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Mistletoe and Christmas

Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Christmas carols and bells, bright stars and pine trees
With light snowfall can create a winter wonderland.

What a spectacle of lights and divine beauty
The whole world celebrates awesomely
The birthday of Jesus Christ born in Africa
What a shock for the entire Diaspora!

Baby Jesus was different, that’s why
From the crèche they wanted to sacrifice and crucify
Him, their goal was to kill Him like a goat
Which they did, but He returned. It’s time to gloat.

The Messiah can be a subject of controversies
Deceptions, propaganda, polemics and inconsistencies
Oh! This is Noël, let’s rejoice and enjoy the feasts
At least and at last in this joyous season, let’s live in peace.

Copyright © December 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Most Beautiful Christmas Poem

It’s Christmas Eve and we will travel
a long way on a cold night
thinking of the twinkling lights,
the golden bulbs, the heirloom crèche,
the smell of sweets and spice.
A hardy greeting at the door!
The family, friends in velvet clothes
of red and black and gold with bows.
The hugs, the kiss, the Christmas wreath.
In we’ll go, and sing and glow
and eat our ham and beef.
We’ll join loud fun as one by one 
we find our gifts beneath the tree.
We’ll toast and tease before the hearth,
kick off our heels, amused and warm—
embraced, enwrapped in Christmas charm.

Now we arrive, and all is hushed.
The place is cold. We see our breath.
The cow and pig have not been killed.
There’re lambs and goats alive as well.
The place is full of foreign folk,
battered guests and tattered hosts.
The floor is dirt. There is no tree.
No one has offered food or drink.
We’ve traveled far but cannot sit.
We see a light and just one Gift.
Is this one Gift for all to share?
This scene is death to Christmas cheer.

I stood and thought of all I’d missed—
until I knelt before the Gift.

A Beacon of Hope

Like a shaft I fly,
a beam of glorious luminance,
I travel right into your bedroom
at the break of dawn.
"Wake up my friend,
my brothers are coming
to illuminate your day."
 
Minute follows minute
my duties I perform,
I peep through gaps
of a Venetian blind,
as someone on a bed
lies lazily supine.
I am his wake up call, 
dazzle straight 
into his heavy sleepy eyes.
"Get up my friend,
work beckons."
 
'Tis busy at the crèche
Where babies bare their hearts.
I breathe some warmth 
upon their frail frames,
paint rosy their cheeks
in the faint hope 
that some kind beings
would adopt 
these poor unsettled souls.
 
Through a windowpane,
glass stained with holy men,
I filter hopefully and in stealth,
on a cold spotlight on a marble slab
of someone long forgotten
in an unfrequented church.
 
Would you consider night
as my immortal enemy?
Oh no, my friend, oh no,
for in the darkness of the gloom,
over choppy and rough seas
I travel happily over peril
and show the way to safety 
to mariners lost at sea,
I am a beacon of hope.

Wandering In the Countryside

Age can never erase memories of yore,
For there's an old but lovely song still rambling
In my head as I love to go a wandering
Along the vales or up the mountain sides,
Fetching flora, photographing fauna and sampling
Wildflowers, collecting leaves fancy or plain.
Study trees, evergreen or autumnal bare.

How I loved to stop near some clear rill.
There would be daffodils I’m sure up on some hill.
Checked which song birds choose to build their cosy nests,
Birds picking up small or curvy twigs with care.
Even today I ramble along the vast countryside,
Sometimes I rest, imbibing the air so fresh,
Watch some little children playing joyfully
With young nuns in front the impoverished crèche.
Bells ring from a chapel calling for prayer,
I join trusting my sins the good Lord would spare.

Mothers - Disappearing

" No child should feel uncared, unloved, thrown away" 
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There was a time when mothers were not working 
Mother would be with kids taking care, instilling  good values
Children felt loved and secure

Now a days most women are working 
Kids are left at crèche or home, 
Their parents have no time for them

What will be the value system of such children?
What will be the future of nation if children without moral values run it?

Such kids learn all bad habits, no one to correct to them. 
They roam about in search of love, they are depressed
This is one of the main cause of growing violence, suicides,
selfish humans who don't  know what it is to love and care

Why give birth to a child when you have no time? 
Why spoil a child's life?

27th February 2021
Inspired by :
Contest Name : Vanishing" old or new for a prize
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
2nd position

A Sliver of Silver Hidden In Deep Woods

A sliver of silver was discreetly hidden deep in strange woods
Not found for century after century, compounding herself
Dropping coin babies into a hidden crèche in light of moon.
Waiting for the right faerie to come by, with a magic touch.
She had to be pure of heart, loving, giving and brave.
Willing to share the treasure with the animals of the forest.
Building them a refuge and sanctuary, to last generations.
Eight hundred and fifty-nine years have passed; silver annoyed.
For she has disregarded thousands of faeries who were not enough.

Button Mushrooms

On cloud-pressed evenings
you hear them being delivered
when the choral earth
is soft and swelling.


A creaking growth
a crèche of mycelia
confined in dark dilations.

Together hydrous hyphae hum
while fungal buds umbrella
shaping wet white moons
from a spore bearing fusion.

They appear, glowing-
fat with light, new babies,
each button a bombshell
of umami

in the endless labor
of a birthing mud.

Where Faeries Play

Mist in the distance, heart quickens to gooseflesh
Whisky Jacks perch silent, they've seen me before
Brother Wolf has been by, his scat is still fresh
Ancient eyes follow me, née jinn shapes of lore
Small clearing before me, my own private crèche
Hidden falls dance and play, their ions restore
Spray glitters like diamonds, the Sun leads the band
As time disappears, my soul breathes a free land

Christmas Fire Magic

 Viewing a crèche on the fireplace mantel, flames below kissing the air leave shadow-play that brings the figures to life.  Jesus smiles at me and a donkey lies down beside the mangered child.  I could see the glow from angel haloes; a star and the flames produce more light-beings.  Christmas magic is found within the natural realm; flames like Christ’s, light, fuel the soul and warm the heart.

Nature is magic
Elements all interact;
Create miracles.

Faith Flame Fly Afresh

On duty, don’t fall asleep
Lest your future should weep
As faith fervor you fail to keep

Indulging concerns of flesh in your crèche
But faith fervor refresh
For faith flame to fly afresh

Now, today and tomorrow as pride you swallow
Or else fantasy and fancy you’ll follow
To drive your faith callow, hollow and sallow

Swimming in a sea of little depth
Gasping for breath
Floating and gloating over stealth in hazy health and wanton wealth

But a turn around you should achieve
If commands you don’t deceive
When on time fortitude you receive

Doing good
Feeding on morsels of thought food
As magnitude of your spiritual duty understood

To bless and grace your attitude
In tune with bliss beatitude
That propels you to the highest deserved latitude.

Love Creche

My love crèche refreshes the niche
Where stacks of bliss
Vie to dish
Out the kind of love fleece

That my love nourishes and brandishes
Clear avenues
Where sorrow finishes
Blues disseminated in news and views

Expected to chart the way forward
In matters of the heart
That reward
The start

To an enriched setting
Enmeshed in prisms of happiness
Waiting
To displace an episode featuring unhappiness

Which sometimes creeps
Into nooks and crannies
In a berth that keeps
No faith in pennies

Counted once in a lifetime
In need of a dose of affection
Genuine to bless a life for all the time
When attention

Needed to bless a union
Is never in short supply
But given a standing ovation
To dry

Unshed tears
To grace a salutary coupling
Bereft of beers
With no inkling

To derange the range
In which love lubricates 
Gears to arrange
Happiness states

In which bliss thrives
Heartbeats breathe well
Sweet love derives
Love feelings that swell and spell a love scale.

Silver Star On Top

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large bulbs squeeze into
every inch of little tree
gold, green, red baubles
when plugged in incites big smiles
alongside the baby’s crèche
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12/19/2017

Rhyme Time Iii - Christmas

RHYME TIME III - CHRISTMAS

The unique shape of each frosty snowflake,
tapping on the window, as cookies bake.
I can smell the buttery sugar and Winter break,
Grandma’s batter creamed with sunny yolks.

Old-fashioned buggies arrive carrying folks.
The horses shake with bells and ladies’ cloaks,
as snow thickens on branches of old-timer oaks.
Broad smiling and busy hands, carrying platters -

turkey, ham, and fixings with holiday clatter.
Such a peaceful time where only love matters.
Blissful, ruddy faces with winsome chatter.
Kids tugging on Santa’s whiskers to test

if he is daddy or Uncle John. So blessed
by a red velvet bag, gifting the best,
and yet there in the crèche- a beloved guest.
All bow their heads for the thanksgiving prayer,

remembering the spirit of one so rare.
A star that led shepherds and magi to share
a moment with the savior, who created with care
the unique shape of each frosty snowflake.

12/12/2017
Laura Loo’s Rhyme Time III Contest

Infinite Love

Our hearts and our souls

In Jesus' crèche are born,

Infinite God's love!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   21 December 2016 

5-7-5

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Inner Creche

The bright star I saw 
 
Love’s inner crèche prepared 

Ready for Jesus!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
   28 November 2016

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