Long Nicholas Poems
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Stepping through the pine and holly wreathed front
entrance of the homeless shelter,
as a Christmas Eve snowfall decorated the city,
I carried a fresh turkey,
I heard joyous singing of adults and children as
the warmth of the lobby with a splendid bright
Christmas tree filled my spirit.
There was also the voice of a baritone man
with such a generous hearty laugh.
I became momentarily distracted by a t.v.
on low volume playing the vintage animated
"Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" movie.
When suddenly a scent of peppermint and
nutmeg delighted my nose,
a flash of antique-red and faux fur white trim
with a long curly snow-white beard swirled
that sparkled with ice crystals.
There was a thumping on the roof,
and a resounding jingle of many bells.
I felt Christmases of long ago were here again,
a six year old me meticulously placing decorated
sugar snowmen cookies and hot cocoa by the
burning fireplace for St. Nicholas to pause and
enjoy,
I was soon asleep after laying down in my bed.
I know I just saw him there at the shelter,
the children weren't sleepy that Christmas Eve,
there appeared so many presents under the tree,
as their parents drank coffee finishing up servings
of pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream.
We can see Santa Claus year-round in so many
people,
you can feel him in someone's hug,
in the benevolence of family, friends, and
some strangers.
In giving of time or charity in food, money,
an embrace,
someone comforting you,
a pet cuddling you,
I know I saw him,
and so do many of you-
in the Christ Child we have peace. ~
The red brick stands, beckoning, where
I'm met with cool library air
A rush of hushed murmers provide
Relief from the hot, noisy outside
The graceful rounded stairway looks
On treasures in the form of books
The romance where pages begin
I know like I know my own skin
When I need heroes to believe
They call me from biographies
When I'm craving ghostly shivers
Stephen King always delivers
When perplexing murder's on the loose
Holmes and Poirot decode the clues
When my remedy's a love story
Nicholas Sparks is the man for me
When I'm seeking poetic wit
Dorothy Parker's my ticket
This, my quiet joy, is all I need
A comfy chair and something to read
7/30/22
The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely the wrong way around.
Yet all is part of being loving
to a newborn child. Sometimes
I get the weird, unworldly feeling
that I'm the worst grandpa of all.
Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old.
Try lifting the chubby scamp a little while
and oh my poor back simply aches.
And if he cries I must find out
what ails the urchin, my dearest pet.
A dirty nappy? Someone take care,
mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid.
But if it's a bottle of milk he wants,
or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal,
then I am game. Bring on the glorious food.
And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven,
contemplating the profound miracle of life.
For though he's not directly mine,
he's the continuation of my genetic line.
And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes,
or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises.
Awake he's smiling, a gurgling bundle of joy
that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy.
NB Nicholas, my grandson, is now 18 years old, studying dentistry at University (first in class) and has a driver's licence too.
'Twas the night before Christmas' ole Saint
Nick was ready to go,
He round up the reindeer and said" Ho, Ho, Ho."
Santa and the gang were on their merry way.
And there was a lot of the toys in the sleigh.
Santa stopped at the first house on his list,
He got stuck in the chimney and broke his wrist.
Rudolph and the team were in disarray,
They didn't even know what to do or say.
Santa's magic wouldn't even work that night,
They had to think fast and make things right.
They called dispatch at the north pole,
EMT's came quick, rescuing him their only goal.
They got him out in no time,but he was in a bad way,
Who could fill in for Santa? Maybe his brother Clay?
"Get Jr, He's next in line to take my place."
Said ole Saint Nick. Junior left without trace,
many years ago, how would they find him?
They searched and searched it looked grim.
All of a sudden Junior showed up out of nowhere,
He said, "Save Christmas popped in my mind
and I came here."
The reindeer stared at him, he wore a onesie
with the tooth fairy on it,
Santa had an extra suit in the sleigh, and it fit.
Saint Nicholas retired right then their on sight,
Junior was able to save Christmas that night.
Contest: Twas The Night Before Christmas 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
11/22/19
JUST A LITTLE JINGLE
Just a little jingle, from old Kris Kringle.
Urgent that his knees, bend before the King.
Saint Nicholas shares the beauty of gifts
That become all the more radiant in angel-song.
Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia - adoration of the Bethlehem Babe.
Lovingly the infant stirs, the earth responds with mirth.
In this curse it shares with mankind’s sorrow.
The arms of Christ restrained in swaddle,
Though he longs to throw them deep and wide.
Love will soon be hammered to a tree — a symphony.
Everyone will see, all eyes surged with sensation.
Merry for this moment,
Eager in rejoice —
Reverence to the Creator’s crown.
Relieved from Him for a time to serve us.
Your holiday present — Christ’s everlasting presence.
12/7/2018
Silent night, Holy night, all is calm, all is bright, in these hallways walked up and down by GODS children here to live out their golden years, yet all of them are often alone..
Silent night, Holy night, no family around, just the sound of the tv, staff assigned to them helping them with daily needs, that were once no problems.. yet they are never alone, for Our Heavenly Father is right beside them all.
Silent night, Holy night, Xmas songs, stockings hung on their doors, hope of St Nicholas will knock on their door, bringing heavenly Cheer, a smile across their face..
Silent Night, Holy Night, Lucille, we are here to bring you Gods love, through a Xmas plant, you are a wonderful mom of four healthy boys, you smile and greet each resident at lunch, breakfast, dinner, we are all here to bring Xmas cheer, Vitality Living is full of Christmas blessings.
Silent Night, Holy Night, as the day draws to a close, may you all know of Gods love, blessings from your family’s, though they can’t be with you in person, just as Mary giveth birth to a baby named Jesus, He is right beside your beds each and every night, rest easy Gods Children, for tomorrow is another day..
Silent Night, Holy Night, sleep in heavenly peace, look up to the sky for the star of Jeruselm , Jesus Lord of thy birth..
FILLY’S FAMOUS STORY
Although I am pink, don’t ever think
That this filly is just frilly and silly,
For I am a thorough bred filly who instead
Of eating just oats, for my owner dotes
On me, am fed in a pasture of my very own,
Whose green grass is a sight to be seen,
And oh, so pristine!
What is my mode of work you might ask,
It certainly does not involve any task,
For I am shown off to the rich and elite,
Who think it’s an absolute treat,
To be shown a beauty like me
I do sound vain but where else would
They find a pink filly to see!
My mane is brushed every day,
With a gold plated brush by Fay,
She is so proud, I always draw a crowd,
And is quick to explain, I’m a descendant
From the stables of the ex and late
Senator Nicholas Brady, I’m no ordinary lady!
Fay has desperately tried to find me a mate,
But am truly fussy, I know my destiny and fate
Is not from the regular horses around, but to be
Found amongst the Arabian horses abroad, for imagine
A local brown dowdy horse, I’d be fraught!
Yes I’m a snob, my mate must be a real heart throb,
For my vision and dreams are of never
Ending meadows, and flowers, and trees and streams
And a handsome horse of the same breeding as me,
Maybe even a Lipizzaner who has a reputed background,
They have been around for quite a while, Fay reads
My thoughts and gives me a smile, hey Frilly don’t
Stress pretty friend, for it is my eternal intent,
That you be matched one day with an aristocratic
Horse, and together you will take a romantic course,
And have little foals, of which one might be pink,
So never, ever think that your predominant,
Pink genetic line will become extinct, you re such a
Refined fine filly, nothing about you is silly,
You will go down in history and be recorded,
As the most beautiful pink horse ever born,
Have patience, you will be rewarded!
Frilly looked at Fay, and gave her a neigh,
She loved Fay so, would Fay ever know, Frilly
Hoped so, for if Fay looked deep into Frilly’s
Eyes, Fay would know that she had won
Frilly’s heart as first prize!
Entering contest "A Fairy Tale For Children"
Sponsored By EVE ROPER
2019/01/27
Daughter and mom,
together at last.
A bright better future,
from a failed past.
The love I have,
for my mini me.
Transcends all of time,
cant you see?
My life began,
the day I had you.
I want my life back,
I think you do too.
My talented angel,
sent from heaven above.
We can get back,
to that pure simple love.
My baby-my life,
my perfect little being.
My love for you only grows,
with every day that life brings.
You're so profound and beautiful,
in every single way.
I'll always bear every weight for you,
Mom is here to stay.
Go on my special love,
always strive to do your best.
And Mom will be here in any way,
to take care of the rest.
I will always see the true you,
even if you don't.
Just know I'll love you till the end of time,
it's the one thing I never wont.
I love you to the moon and back again!!!
Dedicated to: Nevaeh Lynn Nicholas
11/24/19
A casualty of a personality similarity, apparently,
though it's not apparent to me,
maybe in a parallel reality with unparalleled insanity.
My motto is true individuality breeds pure originality,
I hate monos I do but inconsistency prevents rhyme simplicity.
However, I endeavour to be quite clever,
and mix this rhyme with a talent that only said hello
and let itself be known when I sat all on my own
and met my lowest low and felt all was an unknown.
After I boycotted social events
and my siblings kept a distance
through a transition to clearance
and all was different but for my parents.
When I could of drank and walked around violent
or gone back to cannabis as a daily requirement,
but I vented in silence and sat and wrote a sentence
to then rhyme it in an instant and express a cruel incident,
all done with rational thought and I felt happy with the result.
I found a talent up my sleeve
better than what I ever believed,
assured by my second poem called "Believe",
13 months on there are 400 more to read.
I've covered a whole range of topics,
writes of stupid silly to writes of serious logic,
but lyrical writes enabled
a plastic Eminem wannabe label
as though I'm unable to be a creative individual,
and so slated for not being an original.
It seems that Trim Shady alias will stay with us
and I'll seem ridiculous but the influence
that became the fake appearance will see a disappearance,
I'm Nicholas or Trim I don't initial my title
I'm not trying to be like Marshall whom is unrivalled.
I'll do it my own way with individuality,
knowing that alter ego is the only reason you see a similarity,
but I'll make you see I'm a singularity,
a personality out to become a familiarity.
Though I've balanced my talents over a vast distance using
rhyme to reference these events it makes no difference to opinions,
yet I stay driven because I was influenced by Winston and his words to the wars winning.
Let's be clear Churchill caught my ear like Slim and I listened in awe to him when he said "Never Give In",
so if the world goes silent I'll start to sing,
if you attack me I'll whack you,
if you distract me I'll trap you,
if you perceive me as fake
I'll make you retract that statement with haste.
I'm evolution at play,
changing and adapting,
but I'll always do it my way.
Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
Abode above average, horizon fire glows on angel
Teeming ambition triggers digger, strings gay tinsel
Portrays titanium rays of central star burn essential
Tree bauble shifts indeterminate, Earth resplendent
Pine green needle necklace, spinning gilt pendant
Pendulum bells in tower drop ropes for Crescendo
Concave accolades hide fluidity quit quick Crypto
Presents piled overlapping countdown to Christmas
Car race excel brings adrenaline finish line climax
Sly slit thin grin golden grimace violet sky crescent
Moon's multitudinous kept secrets gaslight residents
Spun line unseen supports sparkling pink accessory
Melted marshmallow molest paste palate pleasantly
Endurance promised swallows doldrums resentment
Enthused level thirty lightning thorn entrenchment
Faithful needing sights sleigh flight Saint Nicholas
Father is growth motivated to bestow future riches
29th November
Twinkle finger, Nissan, NTHUZED