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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Elves Snow Party


Away up north where it’s snowing they say
the elves are preparing for Christmas day.
Big elves little elves, busier than bees
All building toys, for under Christmas trees.

Some work with hammers others building bikes,
some riding through the room on brand new trikes.
Tiny elf voices ringing loud and clear,
everyone’s full of love and Christmas cheer.

Suddenly the chatter stops; all are still,
Santa walked in the room with book and quill.
Looking down at his book, Santa Clause stared,
then lifted his eyebrows as he declared,

Today I looked inside my books
and I found that we are ahead,
and thought because you worked so hard 
we shall all go outside instead.
Misses Claus made lots of sweet treats
so let’s all eat and be hearty,
for today here at the North Pole
all elves shall have a snow party.

Quick as a wink the elves they disappeared,
Santa just smiled as he tugged at his beard.
Laughing he watched his little friends scatter
and soon the mountains echoed with laughter.

Snowballs were flying, snowmen taking form,
and hot chocolate kept little elves warm.
They were sledding, skiing, skating all day,
see, elves aren’t simply, all work and no play.



Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.29.2014
Contest: Children’s Christmas or Holiday Tale
1st place


Details | Triolet | |

A Christmas Snow

I wish to see the beauty of a Christmas snow and hear the songs about a holy birth. Along the streets where lights are strung aglow, I wish to see the beauty of the Christmas snow. But most of all, I wish for love to grow in every heart till there is peace on earth. I wish to see the beauty of a Christmas snow and hear the songs about a holy birth.


Details | Villanelle | |

Christmas Snow


On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
the shimmering snow in magical light,
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Innocent faces gleam, old are reborn
as fanciful flakes seem to rise in flight
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.

Powder settles, softening sharpest thorns
as spring’s flowers sleep beneath drifts of white
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Oh, joyous wonder, no past years to mourn!
The hills and trees sparkle like child’s eyes bright,
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.

Our gifts are unwrapped, the day’s all but worn
and festive flakes frolic well into night
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Through frosty pane, we watched peaceful day born
with glistening nature’s brilliance in sight. 
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.


for Gail's Christmas Snow Contest, 11/26/14 


Details | Quatrain | |

A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.






Details | Narrative | |

A Most Irish Fairy Tale - Merry Christmas to All

It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming

Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins 
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . .

Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages 
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows 
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon 

Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant 
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . .

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous 
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children

And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the 
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling 
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . . 

They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like 
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and  
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole 
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory

While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window 
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . .
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim 
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins 

And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of 
The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance 

Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer 
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back 
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness 
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very 
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!! 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)


Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

Nervous as a harried hen, Mom was in a dither Would wedding guests be kept away by December weather? My cheeks so rosy from the sting of howling, bitter winds White lace and pearls, car door opened and a young girl stepped within Fresh mums adorned the altar of “Our Lady by the Sea” Blue bridesmaid angels led the way; John waited lovingly Vows exchanged as God smiled down, crystal kisses danced in air The reception band played merrily, all invited were there Many guests remarked they’d never seen a happier bride At midnight on Christmas Eve John took my hand; we ventured outside Snow drifts piled ‘round the cars, Christmas Nor’ Easter just ending My mate high on love (and champagne), wheels on highway spinning Pulling into a gas station, trying to get a grip Still in my bridal gown as the dipping temperatures nipped The station attendant ran out and smiled, he’d seen us reel But we were laughing and trading places behind the wheel My tipsy spouse in a tux, truly a sight to behold When we reached our new home, I carried HIM o’er the threshold
*For an Angel's contest!


Details | Villanelle | |

A Christmas Snow

Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends;
they plump outside for they've no wish to stay in;
they dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.
 
Boys howl and they whistle and the girls defend
igloos of snow bricks with rosy cheeks and chins,
bundled in goose down like their feathered friends.

Small toddlers fall boom, make angels and pretend
that the snowflakes are food, as their silly faces grin;
they dive in the snow the mundane to transcend.

Snow geese honk and a large flock descends,
roaring with laughter the children rush in,
bundled in goose down like their feathered friends.

Mother lights the Christmas tree on the bend
and Father grabs a scarf and joins the din.
They dive in the snow, the mundane to transcend.

Snowballs zoom, as sisters and brothers contend
even the pooch prances (for of course he is kin).
Bundled in goose down like their feathered friends,
they dive in the snow the mundane to transcend.
 











Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

One Christmas eve, we walked outside, to see the colors glow Along the street, each house was lit, our breaths as white as snow The air was sharp, and the world was white, and flakes were falling 'round We watched it fall, turned off the lights, to crawl between the down We slept a bit, till dawn peeked in, to wake our drowsy eyes Our coffee sipped, now warmed and fit, we took a walk outside The morning chilled, was crystal clear, along the windswept hills The world was white, from snow last night, with views serene and still A hush about, nowhere to rush, at least that’s how it seemed We walked along a frozen stream, as if in slumber's dream The arching sky, surrounded eyes, with a morning star that shined As sun came up to tint the snow, with pink among the pines The birds and deer had reappeared, and all the things that creep Below the hills, the sparkling town, was soon aroused from sleep The world had changed from winter’s blue to soft and ermine white A snow globe world, was all aglow, of winter kissed delight The Christmas lights, of red and green, had shone a rainbow hue upon the snow, that lined the streets, turned on before the sun Our souls refreshed, with frosty breath, we journeyed home in ease Contentment came on silken wings, and the world was filled with peace
_____________________ For Contest: "A Christmas Snow", sponsored by Gail Doyle 4/12/14


Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

Carolers sing in front of a garland draped door In scarf and boot turn, spill grog into snow pour. Approaching our porch with, “Come ye faithful” Open the door and come, let’s adore the merciful. To the smell of chimney smoke add the sight, Of the warm glow from window's light; And there's no question, no question at all, Christmas has surely come with the snowfall! There is subtle sweetness in the sun’s glow As people’s shadows fall on the white snow. Together the flakes form a soft, white blanket That covers everything in sight as if in anklet Barren trees, branches in twig like manner The winter has come with his stern scanner. Look there on the roof how the icicles hang Winter has taken rest from sturm und drang. Then they will go from house to house to greet In the eve, watch nativity plays on the street.
+++ December 6, 2014 Form: Rhyme Dr. Ram Mehta Fourth Place Win Contest: A Christmas Snow by Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

The soft snow flakes fall gently coating
the land which to white is turning.
Trees brushed white stand gleaming
as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting.

A hush settles as people start stirring
emotions high, children in the snow delighting.
Soft and pristine white as the wind sets it flurrying
its touch a whisper as it brushes cheeks now settling.

Magical flakes of pure white glistening and sparkling,
while icicles translucent adorn trees decorating
their branches and trunks with colour reflecting.
The people filled with awe as Jesus they are welcoming.

11/25/2014

contest: A Christmas Snow


Details | Kyrielle | |

Blossoms on the Snow

(A Kyrielle Sonnet)

The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
one Christmas day where one was killed.
Sweet daughter they would not see grow
left crimson blossoms on the snow.

What horror that their girl could be
slain senselessly beneath that tree
where every spring she loved to go
and blossoms fell, but not on snow.

The tree of which she’d grown so fond
dropped pearl white petals on a pond.
Oh, that it still were long ago
before were blossoms on the snow!

The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
like cherry blossoms on the snow.

Andrea Dietrich
For Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever 
Contest sponsored by Constance La France 
~a Rambling Poet~


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 .


Details | Free verse | |

A Christmas Snow

Snowy splendor of white fluffy freshly fallen snow blanketing everything that 
Gets in its way, sparkling like glitter from the illumination descending light
Of the stars, moon, and lights of the street lamp.

Snowman all a glitter in the front yard, with its black top hat, a scarf around its neck,
An orange carrot nose, greeting all visitors. 
Snow settled on the spindly tree branches glisten like arms with finger
 
The homes lit up with different colored Christmas lights on eaves for the holiday spirit, 
A candle lit in the window a beacon for those that are traveling,
A warm welcoming to friends to come in and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, 
Wrapped in a warm quilt, enjoying Christmas stories 
And sit around the inviting fireplace.

A fresh cut blue spruce sits by the window decorated with delicate old glass 
Ornaments handed down, candy canes, toys, children’s handmade ornaments, 
an a star to light up the top of the tree, wrapped with strings of popcorn and 
cranberry garland, homemade cookies and cakes scenting the air

Carolers out in the chill of the winter night, all warm in stocking hats, wool 
Mittens, snow boots, and warm coats singing, 
Deck The Halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. 
Warming people’s hearts 

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

By Eve Roper 12/09/2014


Details | Epic | |

One Winter's Night

I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.

I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.

The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.

What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.

But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.

I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.

A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.

I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.

Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.

Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.

Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!



Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic


Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

               A Christmas Snow
            (Secret Of The Snow)

Majestic ice, coated frozen trees, stand high
Branches flow like magic wands with powdered sighs  
Angels turn pure white at Christmas time in little towns   
So lovely coming down in feathery ice gowns 
While giant houses glow by fire lights
Church spires reach out, praying on the night 
For snow to come on stronger in their flight
Reds, yellows, blues, shimmering what they know
Each snow flake breaks out in celebration but slow                               
Accumulating warmth in a song and dance of winter
Exposing themselves on soft wings that splinter
Crystalline are their smiles on the wires and leaves
Gentle winds open up each gentle angels tumbling fleece
As six wings of ice declare the mystery of Christmas to begin   
Angels can really dance on the head of a pin
Turn pure white; kiss the children on the nose 
Angels are in fact the pure white snow
Each one unique and only children knows the secret

Created on 11/26/14 for “A Christmas Snow”- Poetry Contest


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."


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.”


Details | Free verse | |

The Song of the Christmas Snow

There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow




Details | Classicism | |

Christmas Wishes

I wish I could have a beautiful wife.
With a cheerful smile.
A wonderful heart.
Ready to start a brand new life.
I wish I could have a brand new house.
Which has a cat, a dog, or even a mouse.
I wish our house could have a Christmas Tree.
With lots of pretty lights, and bulbs to see.
I wish I could have a brand new car.
A car I could drive.Very near or very far.
I wish I could have a brand new TV.
Big and wide, with a very large screen.
Full of color and DVD.
I wish I could have a Teddy Bear.
Cozy and cuddly.A bear like me..
I wish I could have a Grandfather Clock.
Ticking by day, and ticking by night.
Only ticking when the time is right.
And I wish there could be a Santa Claus.
Who can deliver my wishes by tomorrow night.

Because Christmas wishes should be for all.
Even myself, standing ten feet tall..

Christmas Wishes Poetry-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..ALL rights reserved..


Details | Free verse | |

Bah, Humbug

Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with 
da Vinci's golden teardrops.

(Impoverished attention-getters)

"I suggest you peruse Alighieri’s 'Inferno' –
it may, at least, promote heat - if not hope!"

(Simpletons)

Frost continues to cloud my spectacles -
thick and relentless
eagerly permeating the glass -
endeavoring to dance
a feverish Fantasia foxtrot
upon the skins of my pupils.

My heavy feet scuffle
past these endearing peasants.
Bleak…frozen…
forgotten Mt. Everest tombstones.
Disgraced outcasts of embarrassment -
smashed against a stark white canvas
hands cut off –

sticking out their parched tongues
begging for alms.
Click and count.

Their fragile bodies so much alive
their dark, hallowed eyes 
so 
much 
dead.

(So be it)

They stealthily huddle alone -
(Hah! I’ve created my own personal oxymoron!)

These gruesome street urchin waifs -
Dumber than a sackful of hammers and
frostier than a Maine Christmas morn,
convulsing and shivering ‘neath lampposts
without snow shoes or socks,

bawling and boo-hooing...
“Clutching weather-worn copies
of James Hilton’s 'Lost Horizon'
and littering the virgin snow
with salty saline discharge –
igniting street corner bonfires
without the faintest hint of smoke."

(Wasteful)

Ah, the glorious damned winter
and that magnificent gray chill in the air.
My arctic thighs carry me home now
where I am safe.
Where I can slam my door
and shut my eyes.

My cavernous domicile
whereas I can privately converse
with Mr. Dickens and Mr. O’Neill
and read “A Christmas Carol”
or “The Iceman Cometh” -
without a snaggle-toothed interruption...
Listen to the haunting strains of L’Inverno
from Vivaldi’s “Le Quattro Staggioni”
and cackle wildly as I burn first editions
of Clement Clark Moore’s
most infamous penning -

pour myself a 
tall glass of ice cubes -
devour a heaping bowl
of vichyssoise -

scarf down a fudgcicle
and just...

turn the air conditioner

ON.


Details | Diamante | |

snow

                                           Snow
                                     chilly, an cold
                              windy, freezing, an white
                           shivering, bitter, an frost bites
                            gloves, long boots, an coats 
                                snowmen, snow fights
                                        it's winter


Details | Clerihew | |

Snowman




Snowman, who ‘s also as white as tissues
Wants to wear Santa Claus' pair of shoes
He sits right on top of two short poles
Down the snow he has his propelling rolls



Dec. 15,2014  6.05am







Ninth Place
Contest: A Christmas Character Clerihew
Judged: 12/19/2014
Sponsor: My fave, Poet Andrea


Details | Triolet | |

A Christmas Snow

A picturesque scene revels in snow
As the snow globe turns skaters whirl
Arm in arm with their handsome beaus

A picturesque scene revels in snow
Lighted houses lined up in rows
Welcome mats 'pon verandas unfurl

A picturesque scene revels in snow
As the snow globe turns skaters whirl  

Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: A Snow Christmas
December 05, 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


Details | Narrative | |

Teaching an Old Dog

All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
 
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel.  Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.

The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.

As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.

“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face.  Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl.  And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.

I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me.  I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth.  They let me walk around the hospital a little.  Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors.  I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up.  I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”

She just stood above me smiling.  I then noticed she was holding my hand.

“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit.  Some people just really don’t like hospitals.  And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them.  So, I like to become their visitor for them.  I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.

She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep.  I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey.  You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”

The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.

Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies.  All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.

After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home.  On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth.  When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”

I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”

The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant.  Elizabeth was no longer with us.

Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.

Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him.  I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.

When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe.  I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while.  I hope you don’t mind.”

He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.


Details | Quatrain | |

If You're Not Here With Me

My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.

On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.

As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.

Pretty, paper packages of red and green, 
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.

I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?




Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley


Details | Verse | |

A Skylark Christmas

At last,
winter has come
tonight

Nightlights
are woven in 
the sky

Skylarks
have flocked to
their nests.

Nestled,
they take rest in 
the trees

Treetops
shelter them from
the chill

Chilled air
rocks them to sleep
again

Against
north wind, comes a 
new snow

Snowflakes
fall gently, on
their dreams

Dreamland
waits for them at
first  light 

Lighter,
are all hearts on
Christmas


______________________________________________________
For the "Mussetle Train Contest:"
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
12/14/14


Details | Free verse | |

THE SNOW BIRD OF PARADISE

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







Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Wishes

                              Snow is falling, covering everything in town 
                     with a shimmering,light, fluffy, white thick blanket of snow

                   Tall, bare, maple trees are lined up on the side of the road
                                         like sentries standing guard

                                  The lamp posts are lighting the streets 
                                    and the clock tower bells are ringing, 
                                        letting everyone know the time  

                                          A horse with a wool blanket,
                                        harnessed with a wood hames, 
                         and blinders keep him focused on what is up ahead, 
                             pulling a farm wagon, being lead my his owner,
                                carrying supplies, is trotting down the road

                               It’s evening, and big brother is pulling a sleigh 
             with his baby sister and brother all dressed in their warmest clothes, 
                           heavy wool coats, hand knitted hats, gloves,
                                         and scarfs around their necks,            
                               wrapped in a warm blanket in the sleigh  

                                              A stray dog in tow

            He stops in front of a window that is decorated with garland, pine-cones, 
             and gold and red Christmas tree ornaments displaying a variety of toys

                                They all stare in wonderment wishing 
                           Santa would bring them some wonderful toys 
                                         A Lionel train set for me, 
                             A red Raido Flyer wagon for my little brother, 
                              And a doll and doll house for my baby sister.

By Eve Roper 11/25/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

Morning dawns with a touch of a chill
Touching naked feet with a thrill
Open the blinds and look outside
Realizing you might stay at the hearthside

Shimmering snowflakes fall to the earth
Whispering glimpses of angel’s birth
Reminding the heart to always find joy
In the simple things like a shiny new toy

The world is recreated from gray and dismal
To a winter wonderland of all that is cheerful
Snow so pure white and bright that it glistens
Filling the entire world with a ear that listens

The silence of the moments sends up a prayer
Filling the moment with a peaceful affair
Instilling in the heart a sense of pure hope
That slides down from the freezing slope

Christmas morning, for this year’s holiday
Has prompted us to celebrate this birthday
With reassurance that a snowy ground
Sends joy, peace and love all around!!! 



*A Christmas Snow* - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Angel Doyle