Long Myra Poems
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Well-mannered and respectful holding his black hat,
the young man asks for his daughter's hand after
her caught him kissing her in his favorite chair,
but her mother tries to explain to her husband that
the innocent kiss he gave her was a sign of deep affection...
is the well-dressed teen lying to avoid conflict and tension?
Guilt troubles Brendon and Myra...they performed that forbidden act!
Why does her mother insist on the boy's good intentions: that he feels
ashamed for the horrible thing done...he couldn't control his feelings!
Should he leave or wait for the paternal approval and become adult
in admitting that touching a virgin is worse that being stung by bees?
Who's more embarrassed by such a confrontation he or the girl stripped of worth?
They will come to a decision for their well-being and parental concern never forlorn;
and already her mom imagines herself playing with her grandchildren on the lawn,
but her dad is not convinced and wants proof of the youngster's parents wealth;
will he inherit some of their riches and treat his beautiful daughter with respect?
A little girl said to her mother one day
"Santa's not real, that's what my friends say"
Her tears welled up and she started to cry
And said" Is he real or is it a lie ?".
Her mom was shocked that she had been put to the test
And decided telling the truth would be for the best
She thought for a moment then said carefully
"Santa's spirit is real, as real as can be".
"He lived in Myra by the Aegean sea
It used to be Greece but now is Turkey
He left this life a long time ago
But not his spirit, that continues to grow".
"His name was Bishop Nicholas and wore robes of red
Was wealthy, helped the poor and made sure they were fed
He did things in secret whilst they slept in their bed
And soon people got to know about the bishop in red".
"Something else about him that people don't know
Was he came from a hot country and it didn't snow
But the story grew bigger over the years
Snow, elves and sleigh added along with reindeers".
"All over the world little girls and boys
Wake up Christmas day to lots of new toys
And everyone says that Santa has been
Presents are left but he's never seen".
"Parents leave presents under the tree
But Santa guides them with his legacy
They do it for you out of kindness and love
Under the watchful eye of Santa above".
"Santa's spirit is alive, it's certainly not dead
The world's full of people like the bishop in red
Doing good for mankind, animals as well
When you next see your friends, this story do tell".
The little girl cheered up, kissed her mom and said
"I too want to be like the bishop in red"
"When I grow up, like Santa I'll be
Helping the poor and the needy".
Just like Nicholas who performed those good deeds
Helping the less fortunate, seeing to their needs
So when you venture out help someone if you can
Be it an animal a child, woman or man.
Merry Christmas.
Written 13th December 2017
Writing Challenge - December, 2019 - I want Christmas Poems - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
They held a forum on "the affairs of People'
They sought answers from a concern of security
all people. The stories we pass a long in folklore
often are used to explain why certain things occur.
The story of Christ is seen as complex..
The belief in Christ is said in uncertainty confusing.
folk that believe in Christ are often asked why certain things
are the way they are, and often times they can't
answer the question, or there information is baffled.
Christ was born in a manger somewhere in
Bethlehem, a small town south of Jerusalem.
According to the scriptures of Matthew.
in the fourth Century a Greek bishop from Myra ,
Turkey named Saint Nicholas Known for his helping of people
through secret acts of generosity. A story say's that he provided
gold for the dowries of three daughters saving them from slavery.
Which started the secret giving and inspired the Santa Claus character.
It gives people frm all walks of life a sense of being and belonging.
It is gifting without obligation to loyalties and returning favors.
An act of kindness. Strangers helping strangers.
Someone told me I used the Santa Claus angle
because even when I was angry at my siblings ,parents and offsprings
I could say Santa Claus cares for you, without breaking
character, both in an act of love
and in good faith. Winters of Earth and the celebrations here
often people who are without don't know
how to find what they need
and most often they can't afford it.
kindness for being you.
during the winter solstice in celebration of Christ's birth.
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wasailing- avertating strange behavior!
Behavioral management.
Truth be told
I no longer want deaths and wars
Come part the horizon, Jesus
Christ come now to receive us
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, love and freedom
Twas just a mist, history insist
The Legend of St. Nicholas
Give me thoughts of prayers
To pray for my fellow humans
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, is for Jesus to come down
Lo O’ fourth-century bishop
Monk named St. Nicholas
Born sometime around 280 A.D.
In Patara, near Myra in modern-day Turkey
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas is for Saint Nicholas to pray with me
Admired for his piety and kindness,
Of many legends called also Father Christmas
You can meet Santa Claus cross the magical Arctic Circle
In Rovaniemi in Lapland, Finland official
You see if there be a Santa, all I want from him
Is to pray for me, for Christ to grant me longevity of life…
Now what do you want for Christmas in this life
12/7/19
What You Want For Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Paul
I am sitting in the sun now, letting the rays love me.
And heal me.
It’s a beautiful spring day, and I have called
Everyone I know, and a wrong number
To tell them to get outside.
I have a friendship brigade that a
Five star general would have been excited about.
They are all women except Joe, and they have only
One thing in common – me.
I’ve formed a posse of women, and we meet
In a variety of restaurants to laugh and tell stories.
Sometimes we meet in my yard around a campfire,
And we call ourselves ‘The Wild Women’.
Elaine has one story that always brings the house
Down, and so does Myra. I make them both tell these
Famous stories, and we all laugh like polite loons who have
Not heard these great stories sixteen times prior.
About a block away, my nearest neighbor, Vi, sometimes laughs
Aloud after we all laugh. Vi has dementia, and she’ 82, and
Used to be gobs of fun, not so much now. I am always pleased
When I hear Vi laugh. It means we brought joy in some way
To her day.
We are so powerful and mighty, my pack. And we all pretend I am
Not a lone wolf as I graciously allow them to howl with me, all of us knowing; I am the lone wolf.
August 18, 2018 Entered: Premiere Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Myra mouse made Micah mad
Spun old Micah turning sad
He runs away to find a bite
For two at Luigi’s diner
Along his way, the red hawk gliding
Overflight above Luigi’s
Quickly spots a dapper mouse
Hawk dumpster dives for dinner
Micah never thought to fly
But in his sadness faced the sky
To plead the spirits justify
His point on Myra’s issue
In a flash, old Micah saw
Foreboding hawk descending fast
Swiftly judgement straight from god
His seasons darting ending
Solid dumpster many gallons
Steel protects him from the talons
The wary hawk then losing sight
His fine-dressed dinner taken flight
Such a scare, the quick decision
Micah swears he’d met his fate
By mercy spared to operate
Forgiveness Micah’s only mission
Finding pizza crust with cheese today
Micah running back the shortest way
Home to share his change of heart
With Myra swiftly dining
Since that day without delay
Old Micah knows the better
Recalls the hawk that fateful day
Turns grace in every manner
Butterflies as big as bats
with phosphorescent wings
My ears can’t speak
My mouth can’t see
My eyes begin to scream
Bugs are climbing up the walls
Spiders come out of my skin
My mattress melts into
tomato sauce
in which I start to swim
The ceiling spins in a circle
I’m holding my eyeballs in my hands
Pointing them at things
I want to see
but cannot understand
The TV walks across the room
There’s Myra Gulch
upon her broom
Jimi Hendrix rides a star
smashing bugs
with his guitar
Snakes appear upon my head
Look in the mirror
and I am dead
I point my eyeballs at the plate
all the mushrooms
I must have ate
Senses now in overload
Waiting for the crash to start
Sensing things I must leave untold
I swallow an eye and can see my heart
Falling
Bawling
Insides are crawling
Spinning
Sinning
The mushrooms are winning
Aching
Faking
Never reawaking
Crying
Dying
Nothing is complying
I wake up not knowing
How many hours may have passed
I’ll have to try those mushrooms again
That trip was such a gas