Long Festive Poems
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Chinks of blue play peek a boo ,
Among the snow pearls of gray .
Stained glass windows to the heavens above ,
Upon this winters day.
Snow flakes in a frenzy fall ,
So delicate as fine lace.
In caressed like dreamy kisses,
Tickle hands and face.
Scarlet are the berries bright,
Against leaves of emerald green.
In sharp contrast against the snow,
Upon this winter scene.
For time draws near for tonight the eve,
When Santa drives his sleigh.
And those of us, who still believe,
Gives praise for Christmas day.
In a momentary silence,
I look to the sky this night.
In a thought of three wise men,
And a star that was burning bright.
My heart still full of wonder,
Brought forth by festive cheer.
And in hopes of what tomorrow brings,
Will last again all year.
? N Windle 2015
My solitude weaves the paths of the night that unfolds beneath my footsteps,
And when my eyelashes fall heavy - a puppetry of worlds dims in their blindness.
In the frown of my eyebrows,
The Moon transforms into a sidereal onion suspended above the crests of the world.
I gather universes in my pockets, bring in my palm the dimming of houses and the gentle descent of trees,
I withdraw and control their fates; I watch with royal indolence as my tiny throngs of people,
Laughing, loving, shivering from wine,
Ignore that I, in childhood boredom, could send them into nonexistence with a single blink of an eyelid.
When I dress in the robe of affection,
I clothe the grasses in festive green,
Wrap the sky in azure silk and sprinkle the sun with golden pollen;
But in my sour whims, I weave my soul as a god
With decrees of vanity on my lips to conquer the hues and darken the corollas in black.
Oh, you, apparition that believes yourself alive, the inflamed silk beside me,
You struggle to escape from the tangle of my thoughts,
You swear that your heartbeat of love proves your link to the world,
But do not forget that in the whirl of this carnival of delirium,
All your radiance, every glint of genius, is a sarabande, my capricious gift to you.
Grateful to God* for deliverance from anosmia
I praise Him for the pleasant breath of life
midst jubilant smelling optimization
oozing with wondrous delights...
On a restful day of redolent vibrancy, my nose is greeted
by minty scent of my special child's shampoo
with citrus body wash along bubble gum-cologne
and refreshing baby powder after his bathing spree...
Oh, I enjoy the aroma of steamed breakfast rice
sizzling barbecue, creamy chicken-vegetable soup
with mango yoghurt while allowing hot chocolate
to blend with the smell of toasted bun midst peanut butter.
Concluding my morning festive flavorsome meal
my olfactory sense is welcomed by serene balmy room
verily therapeutic as I immerse for writing pursuits
gripped with the lavender fragrance of my own perfume.
*In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
September 12, 2023
2nd place, "Five Senses (Smelling Emphasis)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 9/13/2023
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 lights that resemble stars.
Christmas is a wonderful experience on New York's City busy streets:
stores, pubs, restaurants and shops dress up with decorations so dazzling;
where else can you find a Santa ringing a bell and spreading good cheers...
wishing New Yorkers and visitors a Merry Christmas with a tone so thrilling?
On Christmas Eve, Saint Patrick's Cathedral echoes with joyful hymns,
and Child Jesus smiles at children as they caress His soft and divine face.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Set the table with festive cheer
for all our loved ones no longer here
Set them a plate and pour them a
Sherry
They would want us to celebrate, to be festive and merry
Don’t wallow in sorrow for they are not near
Turn to your memories and hold those dear
Don’t be downhearted for those departed
That’s not what they’d wish for or what they wanted.
Celebrate life, celebrate living,
Embrace each other and be forgiving
So as we celebrate Xmas together this year
Let’s raise our glasses to those not here.
Their spirit and memory is locked in our heart
And for that very reason never apart.
How I love this time of year
When Christmas markets beckon!
All major cities have them
And some small towns, too, I reckon.
The festive booths display their wares,
A lot of them hand-crafted,
Their quality assuring you
That no, you won’t get shafted.
From jewelry (my favorite)
To ceramics, hats and leather,
The dealers ply their products
In whatever kind of weather.
For now’s the time that people buy –
The ornaments and mittens
And toys and t-shirts, socks and mugs
Adorned with pups or kittens.
Of course, there’s hot mulled cider
Paired with donuts, for such offers
Keep shoppers warm and cozy,
Tempting them to fill the coffers.
Today I splurged on earrings
Though I’m often quite contented
To just browse and see what’s out there,
All so very well-presented!
Welcome to this grand festive fair
For the benefit of special children’s care
Highlighting their development welfare
With compassion and love’s share…
But oh my, why has it turned as a scare?
The Social worker has been invited to grace the occasion
Fulfilling mission to guard children against rights' violation ...
Thus, midst vigilant observation and discretion
She's ready to solve case on joyous kids showing terrified reaction
In a festival where prevailing spirit must be jubilation!
With clowns’ appearance in the joyous event
Showing quirks they comically invent
Kids vent-out, frightened, nervously fervent...
Thank God, they are pacified; their fears, prayers circumvent
By parents appeasing them so terrible commotions prevent!
Having worked well circumspectly
Proper authorities were called soberly
Affirming knowledge of culprits conscientiously...
It was learned that impostors are not child-friendly
Since they rob peace and order deserved by every child in the family.
The policemen then gently shout: “Don’t panic!
Calm down from being frantic!
Our fault, we didn’t screen every clown’s antic…
Since we think they’re all acts of magic
We belittle children’s mindset on logic!”
The youngsters now beam with delight
When the clowns are nowhere in sight
Having been apprehended by those who saw their plight…
What matters most is, kids are giggling with gladness' height
As clowns-turned police officers tell stories on doing what’s right!
They flowed from my feelings
a specail day
that specail way to show someone
you really love them
Our specail Day
The beganning from the conclusion
the redefining of the uniqueness of
two people coming together
finding words
calulating rehersting
doing all without raveling the two who
probaly couldn't care if they
are caausing or creating a specticail
they are not
they a righted to a situation
where they seek to be united together
in a ceromny defined by the facet they wish to be coupled
through
Specail moments
We picked this Day to speak each other as mine
Inside jokes and shared moments
commentment and joy
Heart Felt moment with people who care
who wish to share
they'll be there
fitted and suited
Dresses and dressed
stepping high
speaking sweet and tender
lovers of love
people who wish love for people
who love one another
prayers anwsered and promises to make
kisses to get and love to receive
when that stresses hue
the stones
might the staues commemrated the festive feelings of
those who are involved and partisipated in the gathering.
Toast to the Bride and groom
those that stand with them
pray for those who support
and pray those who opposse might
they stand in full respect
of there new condition
might they too find the same!
Having the peaceful right
On a clear night
Hearing tranquil sounds
Watching the twinkling lights downtown
Not expecting any interruption
From deceitful local corruption
But to my surprise
Someone’s undermined lies
While sitting alone
There was a drone
Flying around
Taking pictures of the ground
Why was it here?
All I am doing is chugging this here
Beer
Legally bought
Being old enough I thought
As it buzzed
Doing what it does
I stayed still
Could it fire and kill?
I think not
I pondered nervous and sweaty hot
If it comes any closer
I may fear being a fried roaster
Quickly it disappeared
I no longer had anything more to fear
Except Iosing, the evening’s festive cheer
Dampening my pants
Looking like I made an advance
On the drone
Spying on me when I was alone
To combat this voyeuristic try
I went inside
Sighed
And decide
Not to blow a fuse
Turn on the news
Reporting the enemy was the accused
Calm I did become
Knowing things were done
But how do we stop this evil invasion?
And the distrusting questions it is raising
Keep acting humble
Let the machine go off course and tumble
Then crumble
Or maybe the drone will learn the lesson
Realizing its handlers, started confession
You see, it is not all right
On a clear night
To bother someone alone
With an invading drone
In fact
It is classified as an attack
Beckoning the response “take that
you neighborly nosey brat”
September 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jonah 1-4
Key Verse – Jonah 1:14 Wherefore they cried unto the LORD, and said, We beseech thee, O LORD, we beseech thee… for thou, O LORD, hast done as it pleased thee.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR RESPONDING
TO OUR BESEECHING
Praise be to God for responding to
our beseeching as He helps us in our:
Iniquity-illness
Infirmity-infection
Ignorance with His illumination
Intercession along His inspiration
Interaction by His influence and impact
Jonah 2:7 Praise be to the Lord for enabling us
to remember Him always, not only during our:
Astonishments against awful abominations
Apprehensions midst apathetic argument
Afflictions along agonizing angst
Anxieties around arrogant acts
Anger toward adversaries
Jonah 3:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
seeing our works of:
Faith by His fortification
Fruitfulness in His fellowship
Fervor while fighting fearfulness
Firmness in our focus to His fixing
Faithfulness through His furnishing festive
Jonah 4:6-7 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for preparing the best for us by His:
Graciousness for our generous giving
Greatness for our governed growing
Gentleness for our geared-up going
Goodness for our gripped glowing
Gladness for our guided goading. Amen!
September 24, 2024