Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations sacred spell.
It is a crystallized super nova’s raw force, exploding from
The inner guttural roar of nature giving birth, to
The snow bird of paradise.
In its translucent chamber egg of ice, resting in the
Diamond dust covered nest, lined with crystal frozen gems,
Shimmering beneath the chilling Artic sun, as the
Freezing embrace of mother earth, rocks her starling,
Kindred off spring, waiting, are anticipating its hatching.
Ever tenderly the life within stirs, as if a captured moment
Of purities grace, encapsulated in brilliance opulence,
The shells shard melts away, in a hushed display of beauties
Refinement and complete elegance.
Nature itself seems to hold its very breath, as the
Snow bird rises, for the first motions step, in a swaying
Waltz of harmony.
Behold the snow bird strides forth, fanning her plumage
Behind, a white laced peacock is exposed, unfolding its winged
Feathers delicately, one by one, until the colors
Reflect the light rays from the polar sun.
Gleaming in radiance, the fineries majestic appendages
Sparkle with razzle-dazzles adornments, yet the winds brush
At her downy softness, as if caressing the fleece of a new
Born lamb’s wool, ever so gently.
Plumages lace of snowflakes spread wide, in a splendors display
Of glitz and glamour, as the fluffy strains ripple in the night winds
Whispering, come along my beautiful creation, it is time to warm
My soil with springs everlasting promise, once more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014
When Santa got stuck down the chimney
What a terrible fright for young lives
Imagine the sight that then met them
Imagine their awful surprise.
With a crash and a thump and a holler
A bang and a whoosh and a boom
The magical globe trotting Santa
Daintily entered their room!
He landed full square in their fireplace
His hat flopped down over his eyes
He looked really much more like Black Beard
Except he was double the size.
The children sat up in amazement
Then hid and peeped through a crack
As this unfortunate dirty old Santa
Was hit on the head by his sack.
The air turned quite blue for a moment
When he finally uttered a cry
I’ve hurt every bone in my body
Was the gist of what he implied
Now Rudolph looked down from above him
Shook his head and then let out a sigh
Get up you clumsy old has been
We still have work left to do tonight.
Well Santa looked right up that chimney
His plight became clear in a flash
He was stuck with his sack at the bottom
And didn’t know how to get back.
The children, still hid in the corner
Just couldn’t believe what they saw
As this dirty old Santa recovered
Did his job and then limped out the door.
They watched as he climbed out the window
His suit now completely akimbo
But Rudolph was there with the sleigh and a spare
He now had clean clothes to change into.
Once more Rudolph rescued the big man
Stamped his hoof, got him out of his whirl
Threatened to leave less he focus
You know, of course, Rudolph’s a girl!!!!
The children got up in the morning
Frustrated, annoyed and distressed,
For their bedroom looked just like a bombsite
Where two sacks of gifts had been left
Despite having left him a message
Stating ‘ please do not leave so much trash,
We are modern day children remember
What we want is a cheque or some cash’
Copyright © Heather Buxton | Year Posted 2014
winter has come
are woven in
have flocked to
they take rest in
shelter them from
rocks them to sleep
north wind, comes a
fall gently, on
waits for them at
are all hearts on
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
His creatures failed to listen to His guidelines to grow
and got lost in their own wills. The rest we know.
So the Maker of his creatures animal and Human, the Generator Himself Creator of billions of stars and galaxies
black holes, planets, moons, suns,
time, space and all material, of everything visible and invisible …
decided in Pure Love to send down His Son, His Mirror
to become one of His Creatures. He, the Alpha and Omega,
The Beginning and the End, the second Person of the Blessed Trinity,
God Himself…. Came down to be one of His creatures… His little ones.
He came down and became one of us to lead us, to save us, show us the Way. Christ.
There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him in a world set to deceive.
One wintry freezing blustery Sunday after his family went to church,
he was watching the birds outside his picture window.
They were freezing to death he could see,
no place to hide and warm themselves in the bare trees.
His bird feeders had toppled in the snow
and his little friends had no where to go.
He quickly went to his entrance door and opened it wide
spread seed and suet in a trail into his house.
“Come inside my little friends he cried!”
I won’t hurt you and you will be safe here with me.
but they didn’t believe him…. Who could blame them
he thought in a world set to deceive….
Then in his anguish for his little friends he thought,
if only I could just for a day become one of them
to fly out there, then they would believe me!
then they would follow me into my house…where it’s warm.
and they would be saved! Poor little ones!
Then he understood….
The next Sunday He filled his birdfeeders
and went to the Christian church with his family.
to give thanks to the Almighty Love.
It was CHRISTMAS day.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE !!!
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
This Christmas I have something
That’s magical for you and me
I so want to share it with you
So open this box and you will see.
There’s two turtle doves inside
Now please place one in your hand
And I will take the other
To help you understand.
You keep one and so will I
And best friends we’ll always be
No matter how far you go away
Hold the dove and you’ll see me.
And if you’re lonely and in need
Just send it back to me
Alone you will not be for long
Because that’s where I will be.
So now you know the story
How they tenderly hold our love
I’m talking about the magic
Of the magical turtle dove!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
Pray sit a while, while I relate this christmas tale for you,
as told to me by a dear dear friend, (I believe it almost true!)
Imagine, by a cottage wall, a snowman stands, forlorn,
made by busy childlike hands, early that very morn,
Alighting on a nearby tree, my friend Cock Robin came,
he knew he had been there before, for everthing looked the same,
"Horatio!" the bird did cry, at the sight of his old old friend
"my dear old man, a twelvemonth's past, and still you do not bend?"
Alas, dear Robin is unheard, at least that's what he fears,
"perhaps my friend Horatio has lost his snowy ears!"
And so he perches nearer by to let the snowman see,
that 'tis Cock Robin he would spy, (if only he would see!)
Horatio turns not left nor right, he does not make a sound,
and poor Cock Robin must decide to stay and stand his ground!
"What jest is this Horatio?, for I know it is thee!",
" I know your eyes, I know your coat, with black coal buttons three"
" and though it has been many month's, you must remember me!"
Yet still the snowman looks ahead, Cock Robin thinks him rude,
"I shall away" the bird did say "from your haughty attitude"
Then, all at once the big church bell began it's midnight chime,
to call all souls to praise the lord, for it is Christmas time!,
"Horatio! Horatio! it is the magic night!",
the bird then darted here and there and sang with all his might!'
For, on the ground the snow white man began to dance with glee,
singing songs of Christmas cheer, and whistling merrily!.
Copyright © June Fone | Year Posted 2010
They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and will be,
The Person of the Son, Mirror, Word of the Father, and always will be.
The Person of the Spirit, the Sigh of Love between the Two .
These are the Persons of One God who are Three.
There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him; in a world set to deceive.
He believed in a God perhaps but not that Christ was His Son,
he saw God in Nature; of Christ’s church he would have none.
his family believed and that was alright with him.
he stayed home to watch nature: That was no sin.
Before all we know that was, there was Love,
So Pure a Love that we as mere humans cannot know,
Such palpable Joy and abundant Life They wished to share.
in Each Other They knew as God what They would do.
and it came to be. A Divine opportunity for you and me.
to share in that Wholesomeness of Life and Love.
to be created in His Image with intellect and will.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
What i love
About Christmas time
Is a leggy bird
And a vintage wine
With succulent breasts
And a figure so tanned
When i wash my hands
She'll soon be manned
She's the type of bird
Who leaves me well fed
With a glass of wine
I'm ready for bed
But this little bird
Can sure last longer
For she double serves
And my hungry heart grows fonder
At my table she sits
As my hands delight
She has my admiration
This delicious bird on Christmas Day
Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say
And just before we sit down to eat
We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat
My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute "
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
chit chat but no chewing
Nothing could be as safe as a two pronged apple cart rotating on a journey. Such sturdiness. If a single voyage is thick with angst and full of weeds. Lie down immediately upon a thick layer of ice. Freeze for a while. Then re awaken to the call of the bears. Who are arriving in vast numbers. Fleeing from the risings of the waters. Growl not a grin. And stick ten musical mushrooms into a hole then wait for the bite from a large fish who will feed the family for seventy five years and fifty two days. Of course there is no apparent need to be so precise. But precision angling is often best performed during a sunset dip. Skating however is best left to the vertical penguins who can dive spin and vault over large sections of ice wall. How rather unique and impressive. And how very synchronized too. The general idea is that the millipede in a hat will talk to the centipede in a coat then that will ensure the heavy thunderous clapping from the earthworms in their ballroom attire. Cloths cleaning cannot claim control. And the evenly spaced cake is often iced to an ironed out format. Hahahaa dustbin digging hahahahaha pointing pinnacles xxxxx climatological z this is p y q reporting live from 89.00000000000001 with a large Z and an x
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016