Long Donner Poems
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Santa's New Team
Christmas Eve was coming
There was plenty to be done
There were protocols to follow
There were programs to be run
Presents needed wrapping
Elves had duties of their own
They've been doing it for centuries
They could call Christmas in by phone
Reindeer games were scheduled
Christmas Carols to be sung
There were toys to be assembled
There were bells that must be wrung
Christmas Cakes...no problem
For we all know there's just one
It gets passed around each Christmas
And that is half the fun
But, back now to the reindeer games
Donner wasn't there
But, neither were three others
It gave Santa Claus a scare
He called the elven vet in
Said "find out what it wrong"
"If I don't have all my reindeer"
"It'll ruin Rudolph's song"
The vet came back directly
Hoof and mouth was what he said
The reindeer must miss Christmas
They were all confined to bed
Santa couldn't take it
Reindeer home...what would he do?
He thought real hard about an answer
Where would he find something that flew
The vet said, "I've an answer"
"But, no questions...just your trust"
"I'll get your gifts delivered Santa"
"I just need your magic dust"
Santa said "do your best Doctor"
"We can't have Christmas end like this"
"Are you sure you have an answer?"
"We can't give Christmas time a miss"
The vet and elves went searching
They formed a team like none before
They went around to the animals
And then they knocked on Santa's door
Santa looked at what they'd brought him
His reindeer gone, but here they stood
A team had been assembled
It made Santa sink into his hood
Harnessed up before him
The vet had two dogs and a bear
A beaver, goat, and donkey
And a bald, blind cat...stood there
He smiled and said "Dear Santa"
"They may not look like that much now"
"But, they'll get you where you need to be"
"And they'll be led by a brown cow"
If you hear some noises
From your roof, like bleats and barks
Some, meowing or some mooing
And other strange sounds in the dark
Remember, it's just Santa
With his new team for the season
Rex, Rolf, Billy, Ben, Bessie, Joe, and Mike
and a bald, blind cat who's freezin'
Merry Christmas to all and to all....don't look up!!
Christmas Eve was coming
There was plenty to be done
There were protocols to follow
There were programs to be run
Presents needed wrapping
Elves had duties of their own
They've been doing it for centuries
They could call Christmas in by phone
Reindeer games were scheduled
Christmas Carols to be sung
There were toys to be assembled
There were bells that must be wrung
Christmas Cakes...no problem
For we all know there's just one
It gets passed around each Christmas
And that is half the fun
But, back now to the reindeer games
Donner wasn't there
But, neither were three others
It gave Santa Claus a scare
He called the elven vet in
Said "find out what it wrong"
"If I don't have all my reindeer"
"It'll ruin Rudolph's song"
The vet came back directly
Hoof and mouth was what he said
The reindeer must miss Christmas
They were all confined to bed
Santa couldn't take it
Reindeer home...what would he do?
He thought real hard about an answer
Where would he find something that flew
The vet said, "I've an answer"
"But, no questions...just your trust"
"I'll get your gifts delivered Santa"
"I just need your magic dust"
Santa said "do your best Doctor"
"We can't have Christmas end like this"
"Are you sure you have an answer?"
"We can't give Christmas time a miss"
The vet and elves went searching
They formed a team like none before
They went around to the animals
And then they knocked on Santa's door
Santa looked at what they'd brought him
His reindeer gone, but here they stood
A team had been assembled
It made Santa sink into his hood
Harnessed up before him
The vet had two dogs and a bear
A beaver, goat, and donkey
And a bald, blind cat...stood there
He smiled and said "Dear Santa"
"They may not look like that much now"
"But, they'll get you where you need to be"
"And they'll be led by a brown cow"
If you hear some noises
From your roof, like bleats and barks
Some, meowing or some mooing
And other strange sounds in the dark
Remember, it's just Santa
With his new team for the season
Rex, Rolf, Billy, Ben, Bessie, Joe, and Mike
and a bald, blind cat who's freezin'
Merry Christmas to all and to all....don't look up!!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Dixon Bullinger braced himself against
another frozen blast of winter wind,
riding through the front range to Denver
where his family was a-waiting.
It was morning on Christmas Eve,
and he was a long time overdue,
but Boss McChord had paid him double
to rescue horses from being consumed.
They’d taken out a problem bear
and had a drink to celebrate,
he’d exchanged good wishes with the boys,
then had set about upon his way.
He rounded a corner in a craggy gorge,
and there he saw a stunning sight:
Santa Claus sat on an empty sleigh,
brooding sadly amidst the white.
Dix rode up, and doffed his hat,
saying,”Father Christmas! What are the odds!
May I ask why you are sitting here though,
‘tis the skies that you usually trod?”
Santa then sadly shook his head,
said,”My boy, you don’t understand.
I stopped for a rest and was robbed blind
by a gang of five masked men!
“They took my sack and with it
all the gifts for the boys and girl.
if I cannot somehow get it back,
there’ll be no presents for the world.”
Dix frowned deeply at the thought,
a coldness creeping into him.
Christmas may have been more than gifts,
but try telling that to the kids!
He said,”If you’ll ride with a fool cowpoke,
I’ll gladly help you find the fiends.
A Christmas with no gifts to give…
that’s not something this world needs.
“I have some skill at tracking, see,
from months chasing stray cows.
If you point me the way they went,
we’ll lick these bandits, and how!”
Santa nodded and pointed off
to a narrow slot canyon,
“That’s the way they all took off,
when the foul deed was done.
“If you start along tracking them,
I will follow as soon as I can.
My reindeer are bushed from today’s work,
Donner is nearly all done in.
“But once they’ve had a breather,
I’ll fly them up into the air.
If you leave a trail for me to follow,
I’ll catch up and meet you there!”
Dixon nodded and removed
his brand new, red, silk scarf.
He cut off a piece and then said,
“This here is bright as any spark.”
With that he took to the trail,
riding down that rocky cleft,
to save Christmas for the little ones
he’d undue this savage theft…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Ce sont de grosse perles tombées à l'envi du paradis,
Grain à grain, plus luisantes que tout superbe satin.
Leur fraîcheur et délicatesse proviennent du séraphin,
Qui dit: jamais ses qualités ne deviendront ni taries ni décaties.
Tant qu'il demeure chez vous tous leur parcours d'âme,
Vous allez vous assurer de l'absolution de tout blâme
Tout en jouissant de leur épanouissement pérenne
Dans vos fors intérieurs où ils s'amènent.
Ce sont de nombreux rangs de clochettes
Légèrement secouées pour accueillir les fêtes
À l'appel de la voix de l'Éden,
Plus euphonique que toute populaire rengaine,
Note à note, s'égrenant de très près, de très près,
Jusqu'à ce que toute oreille en soit repue.
L'enchâssement de la meilleure musique dans les muguets,
C'est ce que l'on a bien entendu!
Ce sont cent calices sens dessus dessous,
Livrant d'ensemble la libation à la terre,
Faisant la navette à travers l'atmosphère,
Tuyautant l'ambiance d'ici-bas sur le céleste remous.
Jet à jet, ses eaux se précipitent du firmament
En en apportant le fin tempérament,
Et s'avérant plus moelleuse que toute belle fontaine,
D'où un merveilleux jumelage entre le ciel et la Seine.
Ce sont de suaves sachets éparpillés
Des nymphes qui sortent de chez elles en déshabillés
Tout en s'ébattant l'une avec l'autre.
Souffle à souffle, plus entêtants que tout bon vin mûr,
Au gré du zéphyr à partir de l'azur,
Sur lequel toute imagination monte et puis se vautre.
Leur fragrance se faufile de foule en foule, de narine en narine,
Jusqu'à ce que toute personne s'en enivre, tout paysage devant eux s'incline.
Ce sont exactement les muguets de mai,
Grappe à grappe, plus raffinés que tout douillet velours.
Une fleur seule concentre tous les amours,
Le monde entier parsemé de fruits gais.
Serrez-les dans vos doigts avec douceur,
Et laissez-les donner les caresses attendries;
Gardez-les dans vos coeurs avec vigueur,
Et laissez-les fournir les félicités nanties.
En effet, c'est l'essentiel de l'Évangile téléporté de Dieu
Au terrain de l'être humain,
Grace à quoi se font tous les exaucements séreins,
garantissant que tout ira de mieux en mieux.
ALL OF SANTAS
REINDEER WENT ON STRIKE
NEEDING MORE THAN JUST HAY
& KIBBLES, NO MATTER
IF THEY BE BUCK OR DOE THEY CAN
not fly too far on Just nibbles.
Rudolph of course is the spokesdeer, he so much, wants to
right this disgrace, with special concessions for himself since
he gets the most snow in his face! Rudolph shouted, "Who is
with me now?" Even backup deer,
Jane and Matt excitedly raised, their
hooves having to get on their backs for
that! Charles, the deer, that cleans up
the joint raised three, for he's mis-
sing a hoof. Taking the place of
Donner one night, He slipped
and fell off a high roof!
Santa admitted it was
about time. He said,
"I'm doubling kibbles
and hay!" they all
clapped their
hooves in
Delight, for the reindeer it was a great day! Santa said, "If you want overtime, you can work in my garden for dough", One deer in the back asked, " Doing What?" Well, of course he said, "HOE, HOE, HOE!"
Wow, 2006 is rapidly becoming
a slice of history.So many things
have been added to the story.
Some good, some not so much,
but it certainly hasn't been boring.
What about you.... what did you discover?
Was there a monumental truth that you
finally did uncover?Like you really should
switch from coffee to tea and "Cousin
Eddy" is truly the life of the party.
Or that Donner's name is not really
Donner at all, but it is Donder instead.
Bet he would respond to either name
when called.That it is all right to wear
light brown with black and boomerangs
do not always come back.That there are
right bowers and left bowers but the best
of all is Jack.
That eating fat is ok but saturated is not.
Of that, one certainly can't eat alot.
Or that a baby makin' machine Britney
Spears may be, but a role model she is not.
Well, I'm sure this list could go on and on.
But I want to conclude this before the entire
year is gone.You can quickly see that many
of these are as corny as cheese, but I have
one last one much more important than these.
If your life were a book, this epiphany would
most certainly be the beginning of a new chapter.
It would take the doldrums away, give your life
meaning and purpose.... no more a circus.
Well, without further ado, the one that will make
your life anew.The King of Kings was born on
Christmas morn...... all forlorn ...perfect picture
of humility.Lived here to show us how to love,
a gift from above.Loved us and showed us how
to live.Died .... horribly, to show us just how much.
Rose again so hundreds could see and touch.
This was no ordinary man.....life, death or even birth.
In fact, it was this perfect sacrifice that proved our worth.
Oh how very valuable we must be for this sinless
man to die so cruelly upon a tree.Thank you Emmanuel
for rescuing us from the pits of hell and help us to
appreciate this "gift" enough to tell others that the offer
is available to them as well.
fast as a blitzen comet,
this dashing prancer
contra dancer
(i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip
with cupid ditty toward his vixen wife,
who loosed a suppressed yip
asper one discovering remains of the day
from the donner
(newt the majority) party whip
ping her olive drab camouflage attire,
as if she hapt to be a vip
endlessly congratulating herself
(and bow wowing her ego) bing awarded
the housekeeping seal of approval,
and expected me to tip
her gore gee us Martha Stewart déclassé
snoop doggy dog rendition
as she did slip
agilely (with broom and dustpan in hand) rip
peat head lee uttering
an apropos Mary Poppins quip
booting muck can clear across to Compton
(wherever that might be) pip
pin like a cat on a hot tin roof,
where no cure existed to nip
in the bud at this stage,
and rid thine beloved Narberth bride,
who caught a bout clean destine
feverish frenzy to make house beautiful,
oblivious to beseeching despair,
sans this husband who cried
plaintively imploring divine intervention,
lest extreme heroic measures
need be taken, thus guide
me asap before her blistered hands
rubbed red as tender (vittles) raw hide,
which could find her catatonic, doggone
ill eagle lee flying a boot
like a bat out of hell, and stupefied
hence, this urgent message typed out in a huff
for less severe invasive
experimental treatment truly tried
on this, that, or some other missus so and so
.....please pardon this abrupt end,
plus initial idea wide
lee differing from my initial intent won
during how to write an elegy to mister son
describing, how aye felt enervated with run
hills of beaming solar rays, oh how none
synthetic drug to bathe,
enhance, suffuse away mon
day moody blues,
and now...gotta tend tummy hun!
In referance to SATB
I didn't know that music lovers often
tell the story from the arrangements
and pairings to what the composer is sharing
he combination of instruments
don't get along
like the piccolo and tuba
they don't jive when there together
and the muted celesta and xylophone
they don't get along
whats a song
the sounds for many
comparable and gitty
composed to love or set a mood
sounds can't love
but are capible of being loved
it's arranged for cultural conservation
you get what the composers saying
even though sounds aren't capable of love
what one desire to love
is an obstacle and challenge
due to the facts of being love
takes an enormous amount of time
those who interfere
will say one maynot be sincere
which may indicate a lack of
a lovers importance
the sounds that are supportive
the bright side to the love thing
is defined by what
you bring
to level out both sides of
importance
the composer considers
a pitch that delivers
the mood the sound should bring
Les personnages de cette fiction ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer, alors j'ai refusé de leur
donner mon nom de plume ou mon nom légal.
Ils sont méchants et ne m'aiment pas.
Ils refusent de m'inspirer.
Vous pouvez dire que c'est fou parce qu'ils sont
fictifs, mais ma représentation et mes moyens
pour parvenir à mes fins sont tous liés à ces personnages
Piccolo meddled in Tubas affairs
the audience stops and stares
the traits of a disoriented thing
and what about Celetas muting
wisdom tells us that
it's no suited with
xlophone maybe it's all fiction
but for where we're sitting
I aint never seen nothing like
this before
Research suggests those who interfere in others' relationships are more likely to have dark personality traits such as narcissism. Meddlers may interfere in a relationship in a variety of ways, such as by highlighting how one's partner has failed to meet important needs.
In that far northern part was where I was born,
Over forty years ago my journey started in my home.
My Mom and Dad worked so hard to feed us eight kids,
If one can learn to love anyone in this world it was them.
My mom told me one day her mom was born on a wagon train,
Of how Great Grandma traveled over Donner Pass in winter,
Just two weeks after the Donner Party passed away.
Great Grandpa never got over it she would say.
Still, 16 children her mom would birth way back then,
It gave me enough aunts and uncles and cousins for life.
In fact it was almost enough to start our own small town,
Of course that's also another story left for the pondering.
My Dad's real father died when Dad was only 4 months old.
His name was Charles Epps and was kin to the Wilkinsons,
Dad has told me stories of the famous English iron masters,
And of how George Washington by marriage was my relative.
Isn't it funny how that fact now makes no difference to me?
Because I feel akin to all my brothers and sisters of earth.
We all started somewhere on this world and no matter where,
And I didn't have a damned thing to do with what George did.
So isn't that much more relative to the point we all make?
All I know is I watched my Mother and Father sacrifice for us,
That is all that truly matters and is all that truly counts.
To love all the billions is what flies my current mortality.
Famous or unknown we all end up just exactly the same,
Spirits with no mortal baggage holding us down for take-off.
Free at last to roam a universe forever untied from greed,
And beyond a place that once was called a human's paradise.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn