Long Merry Poems
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20 Dec 2016 5:28 Pm
To Family and Friends near and far
I have not sent out any Christmas cards
I really do miss each and every one of you
And wish you a very Merry Christ mas too
But my heart is torn and feeling worn
From being away from your hearts so warm
I would rather see and hug each one today
Instead of sending a card from miles away
I hope and pray that one day soon
I will be able to travel and visit each of you
So forgive me for not sending or maybe sending late
Just know that my love is with you until I can see you face to face
Love you all and a very merry God blessed Christ birthday celebration to you
An eastern icicle seems to impose
as it's dripping down a church tower bell.
Bitter cold made bell and ice juxtapose,
as frost took its toll, now no one can tell.
No galloping horse and no rebel cry
amidst drifting snows now resting calmly.
Yet not quite so, with kid's natural high,
cast snowballs up, with their spirits jolly.
A target shred reveals a silver bell.
Gone are their folly, just eyes frozen stare.
The front doors open. A priest says, Noel,
to all of the kids who were gathered there.
Merry Christmas all, have fun while you play.
I'll see you at mass for Jesus' birthday.
Invitation for Food Fight
‘Can you hear?
I am here.
Dear Mary, “Merry Christmas”!
In Deer Park, first we met.
Do you remember?’
'Yes, I remember. You are Mr. Brown.
That day, you looked so handsome in brown suit.’
‘On Christmas, we will enjoy our First Date
with date-plum cake
in shape of ship and taking meat of sheep.
Celebration on Christmas, not in mass,
only for us.
For your sake, to start with milk-shake,
Your favorite drink.
Cheese balls as appetizer, then fantastic fish sizzler, crab froth.
You nay stick on chicken drumstick.
Let prawn cutlet be on the table
Grilled capsicum! She must come.
Sweet Heart! My Honey!
Honey-roasted nut, we can’t cut.
Sweet doughnut of whole wheat with hole at center,
I love much.
I see! Icy dark chocolate!
We must eat. It is delicious.
From same glass, using two straws to drink straw- berry juice.
‘ll relish cream of love with butter scotch ice cream.
We two too will sip red wine
and won’t mind on champagne-raid.
A night for Her and Him singing hymn for food fight.
In dim candle light,’ll deem on dream of unison.
12/2/17
Written: April 28, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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One word cures all life's queries and distress,
While we indulge in our quest toward bliss.
Pure, lush love imparts delight and success,
Amidst life's winding path, may run amiss.
Love protects us from dread and disarray,
Serve awful time, lead us across the storm.
Love allows us to face fear and dismay,
Merry love is merely drawn in free form.
Embrace who allows us to tame our fears,
The fleeting light of our souls burns all time.
And foster kinship, swipe nerve-wracking tears,
We cry such babies, dull for bliss, sublime.
We descry solace in qualm and sadness,
While we sink in state of auric aptness.
We have loved and we have lost
We have rejoiced in times of merry
We have delighted in the many gifts
The recounted stories and tales
The gifts and talents displayed
The wonderful soupers with love
The encouragement and care
With thanks giving for a great year
With thanks giving for the journey
With glad tidings of merry and love
With rejoicing for the year of growth
As a new year beckons
As we anticipate great things
As we pray for prosperity and growth
As we pray you have health and wealth
We give thanks for the journey
We give thanks for the faith
We give thanks for the breath
We give thanks for the new day
(Your mercies are new every morning)
Talk of the troubler
and the troubled.
The dainty daubers
and dark doubles
at the end of each street.
Talk of a civil thief
and his broken tongue,
neat shirt, tainted teeth
and lusty lung
that trips your merry into grieve.
Talk of the Alaba Boys*;
Wish's Jeff Bezos.
And the Computer Village's* noise;
Bill Gate's ambassadors;
your brain upsidedown, boxers* lost.
Talk of a floating head
in an elevated steep of mud,
and a slackened loaf of bread
sold for the net worth of Elon Musk.
And Usian Bolts
running for the Olympic medals of a bus,
only for traffic cramps and holes,
to blow the strengths into the dust.
Talk of other varying wonders,
and signs and revivals,
talk of Lagos!
'21:02:14:18:40
Note: Welcome to the struggle in Lagos, Nigeria.
There are some colloquials only Nigerians, precisely Lagosians understand. They are,
Alaba Boys: A general term for fraudster business folks in a place called Alaba in Lagos.
Computer Village: Another version of Alaba.
Boxers: This is a word a typical Nigerian uses when he or she refers to "Boxers' Shorts" or better still, "Pants"...
As requested by a friend. Esther.
Just a leaf, falling blindly
Seeking light, breathing the night
In melancholic, still and cool
Flames of gentle in colors and hues
Soft as the twilight, pouring
Grace through the eve – trees
Naked, bared by the breeze.. brr….
Just a flake, falling soft
Beneath the glow of a moon
Who knows the song,
The stories of healing, the poetry
The praise, stirred by the wonder
Covering the night, beneath the hesitant
Moments, blurred by the snow’s
Frosty promise, the moments
Blessing away the night’s praise… brr…
Just a dream, abiding inside
Gentling the spirit
Singing faith through the light
Who composes a hope,
A prayer from the heart
Who believes in the presence
God’s joy, peace and love
Rising from the music
Played by the stars,
The sweet songs in the skies,
Asking hearts to smile,
Wistful as the winter’s sigh, brr…
Just a moment, and I shall see
The wonder of life
Freeing you and me,
The music of His kingdom,
Stilling the seas,
The beauty of forever
Stirring second chances
And I believe… He is alive
In the falling leaf, the snow and dreams,
All the wonders that comfort, so I see….
Whatever comes, whatever I need,
He is always the Son, and He’s shining
So I’ll forever be, warmed by His love,
Assured of His grace,
Promised a home with this love I believe…
Is my heart’s answer to every need.
He is the life that came to die for me
He is the hope that abides in me
He is the faith that gives me God’s grace
He is the light that reflects my belief
He is the King who survives even death
He is the One that gives souls a chance
He is the Savior who takes away all doubt
He is the answer to every prayer, each question
He is the Promise of eternity in heaven!
He is the love that gives my heart direction.
Merry Christmas on this special day,
But above all else, seek Him… just pray,
Forever and always, believing He is the way!
I am a goddess, sometimes arriving
with gusty winds blowing.
It’s always in March; those who await me
always are knowing
shortly thereafter, seeds that are planted
will surely be growing!
The most fertile goddess, later in April,
I reign. Yes, THAT I do!
I send down showers – some heavy, some not -
as I “reign” over you!
And lightly I touch new buds in morning
with sweet lingering dew.
In May I am merry, rarely contrary.
My friend Sun loves me so.
The firstlings and birdlings; creatures and plants,
more and more you’ll see grow.
Bye bye to drudgery; even perhaps
a last farewell to snow!
I see summer coming; after mid-June,
soon I’ll be bowing out.
Newlyweds love me; school’s out, so the kids
no longer have to pout.
My last day’s my longest, but I will return
nine months from now. . .no doubt!
June 15, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Non Human" Poetry Contest
Every joyful Christmases of distant past
were all very special and memorable.
Except for one unique Christmas unsurpassed.
I recall it was an unforgettable
day, with presents under the lit Christmas tree.
My parents and I gathered at Christmas morn,
I dropped to my knees. I found, I was torn, gee!
So many gifts which to open first. I was torn.
I looked about the room, there against the wall
stood a very large clumsy wrapped Christmas gift.
I asked, "Can I open that one first of all?"
I pushed all the other gifts out of my way
to get to the one large clumsy wrapped ultimate gift.
I unwrapped with quick fingers, the welcoming gift.
I tore at the string and wrapping. Then, ecstatic
screams of joy, tears, and wails it took my breath away.
There was the Schwinn bike I saw in “The Attic”
store window that my heart simply craved and yearned.
My parents looked at me with pride and joy and said,
“Merry Christmas!" My heart gleefully turned.
My eyes were fixed upon the bike with a smile;
it was the most magical moment of any Christmas.
It was a bright red, with shiny chrome fenders,
and tassel hanging down the ends of the handle bars.
I rode all day.
They were all special and memorable memories,
except for one unique Christmas.
11/29/2017
Whoever abandoned you in the middle of the ocean has no right to know what the sharks did to you or how you managed to reach the shore
However difficult the time , they had the chance to stay beside and help you afloat till your sail was up and high
But they chose to swim away at the first chance they got to a merry ship of any land
While you floated and built your boat on your own with drifting planks of lone
Did they care when the storm came
or sun burned through the sky
or ever wondered if you did found land
Would it bother them if sharks would have made you meat
or you had drowned with exhaustion in search of sand
What happened in the ocean now stands amidst time untold
The story of yours that made you strong and bold
Give gratitude to the universe that drifted you away
from those who left you in alone and cold !