Christmas Language Poems

Dark clouds fill the horizon. 
sweeping through the sky 
like soldiers going to battle,
layers and layers of clouds 
spreading all around hunkering
 in th ground...

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There was a venturous gent
Who travelled the earth’s extent
But at the North Pole
It took quite a toll
Deciphering their accent

It started when he heard elves
Discussing amongst...

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I sold my soul to Santa,
but it's much too soon to tell.
If an everlasting Christmas
is preferable to hell....

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I Walk into Bobby Department Store
And I yelled where are the Jamaican and Barbadian at?
This might sound a little weird to most,
however, it’s that time...

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(To be sung to the tune of the Christmas Carol - “Away in a Manger”)
Nature’s Language of Love
The landscapes are glowing when the world awakes...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Happily retired as a senior,
I sang with the choirs.

Played the piano for the birthdays and teas,
To an appreciative audience.
 
Wrote two books, "Living with God",
The...

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When Freedom Grows Cold
(not a nice poem)

One day the dogs will not bark. 
I/we will not be ready, 
as they will have failed...
to do all...

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You Texas Cuspidata!
Not you, and not a curse:
Taxus cuspidata, for Japanese Yew!

So, don’t confuse a plant with the Ibex
Ilex serrata – that’s Christmas Holly
Or Japanese...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through...

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Santa is the grandfather of all children,
he lets them sit on his leg and tells them many stories;
if they are sad, he laughs hard and...

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The gospels had a readership at the time, full of implied meanings, 
Of course, what was implied then, wouldn’t be implied today 
Where would you...

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Oh, how we underestimate the small and simple,
the power of the heart of all God's people,
sometimes kept small, like a jewel in his box,
for safe...

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In My Language

This you might not know is a conversation,
It’s a conversation not of persons.
This is a conversation of multiple languages.
If you could observe the...

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I feel invisible. And Christmas feels like another terror crisis for families. I design 
every city, feel no pity for this except, and  can't...

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