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Details | Light Poetry | |

The First Gift Of Christmas Was Love

.The first gift of Christmas was love It was bestowed from above It was given to all to both rich and poor to those who are strong or who can easily fall To coloured and white To the ones less smart or those who are bright to muslims and catholics buddhists and protestants To believers and atheists To the young and the old To all humankind. The first gift of christmas was love It was bestowed from above To those who show compassion Forgiveness and their care To those who receive blessings and know the way to share To those who look at others with the eyes of a child and to those who make a space for our little Jesus Christ The first gift of Christmas was love It was bestowed from above May We all search deeper Of this gift be a keeper May this love transmits joy that kind of joy that lasts That joy that lit up faces and our heart embraces That joy that comes to visit and then remains with us Happy Christmas to all my sweet friends and your families love you all Charma.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Hourglass of Time

As I contemplate life
Through thick lenses glasses of the whiskey bottle
Is there life?
What is life, what is the lie, or even the truth?
Or is there only the journey to darkness
If so, why not buy a first class ticket
To the black hole of the universe
There in death, I can sit
In peace
Dreaming of the rebirth of atoms and molecules

Then, I ponder some more
I remember years ago
Holding a soda pop bottle
I just couldn’t discard
Somehow I was happy
He was my invisible friend
We sure had adventures
Nighttime I was safe
He would guard the window
Be would both gaze at the stars
I would talk and he sure knew how to listen
These memories bring me smiles even now

Is the universe that strange?
Are we all related so, objects, minds and souls?
All I know, is maybe I better stick around
Have a soda
Savoring my youthful days
When all my friends came around to play
Yelling Ricky, come on out, it’s a beautiful day!
Baseball was always fun back then
I always had my soda pop bottle in my bag
Surrounded by friends and so so content

As I contemplate life
I am somewhat amazed
That the ghost from the Christmas past
Is no illusions after all
Chains be dammed, I am set free
I awake with a new vigor
To a new year

Notes: First I recommend to read Orange Crush The adventures of Soda Pop by Richard Lamoureux, all of them are a series. So, I added my dark side, and a wee bit of Charles Dickens at the end, as he like Richard used to write stores in series like this. I thought it unique to combine these 3 ideas in one!

I took the character of Ricky, aged him, and had him look back in time!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free But it's when you look around, my world glistens It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow As we turn the corner many colours in radiate Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other As we draw nearer through the arched window I see So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Romanticism | |

His Beauty Revealed on Christmas Day

As the snow falls around me, I marvel at God’s wholesome and worthy entity. The Lord, on his special day, has given me a gift so precious and special; He has opened my eyes to his wondrous glory. The Lord above all has allowed me to see the beauty in the smallest of things: The stars and moon at night, and the clouds and sun by day; The little trickles of freezing cold, yet clean, fresh, clear water Running down the mountainsides, quenching my insatiable thirst; The trees in all their grandeur, That provide my warmth when I gather their branches; The leaves and pine needles at my feet, Providing soft beds for me and all the forest creatures. Best of all of these, however, is the snow. The beautiful snow in which no two snowflakes are the same. The same biting cold, yet strangely comforting and fulfilling snow, In which brings forth light on the darkest of days. I must thank the all-loving God, who has bestowed upon me this glorious gift. Me, a pathetic excuse for a soldier who has run away From the sight of bloodshed because I cannot stand to fight another friend. Me, a coward who is now running from the law, And living solely in the forest for fear of being caught and hanged. Me, a God-believing man who has sinned greatly. But I have repented. I have asked God for forgiveness of my sins on Christmas Eve night, And He has replied by giving me snow on Christmas morning, showing me that I am not alone, and that I should not be afraid. And, by His grace, when all I have been seeing was darkness and despair, He opened me up to allow me to see the beauty and light in all his creation. “I praise You, oh glorious God, for giving me this most wonderful gift! I thank You for forgiving me, a sinner, of all my wrongdoings, and for giving me this awe-inspiring gift, for which I have done nothing to deserve! I exalt you on high, oh Lord, for all that you have done and given me, and will do for me and give me! I will love and praise you always! Amen.”

Copyright © Josiah Rutter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."

Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Winter to Spring

   He shivers as he steps on the porch,
The sharp icy air gives a certain scorch.
   As he steps out from the arbors protection,
out to where there is no affection.
   A month or so later,
 the boy feels oh so much greater.
  The sun shining down,
where there is no such thing as a frown.
   But now there is a long process to get from season to season,
and you get tired of Winter's cold and sharp treason.
   So as we walk through the steps, enjoy the end of Winter's blast,
just as you did when it began and you said "At last!"
   As Winter comes joy fills the world,
as snowballs get thrown and hurled.
   The cheer, the bliss begins with a snow,
however you come to remember and know,
 that Winter lugs on and on until Spring.
   Though not very easy,
we must try to enjoy the breezy and sneezy.
   So as the snow melts into the dirt underneath,
people will put away festive décor, trees, and a wreath.
   People then change from heavy bundles of clothes,
and on to short sleeves is where the style arose.
   The used-to-be snowflakes turn now to dandelion seeds,
flying to and fro, and landing where it needs.
   A pleasing fragrant of Honeysuckle, Jasmine,
awhile bumble bees come flying, trying to get in.
   Low and behold Spring is in,
while once a year it begins again.


Copyright © savannah feeler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born

Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born

That Christmas morn, sun was still hiding so low
 yet Queenie had just put on a beautiful show.
For little puppies we kids had all quietly prayed
And mother dog had given, each beautifully made.
 
Six little furry bundles soon appeared in sight
 all pretty except the runt, I later named Midnight.
Momma dog was so careful to tend to them all
 even Midnight although he was so very small.

Five were quite healthy and look so very great
 except for Midnight and he hardly ever ate.
Born so small,left paw deformed,looked so bad
 one less left toe it most assuredly had.

Father said, Midnight simply would not survive
 I took it upon myself to prove that a lie.
Three weeks I diligently set him in place to feed
 taking care of his every want and great need.

He had started out looking like a disaster
 now suddenly he had grown into a little master.
With that white shining spot just above his eye
 dad said, he will do , son you are the reason why.

A year flew past like a quick, brief summer rain
 all pups beautiful, nary a one was just plain.
Yet Midnight all agreed was now the great prize
 I had done it, proved my Dad's prediction a lie!

He had a shiny coat that glowed, limps as he walks
 his bark was so beautiful, I swear I heard him talk.
Neighbors swore nothing like him did they ever see
 Dad said, "son gets the credit" then points at me.

All the dogs were soon trained to track and hunt
 Midnight excelled, the very best of the bunch.
Fellow hunters bragged all about his great skill
 one offered to buy him for a hundred dollar bill!

Dad would always smile, wink and just politely say
 not for any amount, not now or on any other day.
That dog was reared and fed lovingly by my baby son
 I'd not sell him for diamonds nor gold by the ton.

Midnight began a runt and little could I ever see
 but my boy saw and proved my error lovingly to me.
That pup began a sickly runt, a diamond in the rough
 my boy healed him, making a top winner sure enough!

R.J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Talented Retirement

To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and did things,
 I have never done before,
I wrote two books, "Living with God",
The next good book"The Sounds of Christmas",
My poems were well-liked by the seniors at the residence,
I gave them as christmas presents one year
Blessing my relatives and friends,
I was featured at the Open House as a guest poet.
They praised my accomplishments,
We had a lovely reunion with my relatives,
The sound of music came honestly,
I taught myself as a teacher to play many songs,
A friend came up to me and said, 
That they would like me to play for the birthdays,
I played the piano for the birthdays and socials,
Previously I had sung with the choir,
I participated in bazaars,
A well-respected poet and pianist,
I said to myself, perhaps I have practiced all my life ,
Just to be featured today as a senior today,
I met a future mayor of our city and a bishop of our church,
I had friends that were ministers and lunched,
I thank God for the many accomplishments and blessings,
We have a beautiful conservation area nearby,
Many hikes and lovely walks guested with relatives and friends,
A retirement that is blessed by the Lord,
To have been blessed to share my retirement with my father and relatives,
To have discovered my favorite miracle singer,
These are the many blessings of God and I am truly thankful.

Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz


Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me.
 
As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction.

But why?

It symbolizes all my struggle and all my pain.
 
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain.

It takes a sudden fall next to me. 

But why? 

It symbolizes the thought of being alone.

It tells me that someone is always by my side. 

As I write, 
The leaf flies away.

As if it had a huge success in it's encouragement.

Nature communicates with us in many ways.

Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012

Details | Elegy | |

Christmas without Mom

 To eulogize your life when we have spent so many years apart
 gives me comfort and memories of your precious passed life
 
 You speak to me in my dreams and share images of a castle by the stream
 it's walls shine of elegance a beauty of luster gold for your soul it now holds

 My Mother, you are now a jewel of heaven, a gem in God's crown
 as his loving arms hold you and his angels wings wrap around.

 I know you sit in the room of hearts and some day you will take me in your arms,
 while the angels play their harps like the soft swaying sound of a violin my soul 
 will then depart.

 As I stroll to the waters edge of sadness and my reflection is looking back
 I see my mothers wonderful smile our characteristics and mannerism
 you blessed me as a child.

 Tonight I will sleep and you will whisper in my ear all the stories 
 from the day that I was born, taking away my sadness and
 giving me comfort to help me not to mourn. 

 So on Christmas morn when I awake from my dream that we shared
 I will not see the lights from my Christmas tree
 only the glow from the angel who has given me a life and a soul that is free.

 T Reams 12/3/15      I miss you Mom 

 

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

A Christmas snow 


Festive spirits at the faces glow,
Glitter in the eyes and joys flow,
Bells ring, carols sing, chill will stay,
A Christmas snow is on its way !

Pure white to tall trees embrace,
At roofs of houses sways in full grace,
Covering all walkways look so soft,
Children cheerful seen flying aloft !

Everything having been put in array,
Angelic touch that melts it away,
Divine chaste coming from heavens,
Reflecting life's perfect sevens,

Vibrant colours various hues,
And we forget our past blues,
Illuminating hearts are the lights,
Mesmerising charm of the bright,

Falling snowflakes floating in air,
Essence of love catches its flair,
White will sharpen with each sunrise,
A Christmas snow comes as a surprise !





Written December 10th, 2014
For contest 'A Christmas snow' by Gail Angel Doyle

Now for "Any old poem #4" by SKAT A
Awarded 7th place
Now for contest "Any poem #31" by PD A

Now for contest "Your favourite poem contest" by Carol Eastman 

Awarded 1st place


Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014

Details | Kyrielle | |

So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
 
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
                                                               
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”


The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Unicorn

Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Secret of Christmas ALSO see Blog same title

The Secret of Christmas

Who could not wish for Christmas?
For I have been witness with my own eyes
I have felt the humanity and joy raining from the skies
I have traveled back in time, long ago
Into a Maronite church
Listening to the language of Jesus
As the choir sings
Children romp and play
I see man with arms outstretched in humble prayer
Time travel is possible, back to the future of peace

I hear many voices proclaim all that Christmas is NOT
They are all wrong
When you focus on the nots
You see not what is
What is, is love
However expressed
However given
Heavenly peace is felt in the soul
Every single human should feel this joy
Even with a humble messenger of love
Listen first the message

The message you say?
The savior is in us all
Listen to the beating of your own heart
Follow any path you choose
As long as you see the light
The universe will shine bright
The beauty inside of you
Should you open it to the world
Is gods gift
To one and all

Merry Christmas



Hallelujah- Lindsey Stirling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VzprYCxPBQ

Katherine Jenkins - Hallelujah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PwIMQ4sb3A

Katherine Jenkins - Angel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_xdv-VOMcyE

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Christmas Day

Christmas Day 




Sweet past memory,
This Christmas is heavenly,
Future shines with hopes !




Haiku -5/7/5
Written January 7th, 2015
For contest " Christmas- past, present and future " by Kelly Deschler 

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

All the feasts will sing


All the feasts will sing

Let us dance

Let us sing

Let us celebrate

The whole world will dance

The whole world will sing

The whole world will celebrate

Even the feasts will sing
Will dance
Will celebrate

Passover
Christmas
The Prophet's Birthday
Mother's Day
Labor Day
Valentine's Day

All the feasts will sing

All the feasts will dance

All the feasts will celebrate

All the feasts will say

Life is beautiful

Life is a short dream

Let us enjoy it.

Copyright © Naji Almurisi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haibun | |

Christmas Day

The day drags its feet, despite my efforts to speed up its pace. I got up late, so that I could sleep away the morning hours, aiming for a shorter day. Yet it’s only half past ten and I’ve already eaten breakfast and put my dishes in the sink. Glaring at the clock for the umpteenth time, doesn’t help, it just keeps on ticking away; yet I swear that it hasn’t budged since the last time I looked. I already tidied up my room, and picked up last years toys. And I’ve even put some milk and cookies out, hung my stocking up over the fireplace and wrote a note to Santa; yet it’s only noon, now what? What am I going to do for the next eight hours? Why does it always take forever for sleep to come, when Christmas day is the next day?


Cloudy skies explode in puffs of snowy flakes, 
Harbingers of excitement and sweet sugar cakes. 
Ringing bells peal and chime, blessing Jesus’s birthday, 
Icicles hang from the trees in ornate display. 
Santa and his reindeer are coming out tonight 
To deliver gifts to each girl and boy's delight. 
Mommies and daddies are all smiles and hugs of love,
As youngsters eagerly search the skies above. 
Soon night yields to dreams of elves and a flying sleigh,

Drowsy eyes sent to bed to wait the break of day. 
All the months of waiting will soon be at an end, 
Yuletide spirits fill their hearts as fun and faith blend.




One paragraph of prose, followed by a rhyming couplet first letter Acrostic poem, spelling out “Christmas Day”.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Shape | |

Oh Christmas Tree - The Tree Of Life Style

~Oh Christmas Tree~ (Tree of Life) Oh Wondrous Christmas tree! So full of light Up there shining high. Love watching you all time Lighting up all the street,room. Happy faces glowing all around. During Christmas season you bring cheer Jesus is the reason for this season. As we celebrate that Jesus Christ was born, With pretty decorations and beautiful lights. Oh Christmas tree,you are a lovely sight to behold! So beautiful So colorful Bringing smiles With a bright star Gladdening hearts For the King came. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010
November.22.2015 ~Author's Notes: " The Tree of Life" is a poetry style created by Christina R.Jussaume.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic | |

Snowflakes

 S-  Silent
 N-  Nostolgic
 O-  Opalesent
 W-  Winter's harvest
 F-   Fabulous
 L-   Lumminesent
 A-  Arksending
 K-  Kraftingly coledged
 E-  Earth things
 S-  Snowfall
 Snowflakes

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse | |

Silent Night

Amidst their sheep and tranquil calm,
shepherds huddle this silent night.
A hallowed star shines so bright that
its brilliance dominates the sky.
			
Shepherds huddle this silent night,
their eyes drawn to a striking star.
And low and behold, it's moving,
towards the town of Bethlehem.

A hallowed star shines so bright that
they’re compelled to follow it.
And it leads them to a manger,
where a new born babe bathes in light.

Its brilliance dominates the sky,
and man and beast fall to their knees.
For this place, is a holy place,
where Jesus our Savor was born.	



Written Dec.1, 2015 for “Christmas Carols - Poetry Contest”.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Fairy Tale Christmas Dream

I am 
just thinking of you fondly 
Hoping I bring a smile warmed inside 

It is windy I must admit to you 
who bring the sunshine love
Being honest I dream of cuddling up to you

Trying to visualise a feeling 
each time I see you 
my heart stops as you enter

Breathtaking beautiful lights up
I love holding your hands 
I feel they fit with mines perfect

When I look upon your smile 
light of One in a thousand angels 
holding a breathless moment 

Center stage spotlighting
Just In that single second 
my love for you is sealed

Kissed By the beauty 
of having you sweet Cinderalla 
holding the glass slipper in my life

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Shape | |

Christmas Experience

                                                 The Christmas Tree                                                 


                                                     Angels divine


                                                 The many branches


                                            Favorite spruce and pine boughs


                                             Home made popcorn garlands


                                           A beautiful tall evergreen tree


                                       The many bright lights twinkle brightly


                                Spheres of the rainbow coloured balls and pretty bows  


                               The ringing of golden bells on the exquisite tree branches


                         Many home made decorations cookies and candy canes and cakes  


                     The tall nutcracker nearby standing tall beside the beautiful christmas tree



                                                 Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz




Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Where is Linda

Her father’s grave was at the top of a hill overlooking hundreds of other plots with vases full of colorful poinsettias, white carnations, and decorations. Her name was Linda and it was Christmas time. She could see the beautiful arrangements everywhere she turned. The cemetery sat on top of the rolling hills overlooking the street. The backside was lined with large green poplar trees and grass that needed to be mowed. This was a peaceful place she thought to herself. This is how it should be for everyone who is in Heaven.  

She came to visit his grave every Wednesday evening after church. She liked to see the plot at night with the luminaries shining brightly. This time she invited her Aunt Sylvia to join her. It was Sylvia’s brother who was buried there. “See Sylvia”, Linda said, “Isn’t this splendid?” Sylvia replied, “Yes. But, I do not feel comfortable here. You do not know if all these souls went to heaven. And, if they didn’t where are they now?” Linda looked all around and at her father’s beautiful site and said, “With all this beauty, how can there be anything but goodness, here?” Sylvia shivered and responded, “Like I said, not all souls go to Heaven. You need to come during the day.” Linda laughed, “You’re not serious. This is a beautiful place. And, especially at night with all these beautiful colors.” Sylvia quickly responded, “It’s time to leave.” Linda, a little annoyed, said “Alright, alright.” And, they got into Linda’s car, and she drove Sylvia home. Very serious, Sylvia said, “Promise you will only go to the cemetery during the day.” Linda just shook her head.

The following Wednesday evening after church, Linda pulled her car up to her father's plot. She noticed his flowers were missing. So, were his luminaries, and Christmas decorations. She immediately called Sylvia. “Hi, Aunt Sylvia. It’s Linda. Have you been to my dad’s plot? His flowers and decorations are missing?” Sylvia retorted, “No, its evening time and a full moon. You should not be there. You NEED to leave!” Confused, Linda asked, “Why, what’s wrong?” Sylvia screamed, “Look around, are there any other flowers missing?” Linda, slowly turning around, noticed there were no flowers or decorations in her vision. Yelling and afraid, “Aunt Sylvia, there all gone!!! I’m running to my...” And, she was gone. Vanished. Sylvia, still on the phone, “Linda, Linda?"

 Sylvia was right, not all souls go to Heaven.

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

Copyright © HOLLY MOORE | Year Posted 2012

Details | Acrostic | |

Christmas Magic

Christmas is a magical time of year,
happy faces break into smiles of joy,
reveling in celebration and cheer.
In the malls kids ask Santa for a toy,
swearing they've been exceptionally good,
though parents believe they can do better.
Mindful to check his list twice, as he should,
and donning an ugly Christmas sweater,
Santa is anxious to get under way.
	
Magic reindeer fly high above the ground, 
alighting on rooftops with Santa's sleigh,
gliding from house to house without a sound.  
In the hearts of the children fast asleep,  
Christ’s birthday’s one tradition they'll keep.



Written for “Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic - Poetry Contest”.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

Kitty Claus

On a cold, cold night with a touch of snow, a cat wished quietly and sadly for a home.
For a year he’d found nowhere with love to call home. Yes, he’d been, so very, very alone.
He lived under a deserted car now, where his family had lived long ago, for a while.
They were now gone to a new home, and he feared, he couldn’t carry on without them, my dear.
So before going to bed he wished on a star, which appeared ever so brightly above, from far. 
All he wanted from anyone was some food, and to sleep next to a warm, warm fire, too.
As he fell asleep he also wished for a hand to touch his fur, gently and kindly, again.
Then he awoke to a sound he’d heard once before, as Christmas bells had tolled, long ago… He was sure.
That night an old man in red had come from out of nowhere, to take his family a new home, so fair.
Scared by the sleigh and the reindeer he drove, the cat had run away, that I know to be true. 
But not any more would he run away, his legs would no longer take him very far, any way.
He grabbed all his courage and around he snuck, until hiding under a bush nicely tucked.
There before him was a jolly old man with his reindeer and sleigh lined up, yes, again.
The man was dressed in warm, warm clothes, and stopped to lay down a beautiful bowl.
The man then turned away to do business forthright, inside the neighboring house that night.
I swear on my heart that this is ever so true, as the cat crept closer giving curiosity it’s due.
Coming closer he could sense the most wonderful smell, calling him forward, as if under a spell.
The bowl was filled with warm, warm cream, which he licked up fast as if caught in a dream.
Moments later the man came from that house, with a smile and a wink for that dear old cat.
The man in red picked up the bowl with a quiet demand, urging him gently to stroll to his hand.
Now was the dilemma to run, or to stay, but it was the large shining star that decided it all that day.
As he stood before that great big man in red, the star beckoned brightly from behind the man’s head.
The cats’ fears left as the man stayed with a smile and a grin, and a Ho Ho Ho that day, my friend.
He realized here was the home he’d wanted for so long, and had dreamt in his head, where he could belong.
Some how, he knew he’d be safe in that beautiful sled, and warm in that coat the color of red.
He came forward to lick and nuzzle the man, as yes; he was picked up gently, in his hand.
The jolly old man put him snug in his coat, as a red nosed reindeer winked from the front, I must note.
Then the man climbed in and sent forward the sleigh, as the cat curled up to sleep, the rest of the way.

Miracles can happen each day, at the hand of others who are wise and kind, I say.
This jolly old man was right in this deed, and ever so wise to stop and kind to care, you see…
So I’ll let you in on a little secret I know… 
They lived happily ever after, at the North Pole.



Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Terzanelle | |

Christmas Wedding

She walks down snow covered path to the church
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift
She reaches for the door made of clear birch

Stomping her feet she gives her skirt a lift
Entering she takes a look around
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift

The sanctuary quiet not a sound
She imagines all the happy faces
Entering and taking a look around

It would be warmer in other places
Yet it is magical at Christmas time
She imagines all the happy faces

It's kind of funny that both their names rhyme
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
It seems more magical at Christmas time

In less than a week her husband she'll kiss
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
Behind her she closes door made of birch
Down snow covered path away from the church

Written November 12th, 2013
For Shadow's Christmas wedding contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013