Best Noel Poems
a repost to celebrate the reason for the season
If all is lost and all is bleak
and new beginnings in life you seek
The future's empty,looking grim
Cast all your cares upon Him
Come,come,to Emannuel
rejoice in fellowship this Noel
Praise,Praise as blessings flow,
when Jesus Christ,you begin to know
When sorrow's sadness sears your heart
you need someone to take your part
If trials and troubles break you in two
turn to God,and be born anew
Come,come,to Emannuel
rejoice in fellowship this Noel
Praise,Praise as blessings flow,
when Jesus Christ,you begin to know
Sung to the air:Greensleeves
Inspired by the chorus of William Dix's carol 'What child is this...'
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.
A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,
She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.
But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,
The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,
Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?
She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,
But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.
Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.
And ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.
God bless you Chantel.
This is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne
I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen
In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright
And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
I am dreaming of a dark black Noel night
Where all babies experience and see while asleep
The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light
Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.
When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven
The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best
God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.
I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness
Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness
I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
While boughs and tinsels glide on trimmings
along a fireplace by the hall, the lemon-drop scent
of pine thrills : the air is cold; hearts are warm.
December night catches a sliver of merriment
from the grace of its jewelled cheer, as the blend
of white and gold weaves the lane of a city
shimmering with joy.
The stage is set for a baby-in –a- manger,
cuddled in thin wafers of hay, more tender
than lambs’ flesh, more bright than Magi star
bathing moist lilies from which they are grazed.
‘Tis a holyday of gratitude, when remnants
of the past are erased to cleanse trespasses,
in the name of mercy. For now, eve’s candles
slowly baptize the miracle of enlightenment
much richly praised.
Christmas Epic Poem, Leonora Galinta
by nette onclaud
Les Souvenirs de Noël – Translation of Joy Williams’s « Memories of Christmas » by T. Wignesan
(Joy Williams, b. 1942 in Sydney. Since she was born « fair » of skin, the authorities forcibly removed her as a baby to be placed in a children’s home, and at the age of 6 to be assimilated in a « white » institution. She later studied for a B.A. at Wollongong University in New Soth Wales.
Joy’s first born, Julie-Anne Joy, was taken from her at 10 months by the Aboriginal Protection Board. She worked for an organization called : « Link-Up » in Canberra with tentacles all over the continent whose prescribed aim was to bring together parents and children thus forcibly separated by the authorities. Joy, finally, « linked-up » with her family 42 years after enforced separation. – Info culled from K. Gilbert’s Inside Black Australia,
Penguin, 1988.) T. Wignesan, Paris, December 16, 2016.
Les Souvenirs de Noël – Translation of Joy Williams’s « Memories of Christmas » by T. Wignesan
C’est 16 heures la veille de Noël et je pense de toi.
Je m’amuse en rappelant de ce que tu as dit : Noël est pour les
enfants –
Je pleurais car je ne jamais étais un enfant.
Je vois un arbre, tout allumé des guirlandes de Noël,
J’aperçois la réflexion des lumières dans les yeux de mes enfants tandis qu’ils dansaient autour de l’arbre avec une anticipation joyeuse.
Je me demande ce qu’elle aurait pu être la vie d’un enfant.
Est-ce que mes souvenirs auraient pu être heureux au lieu de rien ?
Est-ce que mes enfants se souviendront de leur enfance ?
C’est le matin de Noël,
J’entends des cries de joie,
On m’a réveillé d’un sommeil agité et j’ai senti deux pairs de bras autour de moi,
J’éprouve le sentiment qu’on a besoin de moi.
Dieu, comme j’aime mes enfants !
J’essaye d’apprécier le Noël à travers d’eux, mais, à l’intérieur, je pleure,
Une nonne arrive avec une boîte de vivres et je me sens maladive et vidée,
Elle comprend ce que je ressens. (Mettez la boîte là, je dis.)
C’est le soir de Noël,
Je suis fatiguée.
On m’aime.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Nativity foremost
Next to the Christmas tree.
Numerous carols sung
Near twilight Christmas eve.
Nourished with special treats,
Nocturnes joyously played.
Namaste to the world.
December 23, 2016
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Note:
NOEL capitalized : means christmas
English speakers borrowed the word noel from French. It can be traced further back to the Latin word natalis, which can mean "birthday" as a noun or "of or relating to birth" as an adjective. (The English adjective natal has the same meaning and is also an offspring of natalis.). Noels were being sung in Latin or French for centuries before the word found its way into our language in the 1800s. The earliest known musical use of noel occurred in the text of a Christmas motet called "Nova vobis gaudia," which was written in the 1400s.
Namaste:
an ancient Sanskrit greeting still in everyday use in India and especially on the trail in the Nepal Himalaya. Translated roughly, it means "I bow to the God within you", or "The Spirit within me salutes the Spirit in you" - a knowing that we are all made from the same One Divine Consciousness.
If the doctor gave you a month to live
Could you keep that to your self?
Could you swallow your fear for thirty days
And keep your secret stealth
"You could possibly make it through Christmas", he said
"If there's chemo in your veins"
So she silenty took the treatment, once more
And still she never complains
She'd been in remission for seven years
But again it started to grow
Her children knew that the cancer returned
But her secret, they didn't know
She would only tell her brother the news
And he swore he wouldn't tell
So Christmas finally came and went
But it was to be their last Noel
Then on the tenth day of January
She took her secret to her grave
After she died her children were told
Of this sacrifice she gave
She wanted this Christmas to be the best
A Christmas like no other
For she didn't want her kids to be sad
This woman was my mother
hearts filled with good will
noel is a joyous time ~
mistletoe kisses
November 14, 2021
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Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice,
the darkest tidings of the year.
The birth of our Nazarene most likely
September 29th.
Like a used car dealer rolling back the odometer,
Pope Julius I moved Christ’s birth to
December 25th
to sign up more pagans
at the darkest tidings of the year.
For this, the Puritans never celebrated Yuletide,
a pagan holiday of sin.
Still, rituals of the festive season endure.
Sitting in solemn silence on the eve of every Christmas,
the Swedes turn their TVs to Donald Duck.
So too do the Japanese eat a bucket of KFC
while the Ukrainians decorate Christmas trees with fake spider webs.
In Greenland, men serve women whale blubber
and the Catalonian’s nativity scenes always
include a bare-bottomed pooping man.
These are the darkest tidings of the year,
Christmas is incomplete without them.
These are the devotions of Noel.
The first snow fell all angelic and white
We built us a fort full of snowballs to fight
The mailman rounded the corner much to his surprise
Two big fat snowballs dotted both of his eyes
The policeman was summoned all dressed up in blue
We got scared and decided we should just snowball him too
His face was beat red as he filed his report
Stomping all our snowballs and tearing down our fort
Then he led us back home had us each by the ear
Where up on the porch sat uncle Joe with a beer
The policeman told Uncle Joe he would lock us away
Uncle Joe stepped off the porch and made night of his day
Now here we sit in juvy and uncle Joe he is in jail
I reckon I’ll write Santa ask if he can post our bail
Or maybe send his reindeer to crash right through the roof
So we could fly up out of here, upon the golden hoof
If another snow falls all angelic and white
I’ll build me a snowman but l won't snowball fight
I can't seem to bring the contest up so I hope
I did this right. This carol is done to the beat
of "The First Noel"
Not everyone
Is having a Merry Christmas
Not everyone
In the masse
Is enjoying a happy one.
Many are attending masses
Many are shopping in the malls
Many are suffering in the hospitals
Many are busy in the classes.
Not everyone
In town
Is having a Holly Jolly Christmas
Not everyone
Has a crown
And a palace.
Many are sad
Many are mad
Many are carrying a cross
Many are sick and lost.
Christmas is about doing our best
Christmas is about working with the rest
Christmas is about Hope and Peace
Christmas is about Love and Feast.
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Hebert Logerie Saturday, December 24, 2016
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 a shock for the entire Diaspora!
Baby Jesus was different, that’s why
From the crèche they wanted to sacrifice and crucify
Him, their goal was to kill Him like a goat
Which they did, but He returned. It’s time to gloat.
The Messiah can be a subject of controversies
Deceptions, propaganda, polemics and inconsistencies
Oh! This is Noël, let’s rejoice and enjoy the feasts
At least and at last in this joyous season, let’s live in peace.
Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Using the snow to make white chocolate,
And we cheerfully waltz down a sponge street.
As we melt away in the sweet, sugary clouds,
I can't wait for our hands to meet!
Because you're so sweet, I'll make it bitter,
And I use more meringue that usual.
A kersch-flavored cherry carriage rolls in,
And to the next station, being careful.
Wearing the scent of lovely vanilla and with an Xmas ticket,
I buy your favorite tart at the Chiffon Cake Street shop.
I walk delicately to your home so I don't drop the cake,
So please wait for me as I skip on a gumdrop.
I stop at the candle fields,
Enjoying the bright colors, red, blue, and yellow.
I drink a glass of red juice,
Tonight is a special night where our love will grow~!
I won't take much more time to get to you,
I wonder if my cake is okay?
Wait, my reindeer is running away!
Flying with a red-nose express through the grey.
When the snow falls, it's a light acrylic pink,
My fingers are colored purple when I touch it.
I can't take your call right now, I promise though,
When I come, you'll get a big Christmas star tonight!
With a sugary frosting, I paint a heart on the tree,
Love will be in the air tonight.
So wait for me, I have to walk delicately,
I won't drop the cake, alright?
For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale competition
Horn
blows
velvet
mellow
Glistening dew
litmus
blue
Dark to midnight
testing
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Where can it lead to
Feed to
Or even recede to
Your guess is as good as mine
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Mystical face
Singular smile
speaking
Urgently
seeking
Eyes burning
Laser eyes burning
Image burning my soul
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Appearing in so many guises
So many surprises
See her behind every door
Appealing in so many guises
So many surprises
Sense her on every floor
Warmth of face
Hint of embrace
Her growing
Her knowing
Her so-easy going
Sighing in the dark
Lying in the dark
Lying at midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
Lying without you
Lying about you
Wondering
Horn
blows
Sighing in the dark
velvet
mellow
Lying in the dark
Glistening dew
litmus
blue
Lying at midnight
Dark to midnight
Wandering
Lying with you
without you
about you
Wondering
Dark to midnight
Wandering
Dark to midnight
Dark to midnight
Dark to midnight
Noel is in the air, loving Christmas in every instance and circumstance.
Feeling excited about upcoming activities of mirth and merriment.
Silver bells are gently ringing all over the city, and enthusiasm mounts.
My heart leaps as I look into the air seeing the Christmas cherubs….