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The Hush of Christmas Past

Can you recall the hush of Christmas past? Think back to when you were a little child, excited Santa Claus would come at last, too young to even know you’d been beguiled. In shadows of your quiet room you lay. Then maybe to your window you’d tiptoe, look out and search the sky for Santa’s sleigh. But all you’d see were swirling flakes of snow, And in that night, while all your family slept, you tried to stay awake. Do you recall the only thing you heard as Sandman crept upon you was the clock upon the wall? The hush of Christmas past is never gone. As long as there are children, it lives on.


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Santa's Favorite - Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer

Santa Claus has travel worries at the North Pole,
With terrible winter storms brewing there afoot,
He knows Christmas is so close and so he must put
His children first now whom he loves deeply and whole! 
And so he must find red-nosed Rudolph to cajole
Him into guid’n his sleigh on Christmas Eve to boot,
For this would bring his kids so much joy—what a hoot!   
Rudolph’s red nose bright guiding them from the North Pole! 

Rudolph leads Santa’s reindeer on Christmas Eve Night,
While all shout out with joy on this blessed holy night!
Santa’s reindeer love Rudolph in equal measure,
For with him they won’t be lost—oh what a pleasure!
Rudolph’s glowing red nose shines now ever so bright,
As we all with Santa celebrate the Lord’s night!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (December 12, 2014) 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)


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Christmas Wishes for You

For anyone struggling in the holiday season!!

Although there's nothing much that I could add
to all the Christmas wishes ever made,
I'll wish for you that traffic won't be bad
the day you shop and that you may get paid
some kind of Christmas bonus for a change,
and when beneath the mistletoe you stand,
I hope you're not approached by someone strange,
but rather by a stranger who is grand!
And should you be so childish (I mean bold)
to ice skate on a lake or board the snow,
I pray for you that you don't catch a cold
or break a leg as down some hill you go.
My wishes, like my gifts, are kind of cheap;
May faith in them require no giant leap!


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You'll Be Home for Christmas

You WILL be home for Christmas, this I know
Though far from me, you are in silent pledge
My love for you does linger, feign to grow
It reaches out to you beyond the hedge

A hedge you've built around your blessed heart
You've shut me out, and yet I linger still
For of your soul and life I must take part
For none but you these longings can fulfill

The tree and lights and all the Christmas cheer
Dim in these eyes that fill with tears unshed
And yet I smile, for to my heart you're near
You come to me when all your words are read

At Christmas time at home you're sure to be
My heart I've made your home, and you're with me

Eileen Manassian


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Christmas dreams

Christmas dreams


A whole year long wait,
and Christmas is here,
Cheerful faces and dancing gait,
Must enjoy its fragrance in the air !

Remember gifts of last year,
Santa to our dream as we exactly thought,
Promises that were done for this year,
Let's see what special he has now got !

Time to get ivy, holly and mistletoe,
Jingle bells,candies and colourful candles,
and wait for cover by a pure white snow,
Lighted houses, illuminated sleighs and angels!

Paint the chimney new for Saint to creep in,
and slip gifts into stockings hanging by fireplace,
At night when the church bell will ring,
Carols will add melody to festive's grace !

Will take celebrations to the twelfth night,
And wake up with dreams shining bright!




Written December 2nd, 2014
For Carol's 'Children's Christmas' contest

Awarded 1st place


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My Christmas Souvenir

The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.

The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins  such a treat!
We  stayed and played until the sun went down.

The program at our church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!

No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!


For the  "Christmas Past, Present or Future" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler
(This was also the year my mother met my stepdad and we became a family of 9 instead of 5. A standout year, but also reminiscent of many of my childhood years at Christmas time in Iowa. With so many dear relatives now passed on, the past would be my time I would choose to revisit.)


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White Christmas

Father Christmas carries a sack
Filled with 420 kilos of crack
Father Christmas, give us a hit
Roll up a joint of your dankest sh*t
Father Spliffmas sing us a song
Get out your matches and light up the bong


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Christmas Longings

My Christmas will be all it’s meant to be
If but one wish is granted now to me
T’will be the season that is fair and bright
If what my heart is craving comes in sight

It’s not a package wrapped in red and gold
I’m not a girl for trinkets loud and bold
It’s not a keepsake that will bring a smile
Or tasty treat that sweetens for a while

The gift I seek is not what others give
It is a gift I need if I'm to live
I long once more your love for me to bloom
To close the world to us in lover’s room

Your passion can my body decorate
Your eyes be twinkling lights that celebrate
Your arms the wreaths that beautify my night
Your kisses, soft, the gifts that bring delight

This Christmas wish I make with longing sigh
And hope these words I pen will bring you by 

Eileen Manassian


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12 days of christmas: wedding vows

Love share thoughts in this particle of time
"I adore your dress" "you are my groom on fire"
On the 29 of December we'll share: "you will be mine"
So we won't die of loneliness, depicted of desire!
And for love and sickness we'll walk through
Smiling and Sharing our dance at last
With no more moments of blues !
Its time, let's toast "to love" , "to all the guests!"
And here we are, embraced by beautiful flowers planted on the ground
This feels like Eden, sharing our ballroom song;
We are the one,  just look around..
All tables made of marbles topped with laces that are strong!
                   Our vision, family members smiling, and yelling a ton...
                   "Caviar is served let's cheer the happiest Couple who has won!"



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Hush of Christmas Past

To rush down the stairs of pure excitement
and spill onto the floor of packaged gifts
Wanting to open each cherished  present
Only to find new clothes, the emotion shifts
To live in worlds of a child's fantasy
as they dream of things that can't be obtained
To graple with truth, a learned capacity
One a disappointed child can't sustain
This is the past of a hushed Christmas
When spaces lived in were trodden and poor
Where there was comfort in love's surplus
and our lives were before us to explore

To have lived through a time, when love was all
Even if presents of clothes, were all we saw


contest Hush of Christmas Past


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Employment for an Elf

Being short, I was asked to play an elf
For a mall Santa who had his own beard
The elf suit I’d not have picked for myself
Spock ears, curled shoes and red tights – I looked weird

The regular elf had caught a bad flu
While jolly Saint Nick downed too much eggnog
Rascal Rudolph, sans the eight-reindeer crew,
Grazed on manger hay like a “boarish” hog

Children wanted to sit on Santa’s lap
But his halitosis cast most away
One large boy created quite a mishap
He slid and cracked Santa’s over-packed sleigh

Today I’ll not venture into a mall
They remind me of my worst job of all


*Written November 10, 2014 for Sara’s “Jobs” contest


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The Christmas tree

I have a small, small tree,
Covered by golden light.
Everyone is happy to see
My tree in Christmas night,
 
The star may be unseen,
An angel is in her prow,
The gift boxes are green  
Tied with a red bow,
 
The bedroom’s light is shut,
But the tree’s lights I keep.
Even so my love will put
Me and my girl to sleep
With a Christmas lullaby
And I will dream like a baby!


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Christmas Eve

Late is the hour and nigh is the morrow,
  Yet a Little Drummer Boy his drum plays;
And upon the man of peace and sorrow
  Shine the brightest stars in heavenly gaze!
Bells are ringing and Santa's on his way,
  And while children stir from their restless sleep
They listen for a fat man in a sleigh -
  Their hearts to gladden and their eyes to peep!
Soon it will be that golden fresco light 
  When first born was the Child Christ prophesied;
And I, a weary creature of the night,
  Will see in again its dawning Yuletide.
When closed are my eyes to the beating drum:
Hark! A new born King pa rum pum pum pum




 December 1991


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The Bibelot

(just posting today. I am running like crazy
trying to get Christmas projects done! But I hope
to be here tonight to read poems! OH, and to understand'
this sonnet more fully, you need to know what
"Bibelot" needs. An intereseting word I learned 
when I took the challenge to use that word in a poem!
If you really want to know the word, you'll have to 
look it up or ask me!!) Luv, Andrea

The Bibelot

There never could have been a Christmas better-
that first one spent alone near firelight.
She gave him some cologne; a blue wool sweater
to match the hue his eyes shone with delight.

He tore the tissues red and green, and she
more delicately opened with a thrill
each gift he’d tied with ribbon clumsily.
And then he held one out, and she grew still,
for it was small, which had to mean one thing. . .
it had to be the best he’d saved for last!
She held her breath.  Oh, could it be a ring?

The glitter of its gems was unsurpassed.
Each stone adorned an object most exquisite.
She looked it up and down; then asked, “What is it?”



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A Christmas Wedding

The bride wore red - a Christmas berry red, so pretty in its contrast with the white of snow along the tree lined path which led her to a place that streamed with morning light - a clearing with an alter in the wood! The day had grown quite mild! In winter’s sun good friends and relatives in jackets stood to see the happy couple joined as one. Three colors decorated that bright day: surrounding green of pines and white of snow with roses red and white in bride’s bouquet, and in her hair a sprig of mistletoe! The groom’s adored had got her wish come true - A Christmas wedding in each yuletide hue. Written 12/3/13 for Shadow Hamilton's Getting Married at Christmas (12 days of Christmas)Contest


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christmas in milan italy

this christmas started out just the same 
as all thee other one's i mean mom 
baking her famous fruit cake 
while my two aunt argue back and forth

over my uncle paulie being late with the turkey again
spending hours on his famous meatball sauce
quite the ritual as everyone does their part 
about midday thee sorting of christmas lights
 
awaiting aunt sister mary agnes to come 
strolling in with a fresh cut tree  
she finds every year at our lady of mount carmel 
faithfully father carmine always picks the wreath 

bringing a bottle of russo to enhance the mood
but what did i know soon pop rushes to the cellar
retrieving his state of thee art
phonographic record player way before our time 

he would say struggling with the cords of an old rca 
clutching his 78 record collection of frank sinatra
mario lanza nat king cole the andrew sisters lawrence welk  
by now i had drifted into stage four of boredom 

when the annual box of ornaments pass by 
being carried by my clumbsy brother anthony 
tangled in the cords of pop's record player again
he chuckles at the busy lad the song began to sound

my nona and uncle luigi start arranging the chairs 
making a dance floor italian pastries are being served 
with long belly laughs forcefully bringing them all to tears 
year after year my aunts began to cry with happiness 

pinching cheeks when everyone stop's what they were doing 
to join in a tarantella dance pop catches me pouting 
he began to sing along chanting his favorite song capturing 
my smile with what's a matter you hey what are gonna say hey 
don't you like a this place hey shut up a your face


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Christmas Carolers

         CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list' my dear to Christmas, 'tis the sound
of children's voices ringing soft and dear,
it calls to mind some hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear.

Oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winter Christmas eve,
and all I ever had, the gift of you,
is all I ever needed to believe

that peace on Earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along,
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways,
for don't they seem the picture of their song?

How could one think our children do not care,
 when there's so much of Christmas they now share? 
© ron wilson aa vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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The Mistletoe

She wants me to kiss her under the snow Feelings that are beneath the mistletoe Brilliant the white snow comes on down tonight Into my eyes that brings me inner sight The Christmas tree expands my expression There’s not a piece of empty oppression I pucker up my lips for a grand show A heartfelt elation with all I know I hear sleigh bells in distance coming near Is that Santa in the back, in the rear The bells come from my girl’s every heartbeat That comes from her tender soul on the seat Now her whole self being was made to flow So we can kiss under the mistletoe
Russell Sivey Contest: any poem goes #6 Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 12/23/2013


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CHRISTMAS EVE



Once again hear the carols sing;
Now let our hearts rejoice right here.
Charm walks with cheer as love now springs;
Hope does impart  a lovely sphere;
Rise up and greet the sparkling light;
Indulge your soul with happy joy;
Stillness now meets the deep dark night;
Truth spreads a whole in fragrant ploys;
Magic now lights the path of peace;
Abide in truth in lovely daze;
See joy put right that lovely ease.
Endow sure proof in year-end maze;
Voice a sweet hymn with glorious praise;
Explore within the love you raise.




Leon Enriquez
24 December 2014
Singapore


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OUR CHRISTMAS CAROLERS

         OUR CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list my dear to Christmas, tis the sound
of childrens voices ringing soft and dear
it brings to mind that hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear

oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winters Christmas eve
and all I ever had, the gift of you
was all I ever needed to believe

that peace on earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways
for don't they seem the picture of their song?

   And as their sounds warm to the heart of me  
   I pray this is the way their world will be.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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The Simmons' Personas "Of Mind's Darkness"

 “Ronald Gene Simmons” death’s synonymous,
   This methodic demon murdered the lot!
      The executioner, autonomous,
        Not a family member aware of plot!     
Grandchildren’s redemption, a rain barrel!
  Murdered daughter, mother of his daughter,
    Drowned in  holy times of Christmas carol,
      Autonomous plot, demonic slaughter. 
Personas demonic beseeches void,
  Murderous demons of the void darkness,
    Illusion’s personas of minds deployed,
      Lost deranged souls without love, are artless. 
This deranged soul, mind illusion’s manure,
  Dumped bodies in cesspit, then had a beer!!!

For: Tragedy is More Enjoyable Than Comedy
In Honor of; Dr Ram Mehta

Ronald Gene Simmons #131 
Ronald Gene Simmons killed 14 members of his extended family in Russellville, Ark., over a 
course of three days at Christmas 1987. Between the murders he drank beer and watched TV!
www.clarkprosecutor.org/html/death/US/simmons131.htm 
Summary: 
Ronald Gene Simmons was a retired Air Force Sergeant. Over the Christmas holidays in 1987, 
he methodically executed 14 members of his family: 6 daughters, 3 sons, 2 grandsons, 1 son-
in-law, 1 daughter-in-law and his wife. (One of his daughters was also his granddaughter)
Two days later, he went into town and killed two others. Waived all appeals.


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World Christmas And New Year Emergency Prayer P1

World Christmas And New Year Emergency Prayer P1 

I f you think i am crazy when writing this poem,
Think again, 
This is your rescue, believers and non believers,
..........................Entered......................
In the name of Jesus, the Savior and the Lord,
From this day of 2014-November-05 South Africa standard time,
I am sending this fire of the Holly spirit to the whole world,
At the intersections, Interchanges, Bridges, Four-way junctions, T Junctions all kinds of road shapes,
To burn and destroy all the fake designs, webs and nets of the darkness,
The design made to destroy or injure the livers of the whole world,
And i am replacing all the evil tricks with the blood of Jesus,
And i am soaking all the world roads with blood of Jesus and protecting them with fire
To all the island, coasts and beaches i send fire,
And i am changing all the liquids and waters of the world into the blood of Jesus,

And i am sending spears of fire to all the evil meetings of the world,
To disarm and disperse the enemies and destroy all their powers in Jesus name,
To destroy all their tools forever in Jesus name,
To all gatherings of the world i am sending the Angels in Jesus name,
To arrest all the evil spirits and tricks and expose them in Jesus name,
I speak drying  and healing of every sickness and wound of the world in Jesus name,
I am sending solution to every problem and difficulties in Jesus name,
I am changing every mountain of the world into the body of Jesus,
And i am sending Holly Ghost wind to blow away all the tools of the darkness and communication,
Holly Ghost wind, sweep and throw them into the bottomless pit,
And i am sending Fire Holly Ghost into the mouth of world devil worshippers and vampires,
And i say nomore human blood and flesh in Jesus name, your stomach will go thirsty,
All places known for accidents i speak life, protection and peace in Jesus name,
I am sending endless power of Holly spirit to protect every innocent soul in this world,
I am minimising all the powers and communication of darkness into zeros (0)
In Jesus name,
Praise the Lord..
..........................Activated..................


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Christmas Mass

      CHRISTMAS MASS
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen...
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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A Little Girls rules to decorate a Christmas tree

Let me tell the rules to have the prettiest tree of all:
First: do not call just my mom and my dad,
But many uncles and aunties also to add,
Because I am a cute little girl and not very tall.
 
Second: bring chocolate and juice in abundance,
It is an important work and we cannot stop,
The tree must be ready before we go out to shop,
And finally play a song but do not dance:
 
Let’s sing and clap hands, everyone together!
Then look up: the star will be shinning bright,
We already see the Christmas’s colored light:
Our Christmas’s tree couldn’t look better!
 
The tree will be ready: the magic is done
The beauty of Christmas will never be gone.


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MERRY CHRISTMAS



Meet fond blessings, meet happy days;
Etching sure grace, etching the signs;
Reach a knowing, reach cheery sway;
Rich lovely space, rich fond align;
Yes sense profound, yes feeds array.
Charm comes to cheer, charm holds the key;
Hope that surrounds, hope that portrays;
Restores faith here, restores soul free;
Intuit a feel, intuit a will;
Sense a sure start, sense a pure touch;
Thrill to goodwill, thrill to appeal;
Mind joins with heart, mind swirls so much;
A true love shows, a true joy primes;
Soul journeys grow, soul journeys chime.





Leon Enriquez
25 December 2014
Singapore


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Christ's Mass

    CHRIST'S MASS
Dear holy child,  I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at your bright and shining star,
that leads to needed joy of peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

So I will light some candles in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone.
I'll say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for your gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
the gift of love is all I have, and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you.
Amen
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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In the emeralds glad luminous scene

Neither this lovers` star with pale beam,
Nor your pensive mood, can bring a day,
In which the burning wave will clean the stream,
Or lead the sheep and clouds to change the gray.
However, the grass will see beyond the placid night,
And honest eyes to honest eyes will find serene nest 
And many fir trees will bring forgotten tender light.
In the forest, changing leaves in colors` flight to rest:
In the air lost, tired green with fire rain will undergo,
And gather clouds in their way towards another sphere;
But who is the wild hunter in his running the innocent roe?
Can they cross together through the spring of sorrow, here?

While the fir tree can happily reach his winter serene,
The poet dreams in the emeralds` glad luminous scene.


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The Train That Took Them Home

Written by:  D. Collins 12/19/14

Being that it is now Christmas time.
Two influential people come to mind.
Although, they’re not here, I won't shed tears.
The world hasn’t a clue of what they did over the years.

From their stem you get a person like me.
Born to help others, but not instinctively.
I went through training on being good to the core.
Because, the way I was, caused many to quit before.

My Grandmother and her son never gave up on me.
Whatever they were seeing, I just could not see.
Their repeated repetition and expression of love.
Finally seeped in , and eventually woke me up.

So, like them, I pass along what I have learned.
Hoping to get through, before a life gets burned.
By putting in work, I hope that when I am gone.
I’ll be on that train that took them home.


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Dresden Germany Valentines Day 1945

     Christmas Tree Over Dresden  
        Feb 14,1945 Dresden Germany      
In their un-loving light, to stop a heart,
   descending in the night, revealing all,
fortelling all to come, right from the start,
   the soul of man did make its deathly call;   
   
and dressed in light, a city stripped so clean,
   their Valentine, to pray now is too late--
an ending not conceived--nor ever seen,
   is close at hand, and in the hands of fate!

Warm in the night, a child could see the glow
   of all the light, and see a Christmas tree;
just falling from the night, and then to show
   that what we see's not really what we see;

      Exploding in the night, death makes its call;
      brought on by wrong and right, but butchers all.


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The Christmas Tree Goes....

Blinkity-blink-blink. Blinkity-blink-blink.
This Christmas rave is on the brink
Of fre*king Yuletide insanity,
Like Triple 'X'-mas in Black Rock City
(Where scantily fit skirts on Christmas chicks
Appease the appetite of ol' Saint Nick).
I see my favorite maniacal peers,
Throwing back, with seasoned wit, glasses of cheer.
Raising toasts to the mighty babe, Noel - 
Whose seasoned spirits, like her curves, we extoll.
And before she slips off into the New Year, 
Lets light this place up like Rudolf the Reindeer!
So swing your hips my sweet Tahopians, 
And give it up for the baby Judean...