Best Hopechristmas Poems
My senior retirement was the completion of a phase in my life,
I discovered my love for writing.
My poems would appear in anthologies,
There for someone else's pleasure.
I would achieve heights difficult to comprehend,
Reaching the William Shakespeare level.
To publish books, a dream come true,
I would invite relatives and friends to read about my experiences.
Knowing I have had very fulfilling chapters in my life,
To continue to discover my love for playing the piano.
My parents' lessons at the Royal Conservatory,
Appreciated at a senior level at teas.
With a repertoire of church,classical,contemporary,popular,and Christmas music,
I would continue to discover crafts, like knitting and making necklaces.
Participated in bazaars and craft sales,
Socially church and choir guested.
To be complimented by good neighbours,
The blessings of being involved with our very own Christmas Choir.
Which sang beautifully complimented with tea and cookies,
I became a hostess with excellence.
Blessed with days with my handsome and beautiful relatives,
Dinning together with exempliary reunions.
A love for fashions as a senior guested,
Beautiful walks along the conservation area.
Slimness is next to Godliness,
Being senior continues to be an excellent passage to tomorrow.
Author Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
ceizars dream
why do you have to be so far away
it just going to be another cold winters day
with out you here by my side
presents to wrap
food to buy
drink to feel funny around the burning fire
face alight,smile's and laugh's for one and all
pictures taken
moment's that will last forever
champagne bottle ready to pop
Glass's on the stand still
for a Christmas thought ,for diamonds for the Lady's love for all the beautiful
clouds above
for winters glint, for all to see
for this is Christmas for me
the night walker 30Th November 2010
Away in a manger no crib for his bed
Christmas is the greatest story I’ve read
A God for a father it was a virgin that gave birth
To the greatest blessing that ever walked this earth
People from all nations every race and creed
Reflect for a moment on what others may need
Before I start on the presents or share in the glee
God I humbly thank you for sending your son unto me
I do wish you all a Merry Christmas and I ask you all to pray
Remember the shelters when the giving spirit comes your way
Even the most adamant nonbelievers whether they admit it not
Knows Christmas is the most blessed day that every year has got
I wrote this poem for Brian's Advent
Poetry contest. The Homeless shelters
are always in need of donations this
time of year, Please consider helping
them if you can. God Bless, MJ