Best Merriest Poems
Dream up another Christmas:
with snowflakes softly falling as tiny fragments of a comet,
that have traveled a millennia of light years,
to reach your cold hands awaiting their warmth,
before someone else sees them descending like fireflies...
And with the merriest,
envision a garden of winter's flowers:
with lovely orchids, lenten roses, honey suckle and amaryllis;
and pray that the blizzards will not trifle with your affections,
and bury them under its deepest snow...
And which other gift can surpass this?
Showers of the smallest comet:
running across the December sky,
a splendid display of a thousands lights,
through long streams of glowing dust...
Dream up what you wish and desire,
because no other season is jollier,
as you put up that Christmas Tree
by the widest window, looking over the snowy street, to thrill everybody;
and wouldn't the tiniest star land on this evergreen's tree top?
And with the merriest spirit marvel at the scenery of a sensational and glorious night,
which is really cold, but pleasant to watch with the blithest eyes,
to witness the appearance of a star that will brighten what was lusterless;
and wouldn't we be glad for the coming of the mightiest of kings...a King who will dwell
among us! And He will speak kindly of His Father living in the highest Heaven...
Virtuous lilies
Merriest bluebells
Fragrant roses
All these she sells
Approaching
each passing car
Displaying her wares
Wishing on a star
She was the merriest mermaid in the deep blue sea
Wish a swish of her tail, she showed how happy we could be
We other mermaids followed her about, looking for a key
To how she could retain her sense of delight; which confused me.
Her laugh tinkled across the waters with bubbles to behold.
She was excited about everything her life was big and bold.
We all wanted her confidence that would never grow old.
She was our leader, a joyful enthusiastic mermaid with a heart of gold.
Get your enthusiasm back,
these have been lonely times,
some of us have cried in solitude:
we have lost the strength of our hack...
looking for a substitute;
it should be our merriest
Christmas around: let's put
garlands and lights on our trees:
let's go around it and dance!
It should be the season of the kindest deeds
to help the needy and those shedding tears;
kindness brings a smile to the saddest heart,
why be hostile to the unlucky ones?
I've walked in their shoes,
never seen a bright light:
my only comfort was Christ!
It should be our merriest Christmas around;
no broken hearts with shattered dreams,
no beggers with teary eyes,
no children without mothers:
only joyful faces that spread
goodwill and the true meaning
of Christmas to all Humanity!
Have Merriest Christmas of All
Pull things out of hats and may be a mystic
But sooner or later must start being realistic
When together both God and I will soon go
Should see everyone's curiosity start to grow.
When I hold God's hand looks like open space
And of His presence cannot see or find a trace
Yet I still so faithfully know He is still there
Answering dreams appearing from everywhere.
Remember bike you wanted Santa to bring
And of all things wanted more than anything
If to God soft, sweet song you were to sing
Into your life beautiful things He will bring.
After prayers, God would not leave me alone;
I wanted a cute computer and also a cell phone
And do you know what I really liked best of all
Is when she would take me to the shopping mall.
This was when I drove my poor mom insane
When in shopping center gave me free reign
Of things I should order or end up buying
On God's best judgement I was now relying.
Then again remembered things I did adore
God said to buy them and give to the poor
And those things which I wanted so much
Was to let blind have and feel toy's touch.
How happy I currently will be and am now
Always knowing that I will get by somehow
And now matter what is or so it seems
What I wanted was fulfilled in my dreams.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Have the merriest Christmas of all.
I actually had goose pimples after
God helped me write this poem.
Word became flesh
Dwelling among us
Shining His glory so divine
Quickening and illuminating
Heaven’s oil that heals and sets us free
His Word alive and never fails
Feast on it this Christmas and cheer
Speak the Word and surprise fear
Listen carefully to the different beat
And this will be your merriest Christmas!