Best Twenty Four Seven Poems
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Faces were all aglow this Yuletide with happiness unrestrained!
With ancient carols sung by jubilant choirs we were entertained!
Good folk generously shared their love, fellowship and cheer!
Why can't we celebrate the Christmas Spirit throughout the year?
Malls and avenues were resplendent with glittering decorations.
Gracious folk included less fortunate ones in their celebrations.
Excited children visited Santa Claus, their anxieties to allay.
Why can't we foster the Christmas Spirit each and every day!
Even the dourest of "scrooges" were in a cheerful mode!
Why, even drivers were courteous to others on the road!
Pleasantries were civilly exchanged by rival politicians!
Can't we keep Christmas alive without onerous preconditions?
Kith and kin wished each other warm Yuletide regards,
Including Happy New Year greetings in their Christmas cards!
Speaking of the ensuing year, wouldn't it be great,
To keep Christmas in our hearts free of prejudice and hate!
'Twould be so very simple to keep Christmas twenty-four seven,
If we'd follow The Golden Rule espoused by that Gift from heaven!
To keep alive the Christmas Spirit as our noble goal,
It must begin in each of us flowing from our very soul!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Sweetheart of Poetry Soup's "Christmas In July (Men's)" Contest -Jul 2010
We are in a war 24-seven
A great spiritual controversy
Originally begun in heaven
Any war on earth equates nimbly
This war is invisible
To us dwelling on earth
This war between good and evil
Calls for Christians’ rebirth
We are soldiers requiring armor
The full armor of God employed
Found in the Holy Scriptures
Least we’re all here destroyed
“Greater is He that is in you
Than he that’s in the world”
These words give us hope
When Satan’s rockets are hurled
This war is intensifying
As we live out our daily lives
Satan’s ramping up his measures
Least any of us survive
Christ is his adversary
For jealousy is the key
To this spiritual warfare
That involves you and me
This war is for the souls
Created by our Lord
To shine forth His glory
Something for Satan to create discord
He’d have us held in death’s clutches
If he could have his say
Having been caste out of heaven
This war of revenge is his play
God’s powers are greater
Than this once shining star
God’s victory soon to be relished
Satan an earthly memoir
We need the full armor of God
24-seven held in this battle
Need God to fight this war for us
For the enemy is most brutal.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
Soon, I must awake
From this deep, traumatized,
Deadly, dreary, doomed, dream
Of the devil and it's advocates
Afflicting my mind
Like a plague;
A ferocious flash flood
With a dubious proclamation:
Ah! the great mamba is gone?
An Iroko tree has fallen!
The wicked, cold, cruel,
Clamy, claws of death
Has stricken Los Angeles,
And the world
With a plague deadlier
Than Pharaoh's and his kinsmen
On the day of Passover
Momentarily, the dreary, deadly
Wings of darkness
Has overshadowed and blanketed
Los Angeles, eclipsing the brilliant,
Illuminating light which shone
Forty one years over the world
Stealing away our sobriety
The great mamba?
This must be a dream!
Soon, I must awake
From this dreary, doomed slumber
To the reality
That:
the great mamba is not dead!
He is peacefully sleeping
Twenty four seven with the lord
Death you goofed on this one
Kobe, just scored a three pointer
Against the cold, clamy, claws of death!
Rest in peace Kobe!
Your smile captivates my soul
Your eyes make me melt inside
Your smell takes me back to
The very first time we made love
This is what gets me through the day
I would have it no other way
You take my breath away
trials & temptations
life's leaven
twenty-four seven
my nose pressed flat
against the sweet shop pane
a yearning
welled within
a sigh
a shrug
I shuffle off
childhood was rationed then
where
apples overhang
the orchard wall
sun-kissed draped
now about to fall
in
hedgerows ablaze
with succulent sweets
will-power
melts
in a crumble
temptation's face
with whispers
so often
ensnare &enlace
allurement
in her glance
a come hither
perchance
away away
I'll not play
begone
deceit
false words
go go
let not
my ego show
depart depart
I'll not listen
....today