Long Hallmark Poems
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Mistletoe
Who’s she expecting ‘neath the mistletoe?
The guys here all are taken. She looks so forsaken
And she’s such a pretty gal.
Who’s she expecting ‘neath the mistletoe?
Seems the party’s running down, still no guy’s come around,
To steal kiss from a pretty gal.
She was my pal, so very nice.
I’ll admit I’ve kissed her twice or thrice,
But I hadn’t seen her in a while.
Seeing her was like an allegory,
Or another Hallmark Christmas story.
Every time I looked, she flashed me a smile.
Who’s she expecting ‘neath the mistletoe?
The poor gal looked dejected, so lonesome and rejected.
For pity’s sake, someone kiss the gal!
So I joined her beneath the mistletoe.
“Took you long enough”, she said, as she pulled down my head,
And I stole a kiss from a pretty gal.
I have to say that kiss was nice,
So again I kissed her twice or thrice.
And have been kissing her ever since.
So like a Hallmark Christmas story,
I went down in a blaze of glory -
This ex-bachelor wasn’t too hard to convince.
A Hallmark Christmas and full moon beam
I could watch all year, would be my dream
The Love, the happiness & hot cocoa
the spirit of Christmas and soft white snow
the cookies and treats, decorations galore
the festivities and markets and so much more
Oh, how I love - good wishes coming true
I live through movies, that’s what I do.
For here in Australia, we have the heat
dreams are hard yakka, most days we’re beat
I don’t mind the beach and barbie or two
cook a few snags & salads will do
But family is distant, and money is tight
the spirit of Christmas isn’t so bright
and being alone makes me lose my spark
so, I live and love my Christmas Hallmark.
The old house looks forlorn,
No one lives there today;
Broken down and so torn,
All souls have gone away.
Through sun and rain in vain,
Derelict through the years;
Can you hear sad refrains,
Echoes of rain borne tears?
It seems like yesterday,
Bubbly people lived there;
Yes all have gone away,
Yet we do not know where.
The once proud house now stands,
A shadow in decline;
Watch empty times attend,
Clear damage that defines.
Once a certain landmark,
Today mere history;
A crumbling old hallmark,
Forgotten memory.
Today soon fades from play,
A certain poise decrees;
Lost in that yesterday,
That everyone can see.
Leon Enriquez
18 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
who left trail of heartbroken sage woman
commander in chief deliberately stoked,
née sparked long
simmering smoldering, and stewing
long festering white supremacist altercation
fiendishly igniting racial conflagration
exploding during late spring 2020.
No matter no child left behind kibitzing
(yours truly as boy plucked petals
off daisy reciting "she loves me,"
"she loves me not"...
cupid loosed an arrow
into boyhood neighborhood sweetheart
she innocently bespoke
"I wanna marry you,"
when uttered courtesy Sherry Jones,
a little girl who lived
approximately three doors down
along cul-de-sac within Apple Valley
perpendicular to Lantern Lane,
or more age apropos,
when young gallivanting
purported vestal virgin ladies
nonverbally signalled
libidinal proclamations of emancipation,
as demurely expressed
lest unlucky (chaste into)
precocious phallic proclivity
suffered the punishment
of being buried alive.
Now back to present day,
when our old geezer,
the prototype garden variety
male of present poem -
any resemblance between general referenced
fella and living persons purely coincidental.
He (yours truly) easily qualified as
overly cocky whippersnapper,
i.e. young buck and/or Casanova wannabe
experienced bit torrent
hormonal secretions gushed
particularly in close proximity
wherein wafted pheromones -
think a waif faring ingénue.
As evident and quite obvious,
I fabricate (prevaricating
my signature trademark)
rather than stating bland reality stark,
yet will plainly explain issue
in summary essential rhyme
without reason constitutes
nothing more spectacular than
garden variety generic pockmark
excised pustule ofttimes hallmark
of teenage/ pubescent pimply benchmark.
Cruel and unusual punishments were not protected by Roman Law
Acts of treason could lead to crucifixion even for Roman citizens
Life Eternity is neither a possibility nor a probability, but a promise
Victory does not mean every battle won; but always wins the war
Alternatives as remedies for the 'sin question' were non existent
Resurrection is the hallmark of the faith; the guarantee of believers
Yesterday, Christ was crucified; today, he lives; tomorrow, he comes
Sin's remedy is not a self improvement project for the 'religiously inclined'
Christianity has never been about a religion; but it is about a relationship
Religion is about mankind's endless such for a god who is never there
Obedience was a struggle in Gethsemane that ended with submission
Salvation was always God's Unique Plan of Redemption; never ours
Servant hood, Submission, and Serenity: words nailed to Jesus' cross
04062017cj
Christmas
Halloween
4th of July
Three big holidays
Full of vivid memories
All big holidays come with
Enormously incredulous hype
Each remembered fondly
Years later as much better than they were
Insecure moms determined to make this year’s
Holiday meal, decor, costumes and presents
The best one ever, lugging in junk to
Make it the best one yet, wearing themselves
out, to win the best ever yet contest
Sad in the end when they realize once again
Things went terribly wrong, because someone
Tried way too hard, and we are not living in
Hallmark movies.
Real people in crabby moods, smothered by anxiety,
overwhelmed yearly by perpetual disappointment and rage.
An anniversary is a hallmark for a wedded pair whose
Nuptial recognition is worthy of being in headline news
Navigating a marriage through fair and foul weather
Is what a successful couple will experience together
Vows spoken were not broken by husband and wife
Each loyal to the other, friends and partners for life
Remembering precious moments before turning gray
Somewhat sad though, how the years have flown away
Anniversary congratulations for being simply amazing!
Recognition for a good marriage is worthy of praising
Years spent together holding hands while stargazing
Blessed in matrimony, may their good fortune grow
Lord, let their love multiply with every seed they sow
Each year may their bond be stronger than before
Strengthened by true love, may it last forevermore
Sometimes it might've felt like a roller coaster ride
I'm sure they handled troubles, taking them in stride
Nourished by love, they are united when day is done
Greeting each other with a kiss with the rising sun
Sharing smiles and laughter, these two joined as one
September 13, 2022
Anniversary Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
"Preacher, why are you building this,
When prosperity is peaking?
Your zeal for God has gone amiss,
And your wooden mind is leaking.
Are not His blessings just crutches,
Massaging the minds of the weak,
Those promises the mind clutches,
Wispy phantoms that cannot speak?
Our skill replaces serving God,
Devouring the weak is our prey,
Riches gained by elitist fraud,
Feed our cravings every day."
"You are very far out of plumb!
Watering down God's Word is dumb!
His lines cast off and voice drowned out,
And now His patience has drained out.
Overflowing with corruption,
Spiritual drought now begins.
He dams up His invitation,
Leaving behind the might-have-been's.
A hundred twenty years to plead,
Short-term gain for eternal loss?!
Another boat will not succeed,
Waves of terror it cannot cross!"
"Noah, time to enter My Ark.
I will close the door behind you,
Keeping promises, My Hallmark!
Safe passage to a life brand-new."
cookie cutter movies,
parading through holiday,
with a ho ho ho
and mistletoe,
angelic beings appear
mysteriously, giggling.
there’s magic globes
of Winter cheer, shaking
up the villagers, ski-slope
cascades of brunette and blonde hair,
billowing. and handsome men
falling for each one. North Pole
decor to the extreme - where else
would most of us peruse this feast?
so we compare to our own existence,
hollowed out with suffering persistence,
yet in a different way the hugs are huge
and ours — they belong to **our** hearts.
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11/23/2019
Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
childbearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed,
lionized, revered re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."