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Santa Claus
Children scream with joy
on sight of chubby, plump,
white bearded Santa
In red coat with
white collars and cuffs,
red trousers and fur cap.
With gifts in his bag
and a shaking belly,
He comes laughing,
Riding on a sleigh
driven by eight reindeers,
As Rudolph, the red nosed
drives through the night,
lands swiftly on roofs
and slides in to houses through chimneys,
Chuckles ho ho ho
and drops gifts for all,
An year's long wait ends
as wish list turns to reality,
Midnight hours ..
popping of firecrackers
Church bells ring
and Carols sing,
Celebrating birth
of Jesus Christ,
It's Christmas time !!
Like a zephyr he buzzes
gifts to well behaved
and guilty foraged,
And then visits markets,
streets, the whole of city,
To return to his home
at North Pole,
Collects request letters
and gifts throughout the year,
for next Christmas !!
Written Dec 23rd, 2015
For contest "Story poem about Santa Claus"
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place win
You are my idol, epitome of my life.
I treasure thy memories,buried deep in my heart.
I cherish that warmth as a toddler,
When on your chest I slept .
I miss your fingers caressing my hair, as I wept.
I admire that hug as I excelled in exams,
I miss your temper as I annoyed you with my pals.
I adore those moments when we shared ideas on
humanity, education, nation and politics,
I miss those times when we celebrated
days and events.
I felt dejected as u relinquish life,
Tears go dry in abysmal sorrow,
Now as I recapture in retrospection,
I have nothing but to embrace your memories............
You are my sole inspiration,
I miss you deeply, dad !!!!
Written on
In loving memory of my father,
and dedicated to him
Now for contest- Father's Day
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
A Christmas snow
Festive spirits at the faces glow,
Glitter in the eyes and joys flow,
Bells ring, carols sing, chill will stay,
A Christmas snow is on its way !
Pure white to tall trees embrace,
At roofs of houses sways in full grace,
Covering all walkways look so soft,
Children cheerful seen flying aloft !
Everything having been put in array,
Angelic touch that melts it away,
Divine chaste coming from heavens,
Reflecting life's perfect sevens,
Vibrant colours various hues,
And we forget our past blues,
Illuminating hearts are the lights,
Mesmerising charm of the bright,
Falling snowflakes floating in air,
Essence of love catches its flair,
White will sharpen with each sunrise,
A Christmas snow comes as a surprise !
Written December 10th, 2014
For contest 'A Christmas snow' by Gail Angel Doyle
Now for "Any old poem #4" by SKAT A
Awarded 7th place
Now for contest "Any poem #31" by PD A
Now for contest "Your favourite poem contest" by Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place
A smell permeates through the house
I’m convinced it must be house mouse
I hunt high and then I hunt low
But the source of the smell it won’t show
I get down on my hands and my knees
The dirt and the dust make me sneeze
The pungent smell makes me feel sick
Burn scented candles right down to the wick
Now I have a sad look on my face
The origin of the smell I can’t trace
Get some cheese and lay it on a trap
Wait for the jaws of the trap to go snap
But the cheese remains where its put
The jaws of the trap don’t snap shut
Found hidden in the huge laundry box
An old pair of my Pa's cheesy socks!
Smelly socks are confined to the bin
Now I can say to my guests 'do come in'!
13th January 2015
Fictional write for Humor Contest!!!
Sponsor Carol Eastman
~awarded 1st place~
Bidding tearful adieu,
I sat on his grave,
And his spirit stood beside me,
Consoling me to return home.
As I opened eyes to my conscious ,
Ghosts encircled me in black attire,
Their orange faces wore a smile,
Greeted with shriek sounds they proffered.
No life to be seen in full moon,
Not even as dark clouds passed by,
Palpitations that anyone could hear,
Chest went airless for a minute,
Eyes were dry and reflexes dampened,
Shiver that followed down the spine.
Scare of dying never before,
Traversed my nerves to a faint,
Darkness all over and silence of a mourn,
I found him standing next to me,
Both breathing into the same air,
That was a farewell to my life !!
New for Contest- Everything Halloween
Written on 22/10/13
Old for contest on theme- gothic and romantic both
Now entered for contest "Your own fav Halloween poem" by Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place win
(In 1964, Paul McCartney was staying at
57, Wimpole Street, the home of Jane Asher.
McCartney was allowed to use the basement
for writing (Margaret Asher, mother of Jane,
was a professor of music, and the room was
set up for rehearsal). He announced his
engagement to Jane on Christmas Day 1967,
but by then he had already been seeing Linda
Eastman for nine months. When Jane left for a
vacation in the summer of 1968, Paul invited
yet another woman to move into his home.
When Asher returned unexpectedly and found
McCartney and the woman in bed, the relationship
came to an abrupt end. Perhaps McCartney did it
to extricate himself from the Asher engagement.)
Yesterday
When I was younger,
so much younger than today,
I once had a girl
(it was the year before Shea).
She showed me her room:
“Isn’t it good?
Norwegian wood.”
She asked me to stay
and said I could sit anywhere,
so I went to the basement –
the piano was down there.
“I’ll tell you something
I think you’ll understand,”
said my best friend John:
“You’re gonna lose that girl.
It won’t be long.”
I’ve lost her now for sure.
I won’t see her no more.
But I couldn’t use a Sloane,
so why on earth should I moan?
I crawled off to sleep in the bath.
I went into a dream
of people and things
that went before …
I think I overstayed,
but that was yesterday.
I’ll buy you a diamond ring, my friend,
If it makes you feel alright
But I can’t help but think, my friend,
it’s been a hard day’s night.
The girl that’s driving me mad
is going away:
I’ll get my claws on Clancy
without the least delay.
You call it treason
when you come poking about,
but I’ve got a good reason
for taking the easy way out.
Poor little Zena zebra was feeling oh so sad
She was born an albino, which made her look bad
Zena desperately wanted to fit in with the others
And have a stripy body like her sisters and brothers
Zena thought hard and came up with a cunning plan
She would paint some stripes, so she’d have great élan
Zena went shopping in a local hardware store
Bought some black paint for the stripes she’d adore
Her stripes were brushed on by a trusted friend
But quickly the can of paint came to an end
Sadly Zena hadn’t got any more money
Her half painted body looked rather funny
How the other zebra’s laughed at poor Zena
They called her names; they couldn’t be meaner
But good luck was on little Zena’s side that day
The rain lashed down and washed the paint away
For Zena had purchased watercolour paint
Now Zena’s back to white and she has no complaint
She stands out in the crowd because she is unique
Yes she’s different from the others but her look is oh so chic
Zena stands proudly in her white coat which shines so bright
She is delighted to say not everything in life is black and white
Moral of the story it is our differences that make us unique
A delightful Children’s fable Contest Sponsored by Carol Eastman.
Submitted to z contest old or new
Sponsored by Constance La France
07~10~16
Little Davy wanted a puppy for Christmas
His parents, though, were totally against it
Davy whimpered and whined til he was breathless
“Please,” he wrote to Santa, “bring a puppy, Mr. Clause”
The big day drew closer and Davy said a prayer,
“Please, dear Lord, let my puppy be there”
He went to bed on the night before Christmas
With hope in his heart and a tender kiss from Mom
Bright and early the next morning, Davy arose and running,
Went downstairs to the Christmas tree to see what was coming.
The first thing he noticed was that the puppy was not there.
He felt a tear sting his eyes but promised not to care.
All the presents were unwrapped and all that seemed to be left…
Was carrying out the wrapping paper to go into the trash bin.
Davy knew it was his job to do this simple task and wasn’t asked
When he began to carry the leftover wrappings to the kitchen.
It was then, in the kitchen, that he noticed a familiar sound
The sound of whimpering and digging beneath a cabinet there in the corner.
Davy rushed over to the cabinet and began to pull at its doors.
Out came a big black lab with one ear flopped over against its head.
“Mom, Dad,” Davy screamed with excitement, “Santa left a puppy…
He just left it in the kitchen cupboard, but it is there and it loves me!”
Davy was grinning his biggest grin as Mom and Dad came in…
“Well,” they began, “It looks like you have your wish.” Then they began
To tell him all he had to do to care for this new member of the family.
“You’ll have to feed him and walk him and take care that he stays warm”
“You’ll have to care for him with all your heart and make sure you love him”
“You’ll have to see that he has all his shots just like you had to have.”
Davy laughed with surprise at the ease of all they said and smiled with such pride…
That his puppy would be called Fred!!!
Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
As I woke each morning, in this past year,
I offered prayerful thanks to my Father above
for protection in a world full of dread and fear.
I owe my life and all I have to my God of love.
I'm beholding for so much more than I can ever say,
from burdens this year, He eased my sorrow and pain.
Goodbye 2015. Hello to the new year on the way.
In God's good graces, I pray I shall ere remain.
I give thanks for nourishment through spiritual food,
for good health, family, my new friends and the old.
I'm indebted for my pen and the poems that ensued,
and for friendly poets who never let my soup get cold.
My gratitude runs deep for forgiving my sins of the past
and for giving me ample courage when I need to stand.
The year now ending has been no worse then the last,
Thank You, God, for holding on to my outstretched hand.
I'm so grateful to You God for being my friend and my shield,
seeing some good in me instead of seeing a weed in the field.
Another year of honoring Your name is now drawing to its end,
Gracious Father, I humbly thank You for the blessings You send.
December 31st, 2015
Giving Thanks for 2015 Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.
Meanwhile those more up to date logged on the internet
sending E mails to Santa to see what they could get
Koalas draped high treetops with shiny garlands green
And furry possums lined their dens in golden glitter sheen
Wallabies joined in with bright balloons hung on their tails
All the crows tied streamers, cascading from the rails.
Kookaburras’ laughter changed to Christmas songs
While magpies and peewees piped along in throngs.
A wombat and a bandicoot made honeysuckle punch
The parrots came too early and drank’ til they got drunk
And when the’ Magic Pudding’ came to help with Christmas Dinner
His taste was so delicious he left a trifle thinner.
With a Kangaroo as Santa, his pouch stuffed full of cheer
hopping ‘round the outback in the hottest time of year
Just guess what all the drovers got- lots of ice-cold beer.
Suzanne Delaney
For Children's Christmas Poem Contest for Carol Eastman