KUUMBA
(Creative Kwanzaa Thoughts For Today)
In the tree of life,
Let creative branches teach;
Awareness well barked:-
Let your flowers bloom,
Canvassing our destiny;
Reflecting healing:-
Pain well, life’s beauty,
Blooming in God’s great glory;
Canvassing his love:-
Be that tree of god,
Branches spread wide with his love;
Green leafs with his peace:-
Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree
Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree
Children’s faces aglow
Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe
Midnight mass tradition with family
Flights have been cancelled call the hotels!
Humbug to last minute changes and jingle bells
Lil black dress doesn’t fit
BYO Test My Drink Kit
It’s pub night with my standby drinking pals
Merry Christmas
Joyeux Noël
Feliz Navidad
Happy Hanukkah
Happy Kwanzaa!
Santa's reindeer were ready for Christmas,
but then Rudolph developed some stiffness.
They asked his son Robbie
to do the job and he
agreed, which was most serendipitous.
Veronica and her friend Monica
joined loved ones to celebrate Hanukkah.
They sang songs of the season
giving very good reason
for Monica to play harmonica.
Meanwhile, Madonna and her friend Tonya
went to Togo to celebrate Kwanzaa.
Upon arriving, alas,
they both inhaled some burned grass,
which authorities called marijuana.
Bells
Shiny silver bells with glistening red bow
Are dangling from my entry gate
Though silently because they're faux.
But I imagine they ring and resonate
Their joyous sounds for all to hear
That give us pause to contemplate
At this busy bustling time of year
Just what it is we celebrate:
As Christians sing "O Holy Night"
And Kwanzaa honors community
While Hanukkah menorahs are all alight
My bells proclaim man's unity.
Let the bells from every steeple and tower
With hope and conviction heartily peal
And the heavens open and generously shower
Society with the grace to unify and heal.
Molly Moore
Natal
Hoje,
diga 'Feliz Natal' para pessoas que não conheça
ou para pessoas que são cristãs.
Diga 'Feliz Hanukkah'
para as pessoas que sabe
que são ou suspeita que sejam judias.
Seja Natal, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa,
e todos os dias a partir de agora,
apenas sirva a outra pessoa
cada vez mais e mais.
Lembre sempre:
o bem e o serviço
às outras pessoas
é o aluguel que você paga
pelo seu quarto aqui na terra.
Feliz Dia...
Hopes and prayers soar in aspiration
In this season of heightened anticipation
When diverse cultures in our great nation
Await their holidays with eager expectation
Channukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa -- in ideation
All Festivals of Light, their candles lit with jubilation
In awareness of their symbolic inspiration
Fervent flames proclaiming messages of liberation
Midst the darkness of December's nocturnal hibernation
And from its accomanying spiritual malaise and dislocation --
Blazing a path to renew mankind's powers of imagination
Rekindling our sense of wonder at God's purposeful Creation
Glitter, Glamour, Glitz and Spritz
Shimmer and Sparkle, oh how we marvel at all the Ritz
It's a Holiday Fest At Its Best!
Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Spiritual...
whatever your ritual, it's time to reflect, reconnect
and rejoice to be alive and revive our souls and minds
This is an awe inspiring, rejuvenating time!
Holiday songs and singalongs
messages to keep a song in our hearts
not just in December, but everyday to remember...
regarding Love, Forgiveness and Re-inventive Starts!
Now on to food, do you know what tastes good?
EVERYTHING*
There is so much to choose...
any mouth watering decadence
embraces my stomach a happy resident,
I look forward and I bet you do too!
A Fruit Cake in a Decorative Tin Bin...
Well, Ya' Know...
That's Optional! (SMILE)
Can't write about Christmas or New Years Day, Written just for Paula's
Or Easter or Kwanzaa or any other Holiday. Contest :)
I've written too much about war, about love,
and depression and sex both deserve a shove.
I guess that I could just swallow my pride,
And sneak in a write about suicide'
But Paula don't want these kinds of idolitry,
She wants us to write a poem about poetry.
How do you write about what you never said,
Or the way that words rattle around in your head?
Or how hard those words are to make a pen fashion,
Or how when they're written they seem to lose passion?
O Poem, what can I write about you?
I think until my thinker turns blue,
I come to the end of a poem about poetry,
But it won't rhyme.
The Pride of a Black Man…
is evident from birth
from day one he’s the strongest on earth
It grows in him like a planted seed
giving him the will and fortitude he’ll need
The Pride of a Black Man…
is what makes him unique
giving him that special quality others seek
It makes him stand tall on the darkest days
his mettle never ceases to amaze
The Pride of a Black Man…
is what makes him whole
embedded in his heart and soul
It’s what drives him to be the best
enabling him to withstand any test
The Pride of a Black Man…
is a wondrous thing
passed down from African Kings
It has survived slavery, apartheid, and segregation
Manifested into id and Kwanzaa celebrations
The Pride of a Black Man…
is Evers, King, and X
Mandela, Farrakhan, and whoever steps up next
It’s a Panther struggling, fighting for a cause
dying for his people not applause
The Pride of a Black Man…
is all he has at times
but its powers are sublime
It’s what allows him to be
at once imprisoned and free