Best Crèche Poems

Mist in the distance, heart quickens to gooseflesh
Whisky Jacks perch silent, they've seen me before
Brother Wolf has been by, his scat is still fresh
Ancient eyes follow me, née jinn shapes of lore
Small clearing before me, my own private crèche
Hidden falls dance and play, their ions...

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Age can never erase memories of yore,
For there's an old but lovely song still rambling
In my head as I love to go a wandering
Along the vales or up the mountain sides,
Fetching flora, photographing fauna and sampling
Wildflowers, collecting leaves fancy or plain.
Study trees, evergreen or autumnal...

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Like a shaft I fly,
a beam of glorious luminance,
I travel right into your bedroom
at the break of dawn.
"Wake up my friend,
my brothers are coming
to illuminate your day."
 
Minute follows minute
my duties I perform,
I peep through gaps
of a Venetian blind,
as someone on a bed
lies lazily supine.
I...

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The night was dark the moon in hiding, squeals and giggles around the streets 
All the children dressed in costume begging sweets on trick or treat.
None dared to go to Lonely Street, no treat could entice them there
The legend of the cloaked man with a...

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The bright star I saw 
 
Love’s inner crèche prepared 

Ready for Jesus!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   28 November 2016...

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" No child should feel uncared, unloved, thrown away" 
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There was a time when mothers were not working 
Mother would be with kids taking care, instilling  good values
Children felt loved and secure

Now a days most women are working 
Kids are left at crèche or home,...

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Our hearts and our souls

In Jesus' crèche are born,

Infinite God's love!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   21 December 2016 

5-7-5

MERRY CHRISTMAS!...

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Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a winter wonderland.

What a spectacle of lights and divine beauty
The whole world celebrates awesomely
The birthday of Jesus Christ born in Africa
What...

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 Viewing a crèche on the fireplace mantel, flames below kissing the air leave shadow-play that brings the figures to life.  Jesus smiles at me and a donkey lies down beside the mangered child.  I could see the glow from angel haloes; a...

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It’s Christmas Eve and we will travel
a long way on a cold night
thinking of the twinkling lights,
the golden bulbs, the heirloom crèche,
the smell of sweets and spice.
A hardy greeting at the door!
The family, friends in velvet clothes
of red and black and gold with bows.
The hugs,...

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October 1 is here again 
 But this time, my darling country Nigeria 
Clocked 57, what an era....... !
We celebrate with imaginary loud trumpets 
With our minds, we imagine Joy and merry 
No heart felt big smiles and hugs amongst Nigerians 
 But still we...

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Her hip goes turbulent like an air plane
As she carries her heap on her hip
She swings it like a crèche swing
She bounces her two girls like a bouncing castle
The beauty that shone in her eyes made it difficult for ugliness to lay its siege.
This beauty...

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Blue velvet blanket mantel dresses
Satin lace trim daintily caresses
On border, golden twine tresses
Azure light-display luminesces
In background, silver candelabra recesses
In foreground, satin Lilies rimmed with lush cresses
Overarching, marble angel with copper harp blesses
Underpinning, tidy Spruce wreath butresses
Footstool, bronze crèche a penitent tone expresses...

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RHYME TIME III - CHRISTMAS

The unique shape of each frosty snowflake,
tapping on the window, as cookies bake.
I can smell the buttery sugar and Winter break,
Grandma’s batter creamed with sunny yolks.

Old-fashioned buggies arrive carrying folks.
The horses shake with bells and ladies’ cloaks,
as snow thickens on branches...

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My love crèche refreshes the niche
Where stacks of bliss
Vie to dish
Out the kind of love fleece

That my love nourishes and brandishes
Clear avenues
Where sorrow finishes
Blues disseminated in news and views

Expected to chart the way forward
In matters of the heart
That reward
The start

To an enriched setting
Enmeshed in prisms...

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