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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 | Dramatic Verse |

A Christmas Memory



Comes the darkness on a graveyard, my lost child,

As winter’s tree bows from its iced arc, quivering

On last year's farewell of our young joy, of revelry;

Till arms drift … meeting your crystal star above.




Written 11/25/2015
For the Contest, A Christmas Memory
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
~ Inspiration from my sister’s experience;
I was the godmother of her son~

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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 |

Christmas at Christchurch

        I feel translucent 
	a man of marble skin 
	as if dreaming my motions 
	every step a tread in water
	each reach of my hand 
	a ghost grip touches 
	but nothing holds and yet 
	I clutch these stones and 
	iron spear barricades 
	as a sea-snail would the bedrock 
	for this is my folly 
	to hug close the masonry of charity 

	I feel nothing 
	no remorse runs down my arms 
	to my useless wrists 
	no rage 
	twists my mouth into rabid snarl 
	no pleasure lifts my face 
	from the footfalls 
	of those celestial beings 
	bustling above

	not even a soaked black wall 
	on which I am a shadow 
	penetrates my deadened hide 

	I feel grotesque 
	I am a gargoyle of flesh and bone 
	sown into the fabric of these 
	towers with closed doorways 
	that form broken arch homes 
	for broken things 
	but 

	no longer am I broken 
	I have embraced 
	the cold and hunger 
	of my mouth and my soul 
	I am free of this place 

	Yet 

	here I am still 
	here for you to see 
	if you can stomach 
	to see me 

Copyright © Steve Downes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

A Grey Christmas

when we lose sight of love, 
and loss takes its place
when we bear on our cheek
the north wind's harsh face
when our heart is all full
alas, not of joy
when sorrow is no stranger
and wrapped as a toy
it knocks on the door
to stay winter's chill
but opens the windows
just for the thrill
and tied to the mantle,
each man his own
the chimney has fallen
each corner, each stone
but the hardest of all
we forget how to cry
and all we recall
is the deepening sigh
An empty fire
we keep it aloft
to warm the old house
it grows cold so oft

and all but a memory is taken away
we cannot go back, nor bear to stay
lingering on like the leaves out back
a constant reminder of all that we lack
and once in a while, when the wind blows,
or the gray sky graces with snow
the leaves, they scatter--we gather about
and wonder and wonder, "will they ever run out"




Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Christmas at Christchurch

I feel translucent 
	a man of marble skin 
	as if dreaming my motions 
	every step a tread in water
	each reach of my hand 
	a ghost grip touches 
	but nothing holds and yet 
	I clutch these stones and 
	iron spear barricades 
	as a sea-snail would the bedrock 
	for this is my folly 
	to hug close the masonry of charity 

	I feel nothing 
	no remorse runs down my arms 
	to my useless wrists 
	no rage 
	twists my mouth into rabid snarl 
	no pleasure lifts my face 
	from the footfalls 
	of those celestial beings 
	bustling above

	not even a soaked black wall 
	on which I am a shadow 
	penetrates my deadened hide 

	I feel grotesque 
	I am a gargoyle of flesh and bone 
	sown into the fabric of these 
	towers with closed doorways 
	that form broken arch homes 
	for broken things 
	but 

	no longer am I broken 
	I have embraced 
	the cold and hunger 
	of my mouth and my soul 
	I am free of this place 

	Yet 

	here I am still 
	here for you to see 
	if you can stomach 
	to see me 

From The Pagan Field (print 1996, eBook 2013) available FREE until 15 Nov. at 
http://www.amazon.com/The-Pagan-Field-extended-E-ebook/dp/B00F395DAU


Copyright © Steve Downes | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

My Admissions

Escalated had it, through mere words
An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober
Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity
A day of togetherness, spent alone
My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. 

You were right, I conceded; true or untrue
A waste was it to speak, when I would be unheard
To read was it my choice, to refuse 
A key preventing entrance, denying inebriated lectures
Solitude enlightening the festivities, more than company. 

The skies were blue as I walked toward a reprieve
Blame was exchanged, for a norm that was apparent 
Maybe a little disappointment, wooed me forward
But an excuse does that afford none, for irrationality
Irresponsible was I in not informing ; irresponsible were you in trying to find me. 

Your defence would I always assist, to rectify or sway 
Good to me were you never not
Imperfections denied by a bond, unbroken
My respect wanting to yield, but not confounding
Your pedestal never lowering, even when your actions requested. 

Maybe forgiveness is to be asked, to relieve
An apology would do well, to alleviate
One person, a victor, the other not; egos choosing 
Toxins I am unaccustomed to, poisoning minds
I want to hate, but love remains true.

Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2016