Best Carol Poems
Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!!
The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked
They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures
Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield
For the three ghosts of the Christmas past
I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past
Fear not I shall do yee no harm
That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul
Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say
Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was
I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present
Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure
They seethe within their own discontent and folly
The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine
They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth
I sir am the ghost of Christmas future
Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind
Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses
When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams
Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee hold!!!
The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air
Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom
Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men
The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard
Ah but happiness was indeed in the air
On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder
Of he went to his secretary’s house
Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door!
Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity
Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!!
Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!!
Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas!
Once, it was a time of true magic,
when the world was small and soft.
It had to be magic, my mind of five told me:
how else could my brothers and I go to sleep
on an ordinary, dull and quiet night...
to awaken in sheer joy the next morn
as though we had been zapped by a warm
bolt of harmless lightning--
setting our now restless bodies tingling.
Like racehorses at the gate of magic,
we stood at the top of the stairs,
pulling at whatever patience we could muster
under the admonitions of Mom and Dad to wait!--
wait! the camera must be loaded-- but how very
painful it was to be still when we knew that
children's paradise was a stairway away--
and what a paradise we saw unfolded
in our now unfamiliar living room!
The tree drew our eyes first--it was big and fat,
with its branches sagging under the great weight
of all its myriad ornaments: glass balls and sweets
and plastic candy canes and tinsel drooping as though
it hung on a some forsaken weeping willow instead of
a tall, proud Blue Spruce : and millions and millions
and millions of colored lights, blinking relentlessly,
made our tree sparkle like the royal crown of a giant king--
perhaps the King of Toys, for toys were seen everywhere
we looked: cars ,trucks , bikes, games, bats-- and balls!
Each brother ran quickly to his own precious pile
(we marveled how thoughtful Santa must be)
and knew in each pile would be some boxes
beautifully wrapped but sans treasure,
holding only socks or shirts, perhaps a sweater--
well, even the jolly fat man could not be perfect--
still, he brought magic to our dull house every year,
transforming our prosaic lives into poetry overnight
by wonder, by magic, by love....
And when he went away, when I was an ancient six,
the world grew much bigger but colder,
dull and empty of that special joy that can only come
to those children who believe....
[Note: This bittersweet poem was also bittersweet to write, as losing childhood itself is bittersweet.]
rec'd n/a in Regina McIntosh's contest, 12/18/20
If only
If only I could
Walk back in time
Jesus alive on the cross
I cried at this great loss
As church bells are ringing
Sat In the last pew singing
Just a child you see
Safe and sound
In a home with joyous Christmas sounds
Santa always close
Christmas my happiness ghost
Tidings and cheer
Family surrounded me
Took away all my fears
Aunts and uncles so boisterous
Plum pudding and hard sauce with Irish Cream
Their laughter invades my midnight dreams
Us children in awe and anticipation
Christmas a miracle lighted with elation
Looking out frosted windows
Snowmen begging to be born
A time I miss, feeling so forlorn
Dancing with ghosts of the past
How could a child ever know
This happiness never lasts
My three girls
by Michael Hornschuch
With great fondness I write of my three girls,
They're always smiling throughout the day
Chasing cats, and the occasional squirrels
Searching the park, oh, how they play
But mornings are rough, as I walk out the door,
Their eyes all saddened as they wonder once more
Will he return at days end, or is this our last time
Since he’s gone, to the couch where we’ll climb
Guarding the house in my absence -- they watch
For burglars and thieves and postmen at four
This job they take seriously and never will botch
Militantly watching for a stranger at the door
But each night I return, same as the day before,
Ecstatic with joy, overwhelmed by my presence
As if they were saying “don’t leave us no more!!”
Each dog vying for attention at my sudden entrance
What an example of God’s loving grace
Suddenly playful, crazy and wild
Each taking their turn at licking my face
I spoil them rotten as each is my child
Comedian Carol Burnett
had a variety show I'll never forget.
She gave us much laughter and cheer,
sometimes just by pulling her ear.
A Blitzing Christmas Carol
The birth of Christ
The birth He sacrificed
Sacrificed for man
Sacrificed with a plan
Plan for forgiveness
Plan of Christmas
Christmas is festive
Christmas is restive
Restive of waiting
Restive of separating
Separating of love
Separating from above
Above where Angels Sing
Above on an Angels wing
Wing of a dove in flight
Wing of peace this night
Night of joy and caroling
Night of rest and healing
Healing with a Christmas gift
Healing hearts with a lift
Lift up your arms
Lift up the harms
Harms that we do
Harms that renew
Renew the joy
Renew and destroy
Destroy the hate
Destroy and create
Create smiles and laughter
Create like a crafter
Crafter of Christmas cheer
Crafter of presents is here
Here comes Santa Clause
Here he gets applause
Applause in the shopping malls
Applause through the halls
Halls with boughs of holly
Halls with fa la la of jolly
Jolly old St. Nick
Jolly old man is thick
Thick layers of snow
Thick enough to throw
Throw away the plate
Throw in to celebrate
Celebrate in the Lord
Celebrate with reward
Reward in eternity
Reward of fraternity
Fraternity...
Christianity ...
Nov.29.2017
A Blitzing Christmas
Sponsored by: taai tekai
Background music composed by same poet...using 'Mixcraft' recording studio software...Happy Holidays
Communities have a pillar
Carol is this ones name
Our Poet Laureate
Who demands no fame
This poetess
Called Mrs Brown
Is more like a mother
In Poetry's Soups town
She cradles and welcomes
Us poets anew
To this amazing website
A community so true
She's now back in the fold
Where she loves to be
To read what she can
Of you and thee
So Mrs Carol Brown
For your kind comments and words
The Honor given to you
Undoubtedly deserved
" For Mrs Carol Brown "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life.php
Her Thoughts Declared In Beautiful Rhyme
Love Dreams Feelings Time Forever Time
For Life In Poets Reading Poetry
Poetry Is Poetry Will Poetry Shine
Subdues The Penned Write Poetry Shrine
The Answer With Love Living Sign
Mind Eternal Love Poems "Psalms" Poetry
DEDICATED To My BELOVED MENTOR " CAROL BROWN "
Author's note I call this Dedication My Rhyming Double Free
VERSE READ it left to right or top to bottom left to right
How about Carol wears the curtain rods?
That would be hysterical.
No one else got it.
But I am Harvey Korman and I have some say.
Most popular episode in history.
Even Vicky is not as popular unless she is mama.
Vicky as Carol's mama is hilarious.
This show gets better every second.
Then we grab up Tim Conway.
I have never laughed so hard in all my life.
He cracks me up totally.
And we are in front of a live audience!
My days on earth were the best.
Carol Burnett could fall down better than anyone
And get more laughs with just a glance than
All the rest of us put together.
H onored I am to know you Harry
A favorite poet to me you are
R ight at the top of my poet family
R ise you do enter and win contests
Y orkshire man married and a father
H umor is surely your forte' sir
O h how I wish to be so clever
R emember our years at PoetrySoup
S eems we became family overnight
M aking history year after year
A nd I hope for many more years to come
N ow I dedicate this poem to you as your Christmas gift
~~~MERRY CHRISTMAS~~~
~~~Harry Horsman~~~
For:"Gift Exchange" contest of P.D.
Carol Brown ~ 2011
3rd Place Winner
April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day
In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother
Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like
Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part
Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream
Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be
Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals
One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart
I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me
Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group
Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay
To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life
You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot
April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday
i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
Carol my friend
You can relax
Samuel, Sarah
And Thunder are back.
They hitched a ride
With the mail carrier
Were in good shape
And seemed even merrier.
Pre-she-ates Youse
Watchin um fer me's
Theys seys youse a nice lady
Weren't news ta me.
Keeps in touch
An I'lls does tha same
God Bless Youse....
What war youse name?
We are the carol singers
Who sing carols as we go
We sing in any weather
In rain or wind or snow
At every house or cottage
That stands upon the lane
We proudly sing a carol
In snow or wind or rain
We are the carol singers
We never feel chagrined
As we proudly sing together
In snow or rain or wind
We shake the tin for charity
Singing carols as we go
We are the carol singers
In rain or wind or snow
Carol Brown my dear friend
If you are still talking to me that is
How did the mystery of Numb With Fear
Compare to the mysteries in my novels, Dear.
Big Dog, Little One,
Samuel, Sarah and Thunder
Did the poem live up to the
The things they were under?
I just had to ask
I hope you're still talking to me
Cause your opinion
Is important to me.
I promise I won't pull
This trick again,
Everyone will be onto me
So I'll have to behave.
Thanks for sticking by me.
And I promise to keep you near
Once more I apologize and say
God Bless you Dear.,
Cile
Carol is a crocodile with big long pointy teeth,
She likes to hide in lakes under the surface, just beneath.
She doesn’t want to bite your legs or eat you in one chew,
She only wants to sneak up close behind you and shout “Boo!”