Long Christmas Poems
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THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF WINTER, IS A SIGN,
OF WHAT OLD MAN WINTER, HAS IN MIND.
OLD MAN WINTER IS UNBELIEVABLY KEEN,
CHECK OUT HIS HISTORY TO SEE WHAT I MEAN.
HE SETS US UP TO THINK ALL IS WELL.
THEN UNLEASHES A BLIZZARD FROM HELL.
WE SHOVEL THE SNOW AND CLEAR THE STREETS.
AFTER A DAY HE DUMPS THREE MORE FEET.
HE WILL MAKE IT SNOW FOR A VERY WHITE CHRISTMAS.
IN HIS OWN WORDS "YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS"
HE DELIVERS JOY FOR THE SNOWBOARDER TYPE,
BUT AT 12,000 FEET IT'S A FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE.
BACK IN THE CITY IT'S FREEZING COLD,
QUITE THE HAZARD, FOR THE WEAK AND THE OLD.
JUST OFF THE LAKE , IT WAS FORTY BELOW.
EFFECTS OF THE WINDCHILL OR SO WE ARE TOLD.
DOWN FROM THE NORTH AND ACROSS THE PLAINS,
WHITEOUT CONDITIONS ARE PURELY INSANE.
OLD MAN WINTER LOVES FREEZING RAIN.
IT'S HIS WAY OF INFLICTING PAIN.
FROM TIME TO TIME WE JUST DON'T KNOW,
WHAT IS MEANT BY COLD WET SNOW.
JUST FOR KICKS HE LIKES TO TAKE DOWN TREES,
BY FREEZING RAIN AND ASSERTING A BREEZE.
NEVER, NEVER, CALL OLD MAN WINTER A *****.
YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF, OFF THE ROAD IN A DITCH.
What do I want to write?
I will write about whatever the h I want to write
Why do you feel like you have to write about
Christmas on Christmas Day?
I will write about dreams
Do you believe in dreams?
No
Dreams are for dreamers
Because everything you do is dictated by the Man - God
You cannot do, say anything that
if He doesn't want you to do it
you can't do it
I want to start things long ago
But can I start?
No
He doesn't want me to start it
Everything has a time - its time
If if it's not the right time
You can't do it
So what are dreams good for?
They motivate you
They put things in the back burners
- in the back of your mind
That yes, you should get to it
When are dreams fulfilled?
When the Man upstairs fulfills ya
And that could be today
tomorrow, who knows?
Who is the Boss?
It's certainly not you
You are not the boss
I am not the boss
No one is the boss - except Him
He dictates it
And don't you forget it
Got to tell you a story
I know this one girl
Who got promoted so quick
Until one day she thinks she is King
Because that was what I thought
When I saw the way she treated the other person
And the next day, guess what?
She was no longer running the show
She did something she was not supposed to
And get canned
So you see?
God can promote you
And He can demote you
Don't think you can run the show
Don't let your head get all wired
And forget
Only HE - can run the show
Whose show is it?
His
You are only here because of Him
You only do because He makes you do it
Don't think it is you who is doing it
Good luck and good show
Be a Merry Christmas, will ya?
THINGS WERE FINALLY LOOKING UP FOR MY FAMILY AFTER ALL WE WERE HOMELESS WE'D RELOCATED FROM FLORIDA DURING SEVERE TROPICAL STORMS EARLY IN AUGUST 1997 HOW BLESSED I WAS SIX CHILDREN ME AND MY HUSBAND MAYOR DALEYS OFFICE ADOPTING MY FAMILY DONATING SO MUCH TO US AND THE ENTIRE SHELTER CHRISTMAS 1997 I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN GREATLAKES HIRED ME ALL OF MY OLD SUPERVISORS FROM FORT SHERIDAN WERE NOW STORE MANAGERS FINANCE OFFICERS WE WERE A FAMILY IN FORT SHERIDAN NOW GREATLAKES SO IT WAS PLEASANT EXCEPT I HAD TO CATCH THE METRA FROM CHICAGO TO GET TO WORK 22 CITIES AND TOWNS TO GREATLAKES LIFE FOR ME WAS NOW AWESOME ACTUALLY FOUND A NEW APARTMENT OUTSIDE OF GREATLAKES WE SETTLED INTO MAY 1998 MY HUSBAND WAS HIRED AT EMCO CHEMICAL PLANT NORTH CHICAGO THAT'S WHEN TRAGEDY OCCURED ON SHERIDAN ROAD ANOTHER FIRE KILLING A HOMELESS MAN PEOPLE CALLED IT THE MEMORIAL DAY FIRE BUT WHO COULD EVER FORGET A HORRID FIRE MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND THIS TRIGGERED ALL KINDS OF FEELINGS ESPECIALLY ABOUT MY HUSBAND AFTER THE FBI QUESTION HIM ABOUT THAT 98 FIRE I REMEMBER WAITING FOR HIM TO ARRIVE FROM WORK 11PM TO 7 PM IT WAS MID MORNING HE STORMS IN SMELLING OF SOOT SMOKE FRIGHTENED HE CLAIMED HE WAS LATE BECAUSE HE MET WITH CIRO GARGANO TO GET HIS PAPER TAG FOR THE CAR CLOSING ALL THE DRAPES WHILE SIRENS BLARED HIS EYES WERE DARK HAUNTING YES SHERIDAN ROAD WAS ON FIRE MIXED EMOTIONS COMPLETELY PERHAPS IT WAS CORRUPTION HIRED HIM ALL THIS TIME TO FRAME CIRO GARGANO FOR ANOTHER FIRE HiENCE FRAME ME FOR AN ARSON MURDER 9 VICTIM GONE DARK EITHER WAY SCARY BECAUSE I WAS THREATENED ABOUT THAT FIRE WHY
January
Journey into the New Year named after Janus,
the god of beginnings and transitions.
Another year of New Year’s
celebration and resolutions
of new beginnings,
putting the past behind us,
and going forward into the future.
Under the Wolf Moon,
also known as the Cold,
Snow, or Winter Moon,
coldest month of the year.
Zodiac signs Aquarius and Capricorn,
birthstone garnet,
flower carnations.
Considered the month of deep reflection and celebrating
Coptic Christmas to remember Jesus Christ’s birth
Year with cheer and success.
~
January 25
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8/9/2015
An army of mites reside in our lashes
With mouths and tiny claws
Along the road to human evolution
This was surely a major flaw
Astronauts strangely can't burp in space
What useless dribble is that
Felines can have over one hundred kittens
Now that's one pooped out cat
Some atheists put up Christmas trees
An identity crisis for sure
A cow can poop up to four tons a year
That's sure a big batch of manure
A woman once had sixty-nine children
Talk about barefoot and pregnant
With a dirty big bunch of kiddies like that
She could hold her own beauty pageant
Nose prints are used to identify dogs
Imagine if they used those for humans
Especially during the influenza season... yuk!
There'd be snot all over the policeman
The salary of Toto in “The Wizard Of Oz”
Was a hundred twenty dollars a week
That's a hundred and twenty dollars more than me
Since retiring, my new job is sleep
The tallest people in the world are the Dutch
Must duck underneath the windmills
While kissing, most tilt their head to the right
But there's some who rub noses still
The panda in the Christmas lights
Dreamily wiped the sleep from his eyes,
As he slowly looked around the tree.
Throughout all the December nights
Leading to the season’s holiday,
He hoped to be on Santa’s list
Of the children who would receive
A gift near the tree before sunrise.
He looked through the darkness in surprise,
As he saw a toy in a box,
That the branches hid from our sights,
And it had come fresh from Santa’s sleigh.
He pulled the ribbon with a twist,
And tossed it upward to the heights
Of the darkened brick fireplace mantle,
That contained an empty glass and plate.
He was still at the young age of eight
When his Christmas wish had come true.
Looking back upon this given day,
These youthful times are dearly missed.
© 2021
A simple decision
I came to accept at a younger age than known
I don’t remember my earlier birthdays
But since it fell in place
September, November, December
Then it’s a depressional season alone
If it were up to me, when I reached seven
I would have been heavenly gone
And you ask me
Will I be coming home for the holidays?
Holidays, they come, they go
For smiles and snow, a New York warmth
I’d trade with any convict doing death row
You punish me, but it seems to be
Something more than mischief
A flaw in your parental morals
Let’s graph the hope held in each poor child
You and I
We have-nots were claimed as plurals
Life long friends
How much more can we endure pal
Do you no longer ask
If I’ll be home for the holidays
This is for your birthday, each passing Christmas
The wars in which you continue to enlist us
The days you missed us
The casualties whom bit the dust
The individuals whom pissed on trust
For those entitled to this imperishable crush
Will you be home for the holidays?
Like wiping snow off a window
to feel and see the warmth of
a fireplace inside.
You use your glove and in an instant,
see your relatives and you
playing happily.
You remember the days when meat
was not a sin to eat.
And candy was OK too, imported
chocolates so fine, not a forbidden
treat.
The real and thick white flocked Christmas
tree with elegant pinknballs in crystal.
A warm tear swims into the crevice of your dimple!
For you remember, too well, when life was simple!
There was no huge television blaring~
just soft songs of the season.
You remember with gladness that
people talked to one another.
Not to cell phones constantly ringing.
Love and communication floated
in the Christmas air!
At midnight you went to Mass to
honor the birth of Jesus Christ.
Smells of frankincense and real
candles, filled your nostrils.
All these and more, divine and
spiritual catalysts
Ah,tragically.. exist now.
Only in memory's forgotten mist!
September 17,2019
*Inspired by my Cousin Maggie and Cousin Yolanda and my best friend Joanie with memories of Elmwood Park and the endless beauty we walked in.*
Splendor of soft shoulders
caressed by sinking sun
Out my window the western slope
of the thick coated Rocky Mountains
Once upon a clear cold Colorado Chrstmas
purple brushed horizon flecked with gold
filled my picture window
Mesmerized I stood staring
at this huge canvas hung in the Louver
God's and goddesses swirling about
in a swath of psychedelic clouds
refracting the colors of slow dimming light
Mt. Olympus in my living room
I was seventeen living in a dream
high up in the sandstone cliffs
carved out by the west's Mississippi
Nature, sweet mother of mine, purging
my childhood nightmare with sunsets
mountains, rivers and springs
On the banks of that fat river below
I listened to nothing but hope
Even in the echo of crackling ice
Even when she froze everything still
she made life beautiful
Never ever did she
punish my anger
but kissed it away with her love
with forests, flowers, birds and trees
She gentled my soul when I held her hand
and took me back from the jails and hospitals
every time I ran
Seventeen, fresh from my last disaster
Christmas Eve eight hundred miles
from expulsion and friends I missed
my dreaded return to the last place I left
There she was…
… arms spread clear across the valley
to hug me… her renegade child
My mother, bless her heart--
--wasn't happy to see her headache return
But my "other" mother was.. yeah
I took refuge in the painted cliffs and canyons that surrounded me
and when I came down to the valley floor
I would stop before the bridge
and walk down to listen to the big water's mighty roar…
It never stopped rolling and never ran dry
despite all obstacles
and neither did I
My savior doesn't have a birthday
but I will celebrate my hope in "His"
Just that warm sun
slinking like a coyote
over the western horizon
that Christmas Eve
is all the hope I'll ever need
"Jingle bell, jingle bell"
... here we go again
"Driving Home For Christmas"
... with headache and pain
"Last Christmas"
... I feel drowned in the deep sea
"Santa Claus Is Coming To Town"
... the truth of the story is the key
"Happy Xmas"
... a contrast between your heart so cold
"Rockin 'around The Christmas Tree"
... with your shoes of fake gold
"I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"
... I saw embraced in a brutal stranglehold
"O Holy Night"
... surrounded by lies as told
"White Christmas"
... while darkness descends uncontrolled
"Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas"
... everything I loved is controlled
"Sleigh Ride"
... some lack of desire, feeling fooled
"All I Want For Christmas Is You"
... but it was the "king" who ruled
_____________
"Blue Christmas"
... prepare a dinner for one
20.11.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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