Santa sang as he approached the streets.
Couldn't wait to give out some treats.
From the window, he looked East.
He saw there was a feast.
Rode back and had all the sweets.
Frosty got so bored inside on a Monday.
He came out and walked along the way.
He had put on new glasses.
Stood beside a campfire outside the classes.
He cried and watched himself melt away.
Rudolph took Elf on a walk at night.
It was quite dark, his nose shone bright.
Loud Christmas bells made elf's ear slack.
Laughing at elf's ear, nose turned black.
Rudolph couldn't help but run out of sight.
Frosty
there once was a snowman named frosty
whose figure was round and quite glossy
he danced through the town
till the sun came around
and left poor old frosty quite saucy
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
there once was a reindeer named rudolph
whose bright nose would often just show off
he lit up the sleigh
but led them astray
when he stopped for a snack at the bake-off
Santa and the Elves
there once was a santa so stout
whose elves loved to scurry about
but they mixed up the toys
for the girls and the boys
and poor santa was left with a pout
Holiday Fun Limerick contest-
Santa, Frosty, Rudolph or Elf-
set of 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show." - Andrew Wyeth
Gentle flakes wish on frozen stars
Poetries, like grace, write memoirs
The night sounds like a shadow’s song
Listening to rhythms who belong
Moon rises against black of night
Still as the words making hearts right
Remember the Poet’s words so strong
Listening to rhythms who belong
Snow falls in silence, soft as clouds
Causing night to sing to the crowds
Twilight kills whatever is wrong
Listening to rhythms who belong
Gentle flakes wish on frozen stars
Listening to rhythms who belong
Frosty the snowman needed therapy.
There's a problem with my olfactory.
No matter what scent wafts by,
Or what cologne that I try,
It's only carrots I smell, don't you see?
There once was an elf by the name of Zig.
Who, unlike the rest of the elves, grew big!
Rather than stay and not fit,
He stowed on the sleigh and split!
Now Big Ziggy the elf drives a big rig!
The snowman just didn't know what to do...
He was so afraid of catching the flu!
His carrot nose in the way,
And the mask just wouldn't stay,
So to make ears, he broke his nose in two!
Perhaps earth will be lovingly kissed
With snowfall at a time such as this
To grace the holy day
Jesus was laid in hay
Our first and most blessed of Christmas gifts.
A short lifespan, a joyful lifespan
For Frosty the cold, winter showman
With hat, scarf, pipe and gloves
Provided with much love
From children who adore a snowman.
Slowly, sadly, snowman melts away
To the sorrow of childhood at play
Hopefully he'll be back
Before winter has past
And snowflakes come falling thick and fast.
The chilly breezes of winter,
As I walked by,
A man glanced at me,
And smiled,
It wasn’t creepy,
Nor was it nice,
It slowly disappeared,
Replaced by a look of ice,
The closer he came,
The faster I walked,
Only to be stopped by an unstable rock,
I stumbled and tripped,
Crying out in pain,
Alas, the man caught up before I could get up,
He looked at me with wide eyes,
Whilst I winced in pain,
He pulled my arm forcefully and threw me across his shoulders,
Carried me as I whined in protest,
People around stared blankly like I was a test,
Not bothering to help,
And that is how my story ends.
In the firmament, a frosty supply.
Winter whitening, within, without, high.
Each flake in brand new cookie cutter shape.
Meek congregates, quickening the landscape.
Base, torso, head - together in dreamland.
Snowballs giggle as they’re rolled big and grand.
‘Will he grin,’ he’s wondering, and perchance
‘an old hat, a half chomped carrot, nice stance.’
Contrast of black, coal eyes against blue skies.
Snow “fat” hopeful or melting skinny-size.
Snowman doesn’t wrinkle, scarf sticks, falters crown.
Man, in red garb, grabs coal, regifts, flees town.
Frosty
He can’t feel his fingers
They’ve gone numb
He built a snow girl
a beautiful one
Fashioned with snow
He gave her soft mitts
She’s perfectly sculpted
with ruby red lips
He kissed those red lips
brought her to life
Sexy with curves
Would she be his wife
When things got hot
She melted in his arms
I guess in the end
She succumbed to his charms.
there is a silence
held by the evening snow
settled outside the window
waiting the next gust
to lift this spirit in flow
a frosty dance to let go
Heidi Sands
1/18/24
(C)opyright
a frozen aria
an angry sparrow
barking at winter
a frozen farewell
a snowflake coating
on fallen feathers
the snow drifts
an unmoving breaker
patiently poised
an icicle threatens
the dallying drips
that give it life
a snowshoe rabbit
eyes the carrot
dark eyes watch
FROSTY
Frosty the snowman, the hero of the song
Fired from his winter job, as he always got it wrong
Found a job in Florida, cooking burgers on the hob
No longer a snowman, with his new hot summer job
A soulful look in those eyes of coal, sadness was complete
He soon had lost so much weight, a puddle round his feet
After one shift he was fired again when his hat he tried to doff
One serving even got a carrot when his nose fell off
There was so little left of him as he made his way back North
Snowbirds were quite different, travelling back and forth
He made the Canadian border, accumulating snow
Hoping that, given time and cold, his body may re-grow
But up into the mountains, it was so bitter cold he froze
So now he’s a national statue that everybody knows
frosty gray whispers,
sighing like the silent night,
gentling trembling flakes
crazy biting wind
lush green valley grows hazy ~
squirrel turns lazy
PLACE : 3rd
Written: August 25, 2023
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Whispering snowflakes
Slowly form a cocktail dance~
With winter's embrace
The lonely heartbeat
Ebbs to nothing in the cold~
Silence claims its toll.
Lost in darkened skies
They say look, sun will come one day~
But pain lingers on
In shadows, I dwell
Vines of sorrow grip my heart~
Stars weep in despair
A form named for its frosty style
with fire and ice,
’tis fairly clean and lacking guile.
Methinks I’ll linger here a while;
its metered rhyme is rather nice.
When I’m constrained, then I am free
to both run wild and be precise:
simplicity
that makes me smile.
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A form named after the pattern of Robert Frost’s poem, Fire and Ice
Rhyme: abaabcbca
Meter: 8/4/8/8/8/8/8/4/4
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