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- Peace, Love, and Gods Greatest Gift -




The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly

Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King

Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny

Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond

Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud

The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently

Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind

Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far

Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy

We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door

Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud

And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay

Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light

Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have

As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart

God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve

Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son

The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention

Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger

Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)

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Never Out of Season - A Short Story

I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
"I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a lovely contrast to the thoughts that bloomed inside my head. The little red Santa smiling gaily, his gloved hand forever frozen in a wave. Truth be told it was over a hundred degrees outside, and up here in this cobweb-ridden place (by God) was practically unbearable.
But as I lightly shook the fragile keepsake I found myself dashing through the snow like I once did so many years ago. I heard the sound of high pitched laughter from afar, out in the sultry day (most likely the neighbor kids playing tag through a sprinkler-soaked lawn). But there, at that precise moment, I was taking the road before me, and singing a chorus or two.
"You miss him don't ya?" the voice broke me out of my thoughts, and for a moment I just stared at her as if she had a left over piece of spinach in her teeth. I nodded quietly in the silence and rubbed the smooth curvature of the glass with my thumb. It somehow felt cold, as if winter wonderland was still trapped inside.
I knew I hadn't stayed too long, though I knew my wife would be patient throughout this ordeal, however long it took. She didn't need to recite any famous sayings to pick me up, just her being there was enough. It was the unspoken truth between us, and it was always enough.
"Cody and Angie will be downstairs when you're ready to head out."
"I'm ready now. I was just doing a little cleaning up." It wasn't quite a lie. It was one of those statements we use to say one thing and mean the other. The attic was "okay", but I knew of more dire things in need of some organization.
Beth went down the ladder first, naturally. Then it was me, a bit awkwardly, still holding the snow globe. We both came into the living room, where our children sat waiting. Cody was playing some handheld video-game in his Hawaiian swimming trunks. Angie was quietly giggling at something her friend said, via text. Her blue bathing suit was barely more than a strap, and I knew I was this close from losing it. But this was a happy day, so I let it slide, just this once.
"Are you still not ready?" asked Angie.
I looked down at my blue work jeans and buttoned-up t-shirt. My wife gave her a fierce look, as if willing her to take back what she said. It didn't really matter though ... my emotions were spent.
"I was gonna change when we got there," I said, a bit defeated.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and plopped her phone right there on the couch. I just stood there like a lifeless statue, while my family got everything ready to head to the local pool. My wife was as patient as a snail, but the kids bustled about as if they've been down here a lifetime. Cody was mad when Beth took the game-boy from his hand, just before some big important checkpoint. Angie was calling Beth completely unfair for not letting her invite Tom over to come swim as well. My wife told her, "This is a family event, no exceptions, and for Pete's sake, listen to me for just this once!"
I just stood there, in quiet grief. Their voices were mere sounds, plastic and surreal, and I went along with it as if everything was alright. But it wasn't alright. The world was falling apart all around me, miraculously still turning, and I just stood there! Finally I reached for the doorknob, when I realized I still had the snow globe in my hand.
I looked at it longingly, with affection, and it came to me. A slightly crazy idea. Not the kind where it's life or death, but the fact that it was a spur of the moment decision, it felt totally crazy. I placed the snow globe on the mantel above the fireplace, where the glass caught the sun just right and the jolly Santa shone a brilliant red.
Allow me this simple pleasure, I asked God in silence. Let the neighbors gawk and smirk all they want. Let the kids think their father's going senile, thinking it's December and not August. I didn't care. I just watched the little flakes twinkle through out the water-filled dome.
I displayed it proudly, knowing that good will, kindness and love were never out of season. So I picked myself up out of my gloomy state, got inside the car, and slid into the driver's seat. "Alright, let's go!" I said cheerfully, and everyone looked surprised.
"Dad, is everything … okay?" asked Cody, from behind. But no answer was necessary. I just smiled, and looked across at Beth without a care in the world.
And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

First Published in Dual Coast Magazine Issue #3

NOTE: I've written a few short stories, but this one is special to me. It was well received by my family, and I was so excited to discover it was accepted by a magazine. It was my first non-poem to be published.

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December - A Time to Remember

December – A Time to Remember

Deep into Fall, as brown wrinkly-faced leaves wave adieu
Ebony evening sky twinkles with rhinestone-studded stars
Chilly winds blow … a sign that winter’s just next door
Erubescent sunsets flaunt their majestic golden crowns
Mingling with gray and white patches of layered cotton-white clouds
Beautiful, ruling planet Jupiter aligns with Venus and Mars
Ever the auspicious harbinger of wisdom, prosperity, and power…
Reminding my mother of the day I, her first child, was born.


12-06-2015

Contest:     Any Poem Written on your Birthday
Sponsor:     Laura Loo
Placement:  3rd

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Birth Of A Swan



Out 
of the darkness

star-lantern’s beam finds an awakening dream - 
a strewn snowy stream 
gracing the depths of the black swan night


Earthbound

from the realm of the pulsing Polaris 

-- traveling through time zones 
of timeless inspiration to timeworn emotions --

snowdrops aquiver with purity and fluidity 
waft down in a shiver of night glow
with the pale softness of the first pearly plumage
through the ripening plum of a twilight turn 
rich in intuitive fertility
where points of illumination germinate 
on the Cusp of Prophecy 
and cultivate in the star-dusted zenith
of Capricorn


Inspirited

by the steadfast fire 
of the North’s guiding gold 
her solstice soul of innate sparkle - 
a whorl of Oneness in sky-dancing swirl 
ever enchanting the chilled expanse - 
lifts the sinking sun
and celebrates 
in a Winter festival of cosmic love
tilting the axis of polar points
re-balancing 
the swoon of the sun and the moon -
 
whispered gifts 
cast adrift like white-winged echos
lilt with the lightness of vesper hymns
resurrecting the youth 
in December’s dawning bloom
with renewed petals passion-dipped in rebirth;
flaring fingers of narcissus light lengthen -
bestirring dying embers in heartened hope’s hearths
and delaying the daily dim of scarlet-scarfed sunsets
radiate with lifeblood-promises 
of warming tomorrows


Unifying

luminous energy within and without
plush in the lush phenomena of Spirit and Nature
she comes to nest and rest on maternal sandy shores

destined to glide liquescent circles fluent in her transcendent love

E a r t h b o r n




Susan Ashley
December 20, 2018




~~~ the Birth Of A Swan is dedicated to my beloved mother, Alice. Her birthday was on the winter solstice, December 21, 1936. She embodied all that is revered in the symbolism of both the swan and the winter solstice, and will always be loved, cherished and missed by those of us fortunate enough to call her mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend ~~~



*black swan night: until their discovery, it was presumed that black swans did not exist and that all swans were white; hence the expression, a black swan, referring to something impossibly fantastic, or a phenomenon that occurs even though it had been thought to be impossible. In the context of this poem, black swan represents the unique nature of this rare night as an extreme event of good fortune*

*the paper white narcissus flower is the birth flower of December
and represents youthful innocence, faith and new beginnings*

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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long, coal black curly hair far down on her back, and 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with such bright
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of angelic content with
A glossy coat so radiant and sprinkled with pearls and diamonds.

Out of the woods she walks so quietly in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully, 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with an angelic guard; 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina speaks the animals’ languages
And this is an enchanted reality known only to the forest animals; 
The birds play in all their splendor so fine without sorrow and they 
Fly while Carolina—the “Fairy Maiden of this Enchanted Forest,”
Keeps watch carefully on the evening horizon while the snow falls
Now apace in the hope and wish for such a marvelous and majestic
Christmas—while in the distance the ground is now frozen frosted 
Hard and like shining and sprinkling silver in the mist until the very
“Rays of Enraptured Sunlight” break in the morning mist—this most
Wondrous image is at once so divine and fabulous to behold and 
Cherish as the annual “Spirit of Christmas” now comes alive again. 

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud— 
And then all of the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his “Red Nose” so beautiful, and oh so bright—                
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children—just like sweet-sounding little voices wonderful so in 
Dreams singing such celestial tunes while a bright light appears 
So magically on the horizon while planes from all over the world
Begin landing with such precious cargo like loads of neatly written
Letters from good little children—and with this joyous occurrence
Santa Claus begins calling his elfin troops into quick action while 
The “Leprechauns” do the heavy work as they are much tougher
But all the while the “Old Fighting Irish” in them reflects a softer
Side while the Leprechauns drink a drop or two or three of some 
Fine old fiery Irish dew to keep them both warm and smiling like 
The very wee Little Devil in them—so mischievous and all—but 
So content and happy to be part of such a delightful moment of                                      both memories and joy for “The Little Children of the World.”
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work 




 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)

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R I P - Santa

~Do you Believe~ 

Here's the little twist in my parents home
Spreading fairy dust since I was 3 years old
The prancing and dancing before Christmas Eve
Made it hard to keep an eye on my mother 
Who I've seen kiss Santa under the mistletoe 
The cookies and warm milk sit on top of a note
Dear Santa, THANK YOU FOR SPREADING JOY!!!

The baking, 
The Wrapping,
The Stockings,
The decorations and toys!
How, I treasured every magical moment
Until, I realized who left the presents under the tree
Once the Christmas Bell Fell
The fairy dust wore off leavening no magic behind
That year was a year I earned the "NAUGHTY" list

Even so, my parents continued with the white lie
Decorating and Pretending Santa was real
My bike on the list was missing that year
I refused to behave and believe in you know who?
The magic inside was gone and dead!

I was old enough to know it was all a lie
The cookies, the present, the Christmas Glee 
The naughty list was barely an excuse,
Because, Parents worked hard all year long
Encouraging kids to be good in order to make the "NICE" list
Christmas is nothing more than a gimmick to every market 
Using Christ and his birth as a reason to believe

BUT, the twist is not how I stop believing
The twist is a fizz, how I brought the magic back
Today, my kids sit and enjoy the presents under the tree
Baking and wrapping, hanging stockings by the chimney
The decorations and toys are worth every penny
Now, I'm the one hyper after eating a few cookies
Now listen, Kids listen well  -  Don't act surprised!
When you see mommy kissing Santa under the mistletoe


LOVE LINDA

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In the Dark of Night

As you all peacefully sleep
My heart is awoken by the darkness of the night
I slumber through this empty house
For I carry in me a heavy heart
I light a candle, then a few
The movie of my past now flashes before my eyes
I stare at the empty walls, where pictures once hung
I hear the ghostly voices of lovers past
I hear the silence of dreams escaped
A sad faced mime touches my shoulder
Whispers of I feel your pain drift out the open window
Alone
In the dark of the night

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Peace, Love, and God's Greatest Gift

Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind 

Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see 

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe 

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention 
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)

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An Outback Christmas


Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a  gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.

Meanwhile those more up to date logged on the internet
sending E mails to Santa to see what they could get
 Koalas draped high treetops with shiny garlands green 
 And furry possums lined their dens in golden glitter sheen

Wallabies joined in with bright balloons hung on their tails
All the crows tied streamers, cascading from the rails.
Kookaburras’ laughter changed to Christmas songs
While magpies and peewees piped along in throngs.

A wombat and a bandicoot made honeysuckle punch
The parrots came too early and drank’ til they got drunk
And when the’ Magic Pudding’ came to help with Christmas Dinner
His taste was so delicious he left a trifle thinner.

With a Kangaroo as Santa, his pouch stuffed full of cheer
hopping ‘round the outback in the hottest time of year
Just guess what all the drovers got- lots of ice-cold beer.

Suzanne Delaney


For Children's Christmas Poem Contest for Carol Eastman

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CHRISTMAS GIFTS

Christmas Gifts

Christmas time was lonely for this young boy.
He lived a homeless life upon the street.
Remembering before, when life held joy,
Inside, warm and cozy near a hearth's heat.

Snowmen always seemed to share such delight
That he thought he would build one near each home,
Maybe joining in a fun snowball fight,
Always creating snowmen in the gloam;

Sweet surprise for families unaware.
Giving the only gift he could think of
In building each snowman he took such care,
For it was his kind way to share his love.

These gifts brought him such happiness to see
Smiles upon surprised faces filled with glee.

ring size 6  purple, green or blue

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December

it's december;
holiday thoughts chill me
more so than this breeze
as it wraps me up
in winter's blanket

i want to be like the trees
colorless and bare
of everything
that weighs me down

i want to dance free
in the wind
not snap
like dead branches
in storm's fury

i'm snapping though
and it's only december
i can feel the weight
of winter's wrath
pulling me down
grounding me

i am falling
blizzard-like
more than a few inches deep
everything is turning white
fading fast
within death's grasp
i am december's ending

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DECEMBER DAYS

Skeletal trees stark and grey, bent over like old soldiers
Casting shadows in the low winter sun
Boughs groan with the weight of sparkling snow
Naked icy fingers beckon us in chilling wind
 
 
We trudge through mounds of glistening snow
 
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Falling playfully into the crisp crunchy snow
Creating snow angels with white wintery wings

Awarded HM in previous contest
10~28~15

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December

Drifting down to us as pearly flakes,

Ever drifting like a silver dream,

Comes that special time when faces gleam;

Earth‘s populace with good will awakes!

Merry is this end time of the year.

Bright are memories we make and keep.

Ermine-covered, nature goes to sleep.

Regardless, festivity draws near!

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Unbroken Reconciliation

18-12-1922.                    22-12-2018
A date of birth.               A date of rebirth
A male child.                   A female child
Tenth in line.                   Third then first
    Dead.               or.              Alive.

There was no reconciliation then-
No way I wanted to speak to you
It seemed right and safe then
to war with my genesis-
Son begat son,
Yet I was a daughter.
To you an entity
misplaced in being a beginning
The origin of your descent
into a hopeless future.
The twin boys had died-
Not your fault, not mine-
leaving to me
their inheritance-
You. My Progenitor.
A male. A father.
A lost boy to a father lost.

December life and death.
You were born and died in this month
Four years on
Your ashes and thigh bones, 
bits and pieces of you.
My ancestral flesh and bone,
flung floating over Draken's spine.
The range you sought to roam
was never an escape...
You took me up the chain ladder
strapped to my mother's back
with a blanket
I was six weeks old.
I felt nothing then,
your mountains in my blood.
Born to climb behind you,
your  mind in my memories. 
I chased your reticence, 
back- broken history.
Wild child to your wild Man.

Ten years on.
I broke through your dark clouds.
Cloaked in ambiguity,
Hate was angry love in denial-
A need to appeal frustrated
Appeasement aborted.
Case closed.
Thrown out of court-
We were both imprisoned
in Broken.
Dead and Very Much Alive.
Lost hope of acceptance.
Accepted.
A daughter thrown forward,
incompatible with your resolve
to quarrel with your quarrelsome past.

Today is a day of reckoning with your quota.
Those lost in time wars of yours.
You couldn't make it across the line
"compos mentis."
And I was only angry not being able
to get close to you-
the father and first man of my life
So I warred with you instead.
Desperate to not become you.
Broken like you.
Broken like your father.
And his father before him.
Broken begat Broken.
That's how I got here.

I've reconciled myself with that.
"Mens Sana in Corpore Sano."

YOU said it. 


22-12-2018.
Note: Breaking the cycle of inherited Brokenness is a personal choice. 
           It's worth it when your sons tell you just so. 
"Compos mentis"= Sound/ whole in mind.
"Mens Sana in Corpore Sano"= Healthy/sound in mind , Healthy/ sound in Body.
(Two of my father's favourite sayings.)

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Infinity feat: GeorgeLuis

GeorgeLuis: Deep demons breaking my heart
But I'm still smiling, trying to play the part 
Time, time ticking in my head
Now life is like walking on a thread
Feeling alone, God send an angel instead 
Real purpose of smiling again? Is there new love waiting ahead?

My angel keeps me company
Her love is my astronomy
Knowing every little thing she would do for me
Like I'll die for you, you die for me
I know one day I'll die in your arms
My love is yours and your love is mine
And I hope for you this is not only rhymes
You begin to notice my feelings give energy
My love for you is now until infinity

Xavier: Hopes of something new
No lovers in my view
Though my options are plenty, I'd rather be with you
She doubts we can be serious
My heart keeps me curious
Let rumors hold me hostage, with drama there's no healing us
Tears flow down your cheeks
Your past has you weak
We can take off high speed, leave the baggage in the street
Have I convinced you enough?
Or am I running out of luck?
I'll untwist us from the wire, if we ever become stuck. So what's up?
Attempting to charm, I share thoughts deliberately
My love for her is now until infinity

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Winter Acrostic

Wind and frost have come to bite our noses while 
Images of glistening snow sparkle in the moonlight.
Nights in this valley have brought us a taste of heaven,
Tranquil scenes we see while taking our evening stroll.
Everyone in their houses getting ready for evening in silence,
Reaching home we cuddle drinking cocoa by the fireplace enjoying winter.


09.30.2014
Judy Konos: The Lazy Contest 
1st

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- So Quiet Small Angels -


     I find myself whispering 

     On my bird feeders small winter bird are eating

     They enjoy present meal in peace

     So beautiful they are

     Their chest in yellow, orange and green

     Tiny, tiny feet and hungry stomach

     They do not think about Christmas rush

     A little song of the wind crossing the plains

     I just spend some time in silence listening

     to a song from my small angels




      
     12.12.2014
     A-L Andresen :)
     Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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December Magic


December Magic


Christmas

Great time of joy

For our Savior’s birth while 

December ends to birth a brand

New Year


Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: A Quintain Christmas
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Traditional Cinquain 2-4-6-8-2 Syllables
Judged: 01/04/2015

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From our Deck-Front in December

From
our pink deck with a Jarra  cocktail table-set
We sit awaiting  sunset with an
 ‘Hawaiian absence’ of seagulls
As dusk comes  with violet echoes
across the spotted water,
from the resturaunts
 comes a wine hubbub - table- laughter

Mountains, marshmallowed
in occasional cloud on this still night- 
constant torchlight on quiet water
un-moving palms, paddle sounds

A swanky stingray drifts past

A shadowed water taxi 
and strangers who wave at us 


 Suzanne Delaney

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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.



Internal rhyme
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Best December Poems | Poetry

The Best December Poems

- Peace, Love, and Gods Greatest Gift -

The Invitation

December Magic

December Magic

Lady On the Church Steps

Treephoria

Never Out of Season - A Short Story

December - A Time to Remember

Birth Of A Swan

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

R I P - Santa

In the Dark of Night

Peace, Love, and God's Greatest Gift

An Outback Christmas

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

December

DECEMBER DAYS

December

Unbroken Reconciliation

Infinity feat: GeorgeLuis

Winter Acrostic

- So Quiet Small Angels -

December Magic

From our Deck-Front in December

Moon bridge