Long Santa Poems
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pre-Christmas poem for 2014
Making out my list while sitting in my room
Thanksgiving is almost here and Christmas will follow soon.
Thinking about the decorations that I plan on putting out
Because decorating for Christmas is what I’m all about.
I love to see the children s smiles and hear their comments too
Of what they’re wishing for Christmas and what they plan to do.
Most are dreaming of bicycles and toys of every kind
While the parents are keeping track and watching every dime.
We were once those same children who waited patiently
To see what Santa would put underneath our Christmas tree.
To children – Christmas is of toys and being out of school
Yet they’re not being taught how Christmas came to be
Of how a child called JESUS CHRIST set mankind free.
If they was to take CHRIST out of Christmas
There would be no holiday and children would have no gifts
Or toys with which to play.
The birth of CHRIST is the reason we celebrate this day
The reason children get toys and the grownups kneel to pray.
He was born in a manger in a bed made of hay when the three kings came
They all knelt down to pray.
He was born the king of kings of that there is no doubt
He showed the world Love and Peace and that’s
What Christmas is about?
Love one another and share the Christmas joy
This is what we were taught by this little boy.
© LRAMS
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"Jingle bell, jingle bell"
... here we go again
"Driving Home For Christmas"
... with headache and pain
"Last Christmas"
... I feel drowned in the deep sea
"Santa Claus Is Coming To Town"
... the truth of the story is the key
"Happy Xmas"
... a contrast between your heart so cold
"Rockin 'around The Christmas Tree"
... with your shoes of fake gold
"I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"
... I saw embraced in a brutal stranglehold
"O Holy Night"
... surrounded by lies as told
"White Christmas"
... while darkness descends uncontrolled
"Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas"
... everything I loved is controlled
"Sleigh Ride"
... some lack of desire, feeling fooled
"All I Want For Christmas Is You"
... but it was the "king" who ruled
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"Blue Christmas"
... prepare a dinner for one
20.11.2018
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A Christmas wonderland greeted me immediately
Train delivering gifts to Christmas tree expediently
Miniature snow village with blinking lights gave thrills
Santa and Mrs. Claus dancing next to snowy hills
Knitted into stockings – Christmas cats and snowmen too.
Jesus surrounded with angels, in a heaven of light blue.
A nativity scene with a baby lying in a manger of hay.
A gingerbread house with frosting harder than clay.
Three wise men, one turned with his face to the wall.
He was hit yesterday with a grandson’s ball.
There are six trees – in different colors, all lit up.
They are dressed in themes by Ms. Buttercup.
One is full of bubble lights that make it incredible.
A gingerbread tree has a sign that says it is edible.
There is a color wheel that changes silver tree’s color.
There are tiny Christmas mice hidden one place or another.
It’s a magical place; we only get to see it once a year.
There are peppermint candies, and chocolate fudge near.
There is a cinnamon smell, and mistletoe hanging.
It is truly busy, but I am not complaining.
So cold yet so throwed vets bets votes on a crying chair with a lions head two times I been in the fight the diamond backs couldn’t resist the silent laugh of a captain jack dripping wet on my vocal like a present press conference only those those who honor me do I honor back seats like care seats think about it do I pardon or do I condemn back buck it like you junk chunk it like your only asking for a filer pack like a flower pack graph qoph wrath Rose Gold talk like Holdem spoke only Allah knows only the Godly knows glad to sign , to sign this close obey the Master in your mind if it’s a Holy Ghost then its a Chosen One so close to reporting back if I had a genuine argument with my daughter about why is Santa back standing from a distance of a 100 years if it’s a mountain I climbing that if it’s a foundation then I’m rewinding back I felt the sensation of a fighter pilot on the gravitational pull from a telescope fully automatic with a light rail sixth sense is the mind’s eye so I sleep my eyes cold deep inside of snow there might be a rhyme I wrote love it like a line I cast reminded me to take my time with loads bullets preachers or those who restore the dead forest ghost power flows through the storms I have came and overcomed,
the world do i love it, or do it like a Brave does just just think about 3 girls free credit scores s schools
A little girl entered the store dressed as Rudolph…complete with antlers and a shiny red nose. And the moment I saw her I remarked, “My, how that nose of yours glows.”
“That’s because I am Rudolph!” She announced with her nose raised up and shining bright. “I’m ready to help Santa if it’s foggy on Christmas Eve night.”
“Well, Rudolph…with a nose that bright…I am confident when I say…even on the darkest and foggiest Christmas Eve…you’ll help Santa find his way.”
But seeing no sign of a fake nose…in my mind a question quickly came to light…
“I was just wondering,” I had to ask, “how did you get your nose so bright?”
“I used my mom’s red marker!” She said…(an idea, I imagine, she, herself, conceived) obviously proud of her ingenuity and the result she had achieved.
As she trotted off toward the Children’s books her mom gave me a wink…
“There’s only one little problem.” She whispered. “That red marker was permanent ink.”
“The good news is,” I whispered back…”and this I truly believe, her nose will still be shining next year….if Santa needs her on Christmas Eve.”
Her mom shrugged her shoulders, shook her head and then gave me one of this understanding mommy smiles…just as her little Rudolph…from the back of the store came prancing up the aisle.
I’m hoping for fog this Christmas Eve.” I said. “So Santa will say: ‘Rudolph with your nose so bright…won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
She smiled and waved as they exited the store leaving me to wonder if this little girl
so innocent and small…
with her nose a permanent red…
will now go down in history as the most famous reindeer of all.
I’m too tired to tell another story
About the pangs of reality
of my barricading delusions
and my spontaneous God given days
A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism.
Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.
I have been punched and bruised
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days
Happy years and bonfire nights
I once asked Santa for maiden
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid
That naked winged baby wielding weapons
who even crowned him an angel ?
I've breached the rules
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain
Tried singing when broken
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems
In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.
My imaginings are wilder,
Might soon catch a banshee
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana
Or yet still rally on the Savannah
I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.
In my hands a pen a paper
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
A tear spilt in sorrow weights more than one spilt in cheer.
It's easy to make god laugh just tell him your plans for next year.
Always leave people smiling and never leave them in tears
As you never know when death will appear.
Man or woman
black or white
young or old.
Time as no meaning when you are going to die
eternity's just a glint in deaths eye.
There's no pockets in shrouds and nothing to buy.
Pauper or Prince, we all pass by.
Man or woman
black or white
young or old.
Life is for living you only get the one go.
It's for drinking bottles of vintage Bordeaux.
Making angels in the snow.
Visiting Santa in his grotto at the ripe old age of 42.
Man or woman
black or white
young or old.
LIVE LIFE .
Christmas Time
By Franklin Price
12/22/2018
Christmas day is almost here
Sometimes it gets me pissed
People suddenly are friendly
To remain Santa's list
Would think the reason for the season
Has caused them to respect
But the fear of being off the list
Has caused a lot to reconnect
Santa didn't start it all
In that stable long ago
It was the birth of Jesus Christ
The savior some have come to know
He taught us all of peace and joy
To love our sisters and our brothers
Treat others as we would ourselves
Respect our fathers and our mothers
Christmas should remind us
Of how we all should live
When we fall short, apologize
When we are wronged, forgive
You don't have to be a Christian
To live the way that Christ has taught
Recall these thoughts the whole year long
Or this poem was all for naught
Hanging out at Santa Monica Pier,
wining in dixie cups, dancing in the sand.
Chants of drink…drink…drink.
I took no time to think…think…think.
I wake up with a cacophonous surf,
unlike the gentle roar of a seashell,
and my head pounds, my eyes barf
in the light bright of dawn’s scarf.
Where am I, I wonder…how did I…
Asleep around me, are surfboards.
The breakers bound an “Aloha.”
When did I leave Santa Monica?
No suitcase with me. Still in my bikini.
Did none come with me? Am I dreaming?
I hear those chants of drink…drink…drink.
Why’d I take no time to think…think…think
I’d have felt bare, but girls galore arrive
with itsy bitsy teeny weeny suits.*
I have to broach the subject with hot breath.
They won’t believe me; my pride’s death.
They giggle and say, “We are having the same dream!”
Here we party in Waikiki with tropical sips.
Chants ring out, drink…drink…drink
I take no time to think…think…think
I wake up on a beach at Santa Monica Pier.
The rounds of dreams, unreal, a bit upset.
I’d hoped to tour the Pacific Island of Oahu.
Instead I quip, “ What..where..why..when..who?
I hear those chants of drink…drink…drink
I won’t fall for the same PTSD prank.
This time I run into the California waters.
Taken by a shark - with no sons or daughters.
Santa cow and her sidekick Dairy Delight
Stomped over to the fence with eyes so bright
They were each wearing a fluffy Santa hat
I did not know what to make of that
We are ready to deliver the presents Santa Cow said
Was she daft? Crazy? Nuts? Had she been dropped on her head?
But Santa does that, doesn’t he? I said to her in a whispery way
Not to this dairy farm, he doesn’t honey, she said, sassy that day
It is always us, Dairy Delight said, so where are the gifts?
The elf has them but he has been thrown into snow drifts
When will we get them? I felt pressured right now.
As soon as I dig him out, I told Miss Santa Cow.