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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"
A Dream: the 4th Christmas.
deck the halls
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten
where presents
a life
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at
frostily forgotten
tucked under
that big
beautiful
green fir tree
where all the dreams
of poets go
gold starred, tinselled
and angel mounted
ripe cherries
kissed
crassly
under mistletoe
Ah Christmas
capture me up
in your safe
magic arms
let me sip
the nectar from
your sweet eggnog cups
like Puck’s flower flows
on sultry lips
and eyelids
“love-in-idleness”
"The juice of it
on sleeping eyelids laid
will make man
or woman
madly dote
upon the next
live creature
that it sees”
poet or pup
crimson berries crushed
against a velvet tongue
bedazzled and
bewitched
fires crackling
logs like legs
drop and wrap around
the flames
while in my dreams
I await beneath
the sugar coated
blankets of a bed
charmed by snowflakes
dusting houses in a row
through misted windows
where “paper people....
dream
their cardboard dreams”
“how unreal
the whole thing seems
can we be living in a world
that is made of paper mache?
Everything is clean
and so neat
anything that is wrong
can be just swept away”
inside is very still...
not shaken
like a snowglobe -
surreal
damned be
the dams of
Love-in-Idleness
where eyes reflect
your shadow
in my dream
like opium smoke
across cracked glass
remember how we
all once were
some beautiful happy
if we could just pull the chord
so fresh out of ...
class
rewind our time
rewind it
to yesterday
like a toy
across the
ocean bobbing
like a buoy
an Iceberg keens and cries
Nutcracker twirls
Sugarplum
Kris Kringle Kisses
Kalliope
Oberon...
reals
Titania in
Slo mo’
Magic
mmm
Romance
lacy
frosty
melting
snow.
An iceberg cries
in time with
Christmas eyes
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“Paper Mache” / Dionne Warwick
https://youtu.be/85TK2Bia6w8
"There must have been some magic in
That old top hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around"
I was walking snow covered woods,
in my dream and came upon a fir tree;
and I was struck by the bright glistening branches,
dusted with beautiful new fallen snow;
shimmering in moonlight . . .
with stars shining through those branches,
reminding me of Jesus's journey to Earth;
oh, I will decorate that fir tree in the woods,
'cause could not imagine cutting it down;
so went home for baubles . . .
made of glass, wood and ceramic,
also garland, tinsel and a golden star;
it was a lovely dream of tree decorating,
and in great respect for the nativity;
I placed the star on top . . .
and when I was finished- I stood,
to behold the most beautiful fir tree;
with stars shining through the decorated branches,
and the star up top began to sparkle;
in my Christmas tree dream . . .
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December 7, 2018
Poetry/Verse/My Christmas Tree Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1092-660-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I am more than just a black bird called a crow
I like to play, prank and even steal things as I go
I mimic sounds and sometimes human voices
And coo and caw when people hear my noises
I am loyal to my followers and my human fans
I leave gifts, watching to see them in their hands
I am making warning calls as I guard your land
Caw, coo, caw, click, if you could only understand
I am nesting now near my favorite human lady
In a fir tree, where the boughs are lush and shady
I see her daily, as she talks to me and leaves a treat
I coo, and caw, I just love her and think she's sweet
She even honors me by her decorations of my kind
Makes feels me loved, safe and with peace of mind
Caw, caw, coo, caw, hope she hears my morning call
Now cooing softly, I am content here, I have it all!
The Yuletide Season
Seen through the window by the fireplace’s illuminating fuel
Is a family gathering celebrating the Yule;
A union of Noël greeters in wondrous delight
Expresses warmth, joy, and happiness within the house.
They wish each other a Merry Christmas with sincerity and cheer
And exchange cards and presents while snapping pictures.
In the corner, a fir tree stands with a star topper bright
Decorated with ornaments, tinsel strings, and twinkling lights.
Down the banister and around the room, garlands run,
And over the mantle, holly and a wreath are hung.
Then singing is heard accompanied by piano music playing,
Followed by the raising of glasses to toast the Yuletide season.
Outside in the cold covered with snow while walking alone,
Memories of home come to mind, and how the years have flown.
I was walking the snow covered forest
and came upon a beautiful fir tree
and I was struck by the bright glistening branches
dusted with beautiful new fallen snow
shimmering in the moonlight
with stars shining through the branches
it reminded me of Jesus's journey to Earth
oh, I will decorate that fir tree in the woods
because I could not imagine cutting it down
so, I ran home for baubles and things
Things made of glass and ceramic
also brought garland, tinsel and a gold star
oh, it felt so lovely decorating the tree in the snow
and with great respect for the birth of Jesus
I placed a star on top
and when I was finished I stood
to behold the most beautiful fir tree
with stars shining through the branches
and suddenly the star on top began to sparkle
for this was a Christmas tree for Jesus
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December 23, 2021
Poetry/Verse/A Christmas Tree For Jesus
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1415-743-23
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, A Strand Christmas
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 12/25/2021
Return again warm glow of Christmas past,
Rekindle precious times I hold so dear.
Transport me back and let my mind be cast
On golden memories of yesteryear.
A fir tree trimmed with fragile fairy lights
Illuminates an angel’s modest smile,
The mystery of secret gifts excites,
Though childhood dreams must slumber yet awhile.
Outside, a serenade of Christian souls
Regales our hearts with warm uplifting voice;
‘Oh little town of Bethlehem’ extols
The Saviour who gives reason to rejoice.
And those I’ve loved commemorate once more
The wonder of those Christmases of yore.
15/10/18
This time of year I'm fondly
reminded of Richard the
old guys playing chess on
lakeshore drive watching the
cities shoreline freeze over
popcorn stands chestnuts
warms the hands on state
street the Irish river at a
stand still as the
center prepares for the
giant douglas fir tree hawks
perch on ledges as the lions
roars on the steps at the
du sable museum cornerstone
outreach paints the faces of
children parents help out in
the soup kitchens homeless
are actually singing Christmas
Carols as Richard wearing
a plaid scarf approaches
Merry Christmas
Chicago and to all a good night
I sat on the grey wooden bench, that sunny morning; studying for a test.
A grey squirrel leapt up next to me, as if to say…”hello”.
He eyed my biscuit and I pinched off a piece; laying it next to him.
He stuffed it into puffy cheeks and with a twitch of his nose, stepped closer; bushy tail perked up, behind him.
I passed him another pinch or two and after his dining experience, scrambled away.
I enjoyed my last bite, watching him ascend a fir tree.
With two weeks left in the spring semester; I returned to the park every morning and crammed for exams.
Each time, he appeared on my bench and we shared breakfast;
He stayed longer, each time.
When the semester ended, I knew my furry friend would miss me, as much as, I would miss him.
As fall leaves played with the light and color,
I made my way to campus, and my favorite garden bench with my biscuit and coffee.
I crossed the street and noticed, Mr. Squirrel;
There he sat on the garden bench, waiting for me.
I wasn’t sure that I’d see him, but this time,
I bought an extra biscuit and we both ate, heartily.
Flittering furts of fallacious folly,
fables of new forcefully fabricated,
five foundlings now faeries found
fabric faddishly forced surround
faceted gems for eyes they be
falling over the great fir tree
fain to feats of fantasy, factually
farrowed for all to see
fairish fair heads nodding fervently
fecked craning forward in familiarity
following constantly you and you
festively focused on fetes of few
fickler than fowl, fickler than dew
wonder of wonders, how’d they find you
felicity follows each fine feat
now’s the time to take your seat
such a surprise, oh so sweet, savor
alike this fine ole treat!
Shades of leaves wavering from mauve to ember
colour my lavender spirits in days of November.
When lustrous autumn blankets silently reap,
my glorious desires in ecstasy drench me deep.
A corridor of withering dandelions in dreams
simmers soothing secrets in glistening beams.
Every year I wait for soothing serenade of fall
it wraps my soul in slumber of a Cashmere shawl.
Silver fog shivers to glide with sunlit breeze,
memories melt my heart as snow begins to freeze.
On twirling trumpets of aural leaves I dance,
maple trees orchestrate a proliferous glance.
The hums of wet layered crystals appease dew,
I breathe iridescent aroma of reviving damp hue.
In quietude embossed broken twigs in scarlet rays,
I weave a pattern of opera peeping through haze.
There's an old tree house draped at divine dusk,
I spend my hours inhaling in wind dispersed musk.
My sandcastles of love fly in azure palate of sky,
with echoing wind my embellished petals rise high.
The rivulets under the wooden bridge caress pebbles
longing to strum starry nights as shriveling rebels.
Sequins of crimson in haloed wisps of Autumn tide,
the fir tree shimmers in veils as a stunning bride.
Ah! On starry nights when crystals kiss furling space,
my love blooms in blushing incarnations with grace.
Autumn tiptoes nervously for the forest to be reborn,
a gossamer shield of awakened serenity my cells adorn.
August 17, 2020
Serenity Awakened Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Word Count: 232