Best Twas Poems

Twas a full moon shining on a cool summer night
And hound dogs were howling at its silver shadowed light.
I heard but a whisper on the cool evening breeze,
Twas the voice of a woman I used to chase and tease.
 
Our love was forever, at least...

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'Twas the night before Christmas
when I and my groom
finally found a motel 
but with just one room.

My groom was in the bathroom -
leaving me alone-
so that he could douse himself 
with some cheap cologne.

I - in my red negligee -
thought of bump and grind,
visions of...

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Twas the night before christmas 
and Christ was left out,
with no peep of the Good News,
no mountainous shout.

Stockings were hung 
by the chimney the same, 
but no one made mention 
of the Savior's name.

On this sacred night
there were still shopping plans.
Their heart was poured out
through...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and I didn’t care;
I had dozens of latkes I had to prepare.
The menorah was ready, with candles to light,
Waiting there by the window, a wonderful sight.

The presents were wrapped and I lined up the dreidels;
The soup was a’bubble, with floating...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and once in my bed,
no visions of anything 
danced in my head.
The night – uneventful -
no kids bothered me.
No sound of small feet
rushing out to the tree!

My husband lay snoring
at least until ten.
I put on some TV
just waiting for when
my daughter,...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, I was almost asleep
The house was so quiet, you could not hear a peep
I woke from a loud crash and a knock at the door
It must be my late delivery from the corner store

To my surprise St. Nicholas was standing...

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'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE...

'Twas the night before Christmas
All the kids were in bed
I looked at 'her'  face 
And liked the look that I read

Just when things began to matter
I heard the real ugly sound of a clatter
I thought it was probably the kid next...

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He knows if you are sleeping,
He knows when you're awake,
He knows if you've been bad or good.
Zombie Jesus must be staked!

So eat your crackers and wine,
And think that you'll be saved,
But that's not why he's here because
Your brains are what he craves!

He'll never stop his...

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‘’twas all wild—All wind, All shores:
Seas were brewing savage storms;
Rambling clouds were moving thunder—
Thunder herself, did her chores…
 With white, foaming, briny waters—
The fleet of men crossing them—
Howling Capes and crowing Bergs
That ever saw trespassing them,
Witnessed the lot being washed—
The visor of Mercy being cracked…

The...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, I’d forgotten the sprouts
So I sent out a plea to the local boy scouts
I’d remembered the crackers, the turkey and ham
but my guests would expect sprouts, so I was in a jam

The scout leader admitted that I was in a...

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Twas the site before Christmas
and all through the place
All the poets were writing
happy thoughts to embrace

They sprinkled each stanza
with seasonal things
Like Santa Claus, candy canes,
five golden rings

All phrases were penned
with a holiday gleam
As sugarplums danced
in the midst of their dream 

With Frosty the Snowman,
live wreaths...

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‘twas the night I met you.
A heart-stopping glorious man,
Possibly an Angel abandoning Heaven to master the art of earthly sensuality.
With dazzling electric blue eyes locked with mine,
Star-struck - I was breathlessly captured.
Too paralyze to move or speak,
I fell under your spell with pleasure.
And for that...

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( T`WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS )

T'was the night before Christmas 
and all through the land, 
there where these two children 
so simply so grand. 

And all through that night 
they could not fall asleep, 
they were both too excited, 
so they got up with...

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*Image of Tree, Sunrise, Birds, Mountain by Pixabay.

'Twas Joy Quite Speakable

Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,

Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,

Behind them...

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'Twas the night before Christmas at my house
when I heard a noise I knew wasn't a mouse.
My son was fast asleep, safe in his bed;
through his window, I saw a flash of red.

I thought raccoons were causing this uproar,
I know what they're like; I've heard...

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