Long Christmas carol Poems
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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting
gray chill in the air.
I meander
ever
so
slowly
past lawns
strewn
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with
da Vinci's golden teardrops.
(Impoverished attention-getters)
"I suggest you peruse Alighieri’s 'Inferno' –
it may, at least, promote heat - if not hope!"
(Simpletons)
Frost continues to cloud my spectacles -
thick and relentless
eagerly permeating the glass -
endeavoring to dance
a feverish Fantasia foxtrot
upon the skins of my pupils.
My heavy feet scuffle
past these endearing peasants.
Bleak…frozen…
forgotten Mt. Everest tombstones.
Disgraced outcasts of embarrassment -
smashed against a stark white canvas
hands cut off –
sticking out their parched tongues
begging for alms.
Click and count.
Their fragile bodies so much alive
their dark, hallowed eyes
so
much
dead.
(So be it)
They stealthily huddle alone -
(Hah! I’ve created my own personal oxymoron!)
These gruesome street urchin waifs -
Dumber than a sackful of hammers and
frostier than a Maine Christmas morn,
convulsing and shivering ‘neath lampposts
without snow shoes or socks,
bawling and boo-hooing...
“Clutching weather-worn copies
of James Hilton’s 'Lost Horizon'
and littering the virgin snow
with salty saline discharge –
igniting street corner bonfires
without the faintest hint of smoke."
(Wasteful)
Ah, the glorious damned winter
and that magnificent gray chill in the air.
My arctic thighs carry me home now
where I am safe.
Where I can slam my door
and shut my eyes.
My cavernous domicile
whereas I can privately converse
with Mr. Dickens and Mr. O’Neill
and read “A Christmas Carol”
or “The Iceman Cometh” -
without a snaggle-toothed interruption...
Listen to the haunting strains of L’Inverno
from Vivaldi’s “Le Quattro Staggioni”
and cackle wildly as I burn first editions
of Clement Clark Moore’s
most infamous penning -
pour myself a
tall glass of ice cubes -
devour a heaping bowl
of vichyssoise -
scarf down a fudgcicle
and just...
turn the air conditioner
ON.
Once, it was a time of true magic,
when the world was small and soft.
It had to be magic, my mind of five told me:
how else could my brothers and I go to sleep
on an ordinary, dull and quiet night...
to awaken in sheer joy the next morn
as though we had been zapped by a warm
bolt of harmless lightning--
setting our now restless bodies tingling.
Like racehorses at the gate of magic,
we stood at the top of the stairs,
pulling at whatever patience we could muster
under the admonitions of Mom and Dad to wait!--
wait! the camera must be loaded-- but how very
painful it was to be still when we knew that
children's paradise was a stairway away--
and what a paradise we saw unfolded
in our now unfamiliar living room!
The tree drew our eyes first--it was big and fat,
with its branches sagging under the great weight
of all its myriad ornaments: glass balls and sweets
and plastic candy canes and tinsel drooping as though
it hung on a some forsaken weeping willow instead of
a tall, proud Blue Spruce : and millions and millions
and millions of colored lights, blinking relentlessly,
made our tree sparkle like the royal crown of a giant king--
perhaps the King of Toys, for toys were seen everywhere
we looked: cars ,trucks , bikes, games, bats-- and balls!
Each brother ran quickly to his own precious pile
(we marveled how thoughtful Santa must be)
and knew in each pile would be some boxes
beautifully wrapped but sans treasure,
holding only socks or shirts, perhaps a sweater--
well, even the jolly fat man could not be perfect--
still, he brought magic to our dull house every year,
transforming our prosaic lives into poetry overnight
by wonder, by magic, by love....
And when he went away, when I was an ancient six,
the world grew much bigger but colder,
dull and empty of that special joy that can only come
to those children who believe....
[Note: This bittersweet poem was also bittersweet to write, as losing childhood itself is bittersweet.]
rec'd n/a in Regina McIntosh's contest, 12/18/20
Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!!
The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked
They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures
Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield
For the three ghosts of the Christmas past
I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past
Fear not I shall do yee no harm
That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul
Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say
Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was
I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present
Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure
They seethe within their own discontent and folly
The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine
They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth
I sir am the ghost of Christmas future
Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind
Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses
When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams
Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee hold!!!
The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air
Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom
Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men
The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard
Ah but happiness was indeed in the air
On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder
Of he went to his secretary’s house
Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door!
Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity
Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!!
Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!!
Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas!
My memory lane
Entertainment in can’t complain
That would be lame
The Great White Way BROADWAY
My time at the Town Hall Theater on West 43rd Street in New York City
A City big and wide known as the Big Apple
The show was “I NEED A MAN’, a small role with a big cast playing a Date
Moment that took effect where time wasn’t wasted
It was as gospel play leading to spiritual
Nothing unusual
Showbiz seen through entertaining realize
Utter in the sound and it will be heard throughout the town
I hear voices chatter of words of who and how being heard
Care to dance or do you prefer to sit it out
The show must go on
The stage is where I belong
Life is never easy
Certainly not cheesy
Learned the Piano and Organ through a Professional Female Opera Singer and Male concert Pianist and Voice
Sometimes I cry and ask I want fame beyond my real name
Isn’t it rich
Be patient now
Through the light and dark, I have gone far
I know I was born to do this
Dancing is only part of the twist
Don’t stop me now or you will see my fist
Wait a minute, you told me you would give me that kiss
I guess it is a hit and miss
My memories in Pennsylvania came about through SHERATON HOTEL AND CONVENTION CENTER Lily Langtry Dinner Theater in Valley Forge, PA King of Prussia area
Juke Box Jubilee and Egyptian King
Ruling over colonies with dancing girls
The King was ready to be entertained
Appeared in “THE CHRISTMAS CAROL, THE NUTCRACKER and various other shows
One in particular being MOUNT HAVEN RESORT in Milford, PA in the. Heart of the Poconos
It was a musical moment of make believe delighting the audience
Some have said to me personally, “ I don’t know enough”
I call their bluff
All I can say is Spotlight, Dazzle, Music and audience applause
Showbiz best
Forever reminded
Uplifted and Determined
Encore being my finale
Showbiz friendly
My time being my fondest moments
Showbiz accomplished.
In a cold and rainy day
I perceive the winds that blow away
Raindrops plummet on the ground
With its strong and deafening sound
Though the heaven isn’t clear
But laughter is what I hear
Little children feel so much excitement
For it would be their awaited moment
But not all are ready for their presentation
What I can see are movements and actions
“Oh yes teacher! This is the day,
But can we have a final practice, is it okay?”
I nod my head with a smile
So I’ve wait for a while
Jolly moves and sweet voices
With so much enthusiasm on their faces
I call everybody’s attention
So we could start the presentation
But some kids are not yet around
They aren’t yet in the school bound
“Where are they?” I ask
“Ma’am, they are still preparing props”
Kids respond with a sad heart
Then I inform them that we are about to start
Seconds and minutes of waiting
But yet, no one is coming
Outside their eyes are staring
And minds are too busy thinking
I decide to start the caroling
And so the first group starts singing
But then they are still hoping
That their colleagues are coming
At the end of the occurrence they arrive
With nervousness that is so hard to hide
Teary-eye they came
But no one to blame
They’re thinking that their efforts are useless
For it seems that there are no chances
They feel too hopeless
And lose their self confidence
I do my part as teacher
Words of encouragement for them to be better
“It’s okay my dear”
“It’s better late than never”
It’s a Christmas carol
They’re bringing attractive decors
Excellent grades are what they want to savor
Eager to end it with flying colors
I bestow them another chance
For they are in good hands
I want them to succeed and be happy
Their success is what I want to see
by : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : Grade VI pupils of Calatrava I Central School
December 11, 2013
"The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man,
(or a righteous woman) avails much." James 5:16***
Believe me I consider myself far from being either worthy
Or righteous! But then again it is the righteousness of
Jesus Christ that is solely responsible for all of my
Answered prayers. It is because He is both the Son of
God and Son of Man. It is He is my intercessor between
God the Father and yours truly.***
For a while I have been faithfully partitioning Erin, our
Lovely and young Community Director for a New
Microwave oven and a new dishwasher. Eric came out
Once again and operated my dishwasher, which by the
Grace of Almighty God is still working!***
However, this time he took a picture of my deplorable
Condition of the rusty inside of my microwave oven,
With his phone's camera. Yes, there were: metal
Ones available, and some white ones that were too
Large and others that were too small! All of which
Were unacceptable! ***
Eric rolled a cart into my B13 apartment unit, and
Simply replaced it with a microwave oven from a
Vacant unit! Praise Be The Lord for answered
Prayer!***
"God bless us everyone!" Is the Christmas greeting
For Tiny Tim in the classical "Christmas Carol" by
Charles Dickens. It was the closing greeting Eric
And I gave each other as our afternoon's farewell
Parting. ***
In addition I would like to enclose Santa Claus'
Farewell December 23, 1823's opening line
"Twas the night before Christmas." Santa
Said, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a
Good night."***
In addition I would like to add the farewell greeting
Of Faith Lutheran's Church, Everett Washington.
Pastor Diane,"Go in peace and serve the Lord."
Congregation, "Thanks be to God A-Men."
"God be with you until we meet again." ***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
December 14, 2020
Tis' the age of twitter
and sharing social status
Often quite bitter
that tech apparatus
A new kind of Christmas
That seems to just dis us
empties our pockets
burns out our sockets
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
A bushel of our loves
A new pair of gloves
Dancing elf upon a shelf
Mistletoe to add a glow
After the freshly fallen snow
When passwords were for forts
And Santa might be heard
with his jolly ol' snorts
reindeer that methodically stir
prior to blue screens that blur
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
A Christmas carol
Gleefully received new apparel
A possible dreidel for thee
Without a never-ending membership fee
Cards that wished genuine love
from heaven above
Not a book with a face
But an ember glowing fireplace
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
Not a Pinterest party
Just an Interested party
I'm not in a group
But I am in the loop
Without an insult or like
putting together a new bike
With kisses and courage
that nourish and flourish
Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine
When tags were for gifts
Not a computer sharing multiple grifts
Sleigh rides, jingle bells, snow drifts
Glorious melody that instantly lifts
My Christmas past is antiquated, perhaps
So much time spent on these screens
Political posts caused friendship collapse
So, on this Holy Date, I will wean
for a day
Wishing you A Merry Christmas
and a possible New Sleigh
300wd.
Such sweet
Your smile
I feel home
If I could glide smoothly, quietly along
Your smile
I am comforted
your smile is music in the air
The Christmas carol
In the warmth of the hearth
In the winter season
Your smile is like diamonds
Shining. Your eyes are of the softest velvet.
I feel elated. What an entrancing beauty.
It's truly Christmas.
Your hair is glistening
like the soft glow of the morning sunshine
against the bed of snow.
A haven. An angelic vision.
Frozen icicles feel tingly as your smile twinkles
Against the backdrop of celebrations
Your smile can ease away the pain of long years.
If I could take your magic along with me
My life could change for sure.
But your smile is a fading memory now.
I fear of losing the grandest feeling
Knowing that your smile is occasional.
Inconstant, like the summer birds on tree branches
Singing yesterday. But gone to some warmer place now.
It's snowing outside. Nothing feels warm.
Twinkling of Christmas lights around the village
Somehow try to keep the place warm and picturesque.
Deep in the heart
My memory tries to still remember
Your smile
Wishing it would bring me home
for Christmas soon enough
Before it gets too late
To say, "Merry Christmas!"
(Note : Confession makes me say this free verse is not so well polished, as if it's done in haste. But, i hope i somehow captured some delicate emotions in it. Could be more meaningful to the poet herself than to anyone else. Recently, I found myself watching and listening to a world-renown choir on a satellite broadcast, and the camera happened to focus on a simply beautiful sweet smiling face. I thought I felt that it was the inspiration I was waiting for to write my Christmas poetry. And so, I took myself aside amidst the hustle and bustle and began to write. Have a joy-filled Christmas to everyone!)
Have you not heard of the legend
of Terror Turkey Tom?
Who roams the woods punishing those
who do Thanksgiving wrong?
The bird with an unending hate
for those folks that he sees
putting up their Christmas décor
exceedingly early.
None now how the bird for like this,
though many have their say,
some thing a Christmas-hating witch
cursed him to be this way.
Others think he’s a demon-bird,
sent from the pits of Hell,
or that he watched Christmas Carol
and didn’t react well.
Whatever made Tom so upset,
and no one knows the truth,
what’s clear is if you put up lights
early, he comes from you.
On one chilly November 1st
he found a big box store,
and destroyed the fake Christmas trees
they’d put out on the floor.
The next day he happened upon
a blow-up Santa Claus,
the kids cried when the found St. Nick
shredded up by his claws.
One of those light-up reindeer was
the next foe on his mind,
he tore poor Rudoph’s antlers off,
as warning to his kind.
When he saw blinking lights strung out
before Thanksgiving Eve,
he pecked out every single one,
how greatly did he seethe.
He saw one woman putting up
garlands before the snow,
pecked her shins ’till her yoga pants
no longer could be sown.
When festive elves went up after
the night of Halloween,
he pecked their eyes so all would know
exactly what he means.
Most say that he is sill out there
hunting the green and red,
if seen before Thanksgiving Day
then you will know his dead.
You’ll hear his gobble in the night
and you will know the pain
of what happens when Holidays
don't stay in their own lane;
So mind the seasons as they come,
don’t push Christmas too far,
or else Tom the Terror Turkey
is coming to your yard.
So, you want to buy a gift
for that famous geezer.
First, hear about the midnight shift
of our Ebenezer.
Late at night, he is concerned.
It is December time,
when, it's been confirmed,
good people lose their minds.
Some gristle in his soup
upset his condition.
Now, he is unable to regroup
and sees an apparition.
He peers out the windowsill,
as that stew's injury lingers,
standing so very still
with cold and boney fingers.
A guy intent to pin a rap -
hear him moan and bellow
like a bear caught in a trap,
Marley, that poor fellow.
Once a boy on a country lane,
how did Ebenezer meet this fate?
What happened to his brain,
as he neared heaven's gate?
Why could the Lord not spare
the one good thing in life,
yes, his sister who was kind and fair.
Why cut his heart out with a knife?
Why would I condescend to take a seat?
I would not recoil, but rather retreat,
than hear the mutton's painful bleat
'neath his blade as its heart still beats.
Leave me ghost, blow out your lamp.
I'll not see the moron's laughing face.
as my nephew's knife, the devil's stamp,
another life, it would erase.
No, I'll not see the foolish face
of the boy who took my sister away,
who took her life, and with his replaced,
all on that tragic Christmas day.
The ghost made Ebenezer sit and sigh
as he watched his own body die.
There was no one even there to cry
as a worm crawled out his eye.
You want a gift idea with merit?
Perhaps a greasy goose. I won't bicker.
If there's something you stand to inherit,
a heart attack is indeed quicker,
but for the man staring at his casket,
I recommend a fruit basket.