Long Jingle Poems
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He can normally smell a rat or two especially as
They rattle their cage when leaving the ship
Tastes defeat when they have won another day
Cuddles their clever escape of untouchable glory
The scent at the food bank tickles his hungry senses
Christmas choirs herald another day on the street
Before he digs in the trash for flavours of injustice
Compressed in a doorway he nudges his squeeze
Poverty exudes a strange fragrance of survival
Soundbites of austerity jingle in a jar bell of loss
He savours a few mouthfuls of leftover curry
Pinches his skin to decide whether he is still alive
His nostrils fill with indelible whiffs of rotten flesh
Voices in his head compete for a walk on part
From the take away menu distastefully priced
Then he doffs his cap and lets go of the rope …
13th December 2019
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!
Elves of the hinterland engrossed with plenty work in hand
Of decorating the snowy world into a Winter fairy land
For season of celebration, Merry Christmas is here
Carols,Cakes and Cookies goes on till New Year
Covering miles of distance on Reindeer driven Sled
Santa Claus with his silvery beard in suit velvety red
The ringing of the sleigh bells heard when children go to bed
To each of them through chimneys drops he silently gifts and toys
Next morning as they unwrap them, with happiness they rejoice
Frosty the Snowman smilingly stands with button nose and corncob pipe
Kids are on their searching spree for his silk hat with golden stripe
Trimming X-mas tree with family , hanging shiny stars ,myriad lamps
Jingle bells enjoyment with friends , bonfires and friendly camps
Ho Ho Ho Christmas season is here, let peace and blessings on us shower
Festive spirit spray the aroma of frankincense and scented flower !
24th December 2016
~For Eve Roper's Ho ho ho Contest~
Merry Christmas and a very happy New year all my dear Soup Friends!!!
I liked:
the thought of climbing up from the very bottom
the clean-comfortable sheets
the simplicity of a cheese sandwich
mopping the floors to the jingle of keys
I didn't like:
that I was deprived of the very thing that got me in trouble
the monochrome jumpsuits
the animal eyes of some of the brutes
the flash beatings of my jail bird brothers
at the hands of the Blue Man Group.
Repeat The Sounding Joy, Little Drummer Boy.
Up on the housetop 4 calling birds sing,
Why does she wear 5 golden rings?
Jack Frost will nip at the famous nose that's red,
then sticky canes and gingerbread.
In fairyland snow underneath mistletoe,
she wishes for chilly kisses, but will he show?
Three french hens greet Emanuel, whispering to him, "Joyeux Noel."
Silverbell dreams of little girls and boys,
figgy pudding, Kris Kringle toys.
My true love sent to me a jingle bell melody
of chestnuts roasting and eggnog toasting
under a Christmas tree.
Repeat The Sounding Joy Little Drummer Boy,
and play your drum for him, a joyous hymn.
Celestial beings will sing, Welcome to the New Born King,
the world's great glorious blessing.
RA POP PA PA PA POM
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He
says
" No! "
But I say
" Let's go! "
It's my favorite
time of year again!
Let's put on our boots
fleeced lined jackets, gloves,
and head to the mountains for our
annual search for the "perfect" tree!
Every year, this one event, a family tradition...
has almost landed us in divorce court! Why, we were
almost featured in the local newspaper with a headline:
"Local Father, Wielding Hatchet, Ends A Family’s Tradition”
It's not that my husband doesn't enjoy the spirit of the season...
Perhaps it's just the memory of the times we got stuck in the
mud, while he's trudged back two miles to find the nearest phone.
Maybe he remembers another time when it slipped out of it's ropes
wiggled from the top of our car, (no place to pull over)… in a storm,….
(he had to squint through branches fanned on the windshield to see the
road..all the while, muttering language not quite jolly, no holiday spirit!)
While backseat drivers, sung "Jingle Bells", while enjoying hot chocolate…
and raving over the beauty of the season!
This year....he declares that we are getting an artificial tree!!
Ain't
Gonna
Happen!
For Paula's Contest: Traditions
Note: (Actually, if truth be known, he is a very good sport, and we usually go into Lassen National Forest, and get a permit to cut our own tree. A wonderful outing, and a fun day!)
When their very young dad went to jail,
they surely lived in a realistic Hell...
I would hear the youngest one cry over an article she read.
Who had taken her daddy away was too cruel;
nothing they said would make her understand,
why didn't the harsh judge break some rule?
The judge's sentence was based on actual fact,
no pleads from the children softened her hard heart as she read the sentence,
" He committed this crime to feed his family so ashamed of his act,
and even dragged his younger brother along to help him steal by cutting fences. "
Then she made an eye-opening statement, " I must abide by the Law,
I am a judge of justice and fairness...not much I can do in this case;
let him behave and his sentence will be reduced in ten years. "
Everyone in the courtroom started to sob...tears began to flow.
I visited them often, and they seemed different people who couldn't admit
what he did was wrong, assuming he was innocent;
their smiles became cheerless, their words loveless:
a part of them was taken away, lost to hopelessness...
the younger daughter locked herself into her room,
refused to talk to anyone and building that wall deepened her gloom.
Even this year they will not celebrate Christmas with the old thrill,
shopping for presents in crowded malls has lost that excited will,
not even the merriest Santa can make them smile with a jingle bell;
and he must think that they are strange kids who don't love the Holidays,
perhaps reading them the Nativity Story will change their moody ways...
and to bring this family together will take patience and lots of prayers.
How would I ask Jesus, the new-born, who would love to see these kids at midnight?
They must show love to make this miracle happen on Christmas Eve; it has to start
with a heartfelt wish and deep faith, then the Heavens will suddenly open up...
as angels will descend to sing the hymn they sang before they desperately wept.
Sometimes God will send people in your way
to either perk you up
wake you up from your stupor
or just pull you in the mood
My supervisor was just walking by
and all he said was "jingle bell, jingle bell"
and I felt myself lift up and finally in the Christmas mood
Did someone ever perk you up
do something for you that you feel like
you have been touched by God himself?
That is what it feels like
All he did was singing
- the innocent act of kindness
Bet he doesn't even know
Yet God used it to reach deep down in someone's inside
and made a permanent mark
Yes God will do that
So just live
Carry on
And be innocent as you can be
And be unreserved as you can let
Don't hold back
Let it all out
Be a cheerleader of the world
Be the ambassador
Be the magic keeper
Life is all - for you and for me
Let your spirit shine
Will you?
HALLOWEEN PARTY
Charcoal turquoise Halloween night
Deep dark as Moon absolute absent
Half-Full or Crescent, each is descent.
Nocturnal owl and Vampire to fight.
Me, not at all scared but brave to boast
arranging party in dark haunted log house.
Emerald-eyed black cat chased macro mouse
on Halloween night at stormy sea coast.
Being hostess, I offered bread toast
Wicked witch danced in guise of fairy.
Suddenly showed her face weird scary.
Groaning ghost tasted beer, chicken roast
Kids of Ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Octopus spread tentacles twisted slight
Black widow holding octopus tight.
Valorous vampire, howling wolf jumped in.
Hawks came in flocks ringing jingle bells
Unicorn washed horn in blood with soap
Tug of war played with python as rope.
Me in haunted house trembling: Heart fails.
10/26/18
'Halloween Fright' Contest by Carolyn Devonshire
What Is Christmas by Robert Allison Dec. 1986
Christmas is the time
When the jingle bells rhyme.
Boys say Christmas is fun
When they get a new toy gun. **
Girls say Christmas is a ball,
When they get a brand new doll. **
Boys and girls say "Yay"
To a fun ride in a sleigh.
Most teens would love a new computer,
And most women would love figurines made of pewter.
Now don't forget the dad's
Cause they love the latest fads.
Well all this makes a Christmas nice,
But when going to a party - don't slip on the ice!
Author's Note : This poem was the very first one that
I created during my senior year at high school, before
Christmas break. It was a private (Christian) school and our
English teacher asked us to write a couple paragraphs (or a poem)
about what Christmas meant to us. I didn't know whether to
write about the worldly side or the religious side of Christmas,
and I had never wrote a poem before. By the time class
was over with, I had created the short poem above.
** In the original version - I had substituted "new toy gun"
with "Rambo gun", and also substituted "brand new doll"
with "Barbie doll". These two brand names were the
current "craze" but I later substituted the words - due to
all the lawsuits over copyright infringement at that time.
Anyways, enough rambling from me. Hope you enjoyed !
I wandered lonely with heartfelt sob
to see crowds roam through sales in malls
When all at once I spied a mob
A host,of glinting , jingling tills
Beside the cafe and near the stairs
Coughing up and vomiting bills
As raucous as their racket grinds
They jingle in the grasping store
Stretching in never ending lines
Along the margin of the floor
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Pinging up prices in their merry dance.
The folk beside them paid-but they
Grabbed the glittering cash with glee
A shopper could not but sad be
In such cash conscious company
I gazed-and gazed- but little thought
What goods this visit for them had bought
For oft when at home I do brood
In pessimistic and reflective mood
There rings up in my inner heart
The sordid search for commercial bills
And then my heart with dread doth start
As my mind recalls those dreaded tills
When of beauty there is a dearth
What can we say are words worth?