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Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing


to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda

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Mysterious Ways: A True Christmas Story

A true story, based on family oral tradition
from the oldest part of the city of Bern,
capitol of Switzerland, where my mother was
born and raised, in the Nydegghoff)

He lighted the candle with a quivering hand,
his overcoat seeming to weigh down the old man.
He paused in the aisle to genuflect,
and wondered if God knew his heart was a wreck.

He found a pew and got to his knees,
hands clasped together, he sent out his pleas.
He is old and he's tired, now he's alone,
his wife died last Spring, now his house wasn't home.

They'd been blessed with one son, he'd died in the war,
and now there was nothing for him to live for.
He prayed until his knee pain was great,
then sat back in the pew and tried not to shake.

The cathedral was beautiful; he loved the stained glass,
but, oh, they brought memories of Sundays past.
How could he make it through Christmas alone
in a house that was empty, no longer a home?

The kitchen was silent and cold as a tomb,
but her scent lingered on in their modest bedroom.
He said one last prayer, then rose to his feet,
genuflecting again, he went out on the street.

He walked home near blindly, not even aware
of the snow that was landing on his shoulders and hair.
He was cold inside, his heart like a stone,
and he felt completely and utterly alone.

He turned down his street, saw his porch light's glow,
and only then realized it had started to snow.
He opened his gate, thought of making some soup,
but froze in his tracks at the sight on the stoop.

On his porch sat a basket, the old wicker kind,
he thought for a moment, he was losing his mind.
Inside the basket that sat on his mat,
were three tiny kittens and one momma cat.

What a pitiful sight, so cold and so thin,
he scooped up the basket and hurried them in.
He found some canned tuna and warmed up some milk,
gently petting the babies, whose fur was like silk.

He never discovered who left those cats there,
but, as his love grew, he no longer cared.
His wife had loved cats and this comforted him,
as they slept on his head, or tucked under his chin.

The kittens grew quickly, as they're wont to do,
amused by their antics, his love grew and grew.
There was laughter and joy 'til the end of his days,
for God works, as you know, in mysterious ways.

Copyright © Danielle White

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Christmas Love You

You know we’ve been married for many years
And sometimes I forget the words you want to hear
It’s not that I don’t, cause you know that I do
So at this special Christmas, let me say I love you

I try every way just to remember to say
I love only you on each and every day
It doesn’t take much to utter these words
So why do I forget, it seems so absurd

Cause I take it for granted that you know
Let the look in my eyes tell you I love you so
But I will try harder in the years ahead
To tell you I love you, let it resound in your head 

So jingle bells and ho, ho, ho
You see in my heart there’s a place that’s aglow
With all the love this Christmas has brought
Which taught me to say I love you in word, deed and thought 

Copyright © Owen Yeates

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tired of me

am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i see a different side of you
after one problem we're though, we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me

am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different. 
you dont understand me.  you dont even care!

am i all that you wanted 
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i see a different side or you
after one problem we're through.  we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go farther and farther away
you're tired of me

you're listenin to lies
and to my surprise. you believe the words they spit in your eyes.
what did i do, to get this from you?
you never even asked me if it was true!
why do you do this to me?

am i all that you wanted 
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i guess love doesnt live here anymore
im fallin and dont know what to do
im tired of the mess, but i dont wanna live without you!
what do you want me to do?
or is it true....
                         you're tired of me

you used to love me
now you doubt me
you used to trust me
now you fear me
you were just like me
now we're different
you dont understand me.  you dont even care!

am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
youre tired of me

Copyright © rolanda smith

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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps

Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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20 November 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa

It’s been four years, away from my sweet home during Christmas day
Where I should share the family tradition at twelve and to cheer
To fix my webcam and headphone, and come what may
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

My wife and son displaying a warmth in their smile, reaching hands
With sluggish movements and static sound, trying to project it clear
At the peak of use of internet, bandwidth traffic,  I tried to withstand
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

My wife with hand-held webcam tried to rotate to tour me inside
They have fixed old Christmas tree and angels as pendant for a bright nightwear
At the base, a glimpse of wrapped gifts with laces soon to be untied
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

I can hear voices of children doing their caroling
Barking dogs seem would like to join as their backup singer
My wife whispered to my son, ‘please give these coins as a sign for thanking’ 
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

The threshold of a doorway, visitors do come and bringing gifts
The elders incite parlor games with special gifts and cash to stir
Only happened after family went to a midnight mass for spiritual uplift
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

A portrait of the Holy Family on the first Christmas eve
Within that stable, baby Jesus was lying in a manger
On Christmas eve, Jesus will visit every home and this is to believe
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

5TH place in "HOLIDAY HOME" contest 
Contest Date:  12/16/2010    
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.  

Copyright © Noel Villarosa

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All I Want For Christmas - ADULTS ONLY

All I want for Christmas
Is for her to fall back in lust with me
Give her the desire to unzip my pants
The way it used to be

Reignite her libido
Put passion back in her heart
Make her once more crazy
For my naughty part

All I want for Christmas
I know it sounds insane
But give to me a wife once more
Who wants my candy cane

Remove all her excuses
Take the stress out of her life
Do everything you need to do for her
To restore my horny wife

She says she no longer feels sexy
Perhaps that is my fault
But the infatuation I have for her naked body
I know I never lost

So if you could do this for me Santa
I promise I will be good
If you could make my wife ask for me
To give her a little wood

Copyright © Joe Flach

Details | Senryu | |

A Christmas Story - Leg Display

a sexy leg lamp
perched in the window lit up
his eyes, her anger


Copyright © Black Eyed Susan

Details | I do not know? | |


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

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Christmas Past

Christmas past       

We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me

So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see

Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound

Year after year on Christmas morning 
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away

With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I 

Now since its just me 
No more do I need a Christmas tree

My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree 

Copyright © Michael Gelb

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This Card

I bought you this card for Christmas day
So that I could write the words that say
How much I love you each passing year
Now in my eye there is a tear

I realised this card is to small
For me to write in and tell all
That your love means to me
What will I need to write so all can see

Perhaps the sky could hold the words
No not likely that’s just absurd
Maybe the universe could hold my sonnet
Then again too small to write upon it

So what will I use to show
How deep my love for you does go
This card I fear will have to do
To write three words, I Love You

Copyright © Owen Yeates

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Christmas Lights

Christmas Lights

My son lives in Florida with his spouse 
I was visiting them at their house 

On my last day in the warm sunlight 
He was outside hanging a Christmas light 

I walked outside and my eyes started to tear
Because my wife is no longer hear

I always disliked hanging Christmas lights
Early comes the winter days and nights

My wife would always give me directions 
On how to hang the decorations 

I now miss hearing my wife say
No don’t do it that way 

I didn’t always take her advice
To hear her now would really be nice

Copyright © Michael Gelb

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Real house wife at Christmas

       Real house wife at Christmas 
Another Christmas is around the 
Here she goes with her plans again
The saving all those while
  now speaks
As boxes of gifts keep showing up
Oh Adele 

Real house wife at Christmas 
Adele is a wife
A working class lady
Adele Cook not but only 
At Christmas 
As one is around the corner
Hmmmm......, happy he hope 
To enjoy a real house wife 
For a day 

Real house wife at Christmas
Like every Xmas 
The house is all clean
The Christmas decorations 
is at it best
As Christmas tree
Is surrounded by gifts
All done by Adele 
she cooks in kitchen
While her husband and kids 
just sit and watch movies
She want it so at Christmas 
He must do nothing but enjoy
The day was Adele goal all Christmas 
Oh Adele 
A real wife at Christmas 

Real house wife at Christmas
Is another Xmas to come 
Now she preparing for the 
Day again 
When all it take to make Christmas
A Wonderful one 
is done only by her
No house help on Christmas
No cleaners on adele Christmas 
No babysitter 
All done as a wife by Adele
As is only on 25th December 
Adele choice to be a
Real house wife at Christmas 

Copyright © richard nnoli

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A Christmas Eve Visitor

On Christmas Eve I fell asleep on the couch
Before going up to my bed
In front of the fire place I snored
Without going up the stairs instead

Late at night I heard a noise
And thought it must be a thief
I sat up quickly and yelled, “Who’s there?”
But it didn’t startle him in the least

A jolly old man, decked out in red
With a beard as white as the snow
Simply turned to me and shook his head
Saying, “If you like, well, I could just go.”

I stared at him in disbelief
Having given up on that fantasy
I pinched myself thinking it must be a dream
He said, “Joe, it really is me”

“Every year adults overlook
That one gift that neither of them bought
Assuming that it must be from the other one
And, therefore I never get caught”

“Just because you’re told, when you grow up
That I am an imaginary story
Doesn’t mean that I don’t really exist
In the heart of every girl and every boy”

“Now you just lay down and go back to sleep
So I don’t leave you a lump of coal
Enjoy Christmas morning with your wife and son
And keep it a secret what you were just told”

Spencer woke me up at the break of dawn
Excited that Santa Claus had come
I recognized the handwriting on every gift
Except for the final one

My wife looked at me with a knowing smile
Thinking this must be a special gift just from me
But I was the wiser one of us now
Knowing who put it under the tree

Copyright © Joe Flach

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A Christmas Poem for My Wife

“A Christmas Poem For My Wife”

I love and support you until my days are no longer
I will be there with hope and love until we grow stronger

Let us not lose touch with the coming of Jesus and the season
Through all the pain and hurt I will love you until reason

When you put on this ring it was put there for life
And I thank the Lord over and over that He made you my wife

I will be there always even if you push me away
For I see through faith a bright and sunny day

Happy birthday to Jesus He is my life and my guide
Hoping some day in me you will truly confide

So Merry Christmas to you my wife, my Love, my friend
I will Love,Love,Love you until my days come to end

Merry Christmas 1/18/2010

Copyright 2010

Copyright © rick monachello

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I Have No Wife To Unwrap This Year

Entry to "Your 'Saddest' Christmas Ever" contest sponsored by Constance La France- A Rambling Poet I Have No Wife To Unwrap This Year by Rick Rucker For well over forty years, We always had presents, never tears. We never spent Christmas apart We always spent Christmas in each other’s heart. Cancer has done its vile thing, I have no one that wears my ring. All the ads show couples holding The joy of life, for them, unfolding It seems I have no like fate, This year I will have no mate. I have friends that try to cheer, But I’ll not be without a tear. As long as I remember, I planned for Christmas, starting in September. So many fun things to do, Baking cookies, buying presents, too. Just picking out a tree, Can be its own cause for glee. Just doing things together made them fun, Not the same for only one. I’ll see her in her hospice bed, Withered, peaceful, newly dead. I’ll have no tree this year, The angel that topped it is no longer here!

Copyright © Rick Rucker

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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree Not Rated PG

I've missed you honey.

The kids are not home.

I can't wait until you're home.

So that we can get busy.

So that you can rock around,

The Christmas tree with me.

I've got mistletoe all over me.

Come on honey let's play,

All over the house! My holly berries,

Are filled with juice so,

Come on ,you fun loving man,

We can play all night and all day.

You can gift wrap me and open,

Me up, of your loving I can't get

Enough! We don't have to be,

Quiet as a mouse. There is no,

One here. The neighbors will,

Know our names again. Oh well,

We heard theirs yesterday!

I want us to deck the halls,

With screams and shouts,

And moans and groans,

 Until the cows come home.

It's lovely weather for a,

Sleigh ride on top of you.

Baby it's cold outside,

The mistletoe is hung

On me. Hey jingle me

All the way all night

And all day. The carol

Of the bells will ring 

For each round of

Us rocking around 

The Christmas tree.

Untinsel me. Take off

My garland. Turn off

The lights. Unwrap my,

Skirt. Your candy cane,

Will licked and not bitten,

And and the Christmas tree,

Stand I'll be sitting. 

My ornaments you may 

Move to the side,

And on the cane I'll slide.

I will soon sing,

Or rest you merry  man

After you sing, let it snow,

Let it snow, let it snow.

You'll then shout a laugh,

Ho, ho, ho, Merry

Christmas to you and,

To you a good night.

You rocked with me,

Around the Christmas tree

With all of your might.

wrote 12-12-10

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown

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My Christmas Rose

legend of blossoms                                                                                                        a gift given may flower                                                                                              dear your in full bloom

Copyright © John Beam

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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. 

Copyright © charles hice

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Our Christmas Tree

Our Christmas tree

After we were married and Christmas would come near,
  We would go buy a tree and my wife would dress it with care. 
All through the holidays it stood straight and tall,
  After the holidays I would drag it out through the hall.
I would drag it through the hall and down the stairs,
  Balls and lights breaking all the way, but who cares.
My wife would ask, are you crazy,
  I would say no this way was easy and I was just lazy.
Year after year buying a new tree, new lights and balls,
   End of the season and there I go dragging the tree through the halls.
When we moved to our own home we had a tree for Christmas day,
  End of the season I opened the door and out went the tree the same old way.
My wife and daughters said I was crazy and no more,
  No more will a tree go out the door.
The next year there was a fake tree on Christmas day,
  After the season they told me to keep away.
The family would say how crazy and about the extra money,
  My only thought that it was funny.
So every Christmas stands a fake tree,
  No more trees out the door by me.  

Copyright © Michael Gelb

Details | I do not know? | |


The good husband and his wife
Are happy partners in their life
Content in each others company
They live their life quite humbly

Yet come the time of advent
All time and effort is then spent
In the seasonal preparations
Of the coming celebrations

Where the good couple dwelt
Festive odours could be smelt
As special victuals quietly matured
As they cooked and baked and cured

This went on till advent passed
And they had cooked their last
Then the boxes were well packed
To ensure that no one lacked

The boxes were then sent on their way
To be delivered for Christmas day 
To the poor and needy of the town
To those that society had let down

But not all was sent on its way
There was plenty kept for Christmas day
When friends and neighbours all
Were invited to the little church hall

Where on that Christmas day
Their bounty was on display
Biscuits, bread and well filled pies
Cakes and sweets of varying size 

Roasted meats, fowl and game
Fruits and nuts of every name
And a good time was had by all
At the happy feast at the church hall

The good husband and his wife
The happy partners in each others life
Content in each others company
Sat in the corner quite humbly

Spectators at the feast of their making
Quietly satisfied with their undertaking
Content with their preparations
And happy with the Christmas celebrations

Copyright © Paul Curtis

Details | Cowboy | |

Blue Moon Christmas (continued)

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

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Gods Christmas Gift

It was one of those times; one of those sincere discussions;
She told me about my fathers words to her when he was on his death bed.
What he asked her may seem funny to some;
What he asked her was to make sure I had a warm jacket and shoes every winter.
At the time I was already in my forties but I guess it didn’t matter to him.

Then we talked about the time we walked in to his hospital room;
My father immediately said he was confused.
I asked him “Dad do you know who I am”?
He said yes I do but why are you so old and she’s so young;
He was pointing at my wife Susan; but I knew it wasn’t her he saw.

He was seeing my mother long passed; here’s the thing about that;
I saw that my wife had the same spirit as my mother years before.
We all believe my mother was there to take him and who better to use as a catalyst.
I never had a chance to see my mother but I know her; she lives in me and is part of me.
I couldn’t see her right then but I could feel her and I could see Susan too.

As we talked we both had tears in our eyes and I think we were both a bit overwhelmed;
I could see how lifetime experiences can never be forgotten or dismissed.
So I asked her why she betrayed me like she did;
And that I could maybe forgive her if I could just understand why.
When she spoke I heard truth and I finally understood why.

So I forgave her and accepted the circumstances and the part I played in it all;
To what end remains to be seen but the pain seems to have been lifted from me.
As we broke the conversation off I began to reflect on the entire topic;
There were no definitive conclusions but what I did feel was;
My Father and my Mother had come to see me for Christmas.

Call me crazy, tell me it’s wishful thinking; even say I’m delusional;
I saw it, I heard it and I felt it; it happened and I won’t be denied.
I learned to be a real man from the pain I suffered;
My ego and sex no longer dominate or motivate my relationships;
And God in his mercy gave me the best Christmas ever

Copyright © Leonard Taormina

Details | Cowboy | |

Blue Moon Christmas

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Why We have Christmas- God with us

The Rancher said,"I'll stay home and tend the fires" 
as his family went to church. 
He loved people was extra kind 
always did good work. 

He sat back in his easy chair 
listened to a country song 
thought about his wife and kids 
how their love was strong. 

He looked outside the window 
the snow was falling down 
he hoped his wife and kids 
would make it back from town 

Suddenly he heard a thump 
on the picture window pane 
then some more then more and more 
those bumps heard strong again 

He looked outside and saw a pile 
of tiny little swallows 
in the snow stunned and dazed 
in the snow they wallowed 

He raced outside and scooped some up 
brought them in to warm 
When they revived they'd struggle and fly 
like a feathered storm 

He knew these birds had lost their way 
in this storm, they are lost in flight 
He must find a place for them 
to save them from their plight 

Then he thought about the pony barn, He built 
for his youngest daughter Clair 
If he opened the doors and turned on the lights 
The birds would fly in there 

He opened the doors and turned on the light 
a place of peace for these tiny birds 
He tried to get them to go to the light 
they ignored his motions and words 

They kept on flying, hitting and dying 
on the picture window pane 
They could not see the real safe place 
his efforts were in vain 

All at once he realized if he could be a bird 
He could lead them to the barn 
save them and protect them 
keep them from this harm 

Right then the need for Jesus 
came into his heart 
He pledged to follow Our Savior 
and always do his part. 

I hope you choose Jesus to lead you to the light 
So we can share His Glory where everything is right. 

This is the best example I have ever heard for why humans need Jesus. 
He was and is God with us to show us the Way. 
He will come again to redeem all who have chosen 
to follow Him and He will take us to a place where 
 there is PEACE on Earth and in Heaven

Copyright © Calvin Christensen

Details | Rhyme | |


Give me some hot chocolate
and some marshmallows too
Hold me very tight in your arms
and say I love your too

Lets sit in front of the fire and snuggle
under a blanket real nice
We go together better then
sugar and also spice

Let us go outside and lets the cold
hit our noses and our skin
Then jump into my jacket
and let the love making begin

Lets walk down the streets 
and look at all the lights
As the blink like fireworks
the view is so bright

Only this time of the month 
everyone has that spirit cheer
Wish it was like this
everyday of the year

People laughing and singing songs
being taken over by something better
Taking that extra step of kindness
and sharing feeling that last forever

But what I want is my hot chocolate
and some marshmallows too
My baby to hold close in my arms
as she says I love you too

The best combination
for a Christmas wish come true
Would be her and I together
I think I’d be nervous  I don’t know what to do


Details | I do not know? | |

I hate Christmas

(This is a fictional poem)

Most people love Christmas but I don't.
People tell me that I should learn to love Christmas again but I won't.
Something tragic happened on Christmas day.
My life was ruined when my family was violently taken away.
Three robbers broke in my house and killed my wife and daughter.
A gun was aimed at my head while I watched them get slaughtered.
They stole our valuables and then shot me with one of their guns.
They left right after shooting me and I called 911.
I was rushed to the hospital and I'm still alive.
But my heart is broken because my family didn't survive.
My life was destroyed and I live in hell because of this nightmare.
They finally caught those men and I hope they get the chair.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you have a family, you're better off than me.

Copyright © randy johnson

Details | Light Poetry | |


your my everything
all life can bring
you cure my pain
without you too
i'll go insane
you by my side
its a godly ride
am never blue

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

Details | Free verse | |

My Christmas Tree Is Ewe

Monkey flies and lies disgrace the human race and television has infected all the 
children and the places that they go. What  I   want   for   Christmas   fare   is just 
ewe and a place underneath the mistletoe.  My Christmas tree is thee.  Humble 
and retained in innocence and restfulness.
   Wrapping   all   the   gifts   in   love   and   kisses  please.
The kiss is gift enough for me please send me three of them all sweet and 
tender and tasting just like CHRISTMAS wine.
Love has come back to me for Christmas time.
But not of gold and silver dew eye speak of.
The very Heart of ewe is parme purple violet hued.
What have eye deserved to ascertain the fragrances of a lemon flavored ewe?
Kiss me three times dew.

Copyright © charles hice