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Details | Dramatic Verse |
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I wrote this poems some years ago when I was invited to be on a television program to read a Christmas poem to children as they gathered around me...I had not written a Christmas poem when the invitation was extended and wondered what to write as there were so many Christmas poems already...It was then I decided to write about the day before the night before Christmas...thus this poem which the children and listening audience enjoyed...

The Day Before The Night Before Christmas
It was December the 23rd
And Santa was packing his sleigh
Saying to his reindeer, "We've got
Lots of traveling to do today,
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I
Have lots of surprizes up my sleeve!"
The reindeer grumbled and were ill-at-ease,
Santa was worried and asked "
aren't you pleased?"
One reindeer who asked not to be identfied,
Stepped forward and replied,
"Christmas now is just a word!"
The other reindeer joined in,
"There is no peace on earth,
No good will between men!"
"No good will between people!" a liberated reindeer
Chirped in.
Santa was aghast and could not believe what he
Had just heard,
It startled him, it made him sad,
Why, Christmas was the time of year to make folks glad.
A time for celebration, for spreading good cheer,
A joyful, happy time of year!

"I'll do some spot checking!" Santa said to Mrs. "C"...
"Christmas has lost its true meaning, this cannot be!"
"This is tragic!"
And with a little Santa magic, he transformed himself
Into a little child with a polka dot face,
This way he could represent every race...

He went caroling the world over and begged
Passers-by, "Please sing along!"
But no one would join him in song.
Santa was cold,
His coat was tattered and torn...
No one offered him shelter,
They looked upon him with scorn.

He stopped at several houses but no one
Would let him in...
Some shouted, "Come back again!"
They were busy decorating and wrapping 
Presents galore,
But no one would open their door.
Santa saw a family strolling hand in hand,
"What does Christmas mean to you?"
He asked stepping up to the man.
"Presents for one and all said he!
"Trees a glitter, houses in holiday dress!"
Said she.
"Toys!" said the little one, jumping with glee...
"If you are really good, Santa will bring you a color TV!"
"But he won't find your house on the other side
of the track,
You are poor and ugly with that polka dot face,
I know Santa won't find your place!"
They laughed and scoffed, 
"Why you are a disgrace!"

"Christmas means a brand new car!" said the next
Hurried gent,
The next lady said, "Christmas made me spend every cent!"
Poor Santa was really sad,
No one had said Merry Christmas,
"This is really bad."
He shook his head as he pondered, "Is Christmas really dead?"

No one mentioned the babe in the manger,
Or the wise men who traveled afar.
No one mentioned Mary or Joseph or the
Bright guiding star.
Santa slumped his shoulders
He head beack home,
His heart was heavy, he felt all alone.

The suddenly, bells chimed; it was Christmas eve.
A lone man appeared and took the little child Santa
By his tattered sleve.
"Come child," he said softly, "I'll share my meal with you,
It is not much but it should warm you through and through."
He wrapped his worn scarf around Santa's cold head
Santa thanked him...
"Merry Christmas!" the stranger said, "I am traveling to
Bethlehem" and he was gone again.

Marry Christmas!" said Santa ss the stranger disappeared
From sight..."Christmas lives!" he shouted,
"The reindeer were wrong and I was right!

Carrolers sang in the distance,
Deck The Halls!  Silent Night

Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
Our family reunion is coming...My, Oh My,
Times in my youth, of family gathering, and customs traditional.
The theme this year is "Christmas in July",
Like Dickens' Ghost of Christmas Past I can recall.

I remember those days with quiet revelry,
The cold winter nights of going to Grandpa's house.
Those Polish customs, the foods, the "Opwatky",
Seeing all my cousins there, the joys it would arouse.

The piney aroma that permeated the air,
There was the tree with its festive lights so bright.
You could smell it even before you got there,
The ornaments and tinsel, garlands that reflected each colored light.

The stable on the floor has all the figures but one,
There were gifts for all beneath the tree.
He won't arrive until the Midnight Mass is done,
I'd always be looking for the one for me.

Then there was the laughter and the games galore,
Oh, for the traditional "Opwatky" before dinner.
How we made such noise in that great roomed parlor,
Whoever cracked the biggest piece was the winner.

Then to sit at a table piled high with food,
Yes, these are the times I want to recall.
Kielbasa, Pierogi, Kapusta, all tasted so good,
Not just for me, but for the families all.

But for the ones who never knew of our tradition,
For there is a humbling pride in writing this story.
It would certainly give them some admonition,
The kind that can only come from loving memory.

So, I will write down those things that I still retain,
To our "Christmas in July" reunion as it stands.
Well stored but dusty, in my memory engrained,
I'll write so I will not go with empty hands.

For our families have not shared a Christmas together,
My story will be my gift to them you see.
In so many years, this is just the time and the weather,
I'll write it, wrap it, and put one for each under the tree.

If their memories are even sparked just a bit,
My "Christmas in July" will have been well worth it.

Wesolych Swiat!   (Merry Christmas in Polish)
Written for "Christmas in July" Contest...please note that it is a better read as Couplets - acbd

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

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Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
I bought you this card for Christmas day
So that I could write the words that say
How much I love you each passing year
Now in my eye there is a tear

I realised this card is to small
For me to write in and tell all
That your love means to me
What will I need to write so all can see

Perhaps the sky could hold the words
No not likely that’s just absurd
Maybe the universe could hold my sonnet
Then again too small to write upon it

So what will I use to show
How deep my love for you does go
This card I fear will have to do
To write three words, I Love You

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |
Christmas Day has arrived; the thought fills me with such dread For over twenty years they’ve come to me; it's doing in my head! I get up at the crack of dawn to get the turkey in the oven Gran moans about my cooking – she belongs in a witches’ coven I always arrange the festive table last thing on Christmas Eve I don’t sit next to granny; her table manners make me heave! My sister is so overweight; you should see the size of her fanny She belches loudly when she eats, so I’ll sit her next to granny The taxi arrives at twelve o’clock and I crack open the sherry When they sit down at the table they are starting to get merry I slave over a hot stove; no one moves they act too grand I’ve given up asking for help, they treat me so off-hand Well this year I’ve rebelled and put laxatives in their soup I’ll smile secretly when off to the toilet they will all troop The soup has been devoured and I clear away the plates When the laxatives take effect they’ll be in dire straits! The turkey has been carved; all the vegetables are piled high Uncle Albert grosses out; he needs a trough in a pigsty! Turkey, and all the trimmings they will quickly devour Granny moans about the sprouts she said that one was sour I quietly sit seething whilst they get all get steaming drunk Uncle Albert farts loudly – he’s worse than a blinking skunk! Christmas pudding is eaten, followed by juicy mince pies Sister Annie stuffs her face, as more fat piles on her thighs Single handily I clear the table, and then we open up the gifts It costs me an utter fortune; you should have seen their lists Annie has knitted me the most disgusting baggy jumper I smile sweetly and thank her, but I really want to thump her! At four o’clock the taxi comes and they all go off home I sit by the fire with a cup of tea, I’m so glad to be alone Next year it’s going to be different; I’m going to go away Booked a luxury cruise – I’ll be abroad on Christmas Day! C form contest Sponsored by Broken Wings 12~30~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
To all friends upon this site I write this poem for you.
Down through the years you have held me up and
has helped me to make it through.
You've laughed with me and cried with me
Even taught me how to write.
When my days were looking grim, you made them look so bright.

To write your names one by one I know I would leave one out.
So I send this message to all of my friends-I love you all without a doubt.
May your Christmas be very happy and cheerful as it can be.
And May the New Year bring joy and peace,
and our love draw closer indeed.

Merry Christmas to All and May You All Have a Prosperous New Year.

Copyright © Mary Duhart | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2006

Details | Romanticism |
Call me a dinosaur,
Call me square,
I don't care, 
Letters to write I dare.

They are something I love to share,
Even if others stare,
I don't care,
Letters to write I dare.

Reply's they come from afar,
To bring the writer near.
I do care, 
Letters to write I dare.

Thoughts on paper,
Never truer,
I do care,
And I do dare,

It's Christmas time of year,
From you I would like to  hear,
In a letter, if you dare,
While your memory is still clear.

A stamp I attach here,
On an envelope with my name yet to appear,
I know for truth you care,
So a letter to write you should dare.

Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |














Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017