Days before Noël
We're ready to celebrate
With all the Poets
We ignore all the puppets
Everybody seems to be doing well
Xmas eve is a joyful and gleeful date.
Before the arrival of Xmas
It is a happy occasion for the mass
Children and adults rehearse
Everyone is athirst
Of a good time. Jesus is born
Beautiful lights sparkle on the lawn.
This is a very happy occasion
Everyone, regardless of religion
Enjoys the festivities, the party, the celebration
With a Christmas passion
Full of beauty, joy, love, lights and benediction.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
We walk, hand in hand , we talk ~
cotton candy and caramel apples,
music, rides and fanfare,
sounds of joy and laughter in the air.
Let the festivities commence:
flashing lights and chaos,
screams and giggles,
rides and arcade games.
The carnies are hyped up
with their wiles and guiles
to entice us in all ways.
Summer is not complete 'til
we’ve had our fun at the carnival.
Reality and time warped ~
our youth tangible
within our grasp
under the spell of unbridled
gaiety at the carnival.
The sights and sounds of
youth and joy and memories.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A whiff of cedar, strong in the air
Joyful cries as days grow near
When single a day, makes men wonder days
Moving about without delays
With sales rising to fullest in spike
As domestics cry out and plants alike
Tunes cheery, food savoury and dance happily
Yet man starts to act rather humbly
But wait, there more to this sunny side
More crimes arise near the glad tide
When the struggle for cheer brings out horror
Turns tidings of glee into something sour
A thief to steal and a slayer to slay
To each with intent of getting some pay
A toy for John, a doll for Jane
Tears left along, as they attain
What a season of festive glory!
Leaving someone out there, safe or sorry.
Glistening, dazzling
Whispering gentle
Colorful ribbons
Pines, sentimental
Christmas miracles
Lovely spirit
Blessing our hearts
Silent night heard
Winds blowing hope
Christmas bells
Carols sung
Merry souls
Spices
Winter
Joy
Ever around us, now they surround us.
This one evening of foul festival fuss.
dance with the ghosts
sing with our dead hosts
Toward the Styx we quickly schuss.
Ravens crawl and snakes fly,
goonies have only one good eye.
ghosts will haunt us
and goblins taunt us
Soon we’ll meet our fate by and by.
Secrets of rats and blind bats,
werewolves wild, and familiar cats.
zombies dragging through mud
kill, then drink the blood
while witches wave magic hats.
Cemeteries live with haints and shades,
psychotic killers wielding sharp blades.
no time for a stroll
time to pay the toll
Finality floats as the night fades.
It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique
It began at Keystone Camp in Brevard
Where children were so delighted
To discover the wonders endeavored
By those creative minds, so excited
It was like a sort of storybook dream
Reflections of joy inspired by the heat
Christmas in July was the big theme
Stockings for Santa made it all complete
It felt like a joy beyond all belief
Hearts were adoring all the festivities
The spirit of Christmas was such a relief
From the regular camping activities!
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used: Rhymezone to check rhymes
Dated: July 11, 2022
Article in Southern Living about Christmas in July beginnings
Wasn't High Street so well decorated for the holidays.
So many lights and other artefacts, with Christmas tree so rife.
Everyone shop-windowing, hardly a friendly gaze.
Elated with so many presents was my wife.
Yet how we have forgotten our life of strife.
new orleans
mardi gras
beads for show
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Thank God for that
Its all over for another year
Only 4 months to go till the Easter Sales
Ho Ho Ho
Jingle Bells
Happy New Year
Shame it's still Winter
And when the Christmas Light's are taken down
The dark cold nights
Will bite
I hope Father Christmas brought you lots of warm
Undies and Sock's
Take the skin off my back turn me into a rug
Treat me as everybody else, something to walk over
Tell me i am important and original to get what you want
Tear the teeth from my skull, cauterize my gums together
Nothing I say every seem important anyway
Sew my hands and feet together so you know I will never be able to run away
When you have finished saw my head off and mount it on the wall
If you have company over just cover my face so I will not be able to shame you
Just make sure nobody enters your closet space, for that is where you left my corps to rot
Leaving me to fester slowly away to join the skeletons in your bedroom
The festivities
The nauseous time of year
When booze is handy
Sentimentality
Silly hats doesn`t touch me
Safe inside a fog of disbelief
It was my evening, that's
For sure -
"Its your aura"
For sure -
At last I'm good
At something.
"Spot the Equity card!"
"When are you going
To be a superstar?"
Said Sarah.
That seemed to be
The question
On everyone's lips.
At last, at last, at last
I'm good at something.
And so the party...Zoe
Called me...I listened
To her problems;
References
To my innocent face.
Linda said:
"Sally seems elusive
But is in fact,
Accessible;
You're the opposite -
You give to everyone
But are incapable
Of giving in particular."
Madeleine was comparing me
To June Miller;
Descriptions by Nin:
"She does not dare
To be herself..."
Everything I'd always
Wanted to be, I now am.
"...She lives
On the reflections
Of herself in the eyes
Of others...
There is no June
To grasp and know."
I kept getting up to dance
Sally said: "I'm afraid;
You're inscrutable;
You're not just
Blase
Are you?"
I spoke
Of the spells of calm,
And the hysterical
Reactions,
Psychic exhaustion,
Then anxious elation.
"Gallant Festivities was based on two pages of informal journal notes dating from 1982-'83, although all names have been changed.)
Christmas
Has much joy and celebration,
Rolled into twenty-four hours of elation.
It echoes with laughter,
Sees caring, generosity and love scatter.
Too much food and drink,
May ruin it for some;
As it ends the heartburn, will come;
Set in for the night; to dreams we’ll succumb.
For children,
Each one is filled with magical
Surprises galore,
That, for each child,
Invokes memories of the previous ones while.
Very often it also
Invokes and joy and mirth; even
The holy family’s’ stay at, the
Inn and Christ’s miraculous birth.
Everyone does not celebrate it; but they will break bread;
Some celebrate Hanukkah, Ramadan or Quanzaa instead.
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