#starmerchristmascarol
Happy holidays to all...' Well all the well
Heeled anyway (mr starmer!)
Carol Burnett you always and forever have me laughing
whether kicking your heels or falling down, slap-stick gaffing.
I see your signal to your grandma, and feel I know you well
Some of your skits had a marvelously funny story to tell
In a few movies you played a mother, who had lost a child
Your dramatic roles showed me that you are not all wild
I can relate to you in many ways; you seem real and honest to me.
If there is another movie star more relatable, I am not sure who it could be.
Upon the eve of dying
she could not speak.
And all her opened tear ducts
Sprang awake
And flooded forth from
The founts of creation
A new sea.
Oh, yes!
She cried a sea of tears
Because her words
Had passed the door of possibility,
Because her boys
Would not be there
For her to comfort them,
Because, perhaps
A whole life
Needed to be grieved.
How I loved her.
She could hear the simple, humble things
That no-one else could hear,
That I would trust none other
Than her heart to listen to.
It was like having my own wise, quiet mom, again.
And now on the eve of dying,
Now she cries,
And the seas are flooded with light,
And her form rises lightly
From her bed,
And she is gone
- Except, perhaps, for a single tear
ghosts …
of Christmases past
wander through this disconsolate house
weary but hearty hearts that once
thrummed, eager and one
their echoes …
soft-whispering me of what’s
imperfectly precious
then …
and now.
Away in a doorway, of a shop that sells beds,
The homeless teenagers lay down their young heads.
A silver band’s playing, the youngsters awake.
It’s the Salvation Army with hot soup and cake.
Two days before Christmas
Finally, it is near
I’m so sick of the chatter and all the cheer
Smiling faces, warm hearts, and hugs
I can only think of one thing,
Bah Humbug
Everyone joyous and being extra kind
One would think they have lost their mind
Red and green decorations everywhere
Gold or silver tinsel, I don’t care
Houses all covered in lights
Attacked by holiday parasites
Radio playing nothing but Christmas songs
Honestly, I find it all tiresome and long
Hustle and bustle for a gift of something dear
I never get what I want anyways,
Slowly, counting down the days until it is over next year
Cinnamon sticks and gingerbread cookies what a stench
I despise it all like the Grinch
Some may say I seem a bit Scrooged
With my cup of hot cocoa and a cold-hearted rouge
Who knows in the midst of it all
Something may spark and I could have a ball
But for now, I look out the window
Gazing at the hideous Santa and reindeer across the street and shrug
The only thing I can think of is,
Bah Humbug
Abramowicz, Goldstein, and Sol Newman
Went a-caroling with Harry Truman
They warbled ‘Silent Night’
In the wrong key, alright ~
Sol said, “Forget that darn gentile crewman”
Sacred Night – A New Original Modern-day Christmas Carol,
a Collab with Cecilia Crasto
Once again, a beautiful poem by my sister Cecilia Crasto has been transformed into a lyrical Video musical, complete with special effects to convey the story of that historic Christmas night when the Christ Child was born. This New Original Christmas Carol celebrates the timeless spirit of love, hope, and joy that unites us all, regardless of our beliefs or traditions.
I trust you’ll enjoy this heartfelt creation as much as we enjoyed bringing it to life. Wishing my family, friends, and everyone here a season filled with peace, kindness, and good health. May this time of year inspire warmth and togetherness in us all.
A Happy and Joyful Christmas to one and all
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
he says it's just allergies.
Olive, the other reindeer
thinks that it's a bad disease.
They think he's got the Covid
but he doesn't know it yet.
He's not asymptomatic.
He'll have to go and see the vet.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
"Rudolph with that nose so bright,
you're not getting near my sleigh tonight!"
So all the reindeer left him
to self-isolate you see.
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
is now Christmas history!
A special soul has been set free
A choir in gold will be greeting
All born will one day the maker meet
Those who mourn will one day see
Her name is Carol she was many things
A women mother lover of dreams
Fit in her heart fit in her mind
With an independent spark a beauty that shines
Her name alone reminds us of song
This season she leaves love to carry on
Carol is singing with the lord
Finding new meaning filling all void
So when you hear the choir sing
Each following year as bells ring
Wipe your tears let joy color your heart
For Carol find cheer as she is with God.
A major storm is churning in the Atlantic ready to raise havoc on shore Evacuation orders are in place as the authorities have gone door to door
The hurricane center is forecasting the highest wind speeds to ever be recorded
Our beach house over the years has survived every storm, but this one is surely not to be ignored
We are leaving with a few items and the clothes on our backs
Is this the last time we will see our house in one piece, or by some miracle will the storm veer off-track
We now leave it up to the powers from up above to determine our fate
We hurry to the car we need to get to higher ground before it,s too late
If the storm should demolish our place and flatten it to the ground
It will do nothing to destroy our fond memories and the people we surround
In the end, we narrowly avoided a direct hit, so the house survived to fight another day
The hurricane and my partner are both named Carol what's that you say
Warm and calm
The reflection of your demeanour
Pierced the darkness in any situation
The intrusion of your smile
Helped many to go the extra mile
In a while, we will see you again
Then your joy will be fulfilled
Diligently you did your work
We shall not forget your servitude
Your daughters echo the river of your love
Like a dove, you flew away and
One day when you return we will see you
Warm and calm
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Carol Burnett hosted a comedy show
And every week when it was time to go
A tug on her earlobe meant 'hi' to her grandmother.
Surely one earlobe is now longer than the other.
[Away In A Manger - revisited]
Where Dave is the ranger
And Tom is the mayor
The saloon is open
And Milt gambles there
On high in the night sky
A star ’bove the church
The beacon of Soup Creek
To aid in the search
An old passing stranger
Had let it be heard
That a babe would be found
And his name was the word
Now, Mark was the sheriff
He closed the saloon
And Jenna, quite frankly
Wasn’t over the moon
She said find that baby
And find it real soon
My bar can’t be closed
While this night has a moon
In the church they found him
And o what a fright
That poor baby’s young face
Was smeared with Marmite
But Tom said Stand clear men
That God-awful pong
We thought was yeast extract…
It seems we were wrong
Christmas Carol Music
Christmas
Heralds
Reaching
Into
Silence
Trolling
Manger,
Angel,
Songs
Chiming
Ancient
Refrains
Offer
Lullabies
Merry
Unleashed
Strains
Inspiring
Cheer
12-9-22
Contest: Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
The word "troll" comes from Deck the Halls.
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