Carol Poems

A Christmas Carol 24-12-2023

It was in a land many many years ago,
underneath the festive lights and fleeting snow
that a yuletide tale of love and hope
was sang like a ballad and spread like smoke.

Her eyes, a midnight blue and sprinkled with gold
and his, silvery, that flashed like tinsel.
In mutual company they found a home,
a melody sweet where their hearts

A Victorian Christmas Carol

Did Robert Browning say it best when he
wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly.
Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. –
they ran amock in 1863.

I trust it’s not too jarring if I jump
from modern miseries (ecoli, Trump)
to mid-Victorian London’s social rump,
and John Snow (doctor), and the Broad Street Pump.

The City Hall had never heard of germs.
They dealt

Carol

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

a quiet carol

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.

CAROL FOR TODAY

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.

Bah Humbug - A Grumpy Carol

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

Christmas Carol Caper

   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”

John Audelay translations by Michael R Burch

John Audelay translations by Michael R. Burch. John Audelay was a medieval English poet who died circa 1426.

Dread of Death (excerpts)
by John Audelay
translation by Michael R. Burch

Lady, help! Jesu, mercy!
Timor mortis conturbat me. [The fear of death dismays me.]

Dread of death, sorrow for sin,
Trouble my heart, full grievously:
My soul wars with my lust then.
Passio Christi

The Corpus Christi Carol translation by Michael R Burch

The Corpus Christi Carol
anonymous Middle English poem
translation by Michael R. Burch

He bore him up, he bore him down,
He bore him into an orchard brown.
Lully, lullay, lully, lullay!
The falcon has borne my mate away.

In that orchard there stood a hall
Hanged all over with purple and pall.
Lully, lullay, lully, lullay!
The falcon has borne my mate away.

And in

Sacred Night, A New Original Modern-day Christmas Carol, a Collab with Cecilia Crasto

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

A Discordant Christmas Carol

So, you want to buy a gift
for that famous geezer. 
First, hear about the midnight shift
of our Ebenezer.

Late at night, he is concerned.
It is December time,
when, it's been confirmed,
good people lose their minds.

Some gristle in his soup
upset his condition.
Now, he is unable to regroup
and sees an apparition.

He peers out the windowsill,
as that stew's injury lingers,

Rudolph - A Covid Christmas Carol

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

CAROL, MAYA, EMILY AND JANE

Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.

She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color

Cryptic Christmas Carol

'Twas the night before death...:
All sleeping...who will breathe their final breath?
Cryptic creatures climb throughout the homes
searching for souls that shall seep away from their bones.
Music, lights and decorations dissipate with forest frost.
Will the deceased speak of afterlife's criss-cross?'
Families and friends awake or asleep in the chambers?
Within their embodiments to expire as embers.
The grim reaper flows,

A Poem For Carol

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

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