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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of 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, and 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with such bright
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of angelic content with
A glossy coat so radiant and sprinkled with pearls and diamonds.

Out of the woods she walks so quietly 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 an angelic guard; 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina speaks the animals’ languages
And this is an enchanted reality known only to the forest animals; 
The birds play in all their splendor so fine without sorrow and they 
Fly while Carolina—the “Fairy Maiden of this Enchanted Forest,”
Keeps watch carefully on the evening horizon while the snow falls
Now apace in the hope and wish for such a marvelous and majestic
Christmas—while in the distance the ground is now frozen frosted 
Hard and like shining and sprinkling silver in the mist until the very
“Rays of Enraptured Sunlight” break in the morning mist—this most
Wondrous image is at once so divine and fabulous to behold and 
Cherish as the annual “Spirit of Christmas” now comes alive again. 

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud— 
And then all of 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 sweet-sounding little voices wonderful so in 
Dreams singing such celestial tunes while a bright light appears 
So magically on the horizon while planes from all over the world
Begin landing with such precious cargo like loads of neatly written
Letters from good little children—and with this joyous occurrence
Santa Claus begins calling his elfin troops into quick action while 
The “Leprechauns” do the heavy work as they are much tougher
But all the while the “Old Fighting Irish” in them reflects a softer
Side while the Leprechauns drink a drop or two or three of some 
Fine old fiery Irish dew to keep them both warm and smiling like 
The very wee Little Devil in them—so mischievous and all—but 
So content and happy to be part of such a delightful moment of                                      both memories and joy for “The Little Children of the World.”
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work 




 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



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

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


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I'll Be Home For Christmas

 
I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are It's where fluttering flakes fall like stars on my face It's where the scarlet bird sings and a yuletide shrub sways It's where these arms get wrapped in your tinselled embrace It's where the mistletoe waits for kisses to exchange in the old doorway's shade. I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are Its where a stocking gets filled from a candle bazaar Its where the dough gets baked in molds of two heart shapes to be placed in one cookie jar I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are It's where carols are sung to the beat of the drum It's where lights are strung around our front porch posts It's where endless stories of our childhood are told It's where dreams are made where my love for you grows I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are It's the butterflies inside when you look in my eyes It's the smile on your face when we all sit down to eat the meal you just made I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are and wherever you are it is never too far for these feet to walk streets for this love to come flooding your heart.


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Sight, Sound and Scent




When I think of the bygone Christmas images that come to my mind are candy canes, cookies and popcorn strands adorning the Christmas tree. The popcorn strands are easier to make and still, I think,it's a family project. I know, decorating with cookies difficult but feel their homey feel with cookie cutters which can be napkin rings for the table Hear the sleigh bells ring creating the quintessential Christmas melody hang a strap of sleigh bells on your front door warm sounds, a great greetings for the guests. but the best sound is children’s laughter and the squeals of glee, as the presents opened. Think of the toys that simple things you might have played with a child like a jack-in-box or spinning circus top. Spices, bayberry and baked things are all scents that evoke the holidays. Choose the Christmas décor that appeals not only to eyes but to the nose and ears, drape fir branches tied with a red bow above the door.
+++ November 29, 2014 Form: Free Verse First Place win


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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


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Christmas, Minus One

We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.

Family gathering, Christmas Eve 
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts, 
found flowers from her funeral 
crafted into hand-made jewelry, 
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.

I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings, 
and measured life-sustaining juice 
through the metal funnel she used 
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent, 
like her body had been at 93.

I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven 
chocolate rolls after school, 
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun, 
hot biscuits with apple jelly, 
squeezed from the peelings after 
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.

I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.


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What I want for Christmas this year

Oh the day of Christmas 2020!
The snow has for long, been pushed further into the year.
I shan't spill a single tear.
Christmas this year is beautiful that I in my prime of Twenty Three am so glad.
I am so glad that you could spend it with me, my wonderful.
You are my breath of fresh air, my tender kiss.
You are my only Christmas wish.
Your beautiful glossy dark hair.
Followed with a loving oh so, tender stare.
You were my Christmas past.
You are my Christmas present.
And you... You will be my Christmas future.
There is no hate on Christmas day.
Tender loving care, here and away.
I’m glad that I can spend it with you.
My heart beats fast when your air fills the room.
My eyes tear up at the sound of your beautiful voice.
My hands bloom for your radiant glow.
Because I know, you know. 
What I want for Christmas this year.


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Performing On a Unicycle

   (in Branson, Missouri)

I've seen Santa on billboards,
in store windows,
on street-corners, ringing tiny bells.

I've seen Santa on TV,
in sales magazines,
in parades with funny little elves.

I've seen Santa in lights,
as blow-ups on front lawns,
hanging on walls or doors,
as painted statues, decorating shelves.

When breezy chill hits the air,
Santa Claus is everywhere.

Kids really dig Santa,
in their hearts, he's real.
Whatever will they think 
of Santa, riding on a wheel?


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December

it's december;
holiday thoughts chill me
more so than this breeze
as it wraps me up
in winter's blanket

i want to be like the trees
colorless and bare
of everything
that weighs me down

i want to dance free
in the wind
not snap
like dead branches
in storm's fury

i'm snapping though
and it's only december
i can feel the weight
of winter's wrath
pulling me down
grounding me

i am falling
blizzard-like
more than a few inches deep
everything is turning white
fading fast
within death's grasp
i am december's ending


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To Everyone A Goodnight

Well they are here again
Knocking on my door
Monopolizing my television
Decorating my neighbors homes
Blitzing me at every store 
And corner in every city and hamlet
Between here and Buzzard Beak, Idaho.
It’s like a virus
A pandemic
Santa Claus is coming to town
Well I’ve been bad, very bad
And if that bastard shows up at my house
He ain’t getting cookies and milk
I’m been talking to Jesus and he tells me
That Santa is a fake, a sham, a trick on the poor people
He’s just a way to make the rich richer and poor poorer
So I ask Jesus “Why do you let this happen?”
And he smiles and tells me a long story about faith and forgotten dreams.
Then he fades back into the egg nog and I sleep with the devil.
Fitful dreams and reindeer back strap for breakfast
I eat the fake snow and regurgitate the Christmas balls
Burn the tree and bury the trimmings
The fat man can’t intimidate me.


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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."


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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




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CHRISTMAS - repost

CHRISTMAS

For seasonal spice I was joyed to see
Our Japanese lights on the Christmas tree

Old Santa bulb fashioned so saucy and stout
We couldn’t imagine him ever burn out

A lean yellow lantern-man hung by his side
Another glass phantom who never died

Each twelve-month end when we screwed them in
Old Nips assumed their oriental grin

I swear those two quaint foreign boys
Were dearer by far than all my toys

I’d give most anything now to view
Our tree aglow    an old time new

To hear Mom laugh    Dad’s riotous cheer
When the pair lit-up for another year


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Winter Memories

Days of past and wintry times
The chill of night within my bones
Words that last and cling to rhyme
Crackling flames and yuletide tones

Birds of night sing one last song
Then capture flight to warmer lands
Where they shall stay all winter long
Until the season changes hands

Ribbons and bows beneath the tree
Neatly tied 'round gifts of love
Cookies and milk near Santa's seat
And the mistletoe hung  
so high above

Hugs from friends who come to call
Children's faces filled with dreams
Good tidings and tinsel lining the walls
That share in my winter 
with warm memories

Michael 2013


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Merry Christmas PS!

This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated.  It is a very lonely place.  
Christmas is actually my fav. time of year. It was also my momma's (Grandmomma) who 
passed in 2007.  Her memory glows brighter within my heart during Christmas.  She raised 
me from a babe to a man...Yes I was grandmas boy :) So I was extremely spoiled.  When 
she passed in "07 (while I was in here) Man it nearly killed me.  Please read "For 
Grandmomma" (I wrote about her and my loss).  Anyway - Thank you to my best friend 
Marty Owens, For making Christmas a little happier for me.  I don't really have "family" only 
(my 2 beautiful daughters Jasmine 11 yrs and Brianna 9 yrs.)  Marty is all I have in my life.  
It's a very lonely hard place to be in without "family" or "friends"          Friends are so rare.  
I'm talking genuine friends.  So he introduced me to PS because of my raging passion for 
writing. I've grown so attached to some of you! I'm surprised at the love I have for some of 
you and I don't really know some of you. lol  It's wierd, but love can be wierd sometimes.  
So ...Charma many hugs and kisses!  Carol B. who introduced a lot of people on PS to me.  
Thank you!  Lolita my friend until the end!  Audrey my biggest fan, I'm here for you always! 
Patricia A. woman you always make me smile.  Simone my newest fan your comments 
sometimes make me blush! lol   Linda-Marie I loved my Christmas card  and your 
encouraging words...thank you..Lena...what can I say?  There are cards I would like to get 
out to some of you..send addresses sm and marty will get them to me via postal mail.  I 
would like to hear from you guys w/pics  I too will send pics of me  Merry Christmas XOXO's 
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587 P.O. Box 2405  Marion NC 28752


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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.


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Christmas home decor- a wreath poem-N

Christmas home decor

Short and round is our Christmas wreath
Wreath we made of the tree branches
Branches are tied with the red ribbons
Ribbons stuck with berries,ready is the wreath.

Wreath is placed on our door’s foot steps
Steps away is the snow on tree not far
Far away, look, how He laid His holy hands
Hands on things He wants us to see and praise.

Praise him, be quick your voice to raise
Raise your hands his love to receive 
Receive love in your every choice forever
Forever on Christmas with this decor wreath.

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This type of poetry was first introduced by George Herbert, a contemporary
of Shakespeare. There are two ways to write it. In above poem, the last
word of the first line is the first word of the next line and so on. Or one
may use any word of the first line as the first word of the next line. Variations
of the word can also be used.


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- Silence In Christmas Thoughts -


  This is the season when the forest has winter coat on
  Where does frost smoke come from
  Is it our angels morning yawn
  Sunlight comes as little fanfares from the cello tones
  Large pine trees decorated for Christmas joy
  Gusts send thoughts from forest to sea
  Everything slides into each other to a beating heart
  Here's silence among nature sounds
  Christmas is approaching .... once from the purest source
  The time Jesus lay in the crib





   22.12.2014
   A-L Andresen :)
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


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Choose to be Happy

Choose to be Happy


I am happy because I choose to be; my life is far from perfect.

Others are content but I make conscious choices to be Happy and to be a positive person.

You don’t have to be rich or have a lot of money and material wealth to be happy.

Many wealthy people are poor in Spirit with all the money, fame and things that they have.

This Christmas Eve night as I write this poem I think about how I manage my money focusing on my needs first and then my wants.

I ask myself: Can I afford that? Do I need this? Can I wait for the store price to go down and get that dress on sale?

I hope that once I am financially stable with a decent job I can have a coat drive for kids age 1 through 16 in Trenton, New Jersey when every boy and girl gets a cute new coat and I hope that my story inspires others my battle with mental illness over 19 years…


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THE ICE ANGEL

What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.
It's been given a life spark, a gift from the angelic
Spirits on high, illuminated by a polar glow above,
And low behold the birthing of an ice angel..
Under the hushed spell of midnight, amongst the
Diamond dust fields of winter, the fluttering
Of shadow wings can be heard.
Sheer to the light of ebony’s opulence, the blackened
Figure stirs within her shallow grave, to emerge as
A glistening specter of flights ascension.
Thinned glittering gems sprinkled by faiths devotion,
Are these appendages made of snow mists.
Shifting with beauty, she soars to the kingdom of the lord.
Reflected in the sunlight these ice wing chambers do shine,
Capturing the colors of the rainbow, exploding, bursting with
Each appendages flapping, climbing through the vastness of
The heights, does not the warmth of the sun, embrace these
Creatures of ice and snow, and so do they melt with sorrows
Regrets, becoming heavens tear drops of frozen lace.
Fractured shards of crystalline endities, whom almost touch
The face of grace itself, yet none returning unto the earth below,
As sleets crushed dreams of winter, thus this icy cycle of life
Continues ever more.
What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Holding On, Or Throwing Away?

There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.

His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with 
a zipper.
Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers,
	And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13.
His father, an old world German who never shared himself,
	left ink blotches of emotion under his hand.

In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and 
photo.
	He was 16.
I don’t remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his 
heart
	As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany.

Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday,
	by his best friend in the world.
The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive
	to write personal poetry full of memories.

There was an untouched underwear drawer.
Belt buckles.
Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years.
A collection of Christmas wallets.
A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give.
Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies.

A sweater and socks I knitted for him,
	Always said they were too good to wear.
		I store them still.

Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the 
whole house had something of his tucked away within.
A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder.
A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his ‘49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket 
treasures.

~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge.
		And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine 
bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining.

This is foolishness,  hanging on.  
In spite of saving all this stuff
	the hole in me is still there. ...
		But I just could not throw him away.


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Happy Birthday Jesus

Oh Lord and mighty Savior 
I sing in your name praise be
In honor to you King of Israel
who takes away the sins of this world

Star of all stars Bethlehem 
shining salvation loves light
purity in the scriptures fulfilled
proclaiming him blessed Holy One

A messenger singing Heavenly
an angel in praise to king of kings
In peace and good deeds God's only son
Blessed born his Immaculate heart

Conceived of the Holy Spirit Lord
Almighty Holiness in your council 
one of understanding happy birthday
Our shepherd born salvation leads his flock

Faraway in the distance
three wise kings following sign
A diamond star they followed
light of truth born shone in a manger

As they entered bowing bearing gifts
Gold worshiping the Almighty king
Myrrh most precious bitter herb of the east
Frankincense to perfume our Holy One

The shepherds came as an angel sang out
Heavenly song in gentle melody
singing born today is our savior child
praise eternities revelations tune

O  most Gracious Lord Jesus 
I bow humble inside meek 
happy birthday oh master 
our savior Almighty King


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My Darkest Childhood Memory-w

( This is a fictional write)


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

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

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

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


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A WINTER WONDER LAND

A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty.
Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me,
In this my wintery wonderland.
Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends
An icy chill downwards, but I notice not.
I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets
Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page.
Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay
I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait.
Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything,
There is to be seen, but ti’s a spiritual moment,
Of reflection, in clarity's vision.
The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist,
A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the
God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design.
Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge,
It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural
Paradise left undiscovered.
The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by
The northern lights, aurora’s multicolored rainbows,
Dancing in the Alaskan horizon.
An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility,
Humanity has forgotten for progress.
It is a magical essence of solitude, that
Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the
Meaning of existence.
Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side,
Warming these aching bones.
 But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by
A higher powers kindling, a flame, ignited with imagination,
In this my wintery wonderland.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


















 




















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Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby


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A Christmas Past

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

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


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A Simple Southern Christmas

It's gonna be a simple southern Christmas here.
All I want from Santa is some egg nog, bourbon and beer.
I'm gonna wait on Santa Christmas Eve night,
and when he's not lookin' I just might,
steal his reindeer.
It's gonna be a simple southern Christmas here.
I'm sending out my Christmas cheer.
I'm gonna sit on my front porch swing and sing.
It will be a good thing to hear those jingle bells ring.
I thought I seen Santa on the backwoods bayou road,
but instead it was a big fat toad.
It'a a wonderful simple southern Christmas here.
Santa just brought me some egg nog, bourbon, and beer.
When he wasn't lookin' I stole his reindeer.
So now I can deliver my Christmas cheer.
But hurry, hurry, I'm in a rush,
got to give that reindeer a little push.
Got to go, got to go,
got to get home to fix my gumbo.
It is Christmas day,
and I'm in  a rush I must say.
It's gonna be a simple southern Christmas here.
Just add egg nog, bourbon and beer.
Mix it up with some Christmas cheer.
I'm ready for Christmas every year.


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A Christmas Song for You on Xmas


center Christmas Song for Christmas 2012 This Song is a gift for all my Christian friends on the Xmas Day. Soon I would place it on You Tube also.Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year 2013 to all my friends. Ravindra You who is our savior sublime, You who made our heart so kind, Through prayer you taught us, To reach near You Through tears you taught us How to pardon others. Through Love and Kindness, You have showed us The lofty heights, Through benevolence You purified the hearts full of sins. And by bearing our sufferings On your shoulders O’ God, You taught to smile even in strife, O God, How beautifully you have taught us, To win hatred with love and sacrifice. Ravindra Kanpur 25th Dec. 2012


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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







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A tall tragic tale-w

On the day before Christmas 1997 I was in a supermarket
Saw many people,I thought it’ll take long time to buy gifts
Christmas  getting more and more annoying every year,
Cursed and wondered if kids really play with  costly toys.

Noticed a small boy pressing doll against chest, touching hair
Looking sad,asking granny if she has enough to buy the doll
She asked to wait, looked around, left the boy with the doll
I walked to him, and asked who he wanted to give the doll to.

He said “The doll my sister wanted the most this Christmas”
I replied,”Don't worry, Santa would bring it to her after all.
The boy said,” I don’t think Santa can give where she is now
My mom will carry it as she's about to go to see God soon 

I told Dad,tell mom not to go, wait my return from the market
I reached my pocket,had enough for the doll and some spare
The granny came, I left market finishing shopping differently.
On my way home, I  couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then,remembered having read the news of a drunk truck driver
Hitting a car in which there was a young lady and a little girl 
The little girl died right away and the young lady was in coma.
Next day,read the news that the young lady has passed away.

Bought roses, went to the mortuary where dead body exposed
Saw her in coffin,the photo of the boy and the doll on her chest.

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**Unfortunately it is a true story except my going to the mortuary
though I wanted it much but could not as I was a foreigner in 
those days. My only pasttime was to visit Malls and reading newspapers. 

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Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win in
Contest: My "Saddest" Christmas Ever sponsored by Constance la France


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Hush, Santa Is Coming

Hush...Santa Is Coming… Christmas Eve...nineteen forty-three I was four years old... Christmas Eve...Santa is coming! The fresh-cut tree glistens with bubble lights, Real tinsel, pretty glass balls…not much else... Mommy said Santa was coming To visit me...I was so good all year... He is making a special trip... Tonight...before I go to bed... He will be here! My heart is so happy...Santa...coming to See me and my infant baby brother! I am in my bedroom... From my room I see the door, ajar, At my parent’s bedroom across the hall... My uncle is there! My Mommy and Daddy too... I didn’t see him come in our house! He puts on some red clothing with white fur... Then white hair...beard...black belt…boots...cap... Santa is here... But...he really isn’t here... My heart sinks...I am only four... But I remember That sadness that crushed my heart. But Mommy and Daddy are so happy! Santa is here to see me, their good little girl! This is their special surprise for me! How can I hurt them...tell them that now I Know...there is no real Santa? Mommy and Daddy are so happy for me... Santa is here. For many years...I played the game... Santa is coming... Santa came and left those presents for me... In those years, children believed The Santa story way longer than today. I played the game... Santa is coming! Time to hush...stay silent... I never let on to my brother, my cousins, My Mom and Dad, My grandparents, my aunts and uncles... I carried the burden... That special time of my childhood... Ended much too soon...not their fault... Just a door accidentally left ajar To reveal the crushing untruth. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved