Long Festive Poems
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At Seder 1 we helped prepare
The soup and matzoh balls served there,
The hard-boiled eggs and chicken dressed
In farfel flakes, which tastes the best.
At tables set to serve sixteen,
With kids and grandfolk on the scene,
We read and sang, sipped wine and juice,
The atmosphere relaxed and loose.
The meal complete, the kids ran ‘round,
The afikomen finally found.
The grown-ups schmoozed, dessert consumed
‘Til things slowed down as bedtime loomed.
For Seder 2, we hit the road
And drove in windshield-wiper mode
To visit family miles away
Where overnight we planned to stay.
The Seder table, set for five,
Did beckon us to keep alive
Within Haggadahs Ken revised
The same old tale, but modernized.
We dug into delicious food,
Conversing in a festive mood.
No kids around, but Darby’s tail
Was wagging on an epic scale.
Two Seders, different and unique,
To welcome in this matzoh week
Were back-to-back reminders of
The past and present, fused with love.
(Dedication: For Dorian Petersen Potter)
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Christmas is here with festive cheer,
Greetings endear goodwill right here.
The mood feels kind in lovely signs,
Words come to mind as heart aligns.
Love is the key that sets us free,
Grace makes lively for joy can be.
Adorn the best in zeal and zest,
Make love your quest in happy fest.
Welcome the truth with open hearts,
Christ spreads fond proof in sacred start.
Purge then old fears and sorrow's sting,
Embrace good cheer as peace now sings.
There is a way that goodness gives,
Speak well each day and give to live.
Let hearts be light with awesome sights,
Blessings put right love's wondrous light.
To one and all, a special touch:
Love comes to call to usher much.
May all your days be filled with grace,
May loving rays bless each man's face.
Here's to warm peace in message grand,
May love increase to make all friends.
Joy to the world that waits on peace,
Fond magic swirls to anchor ease.
Peace on earth comes to all who dare,
Where love now sums with tender care.
Love floods and fills the human heart,
Beauty reveals truth's sacred start.
May peace and joy bring faith and hope,
May you enjoy love that sculpts scope.
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2014
Singapore
Bells ringing off and on
or all on a sudden !
Bells to alert ! Whatever :
Call of classes or shows to start or let those be over !
Symbolising beginning and ending on scheduled hours.
Bells give signal, making final.
Bells of alarm clock ring giving wake up call.
Door bells alarming family to welcome visitors.
Reindeer driving sledge of Santa Clause
sometimes with swift speed, sometimes giving pause ,
as sledge running beside boxwood hedge hiding shy snowdrops,
silver bells ringing on merriment.
Bell of love suddenly rings in charm on special moment :
Auspicious, propitious.
Mind dreamed, heart thrilled and soul sensed serenity.
Sound of chimes in wedding bell
to ward off evil spirits bringing good luck to newlyweds.
soft tinkling of tiny bells in anklet of bride.
Cowbells in orchestra in rhythmic cadence .
At bell tower of church, carillon
rings in soft sweet soothing tone.
Jingle bells ringing in Christmas on joyous festive mode.
The streets grow loud with the tambour of laughter.
In the normally quiet witching hour, carols tumble, unplanned, from merry crowds.
Even the stoic gendarmerie patrolling the Champ de Mars are showing their smiles.
For it’s almost Christmas.
Servants, having gotten their Christmas bonuses,
practically dance the mahogany halls,
crowned in festive paper ivy and borrowed silver bells,
humming in merry misrule - as if all rank has turned topsy-turvy.
Downstairs, the chef (Julian) is in fine, bustling form,
like a magician setting up a great trick.
For things are getting serious - thirty Christmas geese,
a ghostly-pale flock for feasting, arrived this morning, as did some
very large salmon, crates of cheese, fruit, liqueurs, and champagne.
Peter and I were hoping for a calm Christmas day
but that dream’s no longer in play.
For on Christmas day, Grandmère celebrates brunch
with two hundred and some fifty of her closest, most indecorous friends.
I’m the corrected granddaughter.
“Oh, you must come to this one,” Grandmère said, in an injured whisper.
I can’t resist that tone in her voice. “If we must,” I sighed.
So I will be, for a few hours at least, a reluctant holiday prisoner.
“Good,” she smiled, her voice restored in victory.
”I bought you a dress,” she added slyly for mollification.
My ears perked up - she knows the designers I like.
“It was just delivered to your room,” she said knowingly.
“Oh, who will suffer to rescue me?” I asked Peter, in mock drama.
“Don’t look at me,” he said, taking refuge behind a mug of frozen eggnog.
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A Christmas playlist for this:
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64.
West is Blue, East is Red, Philippines is Yellow
Go out when the sun sets
Watch birds return to nests
When fishermen end quests
And farmers leave harvests
The time everyone rests
So now face to the West
See and feel where it's best
Comfort is its behest
Blue – wall stars of U.S.
Blue – sea and sky conquest!
Go out when the sun rises
Witness birds begin quests
When fishermen cast nets
And farmers ready chests
The hour of work begets
So now turn to the East
Human faith melts mist
Red – motif of China
Red – worker's insignia!
Go out when the sun's highest
When shadows are shortest
Temperature's hottest
Celestial lights brightest
Festive moment its best
Yellow – Philippine Sun
Yellow – EDSA One!
Philippines – now behold
People – not blue and cold
Culture – not red and bold
Our nation's not that old
New age ‘bout to unfold
Glaring – yellow – sheer gold!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
The bells are calling as the snowflakes fall
Illuminations twinkle with delight
A goodwill message sent to one and all
The joys of Christmas fill this festive night.
Excited children gaze with gleaming eyes
They think of Santa and his gifts galore
Their hearts fast beating at each wrapped surprise
Anticipation of what lies in store.
The smell of cooking, stuffing, sweets and drink
Pervades the nostrils, tempting with desire.
Food in abundance, bulging glasses clink
The ambience pleasing, by a cozy fire.
In glaring contrast, by deserted docks
A hobo shivers in a cardboard box.
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Contest: Shakespearean Sonnet
Hosted by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 6th
© 21st October 2018
Jonathan sits close to the fireplace
mantle piece adorned with nativity scene
a crucifix is dangling from a rusty nail
cold as winter can be
there is no money for a few logs
and the electricity meter
has eaten his last couple of coins
it was no joy when he smashed the piggy bank
he cut his fingers on a few shards
‘blood of Christ’ he muttered
naked salvation pierced to shreds
skin barely covering his frosty fingers now
an old bandana made for a bandage
bones aching as the fever of the festive season
passed by his soul and his heart
and the radio blared carols and meaningless trash
he did not feel more lonely than normal
his children rarely called and he wished for a gas oven
just for temporary heat and demise
his cardigan needed a wash
and he had that unpleasant feeling
of smelling his very own grime
no punch and no mince pies
though pious he always remained
how he wished it was summer
when he would sit on a park bench
and the walk to the food bank was easy
but now his energy was always sapped
as soon as he returned to his rotten abode
and passing the ‘Jolly Sailor’ with no money
left him sober and bereft
‘Merry merciless Christmas’ to me
he whispered into the cold air inside
his home and within himself
and swallowed the pills
he had been hoarding for months
he left without any complaints
but graced the Good Lord
for giving him courage to end it all
and had a last quiet chuckle
that his kids would have to pay for his funeral
27th November 2022
Contest Writing Challenge Write a Christmas poem
Sponsor Constance La France
Moon and moon cakes, moments of joy;
I sight calm lake, ideas and ploys;
Dream of fine stakes, dream and enjoy!
Autumn is here, autumn feels good;
Urge schemes with clouds, urge meets song sweet;
Toils vanish near, toils follow mood;
Unwind, be loud -- unwind, dare greet.
Moon shines so clear, moon strikes the woods;
New moon glows proud, new moon I meet!
Feel autumn sing, feel autumn ply;
Embrace fond moods, embrace fond rhymes;
Stillness now flings, stillness now sighs;
Touch feels so good, touch lives fond times;
In autumn's face, in festive pace;
Voices call out, vibrant and free;
Arouse child's grace, arouse and trace;
Lanterns now shout, lanterns I see!
Feast and fancy, feast and parade;
Echoes of cheer, echoes of fun;
Expound and see, expound and trade;
Love paints right here, love plays with pun;
Indulge fond feel, indulge fine play;
Note happy times, note cheery parts;
Glimpse clear appeal, glimpse warm array;
Sanguine verse rhymes, sanguine lines art.
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2014
Singapore
Read about a family
With a house of sparkling lights,
Which take months for them to hang
For weeks of festive Christmas nights.
They made the Guinness Records book
And people drive for miles
To cruise around their property
With oohs and aahs and smiles.
Their neighbors, though, are not so pleased
With all the crowds and noise,
Which brings both trash and brightness
And their quietude destroys.
When interviewed, the family said
They’d rather have a hand
In bringing joy to strangers,
Which their town should understand.
I see both sides, but what I know
Is that their huge display
Makes me glad they’re not my neighbors -
If they were, I’d move away!
I unbox my faux Christmas tree, a tradition every year,
Adorned with baubles, lights, and festive cheer,
In the living room, presents beneath its boughs,
A holiday aura, a delightful vow.
My daughter opts for a real Spruce so divine,
Decked in finery, outshining mine,
Alpine scent wafts, a winter's sweet reprieve,
Snowy visions, Christmas Eve.
Around the lake on a cool, cloudy day,
Live trees adorned in hues, a picturesque display,
Birds chirp, lively ornaments on display,
Geese, swans, egrets in festive play.
Rain or shine, the tree stands bold,
A beacon of goodwill, a tale untold,
No shining lights, no silvery attire,
Yet, an aura of happiness, a radiant fire.