Long Merry Poems
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harvest from the terrestrial
Mother Nature giving her best.
pastures green on the other side
Man's canal gift from Mother Earth
Get your thoughts in from books.
grinded, marshed in crucibles
seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes
wrapping into boluses, bit by bit
Light up the scenes in merry
sending shivers down the throat
popping out mystery mist
while wrapped round in cocoons
Glory, glory, celestials
levitating into the abode of enlightenment
seeing clear visions hidden in the fog
looking down on terrestrial beings as tiny ants
An epidural intake to calm the pain
until I'm lost in its mirage.
My status reading is "High."
Merry Christmas
Waking up to
Silver Christmas morning
Joy overwhelms me
Spreading throughout me
Just like the snowflakes
Over this plain
Watching your hair
Resting peacefully on your forehead
Calling for my hands.
Watching your ravishing lips
Made for kissing no one but me.
You're so beautiful,
Divine
Oh, my beloved!
My soul wishes you
Happiness, joy,
All the tenderness in this world.
Waking you up
With a soft kiss on your breasts
Merry Christmas, my dearest one
I love you.
http://vimeo.com/115299806
My best wishes for a Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! With love Maxima
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/501037
In a land where snow should fall,
On a Christmas day, unusual,
A tale unfolds, both strange and bright,
Under sunny skies, a curious light.
A beautiful day, like any other,
Yet, sunshine felt like a bother.
For I, who had fled to distant lands,
Far from loved ones, in distant sands.
No stockings hung, no tree adorned,
No carols sung, no gifts adorned.
A solitary figure, a soul in flight,
Away from joy, on that holy night.
Not because of mischief or any misdeed,
For A's adorned my academic creed.
Well-behaved, yet far from home,
In solitude, I chose to roam.
Merry wishes echoed from afar,
Yet, I had to be the wishing star.
No greetings came unless I sent,
A bittersweet moment of discontent.
A package arrived, a gift to hold,
A gray shirt, pants, and shoes of bold.
Unusual, yet a token of grace,
In the absence of a familiar embrace.
Oh, how this Christmas, a paradox,
A day of glory, in unconventional stocks.
Not what I sought, nor what I craved,
Yet, gratitude in my heart engraved.
For in tradition, my focus lies,
Not on Santa's gifts or worldly ties.
But on a babe, in a manger laid,
The Savior born, a debt repaid.
Though distant, my heart finds peace,
In the story that will never cease.
A birth divine, a love so true,
Christmas is Christ, and Christ is you.
No sadness lingers, no tear is shed,
For in Christ's love, my soul is fed.
So, let the sun shine on this day,
In its own way, a glorious display.
In the absence of what I thought I'd miss,
I find joy in the Savior's bliss.
A Christmas, unlike any before,
A tale of grace, forevermore.
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Santa sailed upon his sleigh
and came upon Buddha one day,
greeting him with a cry.
Saying, I'm bringing toys
to good girls and boys,
as on this toboggan I fly.
Yep, I'm a plump, jolly fairy,
and will make children merry
with things here in my sack.
Oh, the joy they'll find
when they have what they pined,
and no longer lack.
Santa, I crave nothing in your sled.
My gift, you see, is wisdom instead,
as I remain mindful.
I don't seek Christmas merriment
from a drink or intoxicant,
however delightful.
And so, two men of worth
bore gifts for children here on earth.
You must believe it!
I only tell you this because
that's the way it really was.
How then, did they leave it?
God bless you Buddha!
I'll be on my merry way.
Peace be with you Santa,
Have a nice day!
You told me once that you loved me
and that you would always be true
Just like a fool I believed you,
I changed my life to suit you.
Then just before Christmas you left me,
left me right here on my own
I'm moving on now you're nothing to me
I'm going to make it alone.
You're out of my life now forever
You're part of my past and I'm glad.
I don't think you ever loved me at all
now it's your turn to be sad
So I'm spending Christmas without you
I don't care where you might be
I'm making plans and they don't include you
Christmas means nothing to me.
I'll find someone who adores me
Someone who'll always be true.
It won't be easy I know for a fact
I'm still addicted to you
But I'm moving on now without you
somehow I'm going to be strong
I hope you're miserable out there alone
Coz that is just where you belong.
All I am wanting for Christmas
is for you to be nowhere around
Family and friends will be welcome to call
to share in the freedom I've found
But I hope that you keep your distance
I don't want to see you round here
Happily I will be waving good-bye
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year.
(I have a melody for this and it doubles up as a song - problem is that I can't sing and don't know what to do with it!!)
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'Twas the night before Christmas, in Texas vast and wide,
Where tumbleweeds danced and coyotes don’t hide.
The stars shone like diamonds on black velvet so deep,
While ranchers and oilmen lay fast asleep.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But these weren’t just stockings—oh no, they were flair:
Boot-shaped and sparkly, with *conchos so bright,
Reflecting the glow of the fire’s warm light.
Out on the prairie, there rose such a clatter,
I grabbed my Stetson to see what was the matter.
I flung open the door to a curious sight:
Eight tiny armadillos, all harnessed just right.
And pulling their wagon, so sturdy and slick,
Was Santa himself—but hold up, hold hic—
Howdy, pardner! he called with a twinkling grin,
His red suit swapped out for leopard-skin with leather trim.
Ain’t got no reindeer down here in this heat,
So these little diggers sure make my sleigh look neat!”
He tipped his ten-gallon Stetson, then whistled so sweet,
And those armadillos took off down the dusty Dallas streets.
As they sped out of sight, trailing dust in the air,
He hollered, Merry Christmas, y’all—take care!
And I laughed as I whispered, my heart full of cheer,
Now that’s how we do Christmas down here!
*Conchos come from the Mexican vaquero tradition and serve both a decorative and a utilitarian role on western saddles. Conchos are metal disks, traditionally with two slits to allow saddle strings to pass through and secure the saddle’s skirts to the saddle tree. (Source:texasuniques.com/blog/what-are-conchos/)
Merry Christmas to You
God Bless “YOU”.
I want to sing, I want to shout, I want to laugh happily out loud.
My King, Your King, Our King was born on Christmas morn.
The heavens were full of stars, they are still.
I hold out my hands and lift up my heart…
Thankful to be even a small part.
Two words I say to you. Some may not hear them well.
I can not understand…?
Bless you.
Hug you.
Love you.
Snowflakes, ice skates and winter wishes to be warm.
A wreath on the door, a tree inside,
candles and canes hanging on the tree and in the hall.
Visitors, family and friends, together.
Prayer.
The smells of cookies, the piano played softly…
and bells, beautiful bells.
Visible Continually Part II
Change is a natural law that cares
not for homo-sapiens opinion formed
Marching to the beat of it’s own drum;
with moon dances through storms.
How little we realize
what means most
Find we get caught up;
then try to coast
Through the turbulence
that we emulate
Like the symphony
conductor escalates
In rhapsody of a musical
scale in perfect time
Harmonizing at every
sharp and flat in rhyme.
Aye ~ Eat, drink, and be Merry--
For tomorrow we die!
Our time here is minute compared
To the planet and sky,
And the mountains, the trees,
the ocean deep and blue
A nano-second is all we receive
and we have no clue
To…
What, or why, or
even think of when.
We are, we were
or what is meant
By the cycles of the
universe in motion
That spins on the
extreme of all emotion.
The crossroads are visible
again on my long journey
No longer are they a mirage
in the desert but continually
Are the reality of our paradigm
that shifts dimensions
Anytime we are not focused on
our own destruction~
May Peace
and Serenity
Finally Prevail
"Caim"
Caim
in time
labyrinthine
tale swallowed
serpentine
Caim
in time
heart kept
secure in the
central fortress mine
Serpentine
swallowed
labyrinthine tales
cooed her love Basilisk
night terrors and turtledoves
Turtledoves
followed trails
of diamonds dripping
through hazy windows emerald
reflecting you
precious pearls
slipping wisdom o’er
rusty halos for a golden crown
we all fall down
after rain comes sunshine
Caim
You
in time
to find my love
labyrinthine
little fugue
in G minor
Caim
You
in time
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
“Like a Woman Should” / Hayley Mary
https://youtu.be/_hrIFu8RNdA
"The circle is open,
but never broken.
The love of Light
is forever in my heart.
I thank you Light
for lending
your energy tonight.
I call the Guardian
of the element of Light
to watch over this sacred circle.
Merry meet,
and merry part,
and merry meet again."
Caim
https://tadhgtalks.me/2016/06/30/celtic-wisdom-the-caim/
Magic
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_circle
Ring a Ring o' Roses
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ring_a_Ring_o%27_Roses
fugue, n.
1.
Music -
a contrapuntal composition in which a short melody or phrase (the subject) is introduced by one part and successively taken up by others and developed by interweaving the parts.
2.
Psychiatry -
a loss of awareness of one's identity, often coupled with flight from one's usual environment, associated with certain forms of hysteria and epilepsy.
Fugue in G Minor
Why is it called Little Fugue in G minor?
Bach's Fugue in G Minor for organ (BWV 578) is known as the "Little" G minor not because it is a work of small importance or even because it is an unusually short work in its own right, but simply so that it and the much longer and later "Great" G minor Fantasia and Fugue (BWV 542) might not be mistaken for one another ...
"Maid"/Netflix
https://www.netflix.com/au/title/81166770