Best Yule Poems
Yule log traditions
It used to be burned away
Making Christmas warmth.
Today it is different;
Yule log gingerbread and cheese.
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a waltz wave
gifts
profuse
tree
pre-lit
peachy-keen
glazed ham
cakes
cookies
casseroles
Christmasy cheer
no fruitcake
no coal
no
stockings
no fireplace
Santa
knows
our front
door
written December 15, 2015
Mrs Claus made a viagra eggnog
To energise ol’ Santa Claus Yule log
His frozen south pole recovered large-scale
Wagging frisky as a puppy dogs tail.
Mrs Claus dumplings hubby does adore
Her stew warms up her Santa’s inner core
Gravy so thick that it sticks to their lips
Leading to bliss of a lingering kiss.
Saturnalia, the pagan worship of winter solstice,
the darkest tidings of the year.
The birth of our Nazarene most likely
September 29th.
Like a used car dealer rolling back the odometer,
Pope Julius I moved Christ’s birth to
December 25th
to sign up more pagans
at the darkest tidings of the year.
For this, the Puritans never celebrated Yuletide,
a pagan holiday of sin.
Still, rituals of the festive season endure.
Sitting in solemn silence on the eve of every Christmas,
the Swedes turn their TVs to Donald Duck.
So too do the Japanese eat a bucket of KFC
while the Ukrainians decorate Christmas trees with fake spider webs.
In Greenland, men serve women whale blubber
and the Catalonian’s nativity scenes always
include a bare-bottomed pooping man.
These are the darkest tidings of the year,
Christmas is incomplete without them.
These are the devotions of Noel.
Desperate to fill voids
underneath trees,
within stockings,
and in children’s hearts,
society’s seconds,
scratch-and-dent people,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
the clearanced,
discontinued,
and reduced-to-sell.
It’s the thought that counts,
but it’s the cash that’s counted
when money’s tight
as a hangman’s noose.
Each trinket is wrapped
in bits of brightness,
with love and hope,
and a prayer that it’s enough.
Shortest day, longest night
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze
Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform
Cardigans and sweatshirts
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool
Indoor pool
Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves
On stoves
Ice skating
Snow tube inflating
Snow skiing
Snowboard leaping
Snowshoe wearing
Spectators staring
Hope, intentions, and new year
Celebrate and cheer
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
We have a ginger cat that we love dearly,
But we face the same dilemma with him yearly.
This sleek, loveable and sassy feline,
For the Yule Tree always makes a beeline!
We adorn the tree with delicate gee-gaws with care,
As my friend fixes me with his inscrutable stare.
He watches so innocently as I decorate the tree,
Quivering with excitement anxious to go on his spree!
After the tree is trimmed with things so pretty,
I admonish him, "Now stay away from there, kitty!"
He just twitches his whiskers with a scornful smirk,
Patiently waiting 'till I leave so he can go berserk!
Cozily settled by the fire I hear a resounding crash,
Leap from my chair and cross the room in a flash!
Of course no cat near the tree is there a trace.
I find him in another room innocently washing his face!
Long after the tree is stored for the next Yuletide,
Decorations found under chairs we take in stride.
As they say, Christmas comes but once a year,
So we'll tolerate the mischievous antics of this old dear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant reccommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
Yule/Christmas
Obscene capitalism
Can best be observed
At Christmas
Midwinter festival
Larder full we share our
Luck with our nearest
Christmas is the devil’s revenge
He was never invited
Now he gives us hell with glitter.
Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exaled aired
per millennia athwart
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals
and quirky superstitions lit
(akin to a lit Christmass tree)
starry eyed imagination
as catalyst viz *****Sapiens
furrowed stern brow of forehead
aft stemmed whilst Santa oft puzzling
(allocating suitable gifts)
inducing him to tug thought generating beard
pondering, whence agents provocateurs
receive just desserts
fueled hodge podge, mished mashed, helter skelter
eclectic December twenty fifth
encompassing tens of thousands previous generations
bred despacito fixtures via paganism,
Manicheaism, Jainism, et cetera
ancient brutish credos, ethos, faiths
brewed nebulous concoction
within mindset of early mankind
loose confection, confederation, conglomeration
indiscriminately torquing, vetting, whetting
disparate constituent beliefs
contagion wrought spirit paradigm
inculcating oral tradition Madonna and child
occupying high chair
whereat superstitions birthed patchwork
comprising divergent ensemble heralding
tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal wiseman
punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
She walked in the natural belle of Yule,
lit up like the glitter upon the trees;
Holding a dove waiting for it’s release
in her arms the white bird appeared a jewel;
Harmony poured from every molecule,
joy rang in and sang of freedom and peace;
Flying off fingertips into the breeze
it’s wings carried an iconic symbol;
Encompassing each of the Northern Lights
her smile grew like the return of the Sun;
Sweetening the lips like a candy cane
something to believe in rose to new heights;
The journey to warmth and light had begun
bringing some hope that all year would remain.
Mother Nature has spoken - it is a rule.
We now moved onward to the season of Yule.
The Oak King has won the traditional duel.
And the weather will not be quite so cool.
We exchange gifts in the way of a game.
And everyone is truly glad to the Solstice they came.
We enjoy the fruits of our labors - a magnificent feast!
With our neighbors from the South, West, North, and East.
We gather with people be they young or old.
As tales of other Winter Solstices are told.
We remember our heritage of long ago.
When to the Solstice we traveled through snow!
We play games and enjoy the company of family and friend.
Our energies and Spirituality within each to strengthen and blend.
Treat everyone like their the greatest treasure!
Filling their lives with much fun and pleasure!
upon contemplating how to access
a lapsed half century woolworth
didst weigh more'n five and dime
afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys
truncated, predicated, conjugated
on abundant buoyant chant
eyelids gently shuttered while seated
in an easy chair, a grant
from anonymously disposed rubbish
to schlep this accoutrement did enduce a pant
cuz, this mid dull ledged papa no spring rooster,
and now easily became ensconced with scant
exertion enveloped within comfortably numb
meditative state tant
a mount to hypnosis, which quickly quietly,
and quintessentially evoked bliss
stirred wordsmith hood succomb
to an altered state, analogous to virtual reality, a hiss
sans, remembrance of things past,
whereby with negligible mental effort wuss
sold magical mindbending arch, whereat a
(rainbow like emulation mode), this miss
sing Whoosh DID NOT require
much cerebral exertion from me
to pry loose avast treasure trove
of locked precious childhood memories
visited by hindsight aye could see
long since stowed away,
yet methought Xmas theme would re
mind this baby boomer prithee
(encased in nearly inpenetrable
thick gauzy cobwebs, and huge...
droning spy ware spiders did flee
thence, with a figurative brush of hand,
a simulacrum curtain pulled back, whence glee
son shone vis a vis, cuz,
an illusory chink of light shed forth where he
upon forgotten one favorite
nursery rhyme lyrics, which faux holographic beam
recollected as if momentarily carried back
to me own ole Virginny hide deem
stood atop raised causeway immersed
Owls
Through the
Lapland snows
See Santa hug
Children’s wishes in festivals of joy
Reindeer wait in barren birch through long nights
For Aurora
To string lights
In Jule
Fire
11-26-20
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Yule Tide
The pig
In the pen
Is being slaughtered
To day
Christmas starts
With a killing
Some get
Pork roast
Others get trotters
In the yard
My neighbour
Is hosing away
The blood
His sacrificial
Duty done
And I got a shoulder ham