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Christmas Wishes for You

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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 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...


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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