Best Twelfth Day Poems
"12 Days of Christmas Craves"
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
12 twinkling tiaras
Eleven emerald elephants
Ten Tiffany trinkets
Nine naughty negligees
Eight echoing elves
Seven sequined stars
Six sexy singers
Five fake fingernails s s s
Four furry foxes
Three tingling tamborines
Two turtledoves
And peach tree in pail via e-mails s s s.
*For P.D.'S 12 Days of Christmas.
*Written by: Linda-Marie "Sweetheart".
What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.
Remember the Alamo
My fellow Texians hear what I say
your courage inspires and leaves me in awe;
as I humbly stand before you today
your gallantry from which my strength I draw.
Sant’ Anna’s troops surround this mission’s walls,
and from this bout we face, there’s no escape;
we’ll fight to death until the last man falls,
and with the blood we shed, the fates we’ll shape.
For friends and fam’lies our lives will avow
the future hopes and freedoms they’ll attain,
and when the final man has made his bow,
please know that we will not have died in vain.
Our deeds here will forever write their scripts
when “Remember the Alamo” leaves their lips.
September 18, 2020
After a soft spring shower last night, the air was washed clean
And saturated mother earth brings to life nature's bounty
Wisteria, Jasmine, and Azeala's scent wafts perfuming the cleansed air
Last night's accompanying thunder and lightning
Brought nitrogen that restores green to grass, plants, and trees
Now renewed shades of green dot the rolling hills, dashes of soft color those spring greens
A gentle zephyr stirs the leaves refreshed from the moisture and rich nitrogen air
Now hidden within the once barren limbs a tiny bird's nest nestled with care
Soon baby birds will emerge to feast on seeds nourished from this spring shower
A gentle spring shower is a blessing for man, earth and beast
Refreshing, restoring, and nourishing so all will be able to eat
Spring showers put in store water to carry the earth through summer's heat
Out on the porch to enjoy air washed of pollen, cleansed, and refreshed
And hear the birds sing at their very best
Last night's soft spring shower assures their life will be blessed__
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest: Spring Showers
Written this twelfth day of April 2013
On the first day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
a wet nose on my cheek
On the second day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the third day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the fourth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the fifth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Five walks a week, four poopy piles,
three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the sixth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles,
three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the seventh day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week,
four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and,
a wet nose on my cheek
On the eighth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and
a wet nose on my cheek
On the ninth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the tenth day of Christmas Ziggy Gave to me
Ten long nails, nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the eleventh day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
eleven muddy paw prints, ten long nails, nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, six running zoomies, five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the twelfth day of Christmas Ziggy gave to me
Twelve warm cuddles, eleven muddy paw prints, ten long nails, nine new stuffies, eight times a begging, seven gassy farts, six running zoomies,
five walks a week, four poopy piles, three loud barks, two paws for shaking and a wet nose on my cheek
On the first day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, pee-pee under my tree
On the second day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the third day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the fourth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the fifth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, five gnawing rings... four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the sixth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the seventh day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the ninth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the tenth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, eleven barks of griping, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, twelve new puppies coming, eleven barks of griping, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.
You said your divine right was to claim it
But still, your request I turned down
It was then that you thought it reasonable to incapacitate me
For your mission sooner to carry out.
The first step you took was my voice to silence
The second was my legs to immobilize
Thus mute and paralyzed, you fancied, I couldn't resist
So your prize would quickly be obtained.
For five days, in total muteness and bedridden, I remained
Yet, a gallant fight I put up to escape your embrace
But all my efforts in vain appeared to be
As the gates of eternity, I could gaze.
Late on the fifth day, a doctor of great character and skill,
He decided to empty the Hematoma formed next to my brain
Thus, a foot-long Craniotomy performed with great care
Hoping you, oh, death, to chase away.
Although now, slowly, I am recovering
Anticipating a few more years of life to enjoy,
I know very well in my heart, oh death,
That we together would be one blessed day!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 November 2021
* This is a biographical poem that narrates the events that took
place between the twelfth day of October and the first day of
November in the hospital!
September, I‘m asking you, “please don’t come.”
I can’t take the heartbreak every year.
I need something to make me numb.
Let me see if I can make this more clear.
>>>>>>>
This is the month that he and I wed.
The twelfth day was one of the best.
It was so much fun, looking ahead.
I felt we were wonderfully blessed.
It’s also the month, that he was created.
On day number thirteen.
From the first of the month he anxiously awaited
his birthday cake and ice cream.
Two thousand and one was a horrible year.
Of coarse, in that month we got the news.
We found out from the doctor our greatest fear.
His life, he was going to lose.
The cancer was growing deep down inside.
Nine months of treatment he took.
When he lost his hair, I remember he cried.
In the mirror, he didn’t want to look.
But I still thought, he was so handsome.
Hair just didn’t matter to me.
The hardest part was watching him succumb
to cancer, the deadliest disease.
Two thousand and three was the worst year of all.
Five days short of his fiftieth birthday,
On the eighth of the month the Lord came to call
and took my sweet husband away.
>>>>>>>
So now maybe you can understand.
Maybe it doesn’t seem so dumb,
when I take you by the hand and ask you,
“September, please don’t come.”
On the first day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . a cut-rate Canadian Pharmacy
On the second day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . two insurance quotes
On the third day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . three free credit scores
On the fourth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . four grow your *****
On the fifth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . five thousand dollars guaranteed!
On the sixth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . six extended warranties
On the seventh day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . seven stock alerts
On the eighth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . eight work from homes
On the ninth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . nine Nigerian emails
On the tenth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . ten get out of debts
On the eleventh day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . eleven singles meet ups
On the twelfth day of Christmas, net spammers sent to me . . .
. . . twelve hot Asian brides
His young bride took the Twelve Days of Christmas to extremes it seems!
His true love kept piling on strange things well beyond his fairest dreams!
On the First Day of Christmas she gave him a shovel for shoveling snow.
On the Second Day of Christmas she gave him a fifty-cent jug of Red Bordeaux.
On the Third Day of Christmas he was presented with a scruffy mutt.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas he received a one-way ticket to Terre-Haute.
On the Fifth Day of Christmas she graced his skull with a silly beanie cap.
On the Sixth Day of Christmas she handed him an African contour map.
On the Seventh Day of Christmas he received a used Michelin radial tire.
On the Eighth Day of Christmas he was stunned to get a strand of barbed wire.
On the Ninth Day of Christmas he got a life-membership in the Red Hat Society.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas a collection of horseshoes, a most bizarre variety.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas a parrot that spoke naughty words so gross.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas he got the Visa Card bill leaving him morose.
He was underwhelmed by all this useless stuff and thought it mighty *****.
He was under the impression that Christmas came but once a year!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No.3 in PD'S "12 Days of X-Mass" Contest - December 2012
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
A puppy that wouldn’t stop peeing on my tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Two Turtle Doves who dropped a load, as I looked up in the tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Three little kittens that my puppy, chased up daily into the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four sets of ornaments to replace, those destroyed by kittens in the tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Five different promises that he would again, put up, The Silly Tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Six strands of lights to replace those chewed on, by my little puppy.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Seven hugs and kisses, so I’d PLEASE forget, about the Blooming Tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eight Trolls a milking, chasing cows thru all my hedgerow shrubbery.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Nine Trolls a dancing, that all fell on, my once beautiful garden fencing.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Ten Trolls a leaping, as Caroling candles, burned down into their hands.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eleven Trolls a smiling and ready to rebuild my burned down front porch.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Twelve Trolls a hammering and a nice big bottle of Tylenol… just for me…
Plus the happy thought, I’d survived a Christmas gift, planned with love… just for me.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and best wishes for twelve days of Christmas joy.
Written 12-18-2012
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love (hubby) sent to me
12 baskets of laundry
Eleven dishwashing liquids
Ten laundry soaps
Nine vacuum cleaners
Ten frying pans
Nine oven toasters
Eight soft brooms
Seven kitchen aprons
Six sheers for mowing
Five hair netsssssssssss
Four dustpans
Three floor scrubs
Two rubber gloves
And a pretty nanny for my baby
Dec. 14, 2012
By Leonora Galinta Merry, Merry Christmas to All! Please sing with me;))
First Prize
Contest: 12 days of X-mass
Judged: 12/25/2012
Sponsor: My greatest Poet, PD/Linda
As men, sometimes it's hard to spit out the L word. Of course it's not so hard to do when you are conveying it to your love, father, or friend. But when it comes to siblings, sometimes it's not said as often as it should be. Every time I speak with my two sisters the conversation always ends in "I love you, sis." But for some odd reason when I am speaking to my brothers the conversation ends something like " Okay, I'll see you tomorrow" or " Okay, talk to you soon." Nine years ago my siblings and I had lost our eldest brother tragically in a motor-cycle accident. Thinking back, I really can't recall actually ever telling him outright that I loved him. If only I knew then, before his death, that that would be the last time I saw him, for sure that L word would have been heard in his ears from my lips. So today, on this twelfth day of November, on his birth date, I feel compelled, as a man, to say what I should have said to him many times. And that is- "I LOVE YOU, JOE"
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Brother!!!
let your siblings know
tell them how much you love them
before it's too late
On the first day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the second day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the third day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the fourth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the fifth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the sixth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the seventh day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the eighth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the ninth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the tenth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Ten hours of nagging,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Eleven scented candles,
Ten hours of nagging,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my loved ones gave to me,
Twelve tons of chocolate,
Eleven scented candles,
Ten hours of nagging,
Nine TV specials,
Eight pairs of knickers,
Seven cuddly creatures,
Six dodgy jumpers,
Five gift vouchers!
Four board games,
Three CDs,
Two girly books,
And a plate of turkey butties.
Sharon Bell
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me:
Twelve lotus pinching,
Eleven surgical gauzes,
Ten boxes of advil,
Nine cheating photos,
Eight tissue rolls,
Seven colorful beehives,
Six facebook dislikes
Five red sea snakes,
Four French novels
Three black roses
Two sleeping pills
And a pink round coffin.
(c) Glenn Sentes
(Imagine singing it to the tune of the song
when you have come to the twelfth day)
On the twelfth day of Christmas my husband gave to me:
twelve plates a' piling. . .
eleven notions riling. . .
ten new things for cleaning. . .
nine remarks, no meaning. . .
eight shirts for drying. . .
seven eggs for frying. . .
six socks with no mates. . .
FIVE CANCELLED DATES
four less holidays. . .
three migraines. . .
two kids arguing. . .
and a bathtub with a black ring!
By Andrea Dietrich For PD's 12 Days of X-Mass Poetry Contest