Long Carolling Poems
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It’s an old-fashioned
Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing
The choir’s singing
Their wrists a-swinging, up and down
It’s an old-fashioned
Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow
Fresh and new
Flakes still falling, silently blowing
It’s an old-fashioned
Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine
Some popped
Into cherub mouths, those kids grinning
It’s an old-fashioned
Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future
Chills from the draft
As the smoke pours into the hereafter
It’s an old-fashioned
Christmas Eve - carolling comes calling
To each decked out door
Gifts scattered under tree at midnight
It’s an old-fashioned
Church service - all eyes on Jesus
The babe’s in the manger
Kids - Bethlehem clothed
Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing
Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow
Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine
Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future
Christmas Eve - carolling comes calling
Church service - all eyes on Jesus
Bring back the old-fashioned joy
From ground to high sky
birds fill break of day with song
feathered hymns rejoice—
dawn chorus of wing and will
call all to join nature's voice
Magpie's carolling
ignites dawn with fluted bells
welcoming chorale
in day-break's cathedral dome
joyous songs of devotion
Willie Wagtail struts
tail flicks like a metronome
swagger in each step—
black-and-white little soldier
stakes claim to place of its own
Grey Fantail arc skits
with tail flits like restless fan
chaos ensemble—
air itself shakes in the dance
with its frantic flight patterns
Superb Fairy-wren
courageous, blatantly bold
blazes bright in blue—
outlandish flare on green leaves
with its beauty turned to dare
Eastern Whip-bird cracks
the lash to rouse sleepy heads
who missed the alarm
stumbled wobbly out of bed—
hoping no one would notice
The Welcome Swallow
adept aerial maestro—
dazzles watching throngs
with its acrobatic stunts
snatching at insects mid-flight
Quote: "May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?"
- Lord Edward Thurlow
The jazzy arched blossoms with vibrant hues
Bouquet boutiques and the scent they diffuse
The terrain seems as an embroidered piece
God's stretched hanky as the Eden of peace
Nonchalant vibes of nature's musicians
Organize a dais for auditions
The carolling tunes make it a dreamland
All become a part of this music band
The redolence and the trills in full swing
Forging May stellar as the heart of spring
Place: 2nd
"In my fragile little ship, I sail, sail
In the tempestuous sea of life
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast"~ by poet
Breathing in and out the notes of life,
from first cry to last sigh, you sing
you sing.... unbeknownst
unbeknownst to you as to
what tunes and notes of life
you will be singing..
but you keep singing... taking cues
taking cues from the
rhythm of the twirl of time.
As you warble to the ticking of time
sometimes...
a melody is created
and the moment becomes lovely -
when your hum is harmonious to
the rhythm, tempo, and dynamics of life.
Listening to that melody - so sweet,
buds of love and peace bloom straightaway
in vibrant colours
to savour and celebrate
the beautiful moment:
a moment as beautiful
as the sweet smile of a child
and as peaceful as the
stillness of a meditation hall.
At times, your voice cracks
you sing outside the range
hitting the wrong note...
and.........oh........
you slip down the stairs
the last step extending down to
the hassles and hard times of life...
like a banana peel
in an already slippery road,
like a dust in the eye
that blurs your vision,
like that of a Wordle game
that leaves you totally clueless.
Such wrong notes
in your song of life
leave you in dismay
like a torn page in a book:
you get dejected, dispirited, and disheartened
and a confused state of mind follows.
But you know you should not stop
you need to ignore the wrong note you struck
not a wince, blink or a pause..
you have to just move
on and on...
and get your mojo back
to continue carolling
the rest of your notes of life
in accordance to the
rhythm of time...
Date: 02/24/2022
'F' form - Free verse - New - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Life
First Place
Poem Of The Day on 02/24/2022
Winds of change
are fanning the flames
are fanned by the deranged.
The flames of misdirection,
the winds giving chase
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage.
Horned cheering section.)
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings
park their game pieces in place,
holding and withholding payment Ace.
Get out of jail free blowhards,
influencerned by the currency,
jeering and cheering till blue in the face,
screaming Climate
Emergent Divergent Hunger Games Emergency.
Media trumpet producing endearings,
(lipstick on a Pig) for their Rat King,
(as on a White Horse)
as we grow too Sheepish to speak out, too pale
and timid to spell out their obvious course,
to vomit our rejection as diseased
as we are enslaved
under cells and convections and
tales intertwined, sanctioned throughout,
Stormgate's, leak, its Codex toothed, overreaching security breach.
Never again will we be as we were,
neVer to take flight,
or steer our own course again in our own
atmosphere.
The Mandate is clear, the Score
is reported by message board monitors
of the process, onboard,
onboarding for the Beast System processors,
riding People, herding, coral carolling
to Lucifer, sacrificial Sheeple in a transitional
Rat Race, vermen looking through peepholes.
The Piper's progress is polaroided in twain,
kodachrome rolls back the esteem, smiles of the insane, back of the head, peace sign.
Shut wide eyes rolling white for dead retina scan mouth foamed enrapture
Signature erasure brain panned for fools gold,
sold out, captured souls,(devout).
Recorders in tow, changing how the wikiwind blows,
how counts voted by Moderator,
gestapo teams, Bon Appetit, Virtual Travel, Vogue, Akinator, Mad Magazine.
(Needle in the Aperture bobbin tattoo
BuckarooBonzai glass saddles and shoes.)
Laser id suture chip sewn in diodes
of TripleBeam Barley, Wheat, Triplesec, meat...
Meta threads to breadcrumb gumshoe private dick heads, treads of
sleuth your every thought and intent, move.
Passenger monitoring, the acceptable temperature, moderate beautiful soup lukewarm chum
to taste an ode to the pasts vernacular
naked lunch humble pie shoots
in the face gruel,
heckler
of riding the storm out without Jesus, fools-Spectacular.
In search of the vows to honour
when destiny takes me into tomorrow,
Perhaps, God has chosen that ultimate hour,
for angels to take up my spirit and follow.
Former life defines the new consecration,
I hear the taunting voice in my innate choice,
conscience accusation to quell further devotion
doubt renders incline to sabotage my service.
Welcome hymns sang within retrieve conscience
divine melodies changed my perspective on life,
my dancing shoes move with burning experience
joy compel from heaven steps to take off strife.
The clamp inside moved away from stowaway zone
Change pride into an epiphany of a miracle.
Revealed the voice I heard was not my own,
it was unexpected, compelling, inspiring angel.
Struck with an epiphany upon holy ground
Stand in awe under the shadow of a crown,
with faith to believe the feelings I had found,
spoke in a dream not with the tongues I own.
But innocent Infant days ended ritual traditions
finding striking realisation the meaning of time,
twelve years wasted, thinking about illusions
conclusions celebrate these lucky days of mine.
An epiphany spirit descending sprinkling entry,
beautiful enhancement carolling through the door,
a star browsing over homes with love and mercy
Aspects of hope with unlimited scope to explore.
It was an EVEning to remAMBER for Jane,
WEN DA men gathered in the GLEN,
OL I VER there were Taylor's friends uNOAHn
So, she was STEPH AN' FREDDYn' alone
Then HER MAN, Taylor, called out
In an almost drunKEN stupor of doubt,
"WIL MA' DARLENE come here please?"
She was AL FRED but he PERSISts.
She went half-hearTEDly JUST IN time
To see him NEIL there in the grime,
"WILLIE MARY me, Jane?" he asked her,
even as the loud CAROLINE got BETTY.
She couldn't even MARSHALL her thoughts,
But simply NODDY 'yes' through the tears she fought,
"Oh! KENN ETH be?" Taylor said in a whispered hush,
Then cried out to the ESTHERs, "SHANN ON and IGNATI US".
His wish was GRANTed that memorABEL night,
Jane was ulTIMOTHY his after his long 'single' plight.
All his friends were FELICITY Taylor and Jane,
This memory would throughout their OLIVEs remain.
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ALL NAMES ARE IN CAPITAL LETTERS;
The meanings of names used with POETIC LICENSE are given below:
Wenda - when the; Oliver - all who were; unoahn- unknown; Stephan' - stiff and; Freddyn' - fretting; Wilma' - will my; Darlene- darling; Alfred - all afraid; Neil- kneel; Willie- will you; Mary- marry; Caroline- carolling; Betty- better; Marshall- used as verb; Noddy- nodded; Kenneth- can it; Esther- stars; Shannon- shine on; Ignatius- ignite us; ulTimothy- ultimately; Felicity- felicitating; Olive- lives.