Long Gingerbread Poems
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Oh, blessed Spring I have been waiting for you it seems forever,
Let me throw off this winter coat and put on my raincoat and galoshes;
I love your blue skies and even rain showers that clean the earth,
Delightful spring flowers are sprouting, the violets and tulips are lovely;
Everything is awakening, baby birds are chirping and baby squirrels scampering.
Oh, beautiful Summer, I have planted seeds in my rainbow garden,
I have my sandals, sundresses in pretty colors and picnic basket ready;
On forest hikes I will go, to the breezy beach and leisurely walks in the park,
When days are sun-drenched hot, I will find a shade tree to rest and ponder;
I love even your thunderstorms and showers that make the earth flourish and grow.
Oh, Autumn I adore your changing foliage, the falling leaves and coolness,
A crackling fireplace on a breezy fall evening, dreams of pumpkin pie;
Halloween and all the kids, Thanksgiving turkey with stuffing and apple cider,
After, we will rake the multi-colored leaves, crisp and tattered, the smell divine;
Everything is turning, changing, soon animals and me will be hibernating in warmth.
Oh, Winter my beloved, I love you the most of all, we are linked in spirit,
I was born in a winter snowstorm, it was bitter cold, the day pure white with snow;
Your brisk cold breath is so frosty, your delicate lacy snowflakes are a delight,
Christmas trees and Christmas Day, snowmen and gingerbread men so cheerful;
Yes, I know you have a temper and can get quite gusty and nippy, and ice-kissed.
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April 4, 2016
Poetry/Verse/I Love All The Seasons
Copyright Protected, ID 16-774-662-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written April 2016
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Seasons
Sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Sixth Place
They were spotted at the downtown Christmas celebration…
smiling…laughing…singing…filled with joy and jubilation…
Their attention darted from one thing to another
as the empty street they excitedly crisscrossed.
They held hands with one another…so neither would get lost.
The street was awash in Holiday colors.
Store windows decorated in blues, whites, reds and greens
snowmen, Christmas trees, Teddy bears even a life-size Nativity Scene.
They were mesmerized by the luminaries…and the giant lollipops.
They even said hello to the elves volunteering in Santa’s workshop.
As they watched the sun set over the mountains
adding to this night all the colors nature can bring….
they paused to watch and listen to a choir of children sing.
As they listened to the sweet voices of the children sing their song
It wasn’t long before they joined the crowd and began to sing along.
They stopped in the ice cream shop…
they visited the candy store…
excited on this evening at all the wonders to explore.
The evening ended as magical as it began
She took a photo with Mr. And Mrs. Claus
and he…with the gingerbread man.
In case you were wondering…as people often do
She is 73 years old and he is 72.
As we age and mature in life…
It is inevitable we pass through different stages…
but Christmas has…and always will be
for children of all ages.
11/28/21
I won't but I know some dummy will
Ya'll think it's funny still
Out in the country hills
F*** all these monthly thrills
People think money kills
But its humans that do, leading to bloody bills
It was difficult to be predicted
Often conflicted
Folks heavily addicted
Areas still restricted
Too many wrongfully convicted
Others getting off scot free
I am not Godly
Rocky
Or a zombie
Do you copy?
I can't waste time or be sloppy
Close and far from fields of poppy
There is secrets out there, some of which on a floppy
The masses flocking
All these people gossiping
And mocking
It's gone beyond shocking
As opportunity continues knocking
Near and far from any Christmas stocking
Endless talk in town
Snowflakes fallin' down
All around
They argue due to having no common ground
Careful on who you call a clown
Badly paid
My all I gladly gave
An influx of candy canes
Others calling one another nasty names
Damn these games
A lady and man betrayed
How can we change?
If there always on a witch hunt and crusade
Why is that the way?
Do something about it or just sit in bed
Winter's ahead
The sky a crimson red
On the counter a house made of gingerbread
Nothing special or precious stones on the riverbed
Going to see it through until the bitter end
Regardless of all the unfortunates
On the road an unexpected fork in it
Still got to reach the coordinates
And help hang some ornaments
This year has had its challenges in so many ways
long nights and crazy days. Christmas
is very, very, special and it's not the latest craze
the fireplace puts me in a calm daze
I will love it always
I'm just going to be thankful and grateful just like momma says
and wish you all Happy
Holidays.
I will eat, decorate, sing, and give
Come on everybody its Christmas let's live
I love to sing my favorite Xmas songs
who cares if I get all the words wrong
I love mistletoe, gingerbread extravaganza's, and Xmas plays
I wish you all Happy Holidays.
It's Christmas lets celebrate and be amazed,
I wish you all Happy Holidays!!!!
My Grandma was a little different., Dad used to say it was in her chromosomes,
For example at Christmas we didn’t make gingerbread houses, she called them Gingerbread homes.
“We’ll make a nice home for when a gingerbread man and a gingerbread woman wed.
“After all”, she’d say, “even gingerbread families need a nice roof over their heads.”
Grandma would say, ‘It’s my hope that long after I’m gone…long after I am dead
You’ll remember the lessons you learned as we made homes out of gingerbread”.
And today as my wife and I make gingerbread homes with our grandchildren…as we watch them sprinkle on the snow I remember the lessons Grandma taught us…in her kitchen all those years ago.
She said, “have fun when you’re in the kitchen…don’t worry about making a mess.”
When we asked her to do something she’d say, “it’s easy to say no to your children…sometimes try saying yes.”
On days when our homes fell down and we didn’t think ourselves very good cooks Grandma would say, “a house made with love is never as bad as it looks!”.
It didn’t matter how our homes turned out Grandma was always thrilled…and if she saw we were dejected or crying…she’d help us to rebuild.
“This is another beauty of life and gingerbread homes,” she’d say, “for no matter how many times it takes…every time we rebuild or make a new home…we‘re learning from our mistakes”.
“Every time we make a gingerbread home .” She’d say, “as we make more and more and more…each new home turns out a little better than the home we made before”.
This year our grandchildren outdid themselves…the kitchen was a total mess
and when they asked if they can add more snow to their homes…remembering Grandma we enthusiastically told them YES!.
For its our hope they will remember this moment…these lessons long after their Grandma and I are dead…lesson they will pass on to their grandchildren as they make their homes out of gingerbread.
Getting Cheeky (Beauty and the Beast)
A monster, a beast, all hairy; what a Brute.
Another side, over time, kind of Cute.
She kisses beast on the cheek;
And it’s only been a week.
Intent to harm, has become a pursuit.
A Sleeping Beauty Does Lie (Sleeping Beauty)
A hole, that’s dug, will prepare a great fall.
An apple core, not yet found, before sprawl.
A sleeping beauty does lie.
The worm, in fruit, from HIS thigh.
The jealous witch saw the future and all.
The Tasty Crumb (The Gingerbread Man)
The tasty crumb of a man on the street.
Scant left of him but for sure what a treat.
A mangy dog got to eat
A hot and leisurely cheat.
The bum, from oven, not good, nor’n athlete.
Harem Theorem (Aladdin)
Says I, “This magic in lamp, will be Al’s.
I’ll control Genie and wish for them gals.”
Conjured and asked of his whim.
One wish was granted to him.
All forty beauts, but they wish to be pals.
The Squealing Trio (The Three Little Pigs)
The squealing trio pursued by a howl.
The porkers’ noise drew a crowd and a growl.
The wolf was very greedy.
The village folk were seedy.
The thrum of roast and bacon; not one scowl.
‘Twas the season to be merry, and playing around,
shirker Fred was in Vegas; from work he had played hooky.
Asleep in his hotel room, he strangely dreamed about
a man that looked like a galloping gingerbread cookie.
Fred was startled awake by a knock at his door.
Yelling at him for money he owed was his bookie.
Having no cash, Fred ran from his room. Then he saw
in the hall was the galloping gingerbread cookie!
The gingerbread man – gigantic- said, “Hop on my back.
Your best Christmas gift awaits, and her name is Sookie.”
Away Fred fled to the girl of his dream’s sugar shack
on the back of the galloping gingerbread cookie.
The gingerbread man dropped him off with a wink and said,
“She’s under the mistletoe, and she’s wanting some nookie!’
Christmas cheer filled Fred’s heart till he woke for REAL this time.
No girl had there been, nor galloping gingerbread cookie.
Dec. 16, 2018 for the Christmas Cheer Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
"Christmas is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp" from the song "Welcome Christmas" from "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas"
What is (or was) Christmas all about?
For one thing, for two weeks...school is out!
First, the countdown was to the last day of school,
next, the number of days to the actual Yule.
In the family car to see Christmas lights,
candy cane lamp posts among the sites,
then across town to see Grandpa and Grandma Hicks.
Grandma crafted many holiday knack-knicks.
But it wouldn't be Christmas without...
Candy canes, popcorn balls, everything dandy,
Grandma's toffee, SoCal's chocolate See's candy,
Cookies in the oven, I can count up to ten.
Pretty soon out will jump gingerbread men.
and how exciting it would be
when Dad brought home the Christmas tree!
which we would soon industriously adorn
with a string of cranberries and puffed popcorn.
At night when the house was cozy and dark,
we'd play Christmas songs, cut the lights for a lark,
and shadows created by the blinking lights
on the walls, would make kaleidoscopic delights.
We'd turn on the tube when prime time was near,
and watch the boy dentist and Rudolf the Reindeer,
and then Snoopy and good 'ol Charlie Brown,
and Mr. Magoo playing Scrooge with a frown.
My Grandma and Grandpa would come, Christmas Eve.
We got to stay up late, but we'd sleep 'fore they'd leave.
On Christmas morning, my parents would never wake.
We'd wait to open presents; how long would it take?
When they did, we would jump and shout -
we'd have all kinds of new games and toys,
baseballs, basketballs, footballs for four boys -
and possibly records, old seventy-eights
with cartoon pictures on their vinyl plates.
One day it would be over, and I'd be in school.
Was there a Santa? Was I played for a fool?
Was there a Christmas? Was it really real?
Yes - proved by Aunt's fruit cake in the frig, hard as steel!
"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas." quote by Laura Ingalls Wilder
In the living room at Granny’s house,
amid cinnamon, hot cocoa, and twinkly lights~
pecans and raisins in her fruitcake, brandy doused.
Fireplace embers glow with light and warmth,
its fire crackling with laughter and love.
‘Tis a time for family, friends, and tidings of good cheer
quietly reflecting upon three wise men and north star above.
Granddad sips slowly from his favorite mug
mulled cider secretly spiked with darkened rum.
We children snuggle next to him beneath Mother’s poinsettia quilt
while eating gingerbread cookies leaving not a crumb.
A band of merry carolers make their way down cobblestone path,
their mittened hands gently tap on the front door.
We fling open the door and join them, joyously singing
Oh Come Let Us Adore…
As Christmas comes and goes,
cherished memories linger, though the years quickly flow.
Yesterday begets today, begets tomorrow it seems,
Christmas memories age like a fine Bordeaux.
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
All deck out from his head to his toes
In his best golden brown delight
With a spicy scent cologne
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
With his sweet, smooth moves
Ready to shake and bake the night away
Rolling to and fro
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Eve Roper 12/5/2015