December is the coolest month
Or the coldest month in some countries
Bring the toys, bring the candies
Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas
At night. Stay away from the labyrinth
Get a Christmas tree to decorate
December is the jolliest month of the year
This is the winter month to go from fête to fête
Ride, ride the carousels
Ring, ring the bells
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets, cheer
Cheer and sing Christmas Carols to celebrate
The birth of Jesus Christ
Let it snow, let it snow
Smile and paint a rainbow
Be happy, be enticed
Have a very merry Christmas
Peace on Earth! Peace alas!
Copyright © December 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Amid the glare and glitter at this jolliest of seasons there lurks a deep rich human impulse born to halo moons.
Glowing cheek of cherry blossom offspring,
lovingly they tug at universal father figure Santa’s blood red garb,
sugar coated pledge that leave our budding spirit spellbound, in a trance.
Ice floe dreamscape wonderland a Mecca for this incandescent childhood phase,
where fantasy meets heart of gold creation.
Christmas pudding marinate, citrus peel aroma, coal fire nuggets ring dance round familiar carol bursts
If time shall not our derelict joys
Revive with tunes melodious so,
Let past's nostalgic merries balm
Our souls and bid all sorrows go.
Should ebbing laughter and smiles
Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve,
May old cheers of our jolliest whiles
Redeeming warmths pitifully impart.
Although gone mirths seldom thwart
Present galls despite their vivid hues,
Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are,
As would certainly void painful clues.
Thus might sweetly reechoed tones,
Excerpts from our merriments dead,
Like beneficent ditties in unison allay
All lingering whits of lonesome dread.
And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs
Twirl and twine in drab manners sour,
Beclouding paths erst snowing white;
Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.
her christmas cluster
santa claus menagerie
jolliest decor
It's
done.
Christmas
came and went;
the frenzied shopping,
friends and family gatherings.
Glad to see some at least once a year, on holidays.
The day after oft brings a big letdown when all returns to an ordinary day.
Oh
such
choice days
spent, now gone;
but fine thoughts linger.
The first new year resolution;
pray this will occur once again, come next December.
So bye for now, Christmas, as I gather up and pack away jolliest memories.
January 7, 2019
Syllables: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
For Contest, Strand Special 9
S oaked by mist, tassels of white mold
N imbly etches an icy pile;
O pal its lips on buttoned smile
W e play like children to unfold
M ister Snowman's jolliest game
A s our merry-go-rounds beguile
N ever ending through winter, aflame!
Brain Strand 263 Contest
People everywhere gleam with joy,
As the jolliest season comes once more.
Gift giving thrills their hearts;
Especially a turkey on a Christmas start.
Beautiful Christmas trees stood on every homes,
As children sang jolly songs.
Kids tore wrappers to find new toys,
As adults rejoices over new breath of hopes.
Christmas really is a jolly season,
The ever wonderful season of the year.
It comes once every 12 months only,
So we must make good use of this year.
The greatest gifts on Christmas,
Are not presents of multiple lists--
Toys, new dress, books and pens,
Or even delicious meals serve on magnificent feasts.
Songs no longer warms the hearts of the evil,
Kisses on mistletoe serves no love.
Heartwarming "hellos" are not enough,
To be the greatest gifts on Christmas.
What people need is a true heart of love,
Enough for us to each establish unity bonds.
Peace on earth as an everlasting dream,
So joy and goodness shall prevail as Christmas springs.
Evil and darknesss will drown forever,
And light shall serve its reign.
War and hatred will be conquered morover,
And everyone will have a friend.
These are the greatest gifts on Christmas!
However cheeky that sounds, that was the jolliest Lent of all times. All 31 times. Why not getting that? Wait a minute then, I'll rewrite that. That was the jolliest three months of all times. All 124 times.
Let's look around us: is the slowly-spinning and stunning Earth
the happiest place to spend a lifetime and then suddenly die?
Sorry to say it has never been such, unless we're portents of faith;
where can we go to find our peaceful haven and not cling to a lie?
During the Holidays some cry, some smile: what a social contradiction!
Spot the weeping souls around the corner, their tears are real!
They wish they had it all, we but they can't change their condition;
now, meet the ones who smile and always control life's spinning wheel!
The Frasers have a beautiful home with a pool and tennis court,
during the Holidays they display their wealth with the jolliest heart:
while the Dickson's run-down house has cheap garlands and lights;
often their kids stare in awe and wish they lived there on chilly nights!
Although they are neighbors, they seem to be living many miles apart,
they never exchange greetings: it's a wall built on total selfishness;
shouldn't they be like good friends that feel selfeless love in their heart?
The Johnsons and the Frasers refuse to settle their huge differences!
Written on 11/29/2015
I would love to be Santa for the longest day,
wear his red suit that he kept in the closet,
roam every street to make children giggle and laugh
as hard as they can...no child or teen I will turn away!
His famous "Oh, Oh! " I will rehearse
with patient and perfection...
making my loud voice hoarse!
Santa pay me a visit before Christmas,
we'll figure out a plan to suit our need...
before snow falls and kids start to fantasize!
And with our " Oh, Oh, " we greet everyone,
giving away gifts and hugs to many indeed...
look! They're running towards us to knock us down!
Imagine the sleigh bells ringing as we'll be caroling,
stopping for another " Oh, Oh " to delight a curious child...
wouldn't that be the jolliest Christmas feeling?
In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!
Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!
A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud!
Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!
She sits there, rocking back and forth
always with a smile on her face,
just five feet three inches of her,
and about four hundred pounds,
To us kids, who had never
seen anyone this big,
she was gigantic, humongous.
Then we got to know her
and we all loved every bit of her,
She was the jolliest, happiest
person, we had ever seen.
When Miss Gladys laughed
we called it a "belly laugh,"
Looked like it came up
from the tips of her toes
straight up her legs, and into her belly.
Her whole body shakes
as she leans back, tilts her head upwards,
And from deep within her
comes this joyous sound,
and her belly jiggles around
like a huge bowl of jello,
And we laugh with her
Yes! the whole village
erupts in laughter,
every time Miss Gladys laughs.
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