Christmas Devotion Poems

I felt great calmness and perfect peace. I had the feelings of a poor man who has just come under the protection of the Royal...

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Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7,...

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A river of fire, a wave of desire
Flowing from heaven, to purify and inspire
The baptism of the Spirit, a gift from above
A cleansing and filling,...

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Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~

Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be...

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A Christmas Gift						
P. G. Borgia
Dec. 2011
© 2011 P. Borgia
	
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An evening of...

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All is quiet, all is still.
All is tranquil amid the chill.
It's late December, the moon is high,
Shining brightly against the sky.

The snow is sparkling in...

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Last
Christmas
with no dreams
made us stronger 
for this year season
to decorate
our glow tree
with love
first...

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Charred in solace of your embrace
reminiscences engrossed as imprint
harboured in placards of your grace

A birth, a thousand with no squint
in winter's pure pour of snow
reminiscences...

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Chairs together at a table,
High adrenaline for few days.
Ready for sharing a moment,
Ideal to be with the family.
Sadness is well disguised
Tactfully served with turkey.
Memories are...

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The Alex Joneses among us

As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast 
for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning 
or switching...

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White 
Christmas
memories
riding a sleigh
around the whole world
sharing wishes
here and there,
worldwide
bright
...

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Route, pronounced either ROOT or ROWT, is pronounced ROWT in this poem.
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Jesus came down and lived with us, he felt our pain.
He shared his love...

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The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale.
In a sleepy French town.
It opens at ten,
And closes at one,
Till three.
Then on till seven in the evening.
Madame opens...

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The Mariner ashore

the night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black&white movie ca 1963
A time machine of memories sent him back to...

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Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved...

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