Best Time Of Year Poems
Beside the sea I stand alone
The water speaks in undertone
There’s in the air melancholy
I stand alone beside the sea.
The sky is veiled in shades of grey
My frame of mind in disarray
This train of thoughts has been derailed
In shades of grey the sky is veiled.
This time of year I think of you
Your presence missed, and then on cue
Emotions spill with every tear
I think of you this time of year.
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© 26th June 2020
We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same
I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes
They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall
Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls
They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy!
Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door
A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows
The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose
While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured
Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure
Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart
A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start
Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
“Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please
Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease
When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear!
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
~*~
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
Please come inside; see right away
the Christmas cards that I display
in the hall around a mirror.
I love this special time of year.
Then in my living room you’ll see
trimmed red and gold – a handsome tree
where loved ones soon will gather near.
I love this special time of year.
A table holds a manger scene.
Some shepherds and the Wise Men lean
to worship the Lord’s son so dear.
I love this special time of year.
On another table view
some figurines – more than a few.
There’s Santas, elves and snowmen here!
I love this special time of year.
Come to my kitchen. Smell the treats -
salty Chex mix and lots of sweets.
Let’s make a toast to bring good cheer.
I love this special time of year.
Nov. 30, 2022
for Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I smiled at you as you sang Christmas song
you stood enthronged by others, bringing cheer
my heart was sad; it thought of all that's wrong
and why must sadness come this time of year
My heart was not in tune to every note
To you alone I looked and tried to smile
The words of Christmas hymns I knew by rote
But happiness was missing for a while
I later saw you getting in your car,
and I came by to give you warm embrace.
I sensed that you were sad, even from far,
and then I saw the pain etched in your face.
Why did I have to ask when it was clear
the reason for the glistening of those tears
this Christmas was the first without her near
the mother you had loved down through the years
What words can soothe the aching of your heart
when pain is few months old and wound is deep
For healing takes its time, and will not part
And so for now my soul with yours will weep
Your mother was a woman full of love
I know you were the apple of her eye
and now turn tear filled eyes to God above
My dear, he knows your hurt and hears your sigh
The pain will ease, but it will never leave
I know, for I have lost my mother too
like you in dreams I see her, and I grieve
Though gone, their love remains for me and you
Remember, dear, for us God sent His Son
This time of year reminds us of His grace
For over death, the victory He's won!
Be sure one day you'll see your mother's face!
Eileen Manassian
Written for Jean Jack Kareh
December 15, 2017
It is that time of the year
When all the shopkeepers begin to cheer...
They've started the season sooner than before
In hopes that it will bring people to their store.
I am more tied to the traditions
Than I am to these indiscretions...
So it makes me go bananas
When Halloween is followed by Santas!
Who would have ever believed
That this kind of irreverence could be conceived...
It's not for glory, for thanks, or for wishing us luck
It is only that they want the almighty Buck!
As for me, I'll sit home and drink a beer
I never shop, until December 24th of the year.
Have a Merry Christmas!
It's that time of year
that Jews hold very dear
Called the 'High Holidays'
followed by Sukkoth
a sort of 'Harvest Ballet'
A good time to take stock
of how one uses the clock
To give the schedule a tweak
to change up one's week
So, I'll be posting a lot less
Let's hope for the best...
Then perhaps come back strong ~
Until then, good luck and so long!
~ Here's to everyone's health and happiness! ~
Frosty Time of year
A frosty winter tree
Jack frost cold as can be
Longing for warmth ~ spring
Who is that red head
Sitting in that tree?
Could it be an ancestor of
Heaven Leigh?
8/23/11 haiku/senryu
For and in honor of John Freeman’s contest “Natural and Beyond”
it is superbowl time of the year
when everyone's chanting a cheer--
the fans' smiles are beaming
while jumping and screaming;
one promising team will persevere
The elves were busy, packing up Santa’s red sleigh for his annual trip.
The year had been busy, as usual, for the residents of the North Pole.
With the last load on the sleigh; reindeer hitched and Santa aboard, the elves punched out on the clock.
Santa was aloft and on his way across the world; timing his deliveries on the sleigh’s new digital clock.
His fancy computer-driven sleigh had an encounter with a drone and he was glad to have the old one on this trip.
The reindeer flew Santa and sleigh to the tropics first; the South Pole.
He found it a bit peculiar that he had to deliver at a firehouse but, managed to easily slide down the fire pole.
Back at the sleigh, he read the list of stops and checked his clock.
He would get home in time for a nice shower and some hot cocoa after his trip.
The elves were up to greet Santa as he returned from his trip; a hot meal and cocoa, hit the spot and Santa bedded down after setting his clock; with a, “closed for the year”, sign on his lamp pole.
Christmas was my favorite time of year,
then she chose to leave with a tragic goodbye-
fearing not the end,
left breathless under a snow-capped Colorado pine…
o, December, December, why do i remember
what you gave to me during a holiday splendor
the darkest part is Christmas morn,
i remember her last gift opened
(it was from me)
a bucket full of sister stuff;
journal, hoodie- handmade card expressing my love-
but it never mattered, and the rain pitter-pattered
and now i am left battered and tattered
i try my best to celebrate the season devoid dread-
ask myself how i can finally let go when all i do is
hold onto woe with dear life,
hold on as if it was her last day of joy
(and it actually was - - -)
but trying my best never put me at rest,
now i have trouble feeling safe and blessed
Christmas WAS my favorite time of year,
then she chose death as her final farewell-
for seasons are strange when they change,
i crave to hear her resonating jingle bell;
Christmas, somberly –
leaves me unwell
for i shall await this Christmas morn-
praying my heart no longer torn
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12.14.19
The Darker Side of Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Raking the leaves high, than jumping in. Every now and then, disgusted when
you learn a dog beat you to it. Scary, hunched back cats, jangling skeletons,
Bobbing for apples, Rosy cheeks on your friends. Cupcakes in the classroom.
And, oh, that lovely moon!! Days gone by when you were permitted to burn the
leaves. Making use of the lack ot leaves to climb high into the sturdy elm trees.
Candy!! Candy corn, lollipops, pennies and nickels, running home with your
precious loot...oh, my. Most everyone with a new fall jacket...pencils, erasers,
rulers, and all those intimidating school suppies, covering text books with brown
paper supermarket bags. Darkness coming earlier... that marvelous feeling
when you jump in your bed, and it is so cold, until your body heat warms it up.
Scary movies on TV. A time when families actually ate together at the dinner
table. When sleep was never more than five minutes away, once in bed.
When the truthes and mythes about our country went uncontested. Smiles at
the table, oh, rats, the homework!! Didn't we do enough in school? Walking
home with books and friends. A time of innocence, a time of happiness. Oh how
sad today's children live in such a relatively drab world, or do they see it that way?
But, oh that huge, shiny moon epitimizes it the best. Go there? "Iz U Kra-Z?
When Superman and the Mickey Mouse Club were there to enertain you. And all
the cowboy shows. But Dad would put on Mitch Miller or Perry Mason, and he
came home exactly at 6 PM when Popeye was on. We'd run to greet him, who
knew, he might have a treat. Potatoes ever night. Smiles...No bipolar misery.
And oh, the beautiful moon!! I would stare at it most every night, so mysterious,
so majestic. So Autumn.
Autumn
A fine time of year
Its not the same as the other seasons, remember
Autumn has an exceptional allure and aroma
Autumn is the time when the elements are askew
Neither friend or foe,neither beast or beauty
Winter It's not the season I savor
The unwelcomed anguish
The atrocious winds and the inhumane iciness
and a yearning for daffodils to revel themselves
Springtime when nature will absolve itself of winter.
Arriving with a placid assuage.
Rapidly maturing into summer
The abundant days of summer,with its unkind heat
Days once ardent
Will soon quench us again.
Returning to autumn
A fine time of year.
standing all alone, dreaming of my life
wishing my father
was here beside my side,
we could have had a drink,
just to bring in new year,
but my fathers has past over
and he is not here,
guess a will have a drink for him
where ever he may be,
i know he is not that far
as still feel him beside me,
thinking of all the times
we use to sit and laugh
even when he screamed at me shouting
davy get in your bath,
wonder what he is doing,
in the youndering sky,
is he looking down on me,
with a twinkle in his eye,
how much a miss my dad,
but know soon to meet,
a hope he is the one waiting with open arms to greet,
will have a drink for you as your not around,
it was the body only of yours that they put in the ground,
many years have came and gone but always think of you,
more so at this time of year when god came calling on you,
i hope you hear my mind, and what a do think,
so a lift my glass to you my dad
and say let the new year begin,
my mind is starting to wander, as its getting late
thinking your waiting there, standing at heavens gate,
bringing in the party, as you loved to do.,
god dont know what he let himself in for, as your the party animal above,
but i know what ever you do it will be blessed with love.
will say good night as a raise my glass,
this is for the best dad i had,
happy new year where ever you may be,
as i know you will look out me,
It's here- that special time of year- once more,
when autumn leaves bid their farewell to trees
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
The velvet green that covered them before-
no longer kissed by summer's gentle breeze.
It's here- that special time of year, once more.
Such lovely, pastel blooms, the summer bore;
now sturdy plants of bright fall colors, please-
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
Along a path, or gracing a front door-
they can withstand temps lower in degrees;
it's here- that special time of year- once more.
The autumn paints new landscapes to explore
warm, burnished scenes before the winter freeze;
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
As autumn splays its red and gold splendor-
for sure, this beauty always will appease.
It's here- that special time of year, once more
to spread bright cheer o'er summer's old decor.
November 3, 2022
Premiere Contest: Third-Person Villanelle
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins