Christmas Imagery Poems

MY Collaboration with Ricky Nelson in the Last Days of 1980

The eventful news of that day about what was found on board that crashed plane,...

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I stand
Standing upon the emerald landscape
posture stiff and still
Eyes like black holes
devouring the space around me
Glass horse galloping, prisms 
exploding through the plainlands
Time passes faster...

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When the wind blows through the trees
I see you waving through the leaves
When the wind blows through the chimes
I hear your name in tonal rhymes
When...

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The spruce boughs looks so much larger once we get inside,
green needles trickle to the ground, a slow and steady tide,
so tall and stately you’d...

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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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White Christmas is not what many people think it is
As we know Christmas is a lively annual festival
Celebrated seven days before the end of the...

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I see you from the heights of a pine.
I get trippy-dizzy
with you beneath me.
I’m that dandelion
all alone, talking on the telephone,
wondering where
you’ve been - to...

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                        11/13/2023


Christmas...

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The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me 
when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco, 
fronting Union...

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Snowflakes are falling through the night
Making a blanket soft and white
Finding white pattern on the ground
It's a white Christmas all around...

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I saw you
for one fleeting moment,
a hug
on the cusp
of summer solstice,
that steady frigid
rock of winter
once more dissolved,
like a ghost of Christmas past,
while
I saw you
for one...

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*** Life’s Growing Joy Poem Within a Poem ***

My 70’s may be the decade
For reaching my pathway’s
Ends and Epiphanies: a service of ‘Lessons and Pains’

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“the fate of winter moths”
sitting on the  stoop, concrete sodden with
the chill of late winter. the air
acquires a coolness like your first breath
after confessional....

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*** Yes…Obscessed with Poetry! ***

As the moon was releasing finale beams
And the sun was dressing 
For her later, post-solstice, winter rise…
I had not yet slept,...

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