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I’m spending a quiet evening
this Christmas – just by myself.
I shut off the Christmas music
and plunge my home
in total darkness and silence.
I drop down on my knees –
Depressed, sorrowful and forlorn –
I join my hands
bow my head
and cry silently
trying to lighten the turmoil within,
To mend the lilt of
true spirit of Christmas
that time has set awry.
I light a solitary candle
and venture to gather
some warmth from its
gentle and heartening glow
reassuring and bathing me
in peace and comfort.
No one is coming over
and I have nowhere to go,
I have bought no gifts and
have nothing to sip or savor.
But wait...
Who now knocks at the door?
--A disquieting feeling
permeates my being—
Who I wonder
would venture out in this
frosty Christmas night?
As I open the door
I see a wicker basket
fetching laid on my doorstep
with warm loaves of bread
and a jug of wine…
My eyes glistened in deep gratitude.
But there’s no one in sight
hush all around and quiet,
And then...
through this dark and foggy night
I see
A solitary star aglow
and footprints in the snow.
Contest: Old Christmas Poem
Sponsor: Constance La France
~"Jesus" contest by Anthony Slausen
Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau,
was born on Christmas night, I think under a star;
and became the 23rd Prime Minister of Canada,
and leader of the Liberal party;
son of former Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau.
Justin is a kind, polite, fun loving man,
he was a snowboarding instructor, night club bouncer;
was a teacher, a boxer when younger,
and legalized marijuana in Canada to shut down illegal sales;
he wrote his memoir in 2014, a bit early Justin.
As Prime Minister, he apologized on behalf of Canada,
to the Indigenous People for wrong doings through history;
and also to other communities for transgressions of the past,
he has no fear to stand up to the USA President, any leader;
during his election campaign he always remained the gentleman.
Some, may find him too passive- I see his inner strength,
he is a wonderful representative for Canada;
with his movie star good looks, easy smile and laugh,
I love his upbeat personality and positive attitude;
and I am proud to call him my leader, my Prime Minister.
______________________________
February 5, 2020
Poetry/Ode/To Prime Minister Justin Trudeau
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1223-268-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Ode To A President, or Politician or Leader,
Past or Present, sponsor, Sheri Fresonke Harper
Fourth Place
A silent night. It was a long, long silent night.
The hopes and dreams were lost for many years.
The sin's chains kept the cages full.
The wings were broken, nobody could fly,
The prophecies were forgotten, with no freedom in the sight.
O silent night, O holy night,
The hope is shining over the lost world, again.
The stars, filled with wonder,
join the angels clothed in light,
and sing a majestic song together.
At the break of dawn, at the edge of the village,
a Savior is born and laid in a manger.
O silent night, O holy night,
The King of Kings, a humble birth
Goodwill to men and peace on Earth!
Knees of clay pray in silence,
We bring gifts to the newborn King,
On the love's altar, the hearts are burning,
The souls grow wings and fly to kiss the heavens.
It snows slowly with flakes of blessings over the Earth,
The smiling Child has secretly given me a star.
I keep it forever in my heart to remind me of this Christmas Night.
It is mine. It shines, and it shines...
O silent night, O holy night, O night divine.
The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold,
a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold,
for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring,
wanted the night to fly away quickly on wing.
He heard Santa would come through the chimney,
if there was one on house roof, he wanted to see.
He went up to the roof-top veranda, but couldn’t find one,
he was told Santa would come through the window for fun.
At night he didn’t let mom close the window of his room,
the chilled wind in the snowfield outside he heard zoom.
In the morn saw the gifts by bed side, to shout in joy he tried,
voice choked for he caught cold, but on delight he took a ride.
On the wings of the fleeting time, far he has flown,
but within him the nostalgic child hasn’t yet grown.
He fondly preserves the indelible Christmas gift memory
inscribed in childhood mental notebook that night’s story.
Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.
Darting between the soft, swirling
flakes
Of unique crystalline, driven without
respite,
He alights upon his sheltered
perch
And begins to shrilly trill:
Against the on coming, long
Drawn out Christmas night.
For the drawing darkness is
deepening,
Whilst the harsh wind blows so chill;
And, gently waking
From nonsensical dreaming,
I harken to the old dog Fox,
As, barking, he pads on down
Through the gorse strewn hill.
Suddenly stirred from dozing
Idleness,
As the charred log shifts and
settles in the grate,
I recall with vivid fondness:
Some old memories, good times,
The well meant promises
I did so earnestly to undertake.
Of old acquaintance...
Not forgotten,
And those that were
Or are no more,
Of circumstance and friendship:
And of they
That daily come
To pass through my open door.
But now the flames from the fire,
Dancing in the frosted window
panes,
Are calling for the poker
So I may stoke the blaze again;
For turning my warming back
Upon the locked out winters keep...
I hear that steadfast little Robin
Sing once more -
As I fall back into uncontested sleep!
The sleigh was all packed and ready.
Filled with the bags of toys.
And Santa laughed as we lifted off,
His ho ho ho's a joyful noise.
We all flew behind Rudolph.
His nose once again our light.
And we began our yearly trip
That fateful Christmas night.
The wind rushed all around us.
We struggled with our load.
And I noticed it had been awhile
Since Santa ho ho hoed.
The clouds were growing thicker
And things were looking grim.
When suddenly I heard Vixen gasp
And Rudolph's nose went dim.
There was a crackle, then a spark
That lit the entire sky.
Then everything went dark
And I knew we were going to die.
Dancer yelled, Donner cried!
I heard old Santa scream!
And as gravity pulled us down
I prayed it was just a dream...
Insurance will cover the damage.
In time the bones will heal.
Santa bought a brand new sleigh.
(He got a very good deal.)
And we learned our lesson
Tho' we jump now at every sneeze.
Always take an emergency kit
With spare bulbs and batteries.
‘Twas a dark and stormy night
But we had no reason to fear.
For we had Rudolph to light our way
And good old Santa to steer.
We never gave it a single thought
That we'd weather the blust'ry snows.
How were we ever to know
That Rudolph would blow his nose?
’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
The A/C was running; we live in the South.
The weatherman’s on and we’re praying like hell
For Santa on radar, not some supercell.
The kids all are hunkered, crouched down the hall,
With blankets and flashlights, they’re having a ball.
But Dad’s not so jolly; he’s downright aloof.
He’s hoping the rain, dear, won’t come through the roof!
The rumbles, the flashes that light up the sky
Send little ones running to momma to cry,
“Will Santa be safe? Will his sleigh be all right?
And what of poor Rudolph on this stormy night?”
And down went the spiral, from Dasher to Prancer,
But momma knew worrying wasn’t the answer.
She opened her Bible to chapter and verse;
The voice of an angel before it got worse:
“Fear not for I bring you great tidings of joy!”
For God’s come among us as a baby boy.
And so she did read of that first Christmas night,
Of shepherds, of wise men, a star burning bright,
A king who was born in an animal’s stall,
And love ’twas so great, it could cover us all.
And so was the Word sent into the great void,
His purpose accomplished, for fear was destroyed.
A smile on her face, momma closed the good book,
Her face flashed the quickest of “who’s the boss?” looks.
The children now sleeping, a most peaceful sight,
For Christ’s come among us, to set all things right.
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for The Night Before 3 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
written on 11/24/22
I Lullaby at Dusk
(for Father Johnnie E. Ross)
While today I missed the dawn,
I refuse to let the dusk pass, too, being
The chance to see time flow
More than the only guessing feel of its pace...
With seeds thrown out for the cardinals’ dinner,
I will dine on the fading silhouettes
Of the garden’s young pines and oaks near-
Ready to sleep as the sky thickens gray
Behind them to the east, so they are the last
To see the indigo stretching of night.
As I lie here, the soul
To care a gaze upon their drowsing.
Simple grove, how can they know I worry
If this cold descending on
This nearly Christmas night
Might cause them a shivering hour or two?
Pulling tighter their bark all about,
They appear to dream higher, almost
Standing in a present lullaby to one another,
As they shelter the cardinals in the forks
Of their branching deliverance and rest
From passing days, and weather and predators.
I watch...I watch as the star-show starts
Beyond the thick night’s descending veil.
We will go on unseen to one another in sleep,
The trees, the birds, and I, into
Darkest night, a going way forth to light.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 12;29/20
Oh all thanks be to God...and Charlie, too
I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen
In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright
And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
I am dreaming of a dark black Noel night
Where all babies experience and see while asleep
The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light
Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.
When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven
The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best
God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.
I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness
Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness
I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Crystalline sparkling day, translucent night sky,
the harbinger of cheer-laced Christmas time
we celebrated drinking the dregs of cupful joy of heart,
sharing with our long-time neighbor
since when I didn’t remember,
but the luminous smile of their little daughter,
dancing around the glittering Christmas tree,
I didn't forget and waited the whole year to see.
Christmas came that year on the frozen wings
of the melancholic winds of whispering despair,
blew all the candles out, the light disappeared,
searching for the smile on the face of the girl,
gone away somewhere else unreachable
to dance and smile in white Christmas splendor.
My heart mourned the void that engulfed
the dark Christmas night falling on my neighbor.
November 27, 2018
Posted for Contest : Christmas Mourning
Sponsor : PS Awtry
December 9, 2019
Now posted for Contest : Writing Challenge-December, 2019- I Want
Christmas Poems
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