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True Christmas Miracle True Story Full version written by Wendy Horder. 2020
Huddled in muddy trenches, the soldiers heard an eerie sound.
Troops were English, French & Belgians, and as they looked around,
The sound was coming from the German enemy lines just 50 yards away.
It was singing, and the German soldiers were approaching on that day.
It was the twenty fourth of December nineteen fourteen.
Between France and Belgium, The Western Front, was the scene.
As Germans left their trenches a cry of “Merry Christmas” could be heard.
Our solders could only watch without saying, even one word.
The German solders looked so jovial, it didn’t seem to be a trick,
Our soldiers hesitated, slowly coming out, their actions were not quick.
Soon they were striding up to the oncoming soldiers, accepting their invite.
The beautiful singing drew them in, even though they feared it wasn’t right.
There was laughing and joking, and they all exchanged gifts sent from home.
Seemed all men were the same, didn’t matter from where they roam.
They smoked and showed each other photos of their children & wives.
For a short time, they were comrades not one bit afraid for their lives.
As night fell, drowned in soft moonlight, German carols filled the air.
For the first time since the war began, each soldier felt comfort there.
Laughter resounded, and the allies began O Come All Ye Faithful, in tune.
Germans sang the same Hymn, in Latin Adeste Fideles, under the moon.
I wonder if it crossed their minds “Just what are we fighting for?”
How extraordinary, enemies singing together a carol in the middle of a war.
By morning gifts of cake, smokes and clothes were exchanged by each side.
Men chatting as a magician and a juggler were enjoyed, with eyes open wide.
A barber in civilian life, gave haircuts. Soldiers had notes they addressed,
Hoping to be taken to their loved ones in France and England in the west.
Soccer broke out. The game went hours, that history making Christmas day.
Soldiers on both sides spent time burying their comrades, to their dismay.
Soldiers who had been killed in fighting that preceded that wonderful truce.
A truce that should be an example of what we humans can willingly produce.
A true show, that men aren’t killing machines, everyone, a husband or a son.
A true Christmas Miracle from the bloody chapters of World War One.
~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~
~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its
superb when piping hot you know it sure is tasty. (~) ~
~ (~) Searching through those IM's e-mails trickle-trickle-hiss-bubble-pop-pop love-is-groovy
you bet man red lights hot lights an honor yes-I feel they're all an-honest testament that
hollowed ground is sacred... . Illuminating one and another their shadows dandling-along-a-
part-of-the-simple-collection-of-rain-puddles offering-their-jest, and from the beginning you-
know-I-believe they all exist as one light dancing together-until the very end. Because as
they vary; pale shades of poetic Grey, they carry for me of feeling but one of two tones
jocularity;
bitterness... . (~) ~
~ (~) Intoxicating really the harshness of Winter-fervency-of-Summer sweet rejoinder
cultivation of all our prayers... Spring... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Took a stroll amid the saffron all grown up in the Autumn laying down beside the day
lilies wisteria grace gently caressing them enchanting... . (~) ~
~ (~) Vibrant I find it all to be so very encouraging. (~) ~
~ (~) Looking now the frost once thick-crisp driveling down beading up upon the many grassy
shoots tulips lavender flower the mighty pines-now-reflecting-a-dewy-vapor, refreshing to the
touch, taste; hues of virtue mirroring this, glistening-upholding-all-things, in-their-
timelessness. (~) ~
~ (~) Life evolving hope offers this proposal questions often posed answers granted remain
open... because I believe peace and freedom this way friend are forever evolving,
while love all year 'round, it waits... pondering-this; as it deliberates... . (~) ~
~ (~) Like glistening crystal pools of alabaster sands scented-up diaper dusty-talcum baby
baby powder, funny contentment privy-so-privy I love the way newborns their eyes tend to
wander as they coo, all jovial, and-warm... surrounding all they know of God themselves in
the wake of the room... . (~) ~
~ (~) The birth of enlightenment a burst of individuality in every glance; I can't today but
maybe you, tell me now God is a farce, remaining kindle to the kind-less...
still the kinder... . (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcGJb-mPMmg
True Christmas Miracle
Huddled in muddy trenches, the soldiers heard an eerie sound.
Troops were English, French & Belgians, and as they looked around,
The sound was coming from the German enemy lines just 50 yards away.
It was singing, and the German soldiers were approaching on that day.
It was the twenty fourth of December nineteen fourteen.
Between France and Belgium, The Western Front, was the scene.
As Germans left their trenches a cry of “Merry Christmas” could be heard.
Our solders could only watch without saying, even one word.
The German solders looked so jovial, it didn’t seem to be a trick,
Our soldiers hesitated, slowly coming out, their actions were not quick.
Soon they were striding up to the oncoming soldiers, accepting their invite.
The beautiful singing drew them in, even though they feared it wasn’t right.
There was laughing and joking, and they all exchanged gifts sent from home.
Seemed all men were the same, didn’t matter from where they roam.
They smoked and showed each other photos of their children & wives.
For a short time, they were comrades not one bit afraid for their lives.
As night fell, drowned in soft moonlight, German carols filled the air.
For the first time since the war began, each soldier felt comfort there.
Laughter resounded, and the allies began O Come All Ye Faithful, in tune.
Germans sang the same Hymn, in Latin Adeste Fideles, under the moon.
I wonder if it crossed their minds “Just what are we fighting for?”
How extraordinary, enemies singing together a carol in the middle of a war.
By morning gifts of cake, smokes and clothes were exchanged by each side.
Men chatting as a magician and a juggler were enjoyed, with eyes open wide.
A barber in civilian life, gave haircuts. Soldiers had notes they addressed,
Hoping to be taken to their loved ones in France and England in the west.
Soccer broke out. The game went hours, that history making Christmas day.
Soldiers on both sides spent time burying their comrades, to their dismay.
Soldiers who had been killed in fighting that preceded that wonderful truce.
A truce that should be an example of what we humans can willingly produce.
A true show, that men aren’t killing machines, everyone, a husband or a son.
A true Christmas Miracle from the bloody chapters of World War One.
And then she said to me,
“Just keep yourself in mind as well. That’s all I ask…”
And I felt the shards of pain in her soundless voice, though it was your grave’s soul speaking
I wanted to embrace her for that eternal kiss of advice,
Had I done so, I would never leave her side…
Still my dear, I must go, to see more of this world
To be there for my dear angel despairing
In our heartfelt goodbyes, you well know my mind and heart are with you
Love, I must be free now
There awaits an untouched land to gaze and walk upon
A new hand to touch and hold on to
A purpose for my words I hold fast
And please… please don’t say you have fallen for me!
For I am tragedy, chaos, a never-ending pit
Please don’t go down that road- think nothing of it!
As she pleads to me…
Don’t go…don’t go
I’ll miss you…I care for you…I love you…
And my eyes close in that frustrated pause of what may happen
Cringing at the thought of losing that warmth of your cling
I cannot bear to hurt you dearest one…
Yet I cannot bear to stay
Because if I turn once again to you,
I will never see the beauty beyond us both
And this, with your sacrificial tears, I simply cannot bear!
Do not say so loud that you love me,
I cannot bear to hear those words from your heavenly mouth
They both sooth me and perturb me
Can’t you see…why I must never let you have me?
In many of those excruciating pauses,
There were times that I begged for you to love me
Searching every detail out, every crack appearing on your trembling flesh
But when I saw the gaping hole that made up my closest friend,
When it finally sunk in that your heart was crying for me,
And me only,
I remember whispering to myself, though directed at your soul,
Love me when the light dims
Be selfless when you must let me go
I will write you poetry when I feel your heart sobbing
And the laughter we have long shared will kiss your thrones of despair
You will always be a deep, warm part of me
A heart so jovial in outer layers, but tender in its beautiful core
I will sweep my wings over you, dearest
Singing and dancing around bittersweet chords
For in between the rests of passion
There is vast beauty beyond us
“Keep yourself in mind as well”
Though your heart trembled from the pangs of unsaid truths,
That’s all you asked…
God, the children are dressed as wizards and their parents as witches,
A spirit of lighthearted harmony marks our steps as we walk,
And sinister ghouls and goblins are the subject of jovial talk,
And that is a beauty that I wouldn’t trade,
My daughter trick or treating with the other kids her age,
But God you and I know what day this really is,
It is the eve of all saints day or All Hallows Eve,
The night before we celebrate the saints that have gone before,
The night before we celebrate the joy that’s in store,
When we are reunited with loved ones in the great mystery,
And we feel the comfort of being known and knowing as we see,
The saints of old from ages past embrace us with a kiss,
And we repast, in everlast of things from life we’ll never miss,
Today is the Eve of All Saints Day when we celebrate in awe,
Elijah and Elisha, Yogananda, and the Apostle Paul,
And so dear Lord I pray this prayer on this ever so sacred eve,
For the many suffering souls around me who are craving a reprieve,
A reprieve from misery relentless on this All Hallows Eve,
God so many people around me are hurting and wish for death,
And their lives are so miserable they can scarcely tell,
That there is no such as eternal hell,
And most of these people to me at least do not deserve what they feel,
And people keep treating them so badly it is impossible for them to heal,
God bye and large these people owe no more debts than the rest of us,
But God I ask that you give them Jubilee tonight to restore their trust,
For God, they have been through so much,
Give them Jubilee so they can once again receive this life’s touch,
Give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they know they’re set free,
Give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they can embrace the great mystery,
That you always suffer with us, so we never suffer alone,
And suffering is never eternal but only lasts a season,
God give them Jubilee tonight so tomorrow they have a reason,
To embrace this life with fullness of hope and everlasting zeal,
Though many of them are closer to you than me, tonight I ask that you show them you’re real,
In a way that they will never forget the truth that you’ve shown me,
That you will redeem all creation over the course of eternity.
I can't sleep, my body gives me its usual wake-up call;
it's certainly the burden of the Christmas' season,
stretching my resources to implement its reason;
and this budget crisis won't keep me from spending it all...
some folks disagree and constantly shake their heads,
and should I pay attention to those annoying glances?
I can't be a scrooge, not buying that expensive item,
trying to save a dollar and feel awkward inside:
sometimes even generosity can wipe out greed by making a little sacrifice;
and despite a December wintry mix, with freezing rain and wet snow,
I venture outside bundled-up in a warm parka and wool gloves...
to renew the season's spirit with something as exciting as love!
I'm entering into Macy's, my favorite store,
and what I find in there, can't be described:
there are no affordable sales with incredible values;
I pull out my credit card and give it to the jovial cashier,
but her cheer turns sour when the transaction is declined!
Oh, foolish me, why did I go over the credit limit;
don't I ever learn to use cash and get rid if the damn plastic...
is this a time to be so distraught and envy the elite?
Perhaps I could use a magic wand, not asking Santa' help with childish eyes,
and grab everything that catches my eye for the needy ones,
but these are different times: if you don't have the green and the luck
of a Trump who can squander his money, you can't afford anything!
And what if I hit the Lotto or Mega Millions, wouldn't it change everything?
My list would be endlessly long: everyone would hilariously jump and shout!
Before I choose those names that are entitled to a present,
I weight out the cost and some nice gifts might surprise them;
and if they think I am the impersonation of Santa who jingles his bell
while riding the snowy sky of Christmas to perform many miracles at will:
they must know I make a decent living and save every dime
in a piggy-jar just in case I run low on cash to avoid another stride!
Luck, come today to solve my financial problems in the mist of a December wintry mix;
and Santa, don't be be too jealous and hold this against me...I'm still your loyal friend!
copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Oh! Let’s engage in jocund races, in trips to jovial and exotic places!
Let us run bold into a bush with prickly needles. My! How lush would be These pranks and
plays. Now off we race! Well then, it’s high time we let Our spirits free of nines or tens of
obligations. It’s high time we have Spread our wings, and with a mischief’s twinkle fled the heath
of Mundane home. Look now! There is something in the distance. What? What? Let’s see… A
labyrinth, so intricate- with curious and wild places.
Come on now, let’s explore. I’ve got a map; yet even with one, a daring
Individual can get lost. Pray let’s talk sense. You know, before a traveler Engages in a
dangerous sport, he must a map full well explore. Here, Stands a mansion, if form it has- well,
of some sort at least. Near it,
Despite, a million rooms, is a big garden. What a bother! It is obstructed By a long spiked fence
with nails. Look now, hence, I think we should
Cross from the back, if chance would kindly let us that. I had fresh hopes At first, but then, as
the punctual clock tic-tacked the time, I felt that I
Do not have mettle strong that could last an entire lifetime as had Beowulf’s and millions of other
knights’. Yet, still I am quite fond of wild Adventure. In any age-old, new, one can engage in
blissful sport.
I can’t disclaim that. Oh, my! But, look, what now awaits us! I am quite Frightened, are you not?
Look at the lonely library where perhaps,
Corpses of some ghosts may brew an evil spell, and then enchant us two.
Then we are dead, then nothing will us save again. Ascend the stairs. A Few flights, then in the
thousandth room we stand. What’s in the room?
A darkness strange. I hear some movement, and my ear, some hissing, strikes. Then a roar so
rare me to a shiver brings…This is some
Strange beast, who has a treasure for many years now concealed. He is in Rage. Now this is
the end of our adventures strange. Away I must now go. We race now swiftly, but the creature
us gloomy follows. Then a sword, My bold companion draws into the heart…O! Hero! Let us go
away,
It’s dark…Away we fly, until home warm we find. With a sigh, we say, “Now rest we can. We are
so tired!!”
Form:
alone inside with me, less than inspirational
so look out for the more interesting folk
momentary excitement, the fiery motivational
beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke
daydream departure from mundane conversational
adventures cocooned in my warm cosy cloak
cool charismatic characters, charming skills to admire
the wily wheelers, the dubious dealers
the mighty movers, the shuffling shakers, to these I aspire
delvers of science, the body-mind healers
frisky purveyors of seduction spray fuel to the fire
risky game chancers, the common sense stealers
suspenders of disbelief, poetic weavers of word
jovial jugglers of juxtaposition
addicted acquisitors, spinners shifting the absurd
fabulous fakers, deceptive magician
image presenters, dark or backlit, focused or blurred
sculptors of form, instrumental musician
composers of melody, glorious singers of song
whatever the stage, great performers of art
athletic achievers stretching stubbornly strong
rhythmic dynamo dancers moving close or apart
food-feeding salivators, their tasty pleasures prolong
delightful set dishes or delicious a la carte
whether imbibed on its own or in good company enjoyed
the brewer, the vintner, the masters of malt
innovative designers, architects of structure and void
the philosopher's stone, comfort-zone assault
insightful free thinkers, long-held paradigms destroyed
tall storytelling teachers without fear of fault
mathematical manipulators of numbers and code
quantum diving or high-flying to the stars
engineering fabricators, tunnel, bridge, rail and road
crazy drivers and loop-turning avatars
tinkering technicians, ecologists with wisdom bestowed
planners of protest, the remover of scars
inspirational givers, those with just the skill of their bent
empathy crossing over to be by your side
the meek, the afflicted, those who can ill-afford the rent
the refugee fleer from our wars worldwide
safety seekers, brave rational people with lives to augment
as we build indifferent walls... hope denied!
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""SHINE!", albeit-a tear-it still would be fine -
into tomorrow-now-and-then and back again to-
them bygone days-left in-time - gentle, jovial... quiet -
those sorrows...
so it has been always I feel with Him - with-time"
"FINE" there is no better time to "SHINE!""
""Willows weep Newborn's... Bluebirds for their Mama;
wine - Fillies and Fiddles yes-them too - in-all-this "God" -
yes all things forthcoming in openness of-heart, willing - "He-
delights... !" -
"YES... !" "HE-SHINES... !""
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[[[[Author Notes]]]]
Catches-them each-each one yes-every-tear... that falls... !""
""They are the ink the covering blessing the tip - of His quill -
"THE-TELLING!", "YES!"; spirit behind the new stories of each new-day,
He writes them-personally; for-all-of-us... !""
""Shadows run dancing-the waking Sun rising-burning... cries; "HOPE";
"TOGETHER-THEY-BELLOW-OUT... !" -
"SHH!, "It's okay dear-heart - feeling good-feeling, bad - "GO!"
yes go-right ahead friend-you go-on dear-one-yes... !" "CRY!" -
"YES-GO-ON!" "SHINE!"" - so-much bolder is it given-in any-
event; condition - or being those things; "INDEFINITE... !""
""I feel yes I know now, believe-because... I have;
still-do; though I've tried-to fight it-myself - yea-it
is, I have-found... am still-finding - though-some;
have told me-found me to be - rather-silly,"Oh!"
"Well!" I find it feel-it moreover to be no more,
or less... yes - because the truth is it is has-
always-been ("FREEING!")... (("FREEING!"));
feeling-is-((("FREEING"))). "It's exactly why,
for-me I just can't quite quit doing it - no -
at-the-moment I can't "STOP!" doing-it -
"YES - AS Of-NOW... !""
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duE9Di-_z30&feature=related
"The Impersonator"
Discovered on karaoke night
A few friends gave him a dare
To imitate the star he thought most of
For a hundred bucks if he cared
He got up on stage and sang with a whimper
It was his first time under pressure
To the boos and the heckles
This was not in good measure
With nothing to lose he got rid of his fright
Before he said a good night to all
He picked up the pace, to Usher he would sing
That is if he had the gall
Getting better he was with the rhythm
Showing people what he hadn't given them yet
A well oiled machine oh yes
He was determined to win that bet
Dancing around with dynamic class
There was no stopping him now
His associates took big drinks of the liquor
Losing all that money they were going to have a cow
His voice box was a storage crate
Filled with tons of jovial surprise
'Give me that money' he said
That they did with new found awe in their eyes
He was good they retorted
You should go on tour
Unless you have other talents better than this
Say a desk job somewhere, but god what a bore
He went around impressing people
The man and the image were becoming closer
For the joy how it started
It was actually hard work to be good and not a joker
There were no problems being an entertainer
Some time went by with growing popularity
Admiration built on another person's fame
There was no problem leaching serendipity
Then one day he grew so big
And the man himself showed up
He was about to knock him in the face
But saw he was still just a pup
A youngster with nothing else to do
This moment built up consternation
Stealing efforts off the artist's image
He hoped that it started out as admiration
It did though, so he punched him not
In fact he started blushing, for imitation is flattery
A major reason he picked the man in the first place
The issue resolved itself without assault or battery
They decided to go on tour together
The differences would be minor
Covering his sick days and vacations many a time
The copy cat would not live finer
For a long time they lasted taking over for each other
The secret would go with them forever
To give them a bond of deception on the audience
Their ties no one could sever