Best Sugarplum Poems
Deck the Yuletide Halls
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
Wreaths of Holly and of ivy grace the halls - a visitor’s delight
Red poinsettias – white or pink – surely memory’s treasures
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
A Snowdrop Tree, Jerusalem Cherry sugarplum visions of Snowberry White
Garlands twined of fir or pine in seasonal decorations endeavors
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
Evergreens wear twinkling lights against the winter’s withering might -
Frankincense perfumes the boughs and laughs in merry measure –
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights.
Christmas Cactus in neon blooms for a wond’rous sight
Cyclamen deck the halls along with colorful Yuletide heathers
Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather.
All nature bows before the Word who spoke their nascent birth in light
Strike the harp, join the Christmas chorus – joy, goodwill and peace invite
Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
By warming fires and in the apparel of amber scented candlelight.
12-8-20
Contest: Deck the Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May
"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"
A Dream: the 4th Christmas.
deck the halls
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten
where presents
a life
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at
frostily forgotten
tucked under
that big
beautiful
green fir tree
where all the dreams
of poets go
gold starred, tinselled
and angel mounted
ripe cherries
kissed
crassly
under mistletoe
Ah Christmas
capture me up
in your safe
magic arms
let me sip
the nectar from
your sweet eggnog cups
like Puck’s flower flows
on sultry lips
and eyelids
“love-in-idleness”
"The juice of it
on sleeping eyelids laid
will make man
or woman
madly dote
upon the next
live creature
that it sees”
poet or pup
crimson berries crushed
against a velvet tongue
bedazzled and
bewitched
fires crackling
logs like legs
drop and wrap around
the flames
while in my dreams
I await beneath
the sugar coated
blankets of a bed
charmed by snowflakes
dusting houses in a row
through misted windows
where “paper people....
dream
their cardboard dreams”
“how unreal
the whole thing seems
can we be living in a world
that is made of paper mache?
Everything is clean
and so neat
anything that is wrong
can be just swept away”
inside is very still...
not shaken
like a snowglobe -
surreal
damned be
the dams of
Love-in-Idleness
where eyes reflect
your shadow
in my dream
like opium smoke
across cracked glass
remember how we
all once were
some beautiful happy
if we could just pull the chord
so fresh out of ...
class
rewind our time
rewind it
to yesterday
like a toy
across the
ocean bobbing
like a buoy
an Iceberg keens and cries
Nutcracker twirls
Sugarplum
Kris Kringle Kisses
Kalliope
Oberon...
reals
Titania in
Slo mo’
Magic
mmm
Romance
lacy
frosty
melting
snow.
An iceberg cries
in time with
Christmas eyes
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Paper Mache” / Dionne Warwick
https://youtu.be/85TK2Bia6w8
"There must have been some magic in
That old top hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around"
When duskfall glints across a lustrous arc
Deepening the green of our Yuletide pine;
My eyes capture this eternal wonder
As a ladder of bulbs surrounds the pole:
Joyful these hours , graced by a ritual
Every late October , Dad’s tradition
And I , an eve- daughter am still beguiled
By such gaiety so markedly engraved,
Adorning bright twigs with vintage décor--
Then a candle is passed , our wishes shared
While Dad tucks an angel crownng the top
Till Mom gathers us for sugarplum fare!.
Though older now this gift of ardor lives on
My family decking the Christmas tree,
Same time of the year, late October:
I hang gold baubles knowing that a presence
Lights among the sprigs, the winding branches…
For Mom and Dad are felt in this moment
By the glitter of pine, candles aflame,
A tree magic eclipsing all my seasons.
Christmas Tree Contest of Shadow Hamilton
12/13/2017
rambunctious conundrum
rambling about some dumb outcome
you can try if you want
but this guy can never be outdone
can't stop now, I'm having too much fun
don't like what you hear
you can find the exit
by collecting the sprinkled cookie crumbs
heaven is tasting
your honey pie kitty cat sugarplum
Adam's ale the sugarplum agonizing for it*
07.10.16
*A placer in a contest
only by a fluke did I manage
to worm winning trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into a an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the motley crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendents,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, andhandily did ap pear
and despite one hundred percent bug free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
d escribingclandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert,
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band aided elf(ves)
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when alias Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
code named Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally
besmirching her virginity
via coital cavorting
amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied
with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky gangnum style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
What Exactly is Christmas?
By: Caroline Knudsen
Christmas isn’t just about the presents you receive and the food.
It’s not based on all the cute decorations.
It’s more than that.
Christmas is about the birth of Christ.
The joy and love that spreads throughout the communities everywhere.
The giving; the wishes granted. The happiness people encounter.
Some people may wonder why people are so cordial and magnanimous around this time of year.
I will tell you this.
One person begins to go spreading good cheer.
And the best way to do that is singing loud for all to hear.
And soon those people begin spreading and spreading and spreading.
Once people get in the spirit people give people love, people celebrate.
So during Christmas time, we go around spreading good cheer,
so people can begin to give, to love, and to celebrate.
We all know that there are many people who are less fortunate.
People who cannot afford gifts or a tree.
Not even a home.
But during Christmas time, people realize it’s time to reach out.
To grab a hand, to grant a wish.
There are many organizations like Operation Christmas Child, Toys for Tots, Sugarplum Trees.
All of those corporations help do that.
Help grant a wish.
So during Christmas time, we decide to give, to care for someone who needs it.
In a little town called Bethlehem, a young Virgin named Mary came to give birth to her child.
But her child was not just any new creation.
She was going to give birth to Jesus the Messiah.
Not one room was empty on that night, but just a small barn.
And soon that night, she gave birth to our Savior in a manger. Something cattle ate from, our Savior was laid upon. So on Christmas day we celebrate Jesus’s birth.
So I hope by now you have learned that Christmas isn’t just about the presents you receive or the food.
It’s not based on all the cute decorations.
It’s more than that.
Christmas is about the birth of Christ.
The joy and love that spreads throughout the communities everywhere.
The giving, the wishes granted. The happiness people encounter.
Hot apple cider
Cinnamon savors
Gingerbread houses
Sugar and spice neighbors
Peppermint cocoa
Sugarplum favors
Gifting my tastebuds
With Christmastime flavors
12/13/19
For 'McWhirtle Me' contest
Sponsor: charles messina
As we headed with the shadows
Along the primrose path
You were bemused, you were afraid
You were alone
You let to live along with those
humanoids from the deep
Cursing you...
Yet you concealed your pain
With your smile that appeared so lone.
Once I misread your eyes
I lost my patience...
There I thought
I lost you forever
As thereafter I woke up
When I heard
You were crying all alone.
You heard me I was calling you
As I whispered your name
that traveled along with the wind -
I chanced to see you again
I sought to hear you again
I paced to walk with you again
I cherished to smile with you again
But all of a sudden
I lamented the words you said
Yet you cajoled me
As for the first time...
I realized...
I was afraid of losing you
When you will walk away to another life.
I tried to fight the humanoids
Those who cursed your life
Sometimes you misread me
And we bickered endless nights.
Yet we held each other tight
And tried to revel the days
with our playful acts
I enjoyed listening when you sung the 'Rik' rap,
You made me bellylaughed everytime
When you rhymed the 'honeybunch, sugarplum',
I spoke to you as long as I came to your dreams...
You made me to laugh out loud
When you mimicked my rude voice so accurately.
Thence you asgined me to be your knight
and you fronted a battle you wanted to fight -
I accepted and I was ready withal my armors
But all I lost
When I realized...my Queen's realm
was already occupied by those humanoids...
And my sword can't shed further blood
As my Queen is still living with her wounded soul.
I Wish where-ever you are
Be happy forever
And Still I know...
You can hear me
ANd so here are my last words
You will be remembered forever...
Lots of love,
Your Rik.
You are gluttonous, wrathful, and frigid
I’m always watching you, even as you sleep
We're killers with murderous instincts
I’ll annihilate all that hurts you, spit on their low life headstones
We’ll fill the grave yards, my psychotic sugarplum
Floating on surreal beams, you never smelt so enticing
You’re my deranged priestess, the faith healer I will always come too
I’m feeling raptorial and incubus
I’ll stuff you in my mouth, pull your hair, cut your wind slightly, and eat you out slowly.
My love your provoking wrapped in a filthy fashion, you are royalty
Let’s make the weak bleed through their throats
The murder of blackbirds sings are song during sunrise
Body bags full of rotten heads covered in sores
Their bones pulverized to dust
This is immortal condemned agony
Darling lets continue this unholy heaving
Bite my skin and drain me
Let me feel your loving emotion through your fingers
Please enter my mouth, while I hold your chambers with sweat and covet
Sing like angle frenzy, your nightgown is compelling
Beautiful and terrifying, let us be in suspension
...exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
(alternately titled untold treasured shenanigans of Santa)
his elves and reindeer discovered only
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed,
which crawl space required me to hunker
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendants,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, and handily did appear
and despite one hundred percent bug-free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band-aided elf(ves) hest
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
codenamed Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally besmirching her virginity
via coital cavorting amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
All night long: carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Penciled out: is the last day.
So tonight: is the right night.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with sugarplum themes,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing smiles as they get passed around.
I'll ask, is one for me?
You'll say: yes, more than one:
but you must wait till Christmas morning.
So calm down,
dream of things you desire:
hang your socks by the fire.
Leave Santa a snack
then go hit the sack,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing a smile that's passed around,
And we'll attend all the festive events,
at least the ones within our town.
On this eve, nerves are tingling.
Can you feel them?
In the air, bells are jingling.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
The sun shines in like honey
across a sugarplum lane
laden with icicles dripping slow
or freezing fast suspended un-dripped
where the water flows not
or does at the whim
of the sun, wind, and clouds
these days cannot last
but indeed it seems they do
yet the cold lays out a path
in which spring will soon walk
making happy the moments
born of sweet desire to be warm
in ways that only winter's child can know
so we find in that momentary sorry
the seed of tomorrow's joy
and as our toes freeze tonight
we take pleasure in knowing
some warmer pasture will bloom
when we can appreciate our life
that is how it feels to be
in the grip of love or loss
and in that grip we know
the pendulum will swing again
and that alone gives us some cadence
to appreciate the moment for itself
full and graced in every way
if only we can look through
beyond the mirror of our constraint
and see the pretty day rising
as it always does
Our holiday home decorated with Christmas bells.
Gingerbread cookies and all those seasonal smells.
The day is filled with Christmas cheer.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
A Christmas tree decorated in gold and red.
While vision of sugarplum danced in their heads.
The joys of Christmas keep famlies near.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
A holiday of blessing's and Christmas treasures.
Misteltoe and carolers are a Christmas pleasures.
Please don't cry those Christmas tears.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
On a special day the son of our Lord was born.
The day of faith,hope comes on Christmas morn.
On this Christmas day we can see so clear.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Christmas is the day of our Jesus Christ's birth.
He was born to save us sinners here on earth.
So remember his day and keep it dear.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
The night before Christmas I read them a book.
We heard a noise and ran to the window to take a look.
Time has passed and Christmas is finally here.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
Entered in Linda-Marie's"Welcome to my Holiday home"contest.
When you see sugarplum reindeer pulling, a chocolate Santa in a golden sleigh It may have not been the dragée little protégée when you dance with a ginger man, at his house when three Christmases, become a nightmarish hole, made of marshmallows. It may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug where fairies, spirits or witches have their way dreams and your papaw becomes grampus hell bent like Krampus it may have not been the dragée little protégée it may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug but you were bitten by a little thing called, the humbug