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Details | Rhyme |



How do you thank someone for giving you twenty-five  years of extra life

Yes twenty-five years extra, Of  being a Mother, Nanny and Wife.

How do you thank someone for being there for you
When you were so ill, you didn’t know what to do.

You thank them by, now being the person you want to be
And showing the world on live TV.

You thank them by doing all the things you never got the chance to do before.

When you couldn’t even venture out the door.

You thank them by living your life  in the fast lane again
Now you are free of the nightmare, free of  the pain.

You thank them by shopping at a packed Sheffield Meadowhall
A couple of weeks before Christmas, you are having a ball
You thank them by going to see your fav’ourite singer Cliff
You sit there with 12,000 people just to do this.

You thank them by running a helpline for others

meeting fantastic people along the way
You thank them by living your life day by day
You thank them by just being you,

You thank them in everything that  you do.

Copyright © pat dring | Year Posted 2014

Details | List |

10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

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

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

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

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps

Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

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

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

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

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


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.

Copyright © Annie De Lys | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |



I’m in the supermarket,
Wandering slowly along
aisle three.
I’m sure the tissues used
to be here,
Yes, it was buy one get
one free.

But now all the shelves
are groaning
With goods promoting
Christmas cheer.
There are mince pies,
nuts and tinsel,
Brandy butter and
chocolate reindeer.

Seasonal music is 
blaring loudly
And the smell of 
mulled wine fills
the air.
My nose is dripping
I need those tissues
and a chair!

The music is interrupted
By news of a spillage
in aisle four
A janitor (dressed as
Santa’s elf) 
Has a mop and bucket
for the floor.

Frozen cabinets are
stuffed full of turkeys.
(We could feed the 
Third World here for
There are countless
tins of biscuits
And festive ‘dress-ups’
by the score.

Trying hard to stop my
running nose,
I ask a cashier with 
reindeer horns:
‘Where have you put
the tissues, please?
The girl quietly stifles
an errant yawn.

‘If you go past Santa’s
‘Turn left past the cider
‘Then you should see
the tissues
‘In aisle seven – next to
the Easter eggs!’ 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic |

Sacrifice : Lopez Christmas Love

S taying up late making 
A n afternoon poker game
C ramming together in a small 
R eminding the young ones 
how bad we used to have it
I nclement weather can’t keep 
siblings apart
F amily getting together, 
sharing great memories
I ntroducing my son to cousins 
he has never met
C radling the young ones as 
they try to wait up for Santa
E xpressing our love through 
cards, gifts, calls, sweets, and 

Inspired by brians contest "love 
came down"

Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |

Yuletide Recovery

About five years ago, I had a surgery and wrote this while in the hospital. I actually 
quite enjoyed myself and the surgery was not painful for me at all! Just came across 
this in my files and thought I'd throw it on here, for anyone worried about surgery 
before Christmas time. It can actually be quite nice!

(Sing to Jingle Bells)

Refrain:  Oh, IV drip! I sit and sip a juice or diet Sprite.
With each meal, I’m sure to feel more and more all right.
Oh, Bless my soul, remote control right nearby my head!
I watch TV, though groggily, right here from my bed.

1.  A day most winter-y, I came for surgery.
But I felt nice and warm as drugs went in my arm.
It’s been so comforting to not recall a thing.
Of pain I hardly can complain while I’m recovering!

Oh. . . (refrain)

2.  I’ve been here just a day and sure enjoy my stay.
I just turn on a light and take some time to write.
I’ve not yet had to pee.  It’s being done for me!
Too bad this visit’s not all free, it’s like a luxury. . . 

Oh. . . (refrain)

3.  If I keep doing well, I’ll have a great Noel.
I’ll leave new and improved, this catheter removed.
My hysterectomy is what’s the best for me.
So minus “womb” I’ll leave this room and Christmas merrily! 

Refrain:  Oh, IV drip! I sit and sip a juice or diet Sprite.
With each meal I’m sure to feel more and more all right.
Oh, bless my soul. Remote control right nearby my head!
I watch TV, though groggily, right here from my bed.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |


i make all stop
when i shop
for the holidays
my mind never fade
i just day dream
mabe i look mean
like a old hag
with my

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


This Christmas we want a cure for Cancer....
Cancer, that grave callous dancer,
We've all been touched by Cancer's Grim Reaper,
This a malady that knows no barriers,
This Christmas we want health and happiness,
Young Einsteins, it's your issue to address,
A cure for Cancer would surely bless,
That's what we all want to say,
F.U. Cancer, begone by Christmas Day.

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

Details | Haiku |

Christmas Gifts

Santa stuffs stockings
Pomegranates, juice, bees wax 
Chocolate tree nuts

Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Mind And Then The Body (Christmas 2009)

Christmas Day 2009,
I went to see my grandma for what I'm sure will be the last time,
I enter the code and into the door,
Into the lift to the second floor,
Past the T.V room and an eerie feeling tilted and odd,
The folks in Christmas hats are all on the nod,
The smell of a cheap roast n the stench of getting old,
And my grandma mumbles that the rooms too cold,
She wants to go for a walk but she doesn't know where,
She doesn't remember who I am...
It doesn't seem fair that she was once smart, feisty and bold,
Ive never, not once, thought I'll get that old..
Cant take it, Don't want to see it, the guilt, my grandma all alone,
She lost her mind, her bodies going and it all stated in an old peoples home.

Copyright © Ed Browne | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tanka |

Three Christmas Desires

Happy Santa Day
Here’s my short list of desires
I wish complete peace
My wish came true this very morn
My tree held exquisite cross

My second wish now
No more greed upon the earth
At the stroke of noon
Golden abyss circled world.
Tree had a smiley face bulb.

As this day ended
My third wish for no hunger
Became abundant
A note found, said "down-to-earth".
My tree now bore so much fruit.

written by
Cecil Hickman

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011

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Trim Mr Claus

Trim Mr. Claus

Trim Mr. Claus the headlines all read
Trim Mr. Claus the doctors all said
Trim Mr. Claus or he’ll end up dead
That fat guy has got to slim down

Trim Mr. Claus what’s that all about
Trim Mr. Claus he’s diabetic no doubt
Trim Mr. Claus he probably has gout
That fat guy has got to slim down

Trim Mr. Claus and cut off that beard
Trim Mr. Claus that’s the part children feared
Trim Mr. Claus the critics all jeered
That fat guy has got to slim down

And now that the country has all gone PC
No one gets away with living life free
Everyone answers to the powers that bee
That fat guy has got to slim down


Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |

health of cattle

The Health of Cattle 

Every morning I had to milk 6 cows at five, today when 
liberalism is becoming oppressive It will be called child 
labour and banned. Then it was school and the three Rs, 
I liked my cows, they liked me seeing me when grazing 
they looked up and mood. In the neighbouring farm they 
had thirty milking cows and milking machines the cattle 
had no name, producers of milk and that was it. Farmers
looked like doctors who when taking their white coats off, 
took no more interest in their patients . Why should they
 if one dies it will be replaced a another one, white coats 
are never out of work. My charge used to feed on a field of
plenty, sadly there is a housing estate there now, each house 
has  a tiny gardens full inedible flower. My doctor wears
 a white coat he dispenses medicine, looks concerned this
because I pay him, but I know when I die he  will be too busy 
to attend my funeral.       

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

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The Christmas Letter, dedicated to my mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will.

All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more
Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door.
I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes,
I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose.

This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track
Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back?
All of my treatments, are a thing of the past
I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last.

Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook
And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book.
I’ve had to scold him every once in a while
“Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”.

He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores
Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors
He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast
When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast.

I have to admit, that it’s funny to see
Looking out that window, as he trims the tree.
I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim”
NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb.

The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day
Time passes quickly, which is scary to say.
Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you
May all of your dreams, and wishes come true.


Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |


It was a silent night
Before Jesus was born
It was the darkest life
I lives in every storm
When He was King Herod 
Came to kill Him
He was the Savior 
Of my world
So God told King Herod
It was definitely a silent night
While I was in college
And I had suicidal thought
Had Brain sugary
Had be admitted
And I thought all hope was lost
But His loving healing power
Came to wrap me up in His swaddling clothes
How His Holy night
Came to shake up my 
Brain Cancer world 
No matter what I go through 
I've learned to praise Him
As He commanded
In all the Earth

Copyright © Akilah Babb | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

A blood test at Christmas

>Blood tests
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
& Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned

Have you ever had a blood test?
I have lots, you know.
Everybody wants them, why I don’t really know?
And I watch the needle and syringe.
To see the correct amount there does flow.
I saw the young fully trained phlebotomist.
I really did you know.
He looked so blinking young.
Could he facial hair really grow?
Just in case you’re wondering, I did not ask you know.
So, he could not be Father Christmas.
Although it is that time of year!
For Father Christmas to show his face.
What can be seen through that big white beard?
I know to be politically correct today.
I should have said that beard.
Was a, ‘light shade of grey.’
But even that’s, politically wrong today!
Taking my blood test today.
I’m sure that the phlebotomist was so young I say.
So I must look elsewhere you know.
For Father Christmas I must just so.
Now everyone I saw today.
Was oh!  So young, that’s what I say.
And looking in the mirror, you know.
Surely that old man is not me.
But golly gosh, it is, just so.
So I could be Father Christmas.
Although beard I have not got.
So I will have to wear a false one.
Like those other impostors have got.
I’ve heard of global warming.
And I must confess one night.
I thought I’d shave my beard off.
I did and that just wasn’t right.
If this is global warming?
With the named storms that sadly blow.
Why are so many people blinking cold, in deep freezing, icy snow?
Perhaps we should say the Earth is cooling.
I really jest you not.
Then, with global warming freezing, global cooling could be, oh so blinking hot.
Merry Christmas everybody, Merry Christmas and a not too hot, cold, wet, freezing, windy New Year.
Stanley the new mad author & poetry soup honourably mentioned<

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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All I Want for Christmas is a Miracle

All I Want for Christmas is a Miracle

it was late one night
december twenty-third
when a little boys wish
was overheard
she walked by his door
to hear the prayer
as he asked god
why life wasn't fair
she heard him say
Iv'e been so good
and asked if santa
somehow could
make mom healthy
for christmas this year
and those words kept echoing
through her ear
she cried herself
to sleep that night
knowing her cancer
was winning the fight
the doctors had told her
her chances were slim
of finding the marrow
to help her win
but she kept her hopes up
if only to hide
the pain the suffering
and the turmoil inside
if there was a santa
she knew he'd come through
if only a little boys
wish would come true
when christmas arrived
on the eve of the day
he stood by her bed
and asked her to say
i truly believe
in good old saint nick
she whispered the words
then fell asleep sick
that morning he awoke
to a knock at the door
santa was late
but it was him he was sure
he opened the door
and took a quick glance
it wasnt a sleigh
but a shiny red ambulance
it wasn't the fat
jolly man in a sled
but a man dressed in white
with a cross that was red
the doctor had come
with news that was great
they'd found her a match
if it wasn't to late
they loaded her up
with the boy by her side
rushed to the hospital
and took her inside
by the time it was over
christmas had passed
but the miracle stayed
she was getting better at last
she looked from her bed
at his worried young brow
she said that he saved her
but she didn't know how
he looked back up at her
then smiled and said
it wasn't me
it's all in your head
miracles are born
from believing inside
and when you truely believe
with your heart open wide
santa can give you
what you want most of all
for the spirit of christmas
is not found at the mall

By: Jeremy Siedlecki

Copyright © jeremy siedlecki | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

Christmas Cares,A Rich Man Stares !

Christmas carols linger in the air...Except
for the homeless and hungry,who could not
do anything else but to hunger and not care!
Songs of merryment are unleashed into the
busied city streets...The well to do are
out buying caviar and champaigne,and silken
sheets!TV ads give messages to go out and
spend...While the holidays bring to the
poor,only hunger and suffering in sight,
that will seem to never recede and end!
How can the rich sleep at night,knowing that
the poor sorrowfully suffer?It is indeed to
bed,for those unfortunate,hungry people
who cannot afford to buy or eat a
well nourishing supper! 

Copyright © Michael Gale | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Mental Victoms Part II

There is a girl a now
shes almost gotten away
played the game 
jumped through the hoops
told me some secrets
while she was there she was sexually assaulted
hey i don't pay taxes 
so i don't get to choose the channel 
i want to watch on the televisions 
that are there for the patients
i might be crazy but you know what
i can still remember what my delusions 
are and what the reality is on my better days
for me its like a movie or a song stuck in my head
sexual assaults, and a place to be toyed with, a place to go to die from the age of 
16 until you die, a place to run from the insanity you witness to be brought back 
and punished with the fact their lengthening your stay and upping your poison 
that doesn't heal!!!!

A boy singing in his room
too loud to keep the peace of the unit
was sent to maximum security for just that reason
neighbored with man in shackles and chains
just after Arthur had died
and Andrew ran away
he sang his songs
and one day couldn't get coffee out of a coffee pot
so he twisted the lid
to ease the flow
and guess what
he got a needle in his butt

and the doctor lied to his father about the whole ordeal 
and for two weeks after he could no longer participate in gym activities
later that Christmas 
they threw his Christmas cards away 
saying they were fire hazards

opening the blue pages dialing number after number after number
to report leaky pipes the sewer smell
I'll tell you one thing about those power trippers
the people that work there make it very obvious
they only work there because they are afraid to quit
because they fear they know too much
they are addicted of the group mentality of forcing medications upon those who 
don't want it

I've never seen something so ugly
some things in reality are there for reason
some things are there to be changed
but when something creates so many causalities and this is just a few
which i will explain,
one was addicted to drugs
one was probably in need of help
and one was me
but we are all victoms a  who gets away
in sickness or in health
 would rather die in our hallucinations and illness
than be brought back there
to go through than level of torture to be brought back to the next nightmare
the psychiatrists call better

makes me wonder why soo many of the ill find hospitals just another political 
war zone we are all innocent pawns of some unholy war game people with 
money.  I will find ways to turn the tables, this i swear

Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006