Long Holidays Poems
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As Christmas beckons with season of cheer
I recall how we met, a hallway outside
Year Nineteen-Eighty in a film's premiere;
Offering your neck- scarf, we gently smiled.
Flurries drifted while in haste I agreed,
Invite for tea as we watched the moon fade
'Till season’s next, nuptial joy pealed
At 25, a mistletoe crocheted.
Tonight, the lights reflect your willow eyes
Bestowing grace from Magi stars above
Flashback of theme songs yearns for unity;
Enduring a year of departed love.
The holidays cloak time; you hum my name
From spring's past budding to December’s snow,
Alone, I toast reveries etched on life’s acclaim
Kisses missed from my long- gone mistletoe.
Kelly Deschler's Christmas Past, Present or Future
~based on my aunt's experience
1/03/2015
A sense of holidays!
Blueberry pie hot out of the oven with buttery toppings
popcorn popping in the pot with oil on the stove
Lemon and lime are the sour balls used for drinks or garnish
Take that hot pan out of the oven with your glove.
Coffee is served with a biscotti, black coffee, strong, steamy
Fresh coffee beans ground and gurgling through the percolator
Unsweetened coffee, hot, burns your lips, bitter to the tongue
Cold ice in the freezer and the glass shelf in the refrigerator.
Uncle Joe’s gas problem and Aunt Emma’s feet
As Grandfather breathes and snores through his nose.
The last crumbs of cinnamon, the last glob of whipped cream
Take Grandma’s hand when you walk out, she hates to impose.
Merry Christmas and Happy holidays to all my soup friends
It’s been a challenging year and hope the pandemic soon ends
Hope you are all healthy and happy and not feeling too blue
We all enjoy the flavors of soup until someone stirs up the stew
Jan still entertains with her masterpieces and poems about poo
Mark’s words continue to protect us with his wise poems so true
Constance writes many beauties with creative heartfelt lines
Victor never disappoints with his romantic poems so divine
Andrea and Gina, enjoy a good challenge, their poems are on point
Alexis’s, Anne-Lise's and Maureen’s poems never disappoint
Ed, Paul, Tom, Charles and Richard add nice flavors and spice
It's a pleasure to read their soup poems, fancy words to entice
Jenna is a talented newbie; her words warm up the soup
I am so grateful for the support of many in this group
I hope for a happy and healthy new year for you all
Let's keep writing, being supportive while having a ball!
My poem would be pages to name every one I enjoy on the site
You are not forgotten and your poems are gems of pure delight
There are many more names not listed that I appreciate and adore
Keep writing your poems, adding to the soup and season it more
I was a black man's son
Raised in the city of a half a million
Me and mom only went to church on funerals and holidays
When I get in my late teen
My future wife admonished me
She said if you're interested in me you have to go to church
Holy holy holy God's got The Glory Glory holla Hallelujah God is speaking to you
I went to the altar I ran from my pew
I said Hallelujah Lord I'm going to serve you
For this is the least that I could do
I wasn't friend of the frenemy
Satan knew all my legacies
He did my toe and I dove in whole
Now I need a bath in the Red Sea
Holy holy holy God's got The Glory Glory this is my testimony speaking it unto you
I repented turn myself around and now I'm praising him yes I am
For this is the least that I should do
Glorified I have a father
Glory Abba Father
Hallelujah Brothers
I raise my hands I left them high
Glory Father
Holy God
Hallelujah
Sing...
Yeah! I was once was a friend of t he enemy
He brought down some of my family tree
Not free the generational curse spirits off of thee
Be free, FREE-FREE
Glorified I have a Father
Glory Abba dad
Hallelujah Brothers I raised my hands
I lift them high Glory Father Holy God Hallelujah
HOLY Holy Holy God
Got the glory glory this is my testimony
Speaking it until you allowed
I repented I turn myself around
And now I'm praising you
You've allowed for this is the least that I should do
But this is the least that I should do
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Spring is the season of jolly flowers,
honey bees, apple trees, April showers,
dancing and singing, running on the lawn,
bright and beautiful, happy as the fawn!
Summer is the season of red hot Sun,
schools are shut and holidays have begun,
sprinklers on meadows, swings on shady trees,
feeding the ducks and walking with the geese!
Autumn is the season of colour show,
leaves falling crimson, golden or yellow,
squirrels, rabbits feed on mellow ripe fruits,
all the trees stand bare down to their roots!
Winter is the season of cold and snow,
jumpers and mittens, and warm firewoods glow,
schools are shut again for more holidays!
Christmas will soon be here! hooray! hooray!!
Four seasons in a year come in a row,
and with each new season older we grow,
loud thunder and dark clouds bring in the rain,
to fill our rivers, to water the grains!
1st Placement
Written 17/04/2021
10 syllables each line
All yours (April 18) poetry contest
Brian Strand
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope
Heralding Messiah’s eternal gift
Imparting peace around compassion* scope.
Offering peace wrapped with forgiveness rope
To secure love and care upon faith’s lift
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope.
Glad tidings deafen crises though hearts grope
Holidays meant to bridge enmity-rift
Imparting peace around compassion scope.
Reaching gracious reconciliation slope
Partnerships transcend differences’ shift
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope
Yuletide offers kindness; yea, not nope
Good cheers linger as past conflicts flee swift
Imparting peace around compassion scope
Since God upholds each season’s divine cope
We can pray and seek for constant uplift
Christmas prevails amidst spirit of hope
Imparting peace around compassion scope.
Psalm 145:8 The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
December 25, 2020
1st place, "Deck The Halls" Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/31/2020.
marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays. some, coerced.
delightful, at first being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed. the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.
7/1/2023
Beauty is said to be skin deep, but
everytime fall comes around, I see
a picture that defies any limitation and
unless one is blind, unfeeling, and unimaginative,
there's just no words to describe such breathtaking colors.
I like all the seasons, but I think the fall is my preference
for reasons extending as far back as my childhood when,
under the leaf-stripped trees could be found a treasury of pecans
left by the mighty winds of a fall storm just in time for the holidays.
Funny sometimes how a storm which harmed others brought goodies to us.
All things are usually relative, but fall's beauty is more than skin deep.
Life is like a fall season defined by alterations, bridges, and rotations.
Living in a fall season also relates to a life, after being chased by the sun, finds a cool reprieve
09062018PoSoupContest, Fall Season, John Hamilton
Fourth of July whistles and blasts
erratic pops sounding like shots
bring back images from my past
things I thought I had long forgot
“Mind over matter- I'm okay”
I tell myself amid the din
but pretense quickly falls away
as panic rises from within
Shattering silence in the air
this booming breaks my fragile peace
like psychological warfare
it wears me down and will not cease
This hellish siege goes on all night
and will go on for days and days...
primal mind caught in fight or flight
(Oblivious, to them- it's play!)
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For some of us, holidays with fireworks (Independence Day, New Years) are no picnic. While you enjoy the 4th, please think of others (especially veterans and others with PTSD...). When people set off fireworks in restricted neighborhoods, there is virtually no refuge for us!
Devotion Poem Time
(in the Series for Jim)
We have been blessed
To make a thick book
Of calendar pages —
A long past to now —
With our passports
Stamped across the continent
Of Unexpected;
Kept bravely on joint
Climbs over the peaks
Of the long mountainous
Range of Difficulties;
And been deeply affected
By the wondrous observations
We’ve shared on our voyages
Over the Smiling Sea.
During this life together,
We have encountered the Furies;
Filibustered the Fates;
Entertained Muses;
Tried to help some with greater needs;
Shared trials, love and feasts
With family, as well as
Holidays alone with each other; and
Across all the years held in
Our hearts our cats and pups.
We have followed the rule
Of forgiving seventy-times-seven;
Believed Love is God-given;
Had occasions to carry each other
Across heavy traffic on the highways
Of hard Otherwheres — massive Unknowns;
And we were often pelted with questions
Pouring on us like a sudden rain
That only faith could answer.
But I doubt either of us
Has ever wondered
If our love would last.
For silence can still hold
A conversation between our thoughts;
Anticipation still lies
in our meeting after being apart;
And our hearts touch
Through any distance
In a testimony to the promise
Exchanged in our first
Sight of each other.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2//17/22
Thanks be to God…….