The heaven is full of stars on a winter night
The moon shining so bright and lovely
Angels sing their song as beautifully as only angels can
They come down on earth to spread joy, pleasure and happiness
All the children in town and country
waiting in suspense for a special man
He is coming soon .... please be patient little child
Santa Claus has already decorated his red sled so nice
The moon is big and shining so bright and lovely
The heavens full of sparkling stars on a winter night
It is Christmas night on our earth
* The wish is old and yet so real.
A peaceful Christmas I wish for you !
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
Note-Barlinnie Prison-is meant to be one of Britains toughest prisons.However,times
are changing and many impoverished criminals see it as a roof over their head with
no need to worry about where the next meal is coming from.
It's Christmas at Barlinnie but Jimmys free now on the streets.
He's homeless and bedraggled and ignored by friends he meets.
Its Christmas at Barlinnie,all the cons are getting fed.
Three course lunch,tea and mints,full breakfast and fried bread.
Jimmys in and out of jail,a life full of crime and sin.
Less money in his pocket now recession is kicking in.
With no aspirations,a convict, thief and liar.
His family have dis-owned him, all their dreams now lie in tatters.
As mollycoddled prisoners,tuck into their Christmas treats.
Jimmy's bones begin to freeze,it's minus fiveteen on the street.
As mollycoddled prisoners,feast on a turkey steak.
Jimmy's bellies empty,there is no food there on his plate.
Distant moon in observation,Jimmy sleeps in cardboard box.
Drunken revellers,slamming shutters,smell of hot-dogs,hungry fox.
Fearful moon now glaring,as the night turns into day.
Jimmy's dreaming of Barlinnie,who says that crime doesn't pay.
Copyright © William Willis | Year Posted 2011
It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standards. I had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape Town. I had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocket. On the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas season. A few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the Ritz. I chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the Ritz. Then reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solution. I could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of advice. My daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashion. Later that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flat. I gladly accepted. She is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.
screeching seagulls dive
at sushi scraps on a plate -
the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrived. It was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departures. At the airport everything was in chaos. We were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelled. This was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticket. Some people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier).
I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to London. If I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted it. Arriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the day. This I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season. To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed them. I phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the garden. It was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty. I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
between moon flowers -
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. Sleepily I took the call. It was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven am. My friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teeth. I offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time.
The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinations. Heathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morning. We were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew member. We were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished to. By the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among us. A radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airport. It was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories.
steep steps to flat
shut out the bitter world -
a heart pounds
*The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solstice. It was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia.
"bitter" means piercingly cold..... A term commonly used by Britishers...
"flat" means apartment. The Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or article. Please see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku.
Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013
Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light
I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.
In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…
Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2013
Eve rainy night
Offers a great sight
As hide and seek
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
The snowflakes falling through the air
Were leaving sparkles on her hair
The moon shone down, she moved with grace
But all he could see was her angel face
They strolled along, side by side
Down a white powdery path, he held her hand with pride
This beautiful girl he loved so dear
Was just one more reason for his Christmas cheer
There were so many things we wanted to say
But her angel smile always got in the way
It was beautiful, sparkling, dazzling and bright
And his heart overflowed on this Christmas night
Then there with the moon shining down from above
He got down on one knee and promised his love
She answered with a smile and tears on her face
With a dream of tomorrow and true love's embrace
Copyright © Bethany St John | Year Posted 2012
Cold Moon on Christmas of 2015
Each year Christmas comes and goes
To wish, to adore, to soothe or console
every kith n kin or friends and foes
with all warmth in heart and soul.
With all warmth in heart and soul
Meet and greet and bestow care and love.
Sing soft sweet Christmas Carol
On Christmas Eve glance once up above.
On Christmas Eve glance once up above.
Charming blessing of this Century is coming soon.
See Full Moon dazzling as brightest bulb,
special gift on Christmas Eve, termed ‘Cold Moon’.
Special gift on Christmas Eve, termed'Cold Moon'
spread romantic aroma on song in chorus.
I remember my lost love in touchy tune
of the song we both sang on last Christmas.
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Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015
Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl's night-wise Medicine,
deep sultry listening,
wide empathic languages and iconic myths
of syntax flowing metaparadigms,
we reach across Full Moon labyrinth
to ego die as eco-diastatic pleasure
in contented Presence
within as without,
struggling with letting go of anger
for our ignorance.
Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon's co-messianic birth.
To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding and refolding incarnation's timeless eco-synergy,
timeless Being Present
as ReGenerative Issue
of ProGenitor Full Moose Moon Medicine,
HumaneSelf as SacredOther poly-empathic esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.
Silent nights for lack of echoing resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
as purgation's Advent waiting
opens sublime ecotherapy of Earth Rights and Wrongs
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from Heaven and Earth Co-Present
hours and days and seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and deepest co-arising Presence,
smiling with coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving co-gravitating humor
in love as life spread wild as moonlight
on this CoElational Eve.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Jimmie’s dad was bent and wise, a man that life had rode by—
But Jim still recalled his words when he would laugh and half cry:
“Life’s a fragile balance between honor and what’s true—
A rare, livin’ miracle like a winter moon that’s blue.”
Jimmie started busting sheep when he was only six—
His dad taught him to ride and shoot, and do those fancy tricks.
He grew long and lean on that ranch and helped with the chores—
And rode the broncs and young bulls then, keeping track of his scores.
His name was Jimmie Moon, but his friends just called “Blue”—
‘Cause kids like him were few and far and his heart was strong and true.
He had wisdom beyond his years – he had seen the light—
He never did the easy thing; he did the thing that’s right.
It came as no surprise; he married a girl named Liz
Folks knew was large with child that was another man’s, not his.
But that was fine with Blue and he still followed his star—
Ranching now part-time and riding bulls in the PBR.
“It’s not like the ol’ days,” smiled his dad, not being funny—
“Then bull ridin’ was for buckles – now you’re talkin’ money!”
But just as Jimmie Blue Moon was on the edge of fame—
September 11th happened and stirred within a flame.
Though his family begged him not to sign and go away—
He enlisted in the Army just the very next day.
Sure enough, his service to a cause became a fact
And he was sent far off to war in a place called Iraq.
Then months and years rolled by as Blue only rode iron tanks—
Never forgetting his wife and child, for which he gave thanks.
Then came a Christmas season when Blue’s ranch was deep with snow—
A knock on the door brought news Blue’s wife did not want to know.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
But she would not even read it – she knew what lay within—
A red rage toward her country now the fire that was her friend.
Yet just a few days later on a now black Christmas Eve—
Another knock was heard from a cowboy come home on leave.
And Jim Blue Moon stood on the porch with presents in one arm,
A proof against dark forces wishing all of us great harm.
He said like Twain, news of his death was exaggerated—
And with smiles his wife helped him in, and they celebrated.
Yet in the haze of happiness and all her loving care,
Only now did Liz realize Blue’s left arm was not there.
But snatching life from death’s dark rider is a precious thing,
And nothing could dispel the joy their reunion would bring.
Then came the new Christmas day, which now seemed so clear and bright—
Yet Blue held back - flexed his cold metal arm in morning light.
“I wonder if it was worth it?” Blue mumbled at the sight—
But Liz nodded and said: “Yes, you did the thing that was right.”
Then they slowly opened presents - three united again—
Later dad and mom came over, and each rodeo friend.
“PBR’s done,” dad whispered in a voice like from the grave—
“Heck no!” Blue then replied, “I just lost the arm that I wave!”
Sure enough, with prosthetic arm, Blue rode the bulls once more—
Till he volunteered to go back to that faraway shore.
Alone, Jim’s wife held their child and the inner one so new—
As a full, pale Christmas moon rose and slowly turned to blue.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
its has a gloon
that only show
its in the air
you can hear
from the dooms
CHRISTMAS ON THE MOON
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011