Christmas Science Poems | Christmas Poems About Science
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I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays too,
As there are different celebrations… some for me and some for you.
And as we look to the sky on Christmas night
We may see Santa's sleigh dashing in flight,
But there are other objects falling to earth
Some believe started life or created its birth.
It's these black stones we hold in our hands
and put on our shelves and display on our stands,
That have an attraction one cannot explain
To desire, collect, study the minerals they contain.
So if you wish for one in your stocking, or under the tree
Just remember, the best gift of all…
are your friends and your family.
By: Greg Stanley
Submitted into the:
“Being Happy” Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
More than two hundred million miles from home,
the Discovery mission continues to roam.
Dr. Frank Poole and I are as well as can be.
Our computer friend named “Hal” provides security.
The remaining three are still in suspended animation.
We’re on a steady course to Jupiter, our destination.
Here is a holiday greeting to our earth-based station:
Share in joy and love, all the nations of the earth.
This season, may you be filled with merriment and mirth.
Based on the novel “2001, A Space Odyssey” by the late Arthur C. Clarke
Cherish the new born king
Hark the herald and
Ring the toll bells
It's Christmas time again and
Santa is on his way as the
Tinsel is strewn and mistletoes are hung
Mama got caught once again
Alone kissing a guy dressed in red
So I dashed to my window and through open the shutters
Looking upon the roof
Over and over again I somehow now
Vow to remain true in
Even believing in this little Christmas tale of a hymn
Merry Christmas To All Soupers And Staff
Love Kathy And Jenny
Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Christmas Love Acrostic Contest
I'm dreaming of one.
Icy winds,downward trend of
Snow falling. Come true.
Differences make strang bedfellows ewe listen to the mee old bean old bean
rhymes with caviar behind the bar the windows closed the lights are low no one
is bandying about the place just mee and ewe and no disgrace in love and
kisses sweeter two of them are mine one of them for ewe so sweetly planted by
the ewe on hands so roughened by the tasks of mee and used just to survive for
ewe the one eye have for ewe is Christmas wine so sweetly given and will last a
Christmas missing as eye rhyme a thought for ewe
Green Bean Old Bean Old Man
Lima Bean Young Bean Old Woman
Can beans Gone Beans Young Love
Love Beans Kiss Beans We Beans
Heart Beans Heart Beans Love
This is Christmas Poem for my Flower done.
When the eye gets rich and famous and receives his next million dollars charlax
the third will remove all the ads from the internet eye will pay everyone not to
advertise them before Christmas time or after Christmas time begins. When
commercials are done they will forget Santa's clause at the end. There will be
more patriotic ads Just imagine a moonlight nite fit for a ride on a horsey. The
axe deodorant can is sitting in the window of the tower. One if by land two if by the
sea and instead of two lanterns burning to warn people the boats was coming
Paul Revere rode to a midnite rendezvous with two minions and flirts spraying
his axe around them quite gleefully having the fun of his lifetime yearning for his
freedom. The axe people take note the tri-cornered hat could be tri-colored at that
and the oversize axe can says PR on the label please get the idea on the table
and let Santa go home until Christmas come we need no axe can with SC on the
label let Santa alone until Dec 23 and then let him sleep on Dec 26 at his home
the North Pole.
I do not know?
The Himalaya’s melting.
What’s happening to the Earth?
Have we got time to celebrate
An ancient baby’s birth?
The sea-birds have stopped breeding.
The Gulf stream’s running cold.
The deserts are expanding,
While more SUVs are sold.
The 747s are pumping
Their greenhouse gassy fumes;
Will the passengers’ grandchildren
Go early to their tombs?
Did the shepherds run to worship
At the stable with the ass
Expecting that the earth would melt
Like Greenland’s icy mass?
It’s one thing to be sinners
And have one’s sins forgiven
By a crucified Israeli
Who then returned to heaven,
It’s another to destroy the gift
He did his best to save.
The Earth’s not just for Christmas:
Let’s keep it from a sweltering,
Parched, unnecessary grave.