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I was up all night, to pray that, this isn't some sort of payback
Even after letting these years pass, I'm still holding my tears back
Because all these feelings that I have, got me feeling, like I'm feeling kind of sad
Every night, I'm in the same dream, and I know I have to leave
And I know this may mean, I'll wake with a cry of sorrow, and a mad scream
Because the dream was about you and me, and I know this may seem
That I haven't drawn the line, and cut at the seam
But I'm quite keen to say, the dreams help me breathe
When I wake, I think of the stars passed my ceiling
I'm concealed and conceded to what I'm still feeling
Because to me baby your were something special
Cause lady I'd drop everything, and not look at my schedule
A feeling so sentimental, You'd settle my life which was so stressful
Now I gotta do it with a paper and pencil, I best be careful
Cause my bestie's the devil, set on a level where I'll never be successful
Cause I'm about to booze girl, and about to lose her
Cause I'll ooze out and say those wrong words, and I know it won't work
And another knowing its worth, Cause I'm intoxicated
Cause I like my songs slow, I like my drinks strong
I like my walks long, I like my lights low
And I like my nights wrong, So I'm sitting back, so I could fade away
So I'm sitting here fading as I lay awake, Sitting faded thinking about my mistakes
Now I'm fadin' in, think of what I said "We should take a break"
The look in your eyes, I seen your heart ache, I seen your legs shake
I seen that this love wasn't fake, but at that age, aren't we supposed to make mistakes?
Just to learn from one another, and I knew that's when I really loved her
Because to be with you, I'd do something insane just to see you smile
I'd rearrange the stars so it said your name, I know it's crazy strange
But in my dreams I contain no ounce of pain, it's like things remained the same
But at this pace, I should be in front of your palace, I searched the depths
I even found Atlantis, Maybe I should steal your Christmas list
And be your personal Saint Nicholas
I know it's ridiculous, but you're my beauty miss
I know this is obvious I can't hold my emotion, I'm showing my sloppiness with in this ocean
Continue to part 2.
No winter postcards of deep snow and bliss
No winter postcards of mistletoe kiss
Winter was cold, winter was tough
Winter was long and we all had it rough
No Father Christmas, no Saint Nicholas
No bright blue, glass baubles, no presents for us
Fantasy Christmas, fantasy tree
We had to live, through the reality
Dad was long gone, the man did his best
When chronic bronchitis, seeped into his chest
The place where he toiled, was all he had known
But it's dust and it's damp had now left mam alone
What would befall us, what would we be
Who would care for us, if we did not have, she
Mam did her best for her nine hungry brood
But I will never forget, there was so little food
Mam had her pride but the children came top
She burnt all the cupboards to keep the rooms hot
Furniture smashed for the fire was the norm
Furniture burned just to keep the kids warm
The hard times as a child sit deep in my mind
The emotions and memories, I remember, unkind
The hunger, the cold, the panger remain
So little food, again and again
The times were of hardship, poverty, pain
Coats on the bed was the name of the game
No warm fancy blankets in my childhood
Just old duffle coats and we fought for the hood
All of the cooking, from one frying pan
Hunched round a fire, nine kids and their mam
All I remember is fried porridge oats
Dark dankie bedrooms and old duffle coats
Snotty nosed kids crying hungry and cold
What bread there might be would be covered in mould
All of the clothing was hand me down stuff
Nine children to dress, there was never enough
One stocking each and sometimes one shoe
In all of my memory I can't recall two
Now most of the children, have just what they need
Warm clothing and food and laptop PC.s
Ipods and kindles with mince pies for tea
Have they ever heard of the word, poverty
I am not angry, I am not sad
One learns to accept, what one had as a lad
Would you swap that Hulme time, to be young in this day
With modern technology and regular pay
Would you sell your soul to escape poverty
Then sell it elsewhere, your not swapping with me
Christmas Love Came Down
Christmas cheers chime as chubby cheeked children anticipate and wait.
Hoping that they have lived well enough for presents up to this date.
Reality relies on the realizations that love from parents and God give joy. Really!
Infinite love shares Santa tales enticing dreams of toys for girls and boys.
Dream-like love shows as Santa sits in malls with smiles; children sharing hopes.
Tantalizing wistfulness wanders through young hearts that overtake rational scopes.
Mesmerizing melodies with memories of merriments or maladies gone mad.
Alas, across all aquifers amid alluring skies, altered human awareness seizes…
Santa Clause, a man whose love, once endured the gravest times. Image, freezes!
Legendary love embraced. He lived a life of giving to humble hearts. He eased fears.
Oh, how his happy helping hallowed our Lord and Savior. Saving secret tears.
Very well, Saint Nicholas followed teachings and examples of his Lord, our Lord.
Every night, out of sight, he would secretly deliver. Food and gifts all poverty adored.
Caring and sharing He gave of his wealth to his fellow man with needs.
Almighty God looked down and blessed him more for his good deeds.
Miracles and hope uplifted kindhearted men who in those days joined in.
Eliminating selfish ways, demonstrating love like Christ had shown on earth to men.
Deliverer exemplified by the actions of one caring man. A man, like Christ with myrrh.
Offerings of love, gifts given celebrate Jesus Christ, our Savior's holy birth.
We show our love for Him when unto others we, like Him, help them abide.
Needing no glory for the good we give, since Christ came down. His love thrived.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 1, 2009
Inspired by:
Poetry Soup Member Contest LOVE CAME DOWN
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Whom is this man known as Santa Clause,
Or as old Kris Kringle, a historical
Character of world renowned.
Legends white bearded jolly elf, whom carries
The true loving spirit, of Christmas within
Himself.
The patron saint of children, a toy maker,
With a red and white sack, hanging over
The elderly gentleman’s back, but care
Does he not, the weight, for it holds
The wishes, of many a small child inside.
Kindnesses sparkle of joy, dances within
His eyes on Christmas Eve, to lay beneath
A decorated tree, are present's requests, of all
Good little boys and girls do rest.
In one night's magical ride, does he dash,
Around the world, delivering the precious
Gift, of peace on earth to all mankind.
In a wintery wonderland, of ice and snow,
A sacred figure silhouette is cast, from above
Abreast the newly fallen snow below, illuminated
By the moonlight.
In a red crimson sleigh does he ride, pulled
With eight tiny flying reindeer leading the way,
It is old Saint Nicholas, bless his ageless
Old spirit.
For on Christmas morn, do the bells ring out,
From wonderment’s heights above, it is the
Sounding echo, of pure love's magic, heard
Around the world.
The spirit of this man known as Saint Clause,
Is the living embodiment, of this magical
Time of year, called Christmas.
Within every grown child, still lives
That magic, which endures always,
It is that memory of past holidays left behind,
And a jolly elf, whom touched our lives with
Joyous splendor.
What I'm asking is quite simple my friends,
It's a question of faith and faith alone
I still believe in Santa Clause,
What about you?
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold!
Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races,
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree,
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance;
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
When I was a child, I use to believe, When Santa came to visit me, As he placed the preasants under the Christmas Tree. To my dismay, he never disappointed me. Santa always surprised me. The pretty packages, wrapped all sweet, with the colors' of bright reds and greens,or Silver and pink. The smell of the cookies that mama made, still lingered in the air, Now lay on a dish, for Saint Nicholas to appear. Chestnuts that roasted in the oven, with the fire aglow. Always seem to keep me on my toes. The stockings hung over the mounted mantle, over the fire place, that waited patiently, to be filled with toys and candy. Mama singing Christmas Carols, always put me in the mood. These are the memories, I keep in my heart so dearly, Is the meaning of what Christmas means to me.
Daddy in the kitchen, cooking gracefully, While mama and my brother made ornaments to be hung on our tree. I myself stringing popcorn on a thread to make the garland. Mistletoe hung over the door, to complete the scenary,that awaits for momma and daddy to uphold the promise of kissing each other so they willl never be apart or alone, Forever in love. A giant wreath, hung on our front door, elegantly. Welcoming our friends and family. This is what Christmas, means to me. Many years has passed but I will never forget, All the wonderful memories, my mother has taught me. Will continue on in my family. This is what Christmas, means to me.
In a land adorned with tinsel and lights,
Where merry hearts danced through winter nights,
Christmas arrived, bringing laughter and cheer,
A time when joy and humor drew near.
Santa, the jolly old man dressed in red,
With his chubby frame and a beard widespread,
He squeezed through chimneys with utmost grace,
Delivering gifts at a merry pace.
Saint Nicholas, a legend from days of old,
His stories of kindness and love were told,
He touched hearts with gifts, both big and small,
Spreading warmth and joy to one and all.
Oh, the funny tales that Christmas brings,
Of mishaps and blunders and silly things,
Santa stuck in the chimney, oh what a sight,
As he wiggled and jiggled to make things right.
Children giggled as they watched his plight,
His rosy cheeks turning even more bright,
With a chuckle, he finally emerged free,
Covered in soot, but still filled with glee.
The gifts he left beneath the tree's glow,
Wrapped with care and tied up in a bow,
Brought laughter and excitement to each face,
As they tore open presents with eager grace.
For Christmas is a time of mirth and fun,
Of spreading love and making memories spun,
The laughter echoes, filling the air,
As families gather, showing they care.
So let us cherish this festive delight,
Embrace the spirit, shining so bright,
For in the laughter and joy we find,
The true magic of Christmas, one of a kind.
Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride
Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics
Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working
Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices
The video game remained my only nemesis
Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills
Pyrrhic weight, the body’s mobilizing nonerrant hills
Things were better yesterday
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away
Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive
Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made
Mother and father are descending into their grave
Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust
The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away
Things were better
Updated - 5/14/2019
*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying
Form:
'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
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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
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