Best Carolling Poems
"In my fragile little ship, I sail, sail
In the tempestuous sea of life
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast"~ by poet
Breathing in and out the notes of life,
from first cry to last sigh, you sing
you sing.... unbeknownst
unbeknownst to you as to
what tunes and notes of life
you will be singing..
but you keep singing... taking cues
taking cues from the
rhythm of the twirl of time.
As you warble to the ticking of time
sometimes...
a melody is created
and the moment becomes lovely -
when your hum is harmonious to
the rhythm, tempo, and dynamics of life.
Listening to that melody - so sweet,
buds of love and peace bloom straightaway
in vibrant colours
to savour and celebrate
the beautiful moment:
a moment as beautiful
as the sweet smile of a child
and as peaceful as the
stillness of a meditation hall.
At times, your voice cracks
you sing outside the range
hitting the wrong note...
and.........oh........
you slip down the stairs
the last step extending down to
the hassles and hard times of life...
like a banana peel
in an already slippery road,
like a dust in the eye
that blurs your vision,
like that of a Wordle game
that leaves you totally clueless.
Such wrong notes
in your song of life
leave you in dismay
like a torn page in a book:
you get dejected, dispirited, and disheartened
and a confused state of mind follows.
But you know you should not stop
you need to ignore the wrong note you struck
not a wince, blink or a pause..
you have to just move
on and on...
and get your mojo back
to continue carolling
the rest of your notes of life
in accordance to the
rhythm of time...
Date: 02/24/2022
'F' form - Free verse - New - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Life
First Place
Poem Of The Day on 02/24/2022
It’s an old-fashioned
Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing
The choir’s singing
Their wrists a-swinging, up and down
It’s an old-fashioned
Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow
Fresh and new
Flakes still falling, silently blowing
It’s an old-fashioned
Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine
Some popped
Into cherub mouths, those kids grinning
It’s an old-fashioned
Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future
Chills from the draft
As the smoke pours into the hereafter
It’s an old-fashioned
Christmas Eve - carolling comes calling
To each decked out door
Gifts scattered under tree at midnight
It’s an old-fashioned
Church service - all eyes on Jesus
The babe’s in the manger
Kids - Bethlehem clothed
Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing
Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow
Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine
Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future
Christmas Eve - carolling comes calling
Church service - all eyes on Jesus
Bring back the old-fashioned joy
Are you ready for Christmas~have you lifted the tree
Are your lights through Christ shining bright~for everybody to see
(everybody should see)
Your good deeds and your gifts of love~that you're presenting to Him
And they'll praise God above for His Son~the gift He's given to them
Are you ready for Christmas~will you surprise Him this year
With the harvest of love and faith~bidding others come near
(bid all others come near)
To the banquet of Christ the King~don't let your candles grow dim
In the room of your heart prepared~because this day is for Him
Now are you ready for Christmas~carolling of His birth
Retelling Jesus' death to life~til He returns to this earth
(He'll return to this earth)
With His angels and trump of God~forever we'll be with Him
So share this joy with the world like the shepherds of Bethlehem
It was an EVEning to remAMBER for Jane,
WEN DA men gathered in the GLEN,
OL I VER there were Taylor's friends uNOAHn
So, she was STEPH AN' FREDDYn' alone
Then HER MAN, Taylor, called out
In an almost drunKEN stupor of doubt,
"WIL MA' DARLENE come here please?"
She was AL FRED but he PERSISts.
She went half-hearTEDly JUST IN time
To see him NEIL there in the grime,
"WILLIE MARY me, Jane?" he asked her,
even as the loud CAROLINE got BETTY.
She couldn't even MARSHALL her thoughts,
But simply NODDY 'yes' through the tears she fought,
"Oh! KENN ETH be?" Taylor said in a whispered hush,
Then cried out to the ESTHERs, "SHANN ON and IGNATI US".
His wish was GRANTed that memorABEL night,
Jane was ulTIMOTHY his after his long 'single' plight.
All his friends were FELICITY Taylor and Jane,
This memory would throughout their OLIVEs remain.
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ALL NAMES ARE IN CAPITAL LETTERS;
The meanings of names used with POETIC LICENSE are given below:
Wenda - when the; Oliver - all who were; unoahn- unknown; Stephan' - stiff and; Freddyn' - fretting; Wilma' - will my; Darlene- darling; Alfred - all afraid; Neil- kneel; Willie- will you; Mary- marry; Caroline- carolling; Betty- better; Marshall- used as verb; Noddy- nodded; Kenneth- can it; Esther- stars; Shannon- shine on; Ignatius- ignite us; ulTimothy- ultimately; Felicity- felicitating; Olive- lives.
No carolling minstrels
No sparkles or tinsel.
The Grinch has a lot of good points.
Just, “how bloody awful
To not have some baubles.”
Bah! Scrooge would be proud of this joint.
My carols are wails
During holiday sales
I'll do just fine here without her.
My sparkles are tears
Every damn year
That I tossed out her favorite old Conifer.
In search of the vows to honour
when destiny takes me into tomorrow,
Perhaps, God has chosen that ultimate hour,
for angels to take up my spirit and follow.
Former life defines the new consecration,
I hear the taunting voice in my innate choice,
conscience accusation to quell further devotion
doubt renders incline to sabotage my service.
Welcome hymns sang within retrieve conscience
divine melodies changed my perspective on life,
my dancing shoes move with burning experience
joy compel from heaven steps to take off strife.
The clamp inside moved away from stowaway zone
Change pride into an epiphany of a miracle.
Revealed the voice I heard was not my own,
it was unexpected, compelling, inspiring angel.
Struck with an epiphany upon holy ground
Stand in awe under the shadow of a crown,
with faith to believe the feelings I had found,
spoke in a dream not with the tongues I own.
But innocent Infant days ended ritual traditions
finding striking realisation the meaning of time,
twelve years wasted, thinking about illusions
conclusions celebrate these lucky days of mine.
An epiphany spirit descending sprinkling entry,
beautiful enhancement carolling through the door,
a star browsing over homes with love and mercy
Aspects of hope with unlimited scope to explore.
MANGLISH CAROL *
(Christmas in Malaysia)
Now got season to be jolly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Where got snow and where got holly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Where got slay bells jangle jingle
Fa la la la la la la la la
Where got new pair of socks from Pringle
Fa la la la la la la la la
Deck the halls with Bougainvillea
Fa la la etc
Spay can frost and cotton wool snow
We got air con. that'll chill ya
Enough to freeze your Ho! ho! Ho!
Carousel kangaroo, no reason
All year round in festive sing song
Sings Jingle bells in every season
Money's in slot, who gives a ding dong
What Christmas pres you got for me lah?
Better have a high class label on
Anything not import got no use lah!
You gimme free also dowan *
Good King Wenceslas look out now
Driving down night market
Dey go anyway on roundabout now
Den stop in middle an park it
God rest ye merry business men
Need Christmas profits bounteous
When the taxman comes round carolling
Gobbles up with appetite ravenous
We got Ramadan, we got Eid
Got Deepavali an what next lah!
Chinese New Year, Agong birthday too
Dis Christmas one plus plus extra
[To be sung to the tune of ‘Deck the Halls…’ insert the ‘fa la las in each verse
‘Manglish’ - local patois version of English
* Dowan = Don’t want]
our young faces
left sepia stains
on ivory paper
there were no flaws nor lines to draw
attention nor depress
just shiney rose hued cheeks which glowed
and purple garish dress
eyes did glint
though there was a hint
of apprehension in our smiles
a missing tooth displayed our youth
orange and umber whiles
wirehaired bodger (dog)
our much loved lodger
who raced with all us kids
came christmas carolling to inrease our treasure
as cash flowed in split lids
potatoe pie
with the chicken bits shy
we would play, spot the chunk of meat
chafing elastic to hold grey socks
ill fitting shoes to beat
hoola hoops, canakers
tomahawks
arms, embraced your bestest friend
knock on doors as mother asked
have you some sugar you can lend?
T rex blast on radiogramme
and the old grey whistle test
cheap lemonade and icecream vans
the seventies were the best
AUSTRALIAN MAGPIES
I woke to a cheerful sound at dawning
As warbling of three magpies greet my day.
They're sitting on tree branches this morning
And warble though the skies have turned to grey.
The magpies are dressed in black and white coats
No need of colours to enhance their charm.
For lavished on them is their silver throats,
A sound that brings to me a healing balm.
Still they continue carolling so sweet,
Three tenors sing in harmony of voice.
Though other birds may sing with chirp or tweet,
But magpies will always be my first choice.
May magpies with their silver throats sing on,
Bringing cheer to the land where they belong.
A Sonnet
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2015
Colors of roses,
Bliss of cherries.
The carolling bells,
Smiling candles.
Herd heroes excited,
Sombre flowers lighted!
Snow angels flying,
Silky stars shaking!
Heavenly love,
Bloom at night !!
The carol singers at my door,
I greeted them with tone deaf song,
My hand outstretched, they shuffled off:
I didn’t get a quid – what’s wrong?
Do you hear what I hear? For Kim’s Carolling contest
Winds of change
are fanning the flames
are fanned by the deranged.
The flames of misdirection,
the winds giving chase
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage.
Horned cheering section.)
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings
park their game pieces in place,
holding and withholding payment Ace.
Get out of jail free blowhards,
influencerned by the currency,
jeering and cheering till blue in the face,
screaming Climate
Emergent Divergent Hunger Games Emergency.
Media trumpet producing endearings,
(lipstick on a Pig) for their Rat King,
(as on a White Horse)
as we grow too Sheepish to speak out, too pale
and timid to spell out their obvious course,
to vomit our rejection as diseased
as we are enslaved
under cells and convections and
tales intertwined, sanctioned throughout,
Stormgate's, leak, its Codex toothed, overreaching security breach.
Never again will we be as we were,
neVer to take flight,
or steer our own course again in our own
atmosphere.
The Mandate is clear, the Score
is reported by message board monitors
of the process, onboard,
onboarding for the Beast System processors,
riding People, herding, coral carolling
to Lucifer, sacrificial Sheeple in a transitional
Rat Race, vermen looking through peepholes.
The Piper's progress is polaroided in twain,
kodachrome rolls back the esteem, smiles of the insane, back of the head, peace sign.
Shut wide eyes rolling white for dead retina scan mouth foamed enrapture
Signature erasure brain panned for fools gold,
sold out, captured souls,(devout).
Recorders in tow, changing how the wikiwind blows,
how counts voted by Moderator,
gestapo teams, Bon Appetit, Virtual Travel, Vogue, Akinator, Mad Magazine.
(Needle in the Aperture bobbin tattoo
BuckarooBonzai glass saddles and shoes.)
Laser id suture chip sewn in diodes
of TripleBeam Barley, Wheat, Triplesec, meat...
Meta threads to breadcrumb gumshoe private dick heads, treads of
sleuth your every thought and intent, move.
Passenger monitoring, the acceptable temperature, moderate beautiful soup lukewarm chum
to taste an ode to the pasts vernacular
naked lunch humble pie shoots
in the face gruel,
heckler
of riding the storm out without Jesus, fools-Spectacular.
From ground to high sky
birds fill break of day with song
feathered hymns rejoice—
dawn chorus of wing and will
call all to join nature's voice
Magpie's carolling
ignites dawn with fluted bells
welcoming chorale
in day-break's cathedral dome
joyous songs of devotion
Willie Wagtail struts
tail flicks like a metronome
swagger in each step—
black-and-white little soldier
stakes claim to place of its own
Grey Fantail arc skits
with tail flits like restless fan
chaos ensemble—
air itself shakes in the dance
with its frantic flight patterns
Superb Fairy-wren
courageous, blatantly bold
blazes bright in blue—
outlandish flare on green leaves
with its beauty turned to dare
Eastern Whip-bird cracks
the lash to rouse sleepy heads
who missed the alarm
stumbled wobbly out of bed—
hoping no one would notice
The Welcome Swallow
adept aerial maestro—
dazzles watching throngs
with its acrobatic stunts
snatching at insects mid-flight
magpie 'tibicen'
you are indeed a 'flutist'-
your warbling delights
A branch awaits the carolling.
The choir, each limb afire with song.
The cold and bare kindled with snow.
A branch awaits.
A branch awaits the spring of feet -
the twang of movement, soft or strong.
The strum of warmth, the beat of chirps -
a branch awaits.
A branch awaits the tango’s churl -
the gathering of more than one.
Will there be tolerance or not?
A branch awaits
the carolling, the spring of feet,
the gathering of more than one.
Narrow or wide,
a branch awaits.
12/11/2022