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Coconut trees are the trees of life
Providing needs at time of joys and strife.
Delicious drinks and foods from their big fruits
Soothing our tummy with loud hunger hoots.
Everyone can survive longer by coconuts alone
Providing shelter for protection and a lovely home.
Home with utensils, furniture and decorations
From all coco parts— capturing visitors’ attention.
Cleaning and working tools from leaves, trunk and shell
Toys for children to enjoy their childhood life so well.
Coco oil and juices have healing and beauty wonder
Coconuts are life-saver from God, our greatest provider.
"snowflakes were falling winter frosty wonderland and we said I do"
We fell in love and were to be married in February,
So we planned a winter theme wedding for that sweet day;
Oh, it was so beautiful with snow gently falling down on us,
Every time I see a delicate, snowflake I recall our wedding.
The ceremony was performed outside in nature,
Under a clear tent with amazing decorations placed;
We embraced the scenery and each other and said I do,
Bells rang out and we drank champagne to cheers.
The reception room was full of frosted branches,
And icy blue lighting created a dreamy, gorgeous quality;
We truly embraced the season with garlands of green,
Icicle like crystals, pine cones, and candles on the tables.
We looked into each others eyes, this love was ever,
No two, it seemed could love each other more:
And is anything more romantic than a blanket of snow,
Our wedding pictures a memory, oh my flowers were lovely.
My dress was so pretty, I will keep it forever,
At the reception we served frosty cocktails to suit the season;
And to eat we had all types of comfort food to try,
Music was a band and when we had our dance, I was a princess.
Our wedding night was spent in a winter chalet,
With a fireplace crackling we held each other with love;
The honeymoon, however, was a tropical escape in warmth,
We truly were a couple in love, and created memories forever.
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February 21, 2016
Poetry/verse/'Wedding Song'
Copyright Protected ID, 16-1189-483-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into FTI Blog Series 1 - Romance
Brian Strand
Podium Place 3
Here comes the most lovely festival !
The decorations and diyas look mystical !
It all starts with prayers and bursting of crackers!
Sweets and savouries enhance our hor's d'oeuvers!
Age old traditions and customaries , are scientifically beneficial !
With the changing world, lets make it strategical !,,
Let's enjoy the spirit if diwali,
Also considering the environment and other creature's,,,,Anamoly !
Let's not pollute the environment,
Burst crackers with acceptable decibels as a commitment !
This world is indeed a beautiful place,
Let's unitedly celebrate the festival of lights with grace !
Happy Diwali all ??
The Winter - when the weather turns cold
and the leaves begin falling, it is the time for a new
birth - shedding all old habits and the dying of
old things.
In the Spring will come a new rebirth of
joy and pleasure. Birds will sing and the leaves will be green
again. But in the winter it is time for planting seeds of goodness,
so that the harvest of the spring will be bright and cheery.
There are wonderful things to see during winter - the snow and the
icescaters, The Christmas Holiday and all its beautiful decorations.
And, yes the New Year, full of hope and promise for the future.
Let us take this time to reflect and remember that a gift of another
year has come, and is now passing. As we look forward
to new glories and grace.
It is time to reflect and remember what God has given us in our lives.
A time to appreciate the Blessings along with the sorrows.
Not thinking so much on the sorrows, but on the new blessings
that are coming.
Thank you for the seasons of change. A chance to grow and love.
Many Christmas Trees are seen
around the Yule season in my city;
they all are very tall and beautiful,
but the Rockefeller Plaza's Norway spruce
is the most gigantic and spectacular
with its multicolored, gleaming bulbs.
Come to the city, where kids turn into angels:
they seem real cherubs being sent by Heaven itself,
and these angelic messengers love to play
their carols to announce Jesus joyful birth;
come closer, look up and hear those voices greatly
rejoicing in this bright corner of the earth!
Sit down in front of it and dream
of the gifts stacked underneath your pretty Christmas tree,
but the most precious is this one, only decorated with lights;
and its green color and sheer simplicity,
can begin making a glorious memory!
And which carol will you sing for the crowds?
Christmastime is a wonderful experience on New York City's streets:
stores, pubs, restaurants and shops dress up with dazzling decorations,
every street has a Santa ringing a bell and spreading good cheers;
where else can you find kind folks wishing strangers a Merry Christmas?
On Christmas Eve, Saint Patrick's Cathedral echoes with hymns...
and Child Jesus smiles at children as they caress His soft face.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My grandmas, grandpas and some uncles are gone
Including my beloved dad is now in heaven
I miss them when Christmas season comes
They’re huge missing part of our family tradition
But my mom and aunts always say Christmas goes on
For family reunions on earth are just extensions
Love ones who’re gone are reunited with our Father-Creator
Their Christmas is the most glorious in dazzling grandeur!
My grandmas’ favorite delicacies are already served
Sumptuous meals with lots of fruits and pretty flowers
Grandpas’ bouquets for grandmas are bountifully ready
My dad and uncles’ decorations are all around amazingly
No need to climb a ladder and connect lights on electricity
For they’ve already set by saints, angels, Joseph and Mary
They’re all the paradise' stewards of a Heavenly Party
Hosted by our Christmas Lord, our God the Almighty!
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oh turn-
turn back time the pages of my life
I wish-
I could go back
go back to when I was a child
full of happiness and joyful glee
to christmas with my family
before the sorrow . . .
I loved christmas day
the cooking and decorating
mom fussing and grandma dusting
dad entwining lights on the tree
the fireplace crackling and glowing
snow falling and santa dreams
dancing in my mind on christmas eve
before the sorrow . . .
I recall the year-
I wanted a life size doll
but got a baby doll-
I was sad so very sad but held my tears
until I went to my room
a few days later I loved baby doll
and all her sweet accessories
another year I got snowball cat
all white I remember dad trying
to keep her in my stocking
and then she ran up the blinking tree
for the day
before the sorrow . . .
and we would go to grandpa's farm
for horse pulled sleigh rides
through the snow covered fields and woods
that was so much fun
and grandpa would let me help
with the horses
before the sorrow . . .
oh the food and family coming and going
the laughter and singing and dancing
that is what I remember from my childhood christmas
before the sorrow . . .
I still have mom's and grandma's decorations
in a tattered box-
and I will decorate my tree
then, I will go and visit them all the beloved
beyond a creaky gate
and touch each name engraved in stone
and remember each one
before the sorrow . . .
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November 23, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'my childhood christmas'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9646-11-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 9 - Childhood
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
It's the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring,
Not even a mouse.
Mother and father,
Have put up a tree.
Think I'll just go climb it,
To see what I can see.
Look at all of this tinsle,
And paper and bows,
And yards of bright ribbons,
And lights all aglow.
Is all of this here,
Just for me and the others?
A tree for to climb,
A whole room full of wonders?
A place for us kitties,
To run through and chase,
And send decorations,
All over the place?
Then they can come in,
And rebuild it again,
Knowing that this,
Is all part of the game.
Then they can pretend,
To scold and be mad,
But in secret we know,
It makes their hearts glad,
To see us so happy,
And watch us at play,
Then they get to rebuild it,
It just makes their day.
Not all folks are like them,
It's no joke or jest,
These people of ours,
For sure, they're the best.
Judy Ball
Aren't cats great.
They're fun, funny, curious and so affectionate.
They are total innocence wrapped in a fur coat.
A house is so much more interesting when shared with a pet.
A spotlight casting green and red,
swirling on the front of a house,
really confuses the poor dog
at night when he has to go out.
A retro tree, with fifties flare,
hoops of white light against the dim,
speaks to fictional simple times
when the world didn’t seem so grim.
LED fringe of icicles,
drooping down just under the eaves,
festive, yes, but not that much like
the real thing when water does freeze.
Tall, inflatable Santa Claus,
waves slightly with each passing breeze,
a bit much, sure, but I like him,
he brings great joy to the kiddies.
Oversized, plastic candy cane,
held by an elf with Santa hat,
a walk lined with seven of them,
they’re freaking out the family cat.
Light-up reindeer on the roof line,
a brave man, to drag them up there,
to risk a fall for Christmas cheer,
he’s either dumb, or truly cares.
Garlands wrapped around the lamp-post,
the big wreaths hanging from earth door,
low effort, yes, but effective,
and some folks just won’t do much more.
The white lights that they say bring class,
but to me, they just seem boring,
Christmas is supposed to be gaudy…
Maybe it’s a Protestant thing?
Now me, I prefer the old school,
multi-colored, big lights, C-9,
scattered across overgrown bushes,
the classics do it every time.
It was a cool refreshing evening for a stroll
It was the yearly harvest festival celebration
A tradition in this quaint new England town
Full of fun activities and great food and fun
I stopped for a pumpkin spice latte at the open café
On my way to the town circle with festive orange lights
Smiling as I could hear the children’s laughter and joy
A small group of them gathered for pumpkin carving
There were harvest decorations of hay bales and mums
Displayed with orange and cream colored fairly lights
Twinkling around the huge tent full of treasures to find
And with fresh apple and pumpkin pies and hot cocoa
Many candles for sale in fresh autumn scents
Displayed in baskets of colorful fall leaves
A knitting group sat together welcoming all while
Knitting scarves and hats and mittens for the needy
I found some delicious hot apple cider and donuts
As I sipped and ate my treats I took in all the festivities
I bought a pumpkin candle and a fresh apple pie to go
As I walked away, I remember feeling joyous for the season