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Amaryllis splendid beauty, Christmas bells of pride thrill us
Birds of Paradise in flight making its opera debut in its crane plumage crown
Calla Lilly’s endless white elegance bouquet, a peek-a-boo lavender funnel play
Daffodils, shoo-in to scoop arm loads, out of the cold, into the morning sunlight spills
Ephemeral, short-lived and quickly fading beauties, trilliums, and harbinger of spring
Freesia innocence captures your heart trust with its fragrances and sword beauty
Gaura, a wand burst of delicate stars as bee-blossoms sing delightful springtime
Hyacinths, sincerity of fragrant with folded leaves a play bouquet of stars
Impatiens, touch-me-not to bloom anew Bizzy-Lizzy in all its playful trim
Jack-in-the-pulpit Arisaema triphyllum striped showy pining lover male-female as one
Kangaroo Paws their long beautiful stalks attract birds to perch and sip its nectar
Lily of the Valley flowers of spring sweetly scented miasmatic wedding bells
Marigolds brightly shine in bur-pee garden spicing up a dish fresh, and new
Nightshade, adorable soothing little green elfish hat and long flowing pink skirt
Orchids a touch of elegance in its uniquely posture, delicate in its buoyant poetry
Peonies, shades of red to white or yellow fragrant strong and hardy the Flower Fairy
Quinces magical splash of color with thorns heralds spring
Rue, sour herb of grace symbol of purity deterrent kitties and snakes
Sweet Peas reaching to the heavens embraced by the breeze, then flowers fade
Tansy yellow bitter buttons hang dry then boiled to clear amber-yellow dye
Uva-Ursi, grape of the bear blowing pink urn kisses into the air
Voodoo Lily, breathtaking with its height and beauty, not its foul odor attracting buzz
Windflower, star sprinkle flowers in your garden, but easies stomach and cough
Xeronema Callistemon sheer dazzling red toothbrush look perched on cliff top
Yellow Anemone, pure and fresh sleeps at night and wakes at a hint of sun
Zinnias sway with its parade of orange tutus charming wings flavor its beauty
4/26/2016
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
I imagine one of the reasons we love the Christmas/Holiday season is all the kindness in the air…and how, when we stop to look around, we see magic everywhere.
Our city’s Old Time Christmas parade this year was immediately upstaged…
when our eldest grandson and his girlfriend face-timed us to say they were engaged.
So our step was already a little lighter as we waved to Santa, listened to the bands and played in the Florida snow while bumping into old friends…and a host of people we didn’t know.
All around us we saw a wonderful diversity…we saw children racing ahead with parents running after…our noses were filled with the aroma of Christmas while the streets were filled with laughter.
It wasn’t the most silent of nights…but it was holy…nothing was calm but everything was bright…when we stopped to listen to a children’s choir as they sang Oh Holy Night.
At an Old Time Christmas the Christmas spirit has a way of rising up inside you…
you find yourself saying Merry Christmas to strangers because that’s just what you do.
Deborah said Merry Christmas to a young woman standing next to us and here’s the second reason we’ll forever remember this date…
after repeating Merry Christmas she said, “And I have something to truly celebrate.”
She looked into Deborah’s eyes…then she looked around at me…
before announcing,“I got great news from my doctor today…I am cancer free!”?
She said, “I don’t have any hair left and I don’t care if I look bad…
I put on this old wig so I could celebrate with my husband, Mom and Dad.”
Then Deborah, in a voice emphatic, compassionate and clear said,
“Not only do you look beautiful…but it’s beautiful that you’re here.”
And for the second time in a few hours we were treated to a magical sight….
The first was when and engagement announcement lit up our day…
the second when a young woman’s smile lit up our night.
We said Merry Christmas to each other and walked off to the music of Christmas bells in the background ringing…
both wondering if that was a children’s choir we had heard…
or,
through the magic of Christmas,
the voices of angels singing.
Christmas season is here again
A season that calls for celebration
A time set aside to remember the birth of the king of kings
Let us go into this season with our hearts full of praises
As we give our Christmas gifts of golds, myrrhs and frankincenses to our king
While our houses are decorated with Christmas signatures, our Christmas decorations
What a season to share, love and re-activate the significance of the birth of the king
A time and period to remember
A season that caresses with joy and happiness leaving pain and sadness without attention
A season where the Christmas lights glow-shinning brighter than ever before
The Christmas bells jingle as the people sing aloud Christmas carols and mingle
Hearts are full of praises, excitement fills the air
Angels ascend and descend with gifts as we proceed into a new year
The snowman resurfaces not wanting-unwilling to miss out of this joyful Christmas season
Christmas hampers fill every home, indeed Christmas season leaves us with a feeling of
joyful happiness to behold
The mistletoe sprouts curling its way around homes
Christmas trees emerge in every home as snowflakes descend
Christmas cards are delivered to spread the love and celebration across every home, town,
street, city, community, continent, region, and world
The sounds of Christmas carols soar into the clouds, echoing into the membranes of the earth
The Candle lights shine bright in this Christmas season
Christmas eases the pain of January to November
With the Christmas bells “gingling”
We make Christmas wishes and hope Santa delivers our Christmas gifts
Can you hear the Christmas carols setting the template for the Christmas feeling ?
An indeed reuniting season
Christmas hampers and gifts go round every family
Christmas candles light the world
“Oh Christmas tree” sings the Christmas trees
Jiggle your Christmas bells aloud and let the Christmas cards and pictures give us
memories of the lovely and beautiful Christmas moments we shared.
Form:
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
It is the day after Thanksgiving and I string up some lights,
Outside some blue blinking, red and green candy cane colors,
Except this year it's 55 degrees outside and not the same,
The tall green pines aren't blanketed with snow, or covered.
We bought a real tree this year not like the fakes in the past,
Walked around the lot and picked it out ourselves,
Lil' Ellie helped me decorate it the exact way she liked,
While I quietly sneak out and place the elf on the shelf.
Garland draped on the ceiling beams belonging no where else,
I cry as I pull out the village my great grandmother made,
Pure porcelain baked and cured with glaze baked in the kiln,
This moment for anything in this world I will never trade.
As the Eve arrives the family gathers for a toast,
“Cheers to the love that our family can share”,
Another Christmas day is about to approach,
Not too long and 2016 will be declared.
I leave the house key for Santa underneath our doormat,
Before bed Ellie lays the plate full of carrots and cookies,
She wrote him a long thank you note before he came,
For in the morning Santa will bring her sweets and goodies.
Morning doves came singing and Christmas bells a' ringing,
I look out the bay window and gaze in surprise,
Santa has brought us a slight drift of snow fall,
You should've seen the look in Ellie's eyes.
The day will be very busy full of many gracious gifts,
Then we will all gather around the dinner table for roast beef,
How glorious it feels for all of us to gather together,
For I must say Christmas means family, joy and peace.
Date Written: December 11, 2015
Written By: Laura Loo
Autumn’s first cold wind has come,
It passes over names in stone,
And leaves of gold and red swirl 'round,
As I stand here all alone,
I think back to years long since past,
Memories almost forgotten,
I watch them scatter with the wind,
Did I ever have all that I wanted?
And as I think about such things,
I begin to feel a chill,
Is someone there behind me,
Fear makes the whole world still,
And then I hear a whisper,
As soft as when you sigh,
It whispers softly into my ear,
Why is it that you cry,
I spin about to see the one,
Who whispered this to me,
And in the waning light of Autumn’s day,
A ghostly impression is all I see,
It spoke so soft I could barely hear,
About the times of old,
And sadness soon replaced my fear,
As the wind blew still so cold,
It spoke of farmlands, hills and tree’s,
That stretched so far away,
And sunsets rays of pinks and reds,
Over the golden fields would lay,
Of Autumn’s colors and falling leaves,
And frost that turned to snow,
Of horse and carriage and Christmas bells,
And candles all aglow,
Of drinking cool water from clearest stream,
And standing in the rain,
Sleeping under evenings stars,
Hearing the whistle of a train,
My eyes now misted with saddened tears,
Felt for a time so long ago,
I wished I myself could have seen,
What this ghostly one did know
The moon now rising over bare trees,
And the chill wind blowing through,
Sent all the last remaining leaves,
Blowing past us two,
And with a whisper nothing more,
This ghost began to fade,
It whispered softly with the breeze,
I must go back to where I have been laid,
What has the world become these days,
Who knows life’s simple joy’s,
How can people see earth and sky,
While playing with their toys,
I wish somehow I could go back,
And see the land that was,
Maybe someday it will return,
But my friends that’s up to us…
Form:
(A lone voice whispers)
Have you emptied your soul late at night
All alone
Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone
If you have
You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners
For in that hour of self awareness
You embrace something so magical
While in that quiet solitude
Alone in that room
Solitude
Not to be confused with loneliness
For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters
Who waits for the call to start swirling
Seeking rebirth on paper
Or other forms of scrying mirrors
A new life for eager eyes to see
To maybe treasure
From land or sea
Wherever they be
And to you
Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells
Into eternity
In the Vast Halls of Apollo
For in time
All poetry is constant and collected
In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records
The Past
Future and the Now
Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow
For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure
To find just something they need in whatever they read
So fear not
Rejection or criticism
Fear not
Judgement or lament
For the gift you share
Is heaven sent
Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters
From the gilded Halls of Apollo
In a gentle breeze
For they can feel your intense need
Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills
Like the last charge of Genghis Khan
For them to answer
With hidden scrolls
Filled with clues to write poetry
To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls
Seeking
Jouissance
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Noun:
Jouissance
Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.
Source:
Google.
I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.
I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.
The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.
What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.
But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.
I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.
A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.
I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.
Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.
Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.
Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic
*Image of Palm Tree Lights Trunk Wrap by Christmas Lights, Etc.
ILMO Our Eldest Brother Kimo (James)
Our sixties Christmas--as my memory serves, where
our eldest brother freshly cut one Norfolk Pine from
our country grove. He then rope-tied it atop our "65
Dodge station wagon. Brother plays the ukelele as
dad drives us home with "Banana" barking out back
at tailgaters.
Our home in town has a driveway that curves uphill
from the avenue. Entangled large 60's Christmas lights
wrap around the trees. Then they are roped to each of
the other trees up the drive. My eldest brother then
nailed holiday-adorned Menehunes to the trees. He had
made them in his high school woodshop class, --as
Christmas elves.
Higher up the drive was a largely lei-decked Santa
wearing just his swimming shorts surfing on his board,
while dolphins pulled an outfitted Christmas canoe
laden with gifts. It was a car stopper and the talk
of the town.
The livingroom Norfolk Pine had an army of Hawaiian
Christmas bells. Again, my eldest brother carved-out
coconut shells that were then cut in half and each was
threaded with a fishing line where a seashell dangled
at its end.
The tree was adorned with an assortment of seashells
having varied shapes, sizes, and colors. Freshwater
pearls were glued to draping light-green seaweeds.
They shine like silvery Christmas strands. They are
pale in contrast to the dark-green-colored Norfolk Pine.
Our Christmas in Hawaii lasted until 1969 after Vietnam.
That is when we started celebrating our family Christmas
on the mainland, --save one. ~~Aloha Brother
*An irreplaceable Christmas period to be remembered always...
2022 December 15
*1st Place*
Christmas Spirit
~~Regina McIntosh: Judging 2022 December 19
A well known toy store in New York City called FAO Schwarz closed its doors
There were many figurines and various toys for a child’s galore
FAO SCHWARZ was a store visitor’s from around the world that would explore
At any given day when you were walking pass FAO SCHWARZ, one just couldn’t ignore
Even the GM Plaza and Central Park knew the toy store best
But truly only FAO SCHWARZ could confess
A toy store being history in the books
A remembrance only a child will want to look
Wednesday was a sad da7
But thanks FAO SCHWARZ in being a New York City stay
We as New Yorkers are used to disappointments
Living in New York City teaches us how to cope
Every day breath is continued hope
FAO SCHWARZ, a name that will be held close to many hearts
As a specialty store, you made your mark
FAO SCHWARZ, you captured everyone’s heart
From the little one who gave a bear a hug and to the adult drinking water from a FAO SCHWARZ mug
The Christmas bells have stopped
The Central Park carriages can no longer step up
FAO SCHWARZ your doors have finally shut
Your advice to us in don’t cry
You might come back with another try
I will always cherish my 18 wheeler FAO SCHWARZ truck
My little bear in a FAO SCHWARZ bag being well tucked
Your F in being fun, A in appreciation, O having many options
S being Satisfaction, C in Continuous, H in Hello, W in Well, A in Acceleration, R in Remembrance and Z in Zebra figurines in multitudes
You were more than a story toy as you made it for us to soar
Your winning sales were your score
You didn’t say Good-bye as you stated you didn’t want us to cry
Moments for the minute
A name that will be cherished
FAO SCHWARZ and me, and that previous location of toys, I will never ever see.
So relieved at the Christmas bells,
Which abound in stores and on cards,
That we hear on Christmas Eve,
From churches sounding for their services,
Reminding us that there's a story behind it.
A bell can be rung to call someone,
Stating that a person is in need,
Endorsing an act of service in care,
Whether you close a window or feed.
It reminds us that all people have the entitlement,
To presume their right to be cared for,
And not just accept what their carer wants to give,
But demand the help which lets them live how they want to live.
A bell can chime the last call at the pub,
Signalling you to abstract and summarise your conversation,
Collect yourself, your thoughts and conclude,
And feel the warmth that your friend has given you.
And of course, bells remind us of history,
That old technology which stood for so many things and operations in the past,
Like calling lifts or elevators,
Signing to shopkeepers that customers had just come in the door of the store,
Announcing danger ahead for a ship (like the Titanic),
Locating a lost dog or cat (now done with a GPS).
An elevator's bell never asked for your weight,
A store's door bell didn't specify your identity,
And a care call bell didn't state your request,
Nor how it was to be given.
I like bells, because they make me feel secure,
They suggest that making another aware of your presence or problem is fine,
And they normally sound so happy, so joyful,
Without any suggestion ever of guilt,
About their possible calling purpose at the baggage you may have.