April Christmas Poems

GOD’S ONLY BEGOTTEN SON

Jesus is God’s “Only Begotten” son,
“sons of the true God”, Gen. 6:2,									verse shows God had other sons … not just one.
																			Sometime between...

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My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written...

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“Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.” – Richelle E. Goodrich

Xmas...

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April filled with love
Pretty blue skies with big clouds
Rain will bring a bath
Iris and flowers will grow
Lovely gardens springing up...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
    Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
    Arrival of evening, two...

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The Showers fall gently
giving all plants a drink
it is watering time
pretty flowers in pink
wow back ground of key lime  



The Showers fall gently
are they...

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I might not take you through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
But I must surely let you know
How I feel for you this Christmas day

There...

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Dear Santa...

I've been a really good boy this year.
I've done everything I was told.
Even gone to bed when I'm supposed to,
though sometimes I've been a...

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April is a wonderful spring month                   ...

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I write this prose for my dear, fair lady wife
To celebrate her Birthday on November 29th
She’s my partner, my best friend, the love of my...

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On a cool and breezy April eve,
I lay down and welcomed sleep,
With no intention al all to dream.
But somewhere in a lofty keep,
Where it seems...

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12 BROTHERS BEARING GIFTS

A Mother weeps, her child is born,
A Father poor sits all forlorn,
The wind howls through their shelter rough,
The wood for their fire...

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At first, it wasn't my father's Oldsmobile.
Then, there came a longing for a new identity
with an invasion of one morphing after another.
Next thing I knew,...

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Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree. 
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred...

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