Best Ornament Poems
"I shall be like a tree,
planted by the rivers of water,
to bring forth fruit in season,
my leaves shall not wither;
and whatever I do will be good."
Psalm 1:3 (in my words)
My thoughts are a magnet reflecting . . .
my thinking has wings . . . an innate magnetic signal
feelings of grace and gratitude brings me infinite power
it is the law of attraction
positive images I hold within are my strength
for good attracts good
~ I pour out my treasure of knowledge like gold
and wisdom like silver . . . I give it freely
to lead you from a path of darkness ~
remove the chains from around your neck
the anguish and negativity holding you
from a happy path of life
keep mercy and truth in your heart
for the like-minded to find
~ the butterfly is my spirit animal
so, I welcome change and wear a crown of peace
I pick up my pen to write excellent things ~
I speak words like ruby treasures
turn away from pride, arrogance and evil
will not become the prey of hunters
truth is a lamp . . . hate only brings bitterness
what I say or write is not governed by others
let good be your magnet . . . let magnetism captivate
send good thoughts . . . and they will come back
a hundred times strong
~ think good thougths and you will not cry at the gate
of heaven . . . the gate will open wide
find the tree of life and the path to gratitude and love
and your steps will not stumble ever . . .
. . . and your sleep will be sweet ~
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October 21, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/the ornament of grace
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1496-007-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Posted to Facebook 10/28/2022
Written for the Premiere contest, Our Innate Magnetism
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/27/2022
First Place (Trophy win)
hang you ornament
from your tree
but don't you shine
until you hear
from your maker
fall
then remain fallen
it is my turn
I am Alma
The Ornament
A cold December morning,
sparkling air so clean
We hold a tiny ornament
a snowflake crystalline
Suspended by a wire,
a’ glisten in the light
Searching for the perfect tree
to hold it ever tight
An image so created
for all the world to see
In winter formed illusion
of snowfall majesty
Along a trodden pathway
a wooden footbridge calls
Initials carved the railing
neath whispered leaves a’ fall
An evergreen does shimmer
‘pon branches flows the breeze
Magnificent it beckons
among the many trees
So chosen for its beauty
along the water’s shore
To place this silver snowflake
to last for evermore
A symbol of the season
and love to share this scene
Affection fills this gesture
now swept within a dream
For in this forest setting,
a little peace to find
Does sit within this snowflake
to tell the world you’re mine
As spring shall bring the roses
and summer, days so warm
Fall, the vibrant colors
come winter we are born
And every year that follows,
if you accept my hand
An ornament the world will see
on each tree in the land
piercing opposition
female mutilation
adorningly so
***
I love decorating the Christmas tree
And lingering in ornament memories
A snowman I made
Back in 2nd grade
Reminds me of childhood glee and snow dreams
11/14/11
Susan Burch
There once was an ornament named Al
He loved to hang around with his pal.
To pick up a date
They often left late.
So the gals hung around fem fatale.
From a therapy tree they would listen.
Late Al never knew what he was missin’.
Bi-polar snow man,
Hit Rudolf with flan.
Santa gave Elf the new job of kissin’.
Christmas therapy session soon ended,
The old snowman outdoor remained frosted.
Santa ran out and squealed.
Now, I know I am real.
Snowballs flew through the air; boy exhausted.”
Al and pal alas came for their date.
The gals refused to go; it was late.
When laughter was found,
They all hung around.
Until the Christmas tree met its fate.
12/26/2016
It was just like every other year
Trimming trees with holiday cheer.
Like practiced dancers, we went around
Knowing by heart every carols sound.
There were smells so sweet, but I knew them all
From the cooking of ham to Grandmother’s shawl.
I sang like the others while popcorn was strung
Not really noticing when the door-bell was rung.
We were easily absorbed in familiar footpaths
Following traditions from generations past.
No one had noticed what it had become
Something we did for the sake of having been done.
From a small box another ornament came free
A candy-cane heart was placed on the tree.
It was a strange thing to see him come through the door
With a cheerful smile and something much more.
I don’t understand why he came to me
Huddled shyly behind the tree.
There were words about merriment and spreading the cheer
And; “For you, my dear, I have something here.”
A little box wrapped in a red bow
Catching the lights with an enchanting glow.
I looked to him with pleading eyes
Wondering what was beneath this tinfoil disguise.
I should wait until Christmas, I was sure he would say
But the look in his eyes gave him away.
With a nod of his head I gave a light tug
Feeling it loosen that was tied with love.
I slid the paper away just a crack
Enchanted by the shimmer that greeted me back.
Inside a glass box with a frosted design
A round green ornament sat with a shine.
I marveled and awed at the glittering shade
Of a woman, a lamb, and a bundled up babe.
There was confusion at first at the image it held
Nothing alike our reindeers and bells.
But I smiled at it and the comfort it brought
And the spell of wandering, happy thoughts.
I was too young to know what it meant
But that giving man lent more than he sent.
The spirit of Christmas wrapped in red love
Of all of my ornaments it still hangs above.
There’s more to Christmas than we often see
But that Christmas Eve insight was given to me.
It isn’t the food or the gifts that we give
But the spirit of love by which we live.
Given to us by a man that once was
Born to be killed because he loved.
For you I've awaited a lifetime
in whose heart is clarity
every virtue in you is realized
individual traits of a rarity
Your foresight understands ages
like gems your facets reflect
every spectrum covered rainbow
in the things you did not neglect
You have focused upon the real life
sought the finest treasures to find
found the path to eternal glory
your approval by God kept in mind
Every essence of your person I savor
like sweet smelling smoke of incense
you have kept your garments of whiteness
and washed your hands in innocence
In every course followed your Master
did seek every lesson he taught
applied them with skill and precision
and reigned in your every thought
You listened to every Word spoken
and dug into the mysteries ground
wrote them upon the flesh of heart
your possessions as they were bound
You have removed all that's discordant
polished every jewel to a shine
placed them in a filigreed setting
the traits that will last for all time
How carefully you took in instruction
each quality conformed to what's right
did arrange a garment worth wearing
each quality lustrous in light
Your baring of it's graces are lovely
within your heart there lay no fraud
I've exalted you with rejoicing
You have put on the Love of our God
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
At the rise of the sun-
I saw a flower stretch long,
Her vein glows,
And her barge of charms violently grows.
Shiny is the face
That allures Antony to its rays.
For her juicy nectar,
Pests gather.
In the community of her peers-
Her beauty is their fears.
As her skin’s opulence-
Transcends the rainbows
Caesar ticks for her intelligence,
Ptolemy sighs for her magnificence.
Like stars her grandness brightens
And infinitely heightens
Ramses II in his stance saw none,
Even Olympus in it majesty harboured none.
A type known to caterpillars,
But a kind kept from locusts.
Season of Olympus’ gate.
I bought a pickle ornament for Spence.
The boy just loves his pickles, makes no sense.
So with this glass dill pickle
His spirits I will tickle.
Hope this is among his best ornaments.
for PD's Pickles & Tickles limerick contest
An ornament fell
Quickly to the floor
An angel object
She holds a lantern
Held held high in her hand
When the angel fell
The lantern came off
When the angel fell
I grabbed the scotch tape
Now the angel fixed
She is good as new
I always considered you littered my home,
Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves.
The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome,
I leave them there, a memory of ourselves.
And in gay Paris, you just went mad with joy
Those miniatures saucers, jugs and a vase,
Insisting each was her special lovely toy,
Dainty trivialities, there's no more space.
But without Limoges, can one live a true life?
She packed them carefully thus to take back home.
Porcelain I had to pay for my dear wife,
How tired I was, each elegant shop to roam.
Such charms, rings, bracelets, miniature houses
Lured by magnetic charms, earrings and pendants,
From Upim*, Milan she bought tens of blouses
At Lafayette, I waited in attendance.
She's left me with all these little ornaments
Beautiful up to a point I must admit;
Shall I cherish them for what each represents?
Give to charity or leave them in my writ?
NB Upim is a superstore in Italy.
Christmas Pets-- Mittens the Kitten Cat that's Her Gold Ornament
As I watch Mittens the Cat
She meows at me
And if she could talk
This is what she snared..
" Meow...Oh, I’m calico kitten with the golden
Ball, Shiny and golden I’ve chosen.
"Don’t squeeze it to hard"
" Golden yellow does shine,
meow, kitten guess it’s all thine"
Now glitter, glitters kitten’s paws
Watch out for glitter scramble
"Meow, My golden glitter ball
Be mine now see
This ain’t goin back on the xmas tree"
I got this.................
this is the story of my Christmas pet.....
“Meow”
12/19/18
Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
~Contest Winner Medal 1~
ANTIQUE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT
An old-fashioned bell that Grandmother send.
Her last old antique Christmas ornament.
Rounded bell, with recessed grooves,
so out-dated, yet still to use.
Place me high upon your tree.
Hang me low for all to see.
So those who come can appreciate me.
I thought you'd toss me out of sight
when your children unwrapped me
that Christmas night.
But with a caring touch,
a tiny bobby pin,
you attached to my top
like a chosen friend.
Each Christmas I held you in my hand
you transported me to another land,
where Grandmother lives
and Grandmother smiles.
Then I remembered you
as I did as a child.
Gingerbread men with candy canes,
forgotten stories with old family names.
Grandmother's thoughts are now from above.
More important than things,
for she left them with love.
Janet Marie Bingham
They who march on storms, who poke fingers into the rocks
And roll their faces at the sun eyeball to eyeball,
Beat their chest with a seal of "never say never"
They invoke the wrath of danger only to scorn its
Reddish looks. They have their palms greased.
They know no retreat so they have their days tied to
Threats. They ply their pride on seasoned ventures.
Ordained monks of risks , stoutly poised for capricious whims
Have their sanctuary exalted by the reins of time.
Amidst the clammiest world of rage they embellish
Courage with forgiveness- a relief to a famished spirit
Those who dare it rekindle the wine of strength.
They whom it is meant (though) may know not have their
Paths blessed and brightened.
Fresh rays resound the brave when tampered with the glowing
Sparks of mercy.Forgiveness is the ornament of the brave,
All who toe this path enrich the milk of creation.
Forgiveness lightens the yoke of the brave.
Engrave this O mighty heart in your stout jaws.