From Silver Bells to Silent Night
Christmas just wouldn't seem right
without the carolers
Colored lights amidst the snow
Hearts aglow help melodies flow
to the music of the carolers
Spirits soar, holiday-inspired
a spectacle we all admire ~
thanks to the carolers
On Christmas Eve, the street carolers sing
of peace on Earth, and goodwill towards all.
Rejoicing in the news, Angels did bring;
of a King named Jesus, born in a stall.
Our Savior came to wash our sins away,
and we acknowledge that love every year.
And celebrate His birthday, Christmas day,
exchanging gifts with the ones we hold dear.
Christmas Day feels different than the rest,
a time for family and friends to mend.
Amongst the Holidays, it is the best:
regardless of how much you have to spend.
Waving to neighbors and spreading good cheer,
Christmas is a magical time of year.
Lacy snow crystals like a cozy duvet
Cover the ground in winter splendor,
I hear the Christmas carols as they play
On my front lawn, carolers; I will render
Hot chocolate from a local vendor.
written December 11, 2021
especially for "Winter Quintain" poetry contest
sponsored by Francine Roberts
Christmas boxes and ribbons from last year,
gatherings starting with those we hold dear,
gift paper, sprinkles, sparkling golden bows,
noisy silver bells on elves' twinkling toes.
Angels and carolers midst lovely lights.
Spicy kitchens, cookies, pumpkin delights.
stars shining down on a calm midnight clear,
we pause to reflect on this fleeting year.
Hanging the tinsel, we try to pretend
our world isn't hurting, we needn't mend
someone will feed those with little to eat
and fit shoes over their tired, bunioned feet.
So, we take our gifts, find some needy souls,
who are hungry, hurt, victims of life's tolls.
The smiles on their faces, and childrens' glee,
Gifts to us--hearts warmed by love's canopy
Our souls are expanded by miles and miles
when love reaches far to warm others' smiles.
November 26, 2021
"X" New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
A Second Place
carolers
help my soul up
always
their songs reverberate
and loosen my skin
Curious children try to catch a glimpse as
Santa's sleigh sails silently and swiftly
Coming closer and closer as Christmas closes in
Exciting everyone eagerly expecting enjoyment
Making mellow music in merriment
Mistletoe magic makes many kiss
Presents placed proudly under the tree as
Flames from the fireplace dance through the night
Shoppers see savings on super sales as
Crooning carolers capture the Christmas spirit
CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list' my dear to Christmas, 'tis the sound
of children's voices ringing soft and dear,
it calls to mind some hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear.
Oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winter Christmas eve,
and all I ever had, the gift of you,
is all I ever needed to believe
that peace on Earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along,
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways,
for don't they seem the picture of their song?
How could one think our children do not care,
when there's so much of Christmas they now share?
© ron wilson aa vee bdosa the doylestown poet
OUR CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list my dear to Christmas, tis the sound
of childrens voices ringing soft and dear
it brings to mind that hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear
oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winters Christmas eve
and all I ever had, the gift of you
was all I ever needed to believe
that peace on earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways
for don't they seem the picture of their song?
And as their sounds warm to the heart of me
I pray this is the way their world will be.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
As stated before - this is poetry for kids, through the eyes of kids. Kids read poetry too, why
not more writing for them?
It's not so common these days
what with all the media craze but
Just the other night I was looking out my window
at this unusual sight -
four children from the neigborhood
two girls and two boys were
strolling down the sidewalk
bathed in candlelight
They couldn't have been but 8 or 9
yet singing well in pitch and time........
"The finest gift you have to give the world is
Love Love Love"
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