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Details | Blank verse | |

Christmas Past

Christmas Past A time I still remember, Christmas day In 'fifty-three…I was age fourteen then… And I recall those very special hours At home, so cozy, warm, with family Of many generations, happily Around the sparkling tree, with old-time trim Of bubble lights, glass balls…and Christmas songs Playing softly on the record player. Extended family…my mom and dad Grandparents, brother, cousins, uncles, aunts… Spent happy hours…and such a blessed time Was shared as peace and love were felt by all. It was perhaps the only year we were Together in one place for Christmas day. I keep that time of family delight In memories that fill my heart…for some There on that day, so special in my thoughts, Are dearly missed, no longer here with us… They fly with angel wings, look down from high Above in Christmas past, with joy and love… As I…once the youngest, now the oldest Generation…carry on that spirit And make traditions last…to someday be My children and grandchildren’s Christmas past. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Contest: Any Poem Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 12/21/2015 ----------------------------------------------------------- ~1st Place~ Christmas Past, Present or Future Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Judged: 01/09/2015 Form: Blank Verse: Unrhymed, 10 syllables, 5 feet per line

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

WHITE CHRISTMAS

My thoughts drift back to my childhood days Of so many years ago All the family gathered by a roaring fire Whilst outside glistens with sparkling snow We had such fun making snow angels and snowmen Our little frozen fingers and rosy faces were aglow Memories of Christmas now firmly in the past I look back on happy days of so long ago Our Christmas tree was draped with tiny twinkling lights, Bright baubles, tinsel and candy canes just for our delight Oh how the years have flown by so fast Sadly, like the snowflakes our childhood days don’t last I scan the list of Christmas cards that I’ve got to write Each year it grows shorter, with loved ones we now miss I dream of turning back the clock and returning to the past My memories of Christmas are ones I hope will always last Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Contest: Christmas Carols Song Chosen - White Christmas 12~03~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose | |

Christmas Memory

Cardboard boxes, full of surprises; celebratory treasures rest, beneath the evergreen branches; stacks of color. Bellies smiling, hiding delectable, culinary delights. My child-heart swells with joy, while palates dance a waltz. Emotion rides on clouds of serotonin. Christmas builds another miraculous memory and the old year, ends with elation. My taste buds are sent sailing on a warm sea, of cocoa and cinnamon spice.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS

My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had It has been the most challenging year for me But with amazing support I remain pretty happy I don’t want to dwell on events that have past My memories of the year 2015 will always last I want to leave the year on a humourous note With a true tale of a gift that didn’t get my vote! Mum and I went out to a local church fete It’s very well attended and the raffle is great We perused all the stalls and brought a few things I got some lemon cake and some brand new earrings The raffle stall bulged with wonderful prizes With boxes that ranged in all shapes and sizes One pretty white gift box really caught my eye Four ‘Dior’ perfume miniatures for a lady to try We brought some tickets then sat and drank tea I said to mum, I’ve seen just the prize for me The raffle got drawn and mum’s ticket was pulled out I collected the prize of Dior perfume without a doubt Mum told me I could have it as a Christmas gift I was overjoyed and it gave my heart a huge lift The gift box was placed under our little tree Its pretty gold ribbon was there for all to see I didn’t open the box on Christmas Day Until Boxing Day the pretty box did stay We were going out to friends later that night I thought my new perfume would be just right Taking the pretty white box from under the tree I pondered which scent would be perfect for me Upon lifting the lid of the perfume box I returned to the school of hard knocks To my consternation and my deep chagrin There was a void where the perfume once had been An empty box was my only present from my mum My gift is that I still have mum, so my poem is done. This is a true story - someone had put an empty box as a raffle prize! Contest: My abiding Memory Sponsor: Viv Wigley 9th January 2016

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monorhyme | |

A Christmas memory

 
Reflecting back on days everything was pristine white snow falling on a holy day filled us with sheer delight Today the land and trees are bare - nothing in sight only the moon and stars luminous on a freezing night 24 November 2015 The Silent One For the contest, A Christmas Memory, sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
       It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget.
Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit.
       I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.
Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.
       I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable.
You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together.
       I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever.
You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel.
       This candle along with your memory helps me to heal.
It's kinda like you're right here with me.
       I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.
Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.
       Inside my heart resides your eternal flame.



*I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen.....
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2009

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 | Couplet | |

CHILDHOOD MEMORY OF SANTA


It’s the night before Christmas, still I am annoyed Visions of North Pole, now crumpled and foiled While youngsters prepare for deer bells to ring Above moon-filled sky, voices caroling. Fireplace adorned with trimmings on Yule rug Awaiting Ole Claus to sneak by... humbug! Wishes for red bike never came last year My card he ignored, did it disappear? Now,I wonder if you really exist My eyes smolder as I’m not on the list; Even Mama dances by the flames so proud Repeating your name like a tune, aloud. “Dear Santa, I doubt the speed of your ride How can you bring presents in hours, worldwide My, is this St. Nick a fantasy’s weave?” Then note falls,“like love, you have to believe!” In a dash, my bike turns up to my delight, Jingles fade out, “Ho, ho, ho; bless this night! Contest: Story Poem about Santa Claus For Carol Eastman

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

My Memories Of Christmas

Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.

Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.

Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.

Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.

My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.

My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.





December 12th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Christmas Past

It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that 
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t 
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping 
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we 
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift. 
Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree, 
ones from our grandparents and of course mom
and dad. But that one, the one you wished for 
was never knitted socks or mitts or anything
you wear, it was something special like 
a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts 
came to me. We always visited relatives and 
good friends and I remember taking it with me.
I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own 
transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to 
the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my 
hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old 
girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night 
every time the announcer said his name. Many 
Christmases have come and gone since then, but
the memories of that radio with an antenna and 
two turning knobs I will never forget.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.30.2014
Contest: Hush of Christmas Past
1st

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry | |

Christmas Dinner

A most festive time of year
I surely can not wait
The anticipation is so great
I smell the turkey in the oven
The Christmas lights shining bright
Snow is falling
A blanket of angelic white
Christmas carols warming all our merry souls

Christmas cheer a plenty
Plum pudding all ready for the feast
Children running here and there, too a fro
Grandma kissing grandpa under the mistletoe
Aunts and Uncles, neighbors and friends
Nephews, nieces, cousins like elf’s dancing around the tree

Mum rings the Christmas bells
Dinner is finally ready
Christmas hats, crackers and wine
Stuffing to die for
I take my seat, for this festive meal
Surrounded
By these memories

I turn on the radio for company
I lift the foil off of the TV Dinner
Merry Christmas to the past
Humbug



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

My Darkest Childhood Memory-w

( This is a fictional write)


I was a short skinny seven year old boy growing in a town
Believed in fantasies of scary boogie to jolly old red man.
When dad took to see Santa, was worried about naughty list.
On Christmas Eve I went to bed early full with excitement.

Then heard a strange sound coming from the living room
Saw parents carrying toys placing them under the tree.
Returned to bed and where I silently cried myself to sleep.
As if was not enough heard the voices of parents fighting.

Saw Christmas tree torn, toys scattered and dad leaving.
Felt rejection, loneliness, physical and emotional abuse
It was awful and bitterly engrained still in my memory.
When the troubles come, come not single but in battalion.

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Sixth place win in:
Contest: My darkest childhood Memory sponsored by Walayee Whitlock

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

St Stephen's Day

All year you were doing it

And refused to tell me why.

Each coin given in change

Was dropped into the empty coffee can

And by July, another can was needed.

December brought the Christmas tree

That you decorated with care

And when I asked what gift you wanted

You were annoyed

“We’re not buying anything,” you announced

With that special tone of finality.

Christmas night we sat together

Under blankets on the sofa

And you were happy

And I was lost in awe.

On December 26 you leapt from bed

And shook me awake.

“It’s Saint Stephen’s Day!” you proclaimed

Playfully poking your finger into my side

“Saint who?” I asked.

So all the coins were poured from the cans,

Counted and divided into packages

Of equal amounts before you pulled me

Onto the streets and into dismal alleys

“This is Charlotte,” you told me 

And gave her one of the packaged coins.

“This is Thomas,” you later said

And presented him with another of the packages.

You knew all of their names 

And I couldn’t understand how

These residents of alleys and park benches and bushes

Were known to you like old friends

I even noticed that Thomas was wearing 

That sweater I was missing from the closet

“In Italy,” you told me, holding my face

Within your hands.

“St. Stephen’s Day is a time of giving.

Isn’t it wonderful?”

And in that moment I didn’t know

If the day was wonderful

I only knew that you were.

Copyright © DAVID ELLSWORTH | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative | |

--A CHRISTMAS MEMORY--

--A CHRISTMAS MEMORY-- Twelfth midnight, big bell in the Church nearby singing Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! Floating Christmas carols and cheers bubble to plague warmth the freezing air! Old and young wearing wide winsome smiles, they hug and kiss in delight, while I in my scrub-suit is calling! Calling the father of the newborn, I am holding! _______________________________________________________________________ ~A Christmas Memory - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings~ __Olive Eloisa Guillermo__ November 25, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry | |

I won't be Home For Xmas

I won't be home
not For Christmas
nor for funerals
not for birthdays
Wanted to never see you
on those days so hard to get through.

When you abandoned the sweetness
and chased your dream into the alley
When you thought it best to see me cry

When your mind changed with the direction of the wind 
I stood there with spit on my finger tips...
holding my hand in the air,Waiting for the winds of hope
to blow your love and loyalty in my direction

Home is a strange city
where no one knows me.
where no one will invite me to sit across the table
and try to smile as I play with my stuffing on china with flowers
As I remember the children laughing and opening gifts.
I remember the long silent ride back to our house.

I think back when I got on my knees
before climbing into our cold bed 
The prayers just uttered coming back void.
Ask God to just let you touch me again
I needed your body-heat to keep warm.
I needed your support to continue on 
for the sake of the commitment.

For the sake of waiting for love to remind you
Even if pity could hold you there..
I would not be ashamed of what you sacrificed
When love had given birth to pity-
I would have held on without pride.

Now I never want to come back to that town.
Where no one cares that you don't love me.
I am in remission.
Alone but it's OK.
Please tell our future to visit me. 
On the seashores. 
The sun warms me in
my new home 
where no one knows me.
All my old friends are 
dead and dying.So...

I won't be home
not For Christmas
nor for funerals
not for birthdays
Wanted to never see you
on those days so hard to get through.

Just my spirit and the ocean.
and one day tell our grandchildren
Grandma will be here walking;
With one finger in the air moistened with spit.
to see which way the wind blows.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

A Christmas Memory



Comes the darkness on a graveyard, my lost child,

As winter’s tree bows from its iced arc, quivering

On last year's farewell of our young joy, of revelry;

Till arms drift … meeting your crystal star above.




Written 11/25/2015
For the Contest, A Christmas Memory
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
~ Inspiration from my sister’s experience;
I was the godmother of her son~

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism | |

The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Dinner Memory

Listening to the roosters crow brings thoughts
Memories of when I was very young
There was a rooster who wasn't store-bought
He had strong masculine traits and strong lungs

He would loudly crow, strut, and fight the best
The day he flew at me and tried to spur
Was the day his name became the fowl pest
On Christmas Eve he met his fate_ yes, sir
  
'Pon that fated day he crowed his last crow
His fancy strutt in the pot mom did stir
The feet, the neck, tips of wings she did throw
When those were done, dumplings she did transfer

The meal was done and all sat down to eat
Mom passed the dumplings around and served me
In the dumplings on my plate landed his feet
Laughter around the table showed our esprit


Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Christmas Dinner With Humor
Completed 12/17/12
Minimum 12 lines
Christmas day the rest was boiled and dressing made...
Rhyme

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cinqku | |

Sequence


Christmas memories lost in frail mind. His family are strangers - eyes blank. Boyish thoughts of yore, Grandpa pretends, returns hugs with anxious smile – lonely.
for Dr. Ram's Cinqku Contest, 11/9/2014

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

Details | Monoku | |

CHRISTMAS FAIRYTALE


once upon a Christmastime dazzling across my memory




Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

A Christmas Memory

Woke Christmas morn at our grandparents’ house
where as a treat we siblings spent the night.
Back home we went and found a big surprise:
a new born girl – a sight of pure delight!

---------------------------------------
Paul Callus ~ 26th November 2015
Contest: A Christmas Memory
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 3rd

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Last Christmas

As I gaze, into a child's eyes
I see the joys of Christmas past
I see the hope that used to be
Wonderful to be so young and free
A child's eyes, all bright with wonder
At Santa s promise of xmas plunder

Singing carols, under mistle toe
Rum eggnog kisses, make our cheeks so glow
Snowballs and sleds, all of winters fun
Turkey stuffing, cranberries and rum
Glad tidings given to young and old
May god bless for sins untold

The angels dancing in the sky
Now its time to say good bye
This Christmas carol has come to end
For I will soon be far away
Watching over infants play
Heavenly bliss is mine eternal

The young will grow, and dance and sing
The cycle continues, on angel wings
They will travel down St Nicks road
And hear stories from the old
For laughter will be, the days only menu
As life unfolds, one and all say adieu

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Memories await

twinkle of color
memories adorn each branch
stares await new ones

Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

CHRISTMAS CAT-ASTROPHE

It was such a pity When our cute little kitty Climbed up the Christmas tree She struggles and fights With baubles and lights The destruction is clear to see Our poor Douglas pine No longer looks fine Its branches all battered and torn The tinsel and glitter On the floor they now litter The tree looks so sad and forlorn When no one can see Kitty heads down the tree Then she leaps onto the floor She has such a caper With the wrapping paper Wreaks havoc with presents galore I arrive home from work Oh I feel such a jerk That kitty was left alone in the house The one present untouched Was for a kitty we loved … A furry clockwork toy mouse Memories of so long ago To my pen they now flow For kitty is long since passed Christmas time for me Just a sweet memory And our tree is no longer trashed! Fictional write Contest: Cats and Christmas Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman 11~12~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy | |

A Christmas Memory



A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.


For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza

Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Seven

Kriss Kringle galore-
The sanctity of Christmas,
And blissful New Year.



Kriss Kringle: Germans word for 'Santa Claus' or 'Father Christmas',
 as being called in some parts of the world.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

A CHRISTMAS MEMORY

Last year our festive table was set for four We raised a glass of wine to toast the future Memories of my father who we did adore For this year you share your meal with your Lord Contest: A Christmas Memory Sponsor: Broken Wings Jan Allison 22nd November 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays, a candle is continuously lit.

It is to your memory to let you know that I’ll never forget..

 

I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.

Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.

You would be proud of me, because eventually I pulled myself together.

I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn’t be here forever.

You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel!

 

This candle, along with your memory helps me to heal.

It’s kinda like you’re right here with me.

I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.

Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.

 

Inside my heart resides your eternal flame!!

 

Note:  For Billie Jean Alexander-Lopez...RIP - May 1, 1937- July 26, 2007


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011

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

Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas memory

Bright pink Apollo Candy bike
her smile as wide as handlebars
with new found freedom my young tyke
laughed as she tried to race the cars


Viv Wigley
25th November 2015

For contest 'A Christmas memory', sponsored by Broken Wings

Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015