Long Christmas carol Poems
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SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN
I. I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm
on the windows, the roof, and the pool.
I imagine the circles they make on the water.
expanding in echoes only angels can hear.
II. We drive through the valley’s empty green pastures,
to the old country church in Academy.
The raindrops run down the windshield
like notes connecting in smooth legato phrases
made by a piano’s pedal.
III. A fire crackles in the church’s ancient woodstove,
joining the outside rain in an animated duet.
Lead by the antique pump organ,
we stand to sing, becoming part
of their Christmas carol.
Published in Song of the San Joaquin, Winter 2018
~ Trick or Treat on the Moon ~
The man in the moon's really kind of neat
Every Halloween he plays trick-or-treat
When astronauts come
He acts kind of dumb
"Green cheese is all I can give you to eat."
~ The Turkeys in Tennessee ~
The turkeys in Tennessee are so smart
They're never in Thanksgiving shopping carts
They've learned how to duck
To avoid bad luck
When the ax swings, they emit giant farts
~ Christmas 'Carol' ~
Every Christmas there's a gal named Carol
Whose awful voice turns celebrants sterile
She sings Christmas songs
And always gets 'gonged'
Listeners don hospital apparel
HAPPY UPCOMING HOLIDAY SEASON!
Hope for the world!
The Christ was born;
Let us all bow to him,
May all mortals invite him in,
Let kings and nations sing,
Let kings and nations sing,
Let kings and nations and nations sing.
Hope for the world, a king has come!
Let's worship, and sing, and serve;
call every village, both towns and cities
Rejoice again and again,
Rejoice again and again,
Rejoice, rejoice, again and again.
Christ shall reign in grace and love,
And makes all nations yield.
His blessed way will light the world,
And feasting of his peace,
And feasting of his peace,
And feasting and feasting, of his peace.
121121PSCtest, A Christmas Carol, Regina McIntosh
*To be sang to the tune of, "Joy To The World". 7P
Somewhere resting in a room
There was social enthusiasm gloom
Feeling trapped
Inside the flat
Continuing developing creatively
Writing books literary
Putting all in place
Having credible worth newspaper space
With an innocent look
And being a good cook
This west ham knew how to iron
Open to talk about entry level hiring
Expert in all the new technology
West ham was looking for a disruptive apology
Feeling like being demoted
Not knowing who voted
Commanded to stay at home
All alone
With not much more than a telephone
This fluffy mind
Did its time
Then the day arrived
Quiet playing sound was the cry
Wanting to make a point
After leaving the athletic joint
Almost there
From the woods a frightful scare
A wandering wondering wolf with much hot air
Visiting the enchanting Olympic venue
Looking for American cheese and Ham on the menu
For nearly ninety minutes the beast did stalk
Preying on the tiny bubbles’ fantasy talk
With seventeen to go
Unleashed the first blow
And a little later
West hammy found itself served with a side of tatters
By the day’s close
A result rose
This temporary reprieve
If one would believe
From the crystal palace
Cherries were discussed wondering about Alice
As the tea cup turned
Mad Hatter showed concern
This was no Christmas Carol
Despite St Lewis watching west ham heading for the falls in a barrel
Next up are the lily whites
Will west ham be ready for a survival fight?
If only
If only I could
Walk back in time
Jesus alive on the cross
I cried at this great loss
As church bells are ringing
Sat In the last pew singing
Just a child you see
Safe and sound
In a home with joyous Christmas sounds
Santa always close
Christmas my happiness ghost
Tidings and cheer
Family surrounded me
Took away all my fears
Aunts and uncles so boisterous
Plum pudding and hard sauce with Irish Cream
Their laughter invades my midnight dreams
Us children in awe and anticipation
Christmas a miracle lighted with elation
Looking out frosted windows
Snowmen begging to be born
A time I miss, feeling so forlorn
Dancing with ghosts of the past
How could a child ever know
This happiness never lasts
One blessed dark Night !
The bright stars were aligning
for this was the night that Jesus came to earth
and one star in the sky was brightly shining
oh, this was the night of a baby's birth
and all over the world sang angel voices
praising this holy night when Jesus was born !
There was no breeze
oh, hear how the world rejoices
blessed night sublime
when the baby Jesus was born
blessed night sublime
blessed night sublime !
Wise men came guided by a bright star gleaming
as if following a holy command
that from the dark night sky was streaming
and at last by a cradle bed they stand
in a barn where cows and lambs guard a manger
of baby boy for his destiny is too love transcend !
Oh so blessed, blessed, blessed is his virgin mother
I pray our devotion will never cease
each person we meet is our sister or brother
God sent his son to earth to bring peace
our faith in God and Jesus will set us free
always keeping faith close is the key !
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December 6, 2021
Poetry/Lyric/One Blessed Dark Night
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1411-515-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written to the Carol - O Holy Night
Written for the Premier contest, A Christmas Carol
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 12/29/2021
Fourth Place
Christmas days with loved ones, surely blissful
Carol hymns reign, awesomely delightful
Merry tunes of “O Come, All Ye faithful”
With “Joy to the World,” very beautiful.
Resonating loud is orchestra’s praise
“Our dear Saviour’s birth” of glad tidings’ grace
Bringing peace midst God’s compassion embrace
“Upon the midnight clear,” bright with hope’s rays.
Choir belts out “Hark, the herald angels sing”
Exultant, “The first Noel” expressing
While jubilant to share gracious blessing
“Glory to God* in the highest” stressing.
Can I forget Christmas 2018?
There in ICU**, on God I did lean
Grateful, "Fall on your knees," I sang ... serene
Dad wondrously smiled; oh, lovely; yet remarkable scene.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
**Dad was in the Intensive Care Unit from December 22, 2018 until he went home to heaven to be with the Lord on January 2, 2019.
December 4, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 8..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/24/2019.
born February 7, 1812,
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linkedin to said
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please kindly reciprocate.
greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash
great expectations in this bleak house,
whereby battle of life ensues
when Sunday chimes
from master humphrey’s clock
issue somber american notes
invoking overshadowing doom
from young gentlemen:
oliver twist, nicholas nickleby, barnaby rudge
martin chuzzlewit, david copperfield,
young cricket and on the hearth little dorrit
collaborated on pickwick papers
with dombey and son detailing
how I (a haunted man/
ghost’s bargain) alias mudfog
got self absorbed in his old curiosity shop
hunted down by boyhood days
(akin to an endless Christmas carol
frieze as child’s history),
now a thick dust covered holiday romance
memory portraying this signal-man
(according to george silverman’s explanation)
eerily similar to the mystery of edwin drood,
exiled after his trial for murder
birthing three ghost stories
inhabiting a haunted house
affecting the young couples lamplighter
an uncommercial traveler
evidenced by pictures from italy
prone to speeches, sketches
by boz and his lazy tour
an oft repeated tale of two
cities best read at dusk.
Wearing ragged and untidy clothes at night,
There was no make-up but a little dust on our faces,
With improvised instruments made by little hands
We let people felt the spirit of Christmas
Our voices, our innocence, our sincerity!
Heard us singing old songs of Christmas.
As we walked along the street filled with glow,
Lanterns were shining on each home.
Vendors were selling Christmas goodies.
Couples shared sweet nothings watching fireworks.
Every family happily walked to the park
Watching Santa Claus giving gifts to young children.
Just to celebrate and cherish the time of Christmas
Which made the moment bright and meaningful.
But I made a Christmas memory on my own,
With my friends visiting astounding houses.
Started to make a concert on our own,
Pretending we were pop idols singing Christmas carols.
As they started to wear grin on their cheeks,
Listened to us closely if we uttered the correct lyrics of songs.
But everything went well as what we planned.
People liked how we sang and danced.
Christmas is a time for joy, a time for everyone!
But the impact we gave I’d say…
Incredibly unforgettable for them
They laughed and enjoyed our grooves
They prettily liked how we moved.
The whole night was too short to visit people’s homes
But our Christmas carol memory lasted long
I couldn’t quite forget the memories that Christmas gave
I just smile on my seat watching little stars watching over me
I keep on thinking where my old friends now
Are they still pondering the songs of Christmas we used to sing?
Because as of this moment, I’m singing alone
Reminiscing childhood memories of yesterday’s Christmas
(to the tune of "Joy To The World")
For "A Christmas Carol Contest"
12/17/21
And here's the thing,
Set aside your bling.
Make life the worth of it all.
And tell it to the nunnery,
And tell it to the funnery,
That love is overjoyed,
That love is overjoyed,
That love is all there is.
Bring here the news,
In life we choose
Love, or lack thereof,
And I know them both
With both I've been betrothed.
Forever entwined as two,
Forever entwined as two,
Follow not as I say,
Rather as I do.
I breathe the word,
Like a big, heavy bird.
Too fat to flap my wings,
Too fat to flap my wings,
Resound the sound
Of all good things.