa came to town to find some batteries for a comet mission
Philea probe ran out of energy when landing on a duck shaped thing
Its name is 67P/C-G and is very far away from Earth
It took Rosetta space craft ten years to voyage there
322 million miles from here for what it’s worth
Philea probe needs Santa and some luck this year
To restore and to explore the speeding rock up there
The mission calls for more than just a sled to save the mission
Santa can’t run on milk and cookies any more
A missile or rocket is needed to get him there by Christmas
Athletes get athletes foot you know
Santa, is now an astronaut, so
He must get missile toe at Christmas
Santa needs a power source for poor Philea soon
It fell into a deep sleep for lack of energy
Perhaps he should stop there first to give it batteries
Santa and the probe might discover microbial life together
Just one more comment
I hope he finds at least one snowflake on the comet
To remind him of our Christmas back on Earth
You know; his home planet
11/23/14 “What's up with Santa” – Poetry Contest
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Of worlds make belief
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree
The phantom dressed in black, hovered by the fireplace
Year of our Lord 2030 was closing out at last
Closing with the shop with New Year’s business
My friends are here with me for festivities and champagne
The spirit intruded our conversations and celebration
Took me rudely with a skeletal hand with no excuses
Abruptly pinched my wrist and spirited me through the window
I told him I’m in my 80’s, too old to fly, too young to die
He flew me any way, to the local cemetery plot in sad disgrace
My name was etched upon the cold rock face before me
I smiled, though knowing that was wrong to do
Since firing all my employees, with no word, no reason
To send them out to freeze at Christmas season
Is the reason I am here, in this awful mess
I smiled because the name upon the tombstone was not exactly mine
They misspelled my name, which is not a crime, but
That makes them idiots without a doubt
I guess I have one more year to live, correct?
Or until the end of time before I die to make things right
Since the government makes all tombstones in the region
We know how incompetent they can be
The spirit of Christmas future will have to find another job
He might start by learning how to spell
Along with government officials, before they send me off to hell
Created on 12/15/14 for – “Christmas Past, Present or Future” Poetry Contest
Theme - "Christmas Future"
The season of hope, the season of giving,
The time to reflect on the life you've been living.
Children innocent, gleeful, jolly,
Masquerading in magical midnight folly.
Token gifts exchanged with teary eyes,
Sentimentality to make up for expressionless lies.
The streets lined bright with twinkling lights,
Amaretto, giddy to dispell never-ending nights.
The anticipation is welcomed into their chests,
The disillusioned only waiting to end their direst.
Simply a day if you've no one to share with,
Only a waiting game, until it is over with.
Just one day yet it's been another year,
Rejection was always your biggest fear.
Melancholia swelling in your heart, loneliness growing more,
Then Christmas is over and it's all back to how it was before.
The Last Day
The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath
The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved
The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past
I feel my life , wasting away'
Living in a strange place , day by day
Who is to blame? I ask myself ,
If I get killed, or put on a shelf .
Who will take care? of the ones I love ,
While I look down , from up above ,
Lord, keep them safe, while I'm away ,
They are the victims, who are being played .
Life can be cruel ,life can be mean ,
When ' Soldier's die, in a War, unforeseen
Who will protect us,when they are gone,
This isn't a dream, the day isn't done .
We live in a fox hole, " over in Vietnam'
Or in " Korea"by the DMZ,
War is the same, in any language u c.
Destroying families, even " Overseas .
Make us or break us ,we are men
Even "The Wac's, will do it again ,
We're not afraid, to kill or be killed ,
While in the big house,they live on cheap thrills .
Our lives are " predetermined" that's what they say ,
Cause we as soldier's , will die every day
Remember our sacrifices, and all that's been done ,
We'll die for our country, till the war is won .
Love is greater than any conflict,
Being fought " Overseas" or in our country
Let's not forget our "Soldier's"who've died all alone,
"For their last thought before dying,
Was to be buried" back home .
It was Christmas with all the holiday cheer
It was a lovely Christmas tree that brought the feeling to preserver
But what made Christmas stand out it was my B&O railroad I am talking about
It was a layout of Baltimore & Ohio railroad being a thrill
My locomotive puffing smoke at free will
It was those passenger cars all lit up
Backgrounds with scenery including a tunnel
As a kid, it was the highlight being my funnel
As my B&O train set maneuvered around the track
It’s my reflection of memory that dates back
The passenger train that made a stop in my house
There’s no room for even a mouse
There are much more words I could say
However, I am sharing with you on this day
B&O you journeyed on
You are in my heart where you belong
You took me to a place being around
A layout that had a small town
You brought me to my own home being filled with love Christmas bound
It was a family celebration and how sweet the sound.