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Details | Sestina |


A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips: red over a pale impression
Muttering words of things of the faraway place

I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky

Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!
Far away, and in my place leave no impression

Rid it! On her alone I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky
Her eyes would haunt me screaming, “Why didn’t you take me with you, away?”
“To the place we had dreamed, the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good, better than most
Even so, rid me of it with one final kiss

A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss
It’s dying breath trailing a wispy impression
With that I lost what it was I wanted the most
Bartered for the image of a different sky
Alas a different time in a different place
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away

Now a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place
For the place I left, leaving no impression
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky
It was a dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most

Now in a place far away, making many an impression
Oh how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most

Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

For Christmas I Dream

For Christmas I dream that it often seems
It was merely a dream for Christmas I dream

For Christmas I dream it is often alright
The demons sleep fast on Christmas Eve night

For Christmas it seems that I often dream lies
For Christmas I dream you have heeded my cries

For Christmas I dream that again it shall be
You are home for Christmas, home here with me…

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


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."

Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Newspaper Boy's Christmas Dream

The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
He ran from church to church,
from avenue to avenue,
from restaurant to restaurant,
spreading the good and holy news.
”Baby Jesus is born, Jesus is born!”
Soon he was tired for lack of food.
But though the job was badly paid,
he persisted for he believed
one day Jesus would bless him too.
So he went on, giving his flyers
proclaiming the holy news
until a strange light attracted him.
Slowly he approached and saw
a small Child in a manger
smiling softly at him.
“Come near my friend, come hear.
Look there are better flyers
beneath my cosy manger.
Go and distribute these.”
The newspaper boy obeyed.
He read the flyer and jumped with joy.
Quickly he returned to the centre
and with renewed energy he shouted:
“Hear, hear, read the news,
Heaven is full of repentant sinners,
come one, come all,
Heaven is there for you,
that's why He was born this day,
come hear the good news.
It is for you.
Merry Christmas.”


Placed 13

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

That Spark of Hope

A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came 
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way… 
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.

The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways… 
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

My Christmas Dream

My Christmas Dream is for a
More peaceful and calm world 
For all of mankind as the clock  
Of the twenty-first century ticks
Away before us and all of us seek
To meet the many daily challenges 
And travails of life that impact us
And the planet we all live on since
The Earth is our very home for the
Entire human race, animals, insects,
And all of the varieties of sea creatures
And wondrous plant life that grows
And flourishes as part of God’s most
Divine Plan which is certainly worth
Our attention and desire to address
Our shortfalls and shortcomings in
Making sure that the Earth and all of 
Mankind are compatible and we can
Meet the destiny and final glory that 
God has planned for all of us—Amen  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 11, 2014) (Verse)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

A Leprechaun's Christmas Dream

A Leprechaun’s Christmas Dream 

This story is of a spry little elf’s most sacred special ever dream;
His hope to work one day for Santa Claus on his North Pole team.

This tiny green man, a true Leprechaun with a funny and bold way;
Santa first saw this elf as he was flying his sleigh o’er him one day.

Another time fly’n o’er Ireland a day prior to Christmas Eve’s time,
Santa again saw this elf—a smil’n and a sing’n in best Irish rhyme!

The Leprechaun’s name was “Timothy” with such a cherubic face;
He could down three shots of stout-hard Irish Dew at a rapid pace!

Santa wanted such a wonderful Irish helper full of humor and fun,
Who could make kids laugh and smile with every story-told pun!

Timothy’s quaint green-eyed twinkle Santa saw, making him smile;
He knew Timothy would always work hard and go that extra mile!

For Timothy being an Irish elf didn’t always match his true self real;
With his magic gifts and Pot of Gold—he would make Santa a deal!

“Methinks Santa, all shall be fun for us with the kids’ puns and play!”
“Mewishes to give o’er me Pot of Gold to you, on this blessed day!”

Santa sensed and saw Timothy’s true self and his real Heart of Gold,
Now giving o’er his Pot of Gold for needy children—an act so bold!

Timothy came with Santa as his “First Helper” on Christmas Eve night;
Happy all children were seeing Santa’s radiant sleigh in the moonlight!

Santa even let Timothy ride on Rudolph, whose red nose shone so bright,
As Santa’s sleigh made its sacred, happy journey on this wondrous night!

Timothy’s story of his Christmas Dream came true on this star-lit night,
When he became one of Santa’s team members on this most divine night!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
A Collaborated Poem – Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Fairy Tale Christmas Dream

I am 
just thinking of you fondly 
Hoping I bring a smile warmed inside 

It is windy I must admit to you 
who bring the sunshine love
Being honest I dream of cuddling up to you

Trying to visualise a feeling 
each time I see you 
my heart stops as you enter

Breathtaking beautiful lights up
I love holding your hands 
I feel they fit with mines perfect

When I look upon your smile 
light of One in a thousand angels 
holding a breathless moment 

Center stage spotlighting
Just In that single second 
my love for you is sealed

Kissed By the beauty 
of having you sweet Cinderalla 
holding the glass slipper in my life

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

All the feasts will sing

All the feasts will sing

Let us dance

Let us sing

Let us celebrate

The whole world will dance

The whole world will sing

The whole world will celebrate

Even the feasts will sing
Will dance
Will celebrate

The Prophet's Birthday
Mother's Day
Labor Day
Valentine's Day

All the feasts will sing

All the feasts will dance

All the feasts will celebrate

All the feasts will say

Life is beautiful

Life is a short dream

Let us enjoy it.

Copyright © Naji Almurisi | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

A healthy Kenyan Ego Poem

A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...

Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!

Copyright © Kenyan Poets Lounge for Poetry and poems in Kenya | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad |

New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…

Copyright © Gergana Skywalker | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

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

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |

A Christmas Miracle to Fulfill This Wish

I have that wish in my heart many of you must have the same, a disease free healthy world forget all those cursed names. Many of you must have the same a dream of disease free world, forget all those cursed names let that joyful world unfurled. A dream of disease free world where people love to live, let that joyful world unfurled where everyone is ever active. Where people love to live children forget curse of pain, where everyone is ever active no disease to drive insane. Children forget curse of pain old age ceases to be a problem, no disease to drive insane everybody a winner in life's game. Old age ceases to be a problem a disease free healthy world, everybody a winner in life's game I have that wish in my heart. ============================ Placement: 3rd; (December 2011) Contest:Your Christmas Miracle Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire By :kashinath karmakar

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011

Details | Terzanelle |

Christmas Wedding

She walks down snow covered path to the church
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift
She reaches for the door made of clear birch

Stomping her feet she gives her skirt a lift
Entering she takes a look around
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift

The sanctuary quiet not a sound
She imagines all the happy faces
Entering and taking a look around

It would be warmer in other places
Yet it is magical at Christmas time
She imagines all the happy faces

It's kind of funny that both their names rhyme
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
It seems more magical at Christmas time

In less than a week her husband she'll kiss
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
Behind her she closes door made of birch
Down snow covered path away from the church

Written November 12th, 2013
For Shadow's Christmas wedding contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |

The First Christmas Present

A spider spun a silver web in a mound of golden straw, Then he hid himself inside the stack, away from the wind so raw. He yelled down to the sheep below Who were trying to huddle close, “It’s times like this that I wish there was a fire for a mutton roast. For winter had come upon the land and his barn was deathly cold, He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night if the truth of it were told. He tried to dream a dream of hope to get him through the night, But he couldn’t bring himself to sleep because of a blinding light. A star was shinning down on them as if the sun in mid-day glory, The little spider had yet to learn of the coming Christmas story. Below was a ewe with her lamb both snuggled up together, Trying their best to keep warm in the cold of the winter weather. “I’d never trade places with you anyway,” the mother sheep bleated out, “Why are you so happy in your hate to lend voice to pain and doubt?” The light from heaven kept them awake and staring in wide wonder, When two weary travelers entered in and the straw became their plunder. The little spider became dislodged as a nest of straw was piled, And he could see that one of the travelers was very great with child. The three companions watched it all; they’d never seen a human being born, They were all surprised when at his birth There came the peal of an angelic horn. A herald’s call went out to all the land announcing the newborn king, And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh to think of such a thing. Because this baby was so very small and his parents were so poor, Yet there was something about this newborn child that neither could ignore. The spider looked down on the ewe and said in a voice too bold, “This baby needs to be swaddled now to keep him from the cold. Good ewe I can spin for him a cover if you’ll allow me to use your fleece.” So together they worked to swaddle the child on this night of Holy peace. The mother smiled at them all as she took the blanket for her boy, Then laid him in a manger poor and they were overcome with joy. The meaning of this wondrous event was what made them all feel glad, For they had brought the first gift to the Lord by sharing what they had. And the warmth, which they had provided the child, also kept the three of them warm, May the loving joy that they discovered keep you this Christmas morn. Merry Christmas!

Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |



Santa sat in his sleigh,
feeling quite depressed – 
He needed cheering up
a bit – before his 
mammoth quest.
He wasn’t feeling the
Christmas spirit – and
he didn’t feel too good,
But he looked at his 
reindeers – they were
tired and full of mud.

Santa sat in his sleigh,
and calmly fell asleep.
Then in his dreams he
did so drift – his mind,
really did leap.    
He looked in his side
mirror – and saw a 
‘skinny’ Santa – 
Who was that? He 
mumbled, as he sipped
his tasty Fanta?

Suddenly, his sleigh took
off – poor Santa held
on tight – 
Whizzing through the 
night-time sky – oh, it 
did excite!
Packed with presents for
all the children – he 
soared through the sky,
Santa was a changed man – 
but he didn’t know why!

He saw the City of
London Town, and 
the Bloody Tower –
He even saw the 
Parliament – and 
all that crooked 
To heck with them,
Santa said – MP’s,
they are opposed,
And Rudolph doesn’t
like MPs – they laugh
at his red nose!

Santa carried on - on   
his journey of interest – 
Then he saw 10 
Downing Street – the
PM, he would infest!
He said to Rudolph:
“no presents for 
them – they are just
too corrupt -    
They are part of the EU 
elite – my fist, they will

On they flew – so very
high – and they saw a
magical sight;
“A magic carpet was
flying towards them – 
but they didn’t have a 
As the carpet got closer – 
it was then they saw a 
sign – 
It was those Meerkats,
Aleksandr and Sergie – 
they were both drinking

Santa decided to follow
them – he said it was so
simple – 
But Sergie’s fur was 
all lit up – you could see
his furry pimple!
Aleksandr, he sat at the
back – his claws, waving 
in the air,
Clutching his new 
computermabob – which 
Santa thought was rare.

“Sergie? Santa shouted,
“I love you, and Baby 
Oleg – 
But it is Christmas Eve – 
and Aleksandr, has to 
“It’s so simple, shouted
Sergie, in his husky 
Aleksandr is making me
work hard – I haven’t any

As Santa waved goodbye
to those intrepid Meerkats,
Now he’d have to hurry – 
and fly as fast as bats.
For this is Christmas Eve,
he had a busy schedule,
But chatting away to the
Meerkats – he felt such a

Then, Mrs Santa Claus, 
shouted; “Santa, do wake
up,” and she tugged his
furry white beard,
You have to deliver 
presents – your flight has
just been cleared!”
“What a dream that was – 
and here we go again,
Just hang on to your sleigh-
belts – it’s going to blinking

Finally, they got home – so 
tired, and very hungry – 
Mrs Santa asked her hubby;
“What is that on your beard?
And were you in a hurry?”
Santa said; “I’d met the 
Queen – and it felt just like 
a dream” –
Then Santa saw a medal – it
was so shiny-bright,
For he had just been made;
“A Lord Santa of a KNIGHT!!!!”


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Christmas Dream

I hear the jolly ho, ho
The ringing ting-a-ling
The tiny reindeer hooves
I know what's happening

The cookies and the milk are out
The dog is tucked away
Let's hit the sheets a running
And dream of Christmas Day

Of trains and dolls of every sort
Of candy, games and fun
Of books and toys but most of all
Of peace for every one

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

A Christmas Dream

I remember when I was young
When fine Christmas Carols would be sung
I’d go to bed with such sweet dreams
Of presents and toys and all that gleams
Of Santa’s reindeer and his sleigh
Of toy cars and trains to make my day
A Christmas stocking just for me
And presents under a Christmas tree

Those were the days so full of joy
When I was just a little boy
That was many years ago
An age when the pace of life was slow

Now is a time of austerity
No more gifts under the Christmas tree
Of homeless sleeping in doorways
And asylum seekers in a daze

Babe’s born in an African drought
Born only to die and all for nowt’ 
A time when kindness has been lost
A time when all hopes and dreams were tossed

Of climate change and corp'rate greed
Ignoring the plight of those in need
Of wars and battles fought for oil
The poor working with blood, sweat and toil
I now dream what I want to see
A Christmas that brings hope to many
That kindness will soon reappear
And give hope to all and dispel fear
So one and all can come to see
That there is hope for humanity
This dream I have will not walk by
A dream of hope that will never die

Copyright © David Wood | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

A Christmas Dream

Over the blasts of mortar shells,
He heard the sound of jingle bells;
And when he closed his tired eyes,
He got a Christmas Day surprise.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

From across the world, so far away,
In a foreign land on Christmas Day;
Sleeping with his fatigues still on,
His boy’s voice was a Christmas song.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

Please remember our service heroes,
Scattered throughout the world,
As we celebrate with our families,
The good will they hope to build.

He woke up to a flash of light,
And screams resounding in the night;
He charged forward to help his peers;
With his son’s voice ringing in his ears.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Santa means a lot to me

Here is something you must hear
It’s about the man in red very dear
Hauling a bag filled with love
It got to be Santa with a big hug

It’s the 25th of midnight and as I sleep
I hear my window go creep creep
So as I wake and try to peep
I see my window move with the breeze

So I bound back to the bed not so pleased
Closing my eyes in deep sleep
Dreaming of the gifts wrapped in red
I would love to see under my bed

And as I wake with the sun shinning on me
I see a box wrapped near the Christmas tree
So eagerly I take the next step to see,
I hear a voice saying
“Sunny boy it’s your gift and it must be he”

So I quietly turn back and try to peep
To my surprised it was my Dad in red
Saying Merry Christmas to me

So you see Santa means a lot to me
Coz it’s my Dad and it got to be he

- Sherwin Fernades

Copyright © Sherwin Fernandes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Sweet Little Visit

Lately for Christmas I unplug my little Christmas tree 
and then I enjoy hitting the hay while trying to conserve 
my heating bill by not cranking the temperature up all the way.
I even try to leave it off if I may.
I pile the covers way up high and have a last thought before 
Santa's elves take me away to that North Pole location 
behind my closed eyes.
In my peaceful and joyful bliss MR and MRS Claus invite me in.
There's a warm fire to greet my line of vision and nice soft sofas 
to sit down and relax in, in order to enjoy more fully 
the sweet little visit.
MRS Claus a gracious host is she as she offers me my choice of hot 
chocolate or a nice cup of hot tea, of course I choose the sweeter 
of the two, along with nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, just 
baked fresh out of the antiquated yet fully functional oven.
The conversation is bright and lively as Santa walks in wearing 
his red pajamas underneath a very rich looking robe... red with 
a white satin sash.
Holding a lit pipe he takes a puff to warm his cold nose.
There was a large, real Christmas tree over in the corner of the 
living room, decorated with strands of real gold and longer strands 
of silver tinsel strewn randomly through out the large branches.
After our more than pleasant visit was over I turn to leave the Claus' 
very large home and saw the elves leading the reindeer to their very 
large stables to retire for the night.
Then my dreams started to turn to other things, but not before 
I heard Santa say to all a Merry Christmas and to all a good night!

by S.E. Clark

Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Winter's Chill

The leaves start falling, off the trees,
When fall, it comes a knocking'
`And everybody was running about,
When the trees all started rocking .
They shook and shimmered, all day long'
The cold wind froze their roots ,
Their branches started falling off'
And the " Sun's rays' they withstood .
Winter came along much later ,
Children playing, here and there
Good old winter was just starting ,
But the young ones, didn't seem to care .
O'h the joy of growing children,
How they love, the falling snow,
But the headaches, that they cause us'
It has just begun to show .
I am thankful, that the winter'
Only comes but once a year ,
So I think that I've been blessed ,
And I thank ' The Lord" I'm here .

Copyright © Roberto Santana | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

ceizars dream

ceizars dream

why do you have to be so far away

it just going to be another cold winters day
with out you here by my side

presents to wrap
food to buy
drink to feel funny around the burning fire

face alight,smile's and laugh's for one and all

pictures taken  

moment's that will last forever

champagne bottle ready to pop
Glass's on the stand still

for a Christmas thought ,for diamonds for the Lady's love for all the beautiful
clouds above

for winters glint, for all to see

for this is Christmas for me

the night walker   30Th November 2010


Copyright © duncan chappell | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |

Angelic Christmas Dreams

Just Do It!                                                                                              They were dreamers. One Joseph was young and immature, and his dreams resulted in saving the lives of many people.  The other Joseph was a very wise and mature adult, whose dreams  resulted in a Savior for all the world’s people.  God saw the puzzling thoughts of the second Joseph.  God also saw a loving heart who wanted the best for Mary.  An angel spoke to Joseph in a dream, and he obeyed.

Don’t Do It!
They came from the east and entered Jerusalem in search of a king.
Wise men had traveled far, following a star that had led them there.
When the existing king got word of such, he was more than a little concerned.  In the mind of the king, there wasn’t room for another king.
So he quickly sought the wise men’s help in devising a plan of evil intent.
However, the king failed to realize that he was not the only one with a plan.
The wise men departed, no doubt with the intention of keeping the king informed of their findings.  Nevertheless, there was a dream during the night that led the wise men to leave town another way without the king’s knowledge.

Get Out of Town!
As the evil king Herod plotted, God’s angel kept working with Joseph.
Joseph had another dream in which the angel informed him that the life of the Christ child was in danger, and he was to flee to Egypt for safety.  So Joseph, Mary, and Jesus ‘got out of town’ as the angel told him.

Go Back!
The years passed as the little boy Jesus began to grow up in Egypt.  In the meanwhile, King Herod had committed unthinkable atrocities in his failed attempt to destroy the Christ child.  When King Herod died, Joseph dreamed yet again, and the angel told him to ‘go back’ to Israel.

Go North!
Not once had Joseph’s prior dreams led him astray.  However, there was a pause when he heard that a certain king was in power.  Joseph continued to trust  God and was not disappointed.  He dreamed  yet again and was informed by the angel to continue ‘going north’ to Nazareth.

May we ‘just do’ the thing we know we have been told to do.  May we listen as did the wise men and ‘don’t do’ the wrong thing.  Let’s not hesitate to ‘get out’ of a relationship or situation that is displeasing to God.   May we know when it is ‘time to go back’ to fix it, restart it, or to complete it.  God is ever with us to command, guide, direct, and redirect us to  ‘go North’ if need be. 12022016 cj Matthew: chapters 1 & 2

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

A Christmas Wish

It's day one of the rest of our lives Beginning as it usually does But this one seems a little bit different The world is all abuzz It's all abuzz with great excitement Something's about to take place Has this old world finally realized a truth We're destroying the human race Since the beginning of recorded time Wars have forever been fought Over land, religion and ideologies In a web of destruction we're caught A day of awakening is about to take place We have finally seen the light From this day on, wars will be abolished Peace is finally in sight Am I dreaming out loud? Can this be true? Pinch me to make sure I'm awake Let's hope this time it's more than a dream But reality for all our sakes! © Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse |

A Christmas Wish

As the late afternoon storm hit along the coast
    I was nice and warm  snuggled under my blanket
Watching out the window 
   As the snow was coming down 
Faster than I had expected.

I can see….
    The individual shapes of the snowflakes
As they swirled and trickled down
    To cover the green grassy hillside.

I can see….
    The snow-covered rhododendron bushes,
And I was hoping to see a red cardinal    
    Perched on the top crust
Displaying all of its beauty.						

The next morning when I woke up,
    I couldn’t image what I saw—
I can see ….
    The tracks made by deer
Indelibly marked patterns within the snow
    As if there was a family conference 
On the brick patio.

Couldn’t imagine why there were so many deer, 
    Unless they knew something that I didn’t know:
A special purpose hidden beneath the surface
    Must have been pre-orchestrated from a higher source. 

A bright new sunny day followed…. 
    It was not until late morning 
Six feet apart  
    I saw a doe staring at me!
Through the window 
   That separated the both of us 
I was mesmerized how 
   Our eyes met for the first time
As if she really knew me
   My kind heart and soul.

She did her little song and dance,
    Scampered down the hillside,
And then off she went into the woods.
    Nature is bountiful 
Only through the eye s of the beholder.
    Was this a special  moment 
Predicting glorious moments ahead?
    For only I will know
In the days to come. 

Copyright © Valerie Ann Thomas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Oh, For Days of Christmas Old

Springtime had but passed us by
     in that blink of an eye long gone;
Summer was a memory
     that's now forgotten in Fall's song.
I can't recall taking the journey
     which brought us to this place so far,
Yet still there are the stories
     hidden under the cookie jar.

The mantel piece holds pictures
     that had been colored in by hands,
Their names have long since faded
     into the dust of arid lands.
Laughter echoed down the hall,
     was once from festive days gone by;
Still no one's been seen for years,
     now fewer know the reasons why.

Tinsel hangs like curtains torn,
     children's toys remain by the tree;
Twisted candles line the shelf
     built in another century.
Stars lay broken on the floor,
     there's no sparkling lights to behold;
Collection plates been emptied
     quick of the silver coins and gold.

Memories move hauntingly
     through all those times few ever know;
We but close the eyes and dream
     of children's footprints in fresh snow.
The first of robins will appear,
     the burning fires will soon grow cold;
We'll wake beyond winter's sleep
     and wish for days of Christmas old.

Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |


it like real ice cream
this is not a dream
wake up and see
so heavenly
this stuff so bright
tho it fell light
now blows like dust

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014