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On the Twenty Fifth, December Night,
Black Skies Sparkle with bright light!
Church Bells ring,Ding!Dong!Ding!
Chores of angels ,start to sing!
Merry Christmas!Everyone!
Happy Birthday,Jesus Son.
We rejoice in prayer and joy,
as We thank this New Born Boy,
He is Born for You and Me,
from Our darkness ,sets us free.
Christmas time,a time for Friends,
Tender Hugs and shaking Hands.
Red Holllies in Window Sills,
Deers and sleighs,Over the Hills.
Cheery music in the streets,
Christmas time,a time for peace,
Neighbours sharing Merry greets,
robin's nest, safely in trees..
Its a time we give Our best,
thinking more about the rest,
Christmas Cards,a Christmas Gift,
Its Our time,to give and give!!
Christmas Spirit,Home sweet Home,
A star twinkling ,on each Dome.
Lots of toys, For Homeless Kids,
Stories told and ancient myths.
Brindisi ! a toast! Saluting with a kiss,
Warm mulled wine,We never miss..
French Beres,Red coats to dress,
in their tails,Men, look their best.
Decorating Christmas trees,
altogether,Families!
Phone calls ,far across the miles,
Happy Cries and lovely smiles.
Stocking with little surprise,
Before New Dawn,wake and rise.
Five course lunch, For Everyone,
Turkey roasted,just well done.
Aunties,Cousins ,join together,
On this Christmas ,Winter Weather.
At four tea,a Christmas Bun!
Crowd in Chit Chat,having Fun.
Grandma ,bakes ,a Christmas Cake
Snowballs,Mince Pies and Fig Dates.
I prepare ten christmas logs,
Cherries,Nuts,Whisky and Chocs,
Yummie Candies,so delicious,
Forget all which is nutritiuos..
Little Crib in every House,
Grandpa dress as Santa Clause,
Presents,granting many wishes,
Christmas Day, so very precious.
Missletoe and Gleaming eyes,
Christmas Carols,Christma Rhymes.
Cosy Eve,Burning Flames of Fire place,
Spicy wood and Indoor games.
Long Processions in the Streets,
all the Door Knobs Hold Gold Wreaths.
Candle lights in Children's hands,
Miss Christmas and Snow men Dance!
All the Nations holding Hands,
War Is Over,Still a Chance!
Many Blessings On Our Lands,
Merry Christmas Super Friends..
Merry Christmas Everyone,
Welcome Home,Enjoy the Fun! :)
(Inspired by Caroline Devonshire)
(Welcome in my picture of Christmas Landia)
Charma
Let’s Eat Something New This Christmas
(Parody of Have a Holly Jolly Christmas)
I can make some spicy tacos
better than the ones down south.
Please though know to eat them slow
or they may burn your mouth.
Try my sauciest lasagna
better than a Christmas ham.
Cheese galore – I like that more
than even roasted lamb.
Some get hung up on foods
so traditional.
My foods you cannot call
repetitional.
For dessert, there’s tiramisu.
I’m so sick of pumpkin pie.
Cookies crumble
so I grumble: why not new foods to try?
Christmas Balls,
(Parody of Jingle Bells)
Christmas balls, Christmas balls on my Christmas tree.
I’ve got a cat that’s such a rat beneath the tree he’ll pee -ee.
Christmas balls, Christmas balls, flying through the air.
When both cats get hold of them, they scatter everywhere.
One night I took a pause because I’d heard a crash.
Hoped it might be Claus bringing me some cash.
I saw my big dog’s face. She looked up guiltily.
To those darn cats she’d given chase destroying our tree! Oh!
Repeat refrain:
Christmas balls, Christmas balls on my Christmas tree.
I’ve got a cat that’s such a rat beneath the tree he’ll pee -ee.
Christmas balls, Christmas balls, flying through the air.
When both cats get hold of them, they scatter everywhere.
Two oldies:
I Heard Mother (to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")
I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in St. Nick's sleigh And then sneaked out to play
After having waited for his boss to fly away.
Mother caught him gobbling all our snacks
After he tore open every gift.
Oh, when she glared down at his face,
He went scrambling from our place
Screaming, "Santa, stop the sleigh-
I need a lift!"
New Body
Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating.
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly -with every Christmas treat I take.
But I can't stop feasting, my size increasing;
when I stand on the scales they'll break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline,
so take that Chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat,
and may all my body lose its fat!
(I no longer make Chex Mix. It’s just too tempting)
You have compose stories of old of how the universe came about; you have brainwashed the world with the existence of old and frivolous literature that your ancestors have written; they cannot be tested or proven by the world’s greatest scientist, mathematician and astrologist; they cannot be tested in the lab and when I read those stories they really make me feel sad.
They are filled with dishonest and fraudulent men, incest and rape, assassinations and plots and consistent fighting baked in the conscience of well groomed men. The biblical war never cease and it has brought modern-day men down on their feet.
The biblical literature of old pronounced wickedness upon the world, it invokes sickness upon man and death and destruction upon the land, man set himself on fire for its written in the holy scripture as if the crucifixion of Christ wasn’t enough, you have led the world into a religious fuss and on Sundays you pretend to be holy.
I have searched for the truth my entire life and I have made hundreds of heartfelt sacrifice and I am convinced that there is a presence stronger than man and it is not written on those ancient pages or what we have studied in the ages, it is an individual encounter with something that is bigger and more powerful than man. We have learnt about it in the ages and god itself is lost in it, and if god could read it, it would be unhappy with mankind’s greed and man’s promiscuous beliefs.
More than a billion analyst have broken the literature down and find no truth in it but you continue to walk around in long gowns deceiving the people in the pew with verses of old that are not true, the house of Lords will not hear you and the house of commons cannot accommodate you, you have been living a lie and deceiving the people with fake cries.
You talk of angels emerging from the sky and the world coming to an end with a pigeon and a hen oh what blatant heresy of un-confounded religious men.
Adam and eve came on the scene with a wild and mysterious dream; the passion was so high that they ate the forbidden fruit and die.; and your man-made Santa clause has tricked children both at home and abroad and you have to rid yourselves of the old dusty, confounding stories about heaven and glory and teach about the truth in stories of love.
If you’ve ever been through any type of crisis in your life; especially having to experience complete and utter heart break, it definitely hurts like no other.
The most terrible thing about that is how much one doesn’t realize it does until it happens to them. In all honesty, it has happened to me several times in my lifetime. To be completely honest, it happened most recently and I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it. See, it never turns out when the heart thinks it’s ready to get it crushed over and over. I guess, one could say it’s a part of life.
Unfortunately, this happens all the time, not just to me either.
So, I believe that love is just some emotion that people tend to feel when they think it’s convenient.
It’s not really real.
What people put in movies and story books aren’t real their fantasy.
It’s funny how everything you ever believed in is complete utter bull.
I tell you, people believe in love like they believe in Santa clause.
So that being said, it is settled; love is nothing rather than some silly childhood fairy tale. People say that you find the “right one”, and “your soul mate” is out there. “Love” and “Destiny” is something sacred like marriage.
How can that be when most marriages end in divorce and in relationships there is domestic violence and women become pregnant out of wedlock? Lastly, no one wants to say this, but, complete grief and pain only come from love. So, I think I answer the question about whether to tell someone how you really feel about them. So, if you’re thinking about it, don’t do it. You don’t want to end up like me, a mess. You are only hurting yourself. Believe me, that’s what happens.
Reason why is, when rejection hits you square in the face and you feel your eyes well up and ready to burst into a flood of tears, you then want to hit yourself, because you know in that sudden moment, that what you thought was real or could’ve been is in ruins and there’s no way you can ever get over the heart ache of living with that truth that you kind of already knew within yourself was not reality or even ever possible to begin with.
So, trust me on this, don’t say a word if you’re feeling a certain way towards someone; because it will only end up in complete heart break.
This is a letter to good children everywhere. Ho, Ho, Ho, It will soon be Christmas I wonder if mother or father can read this to the young children who might not yet be able to read.
Ho, ho, ho!
Oh my, it is very cold here today.
Because it is the first day!
I have to test this year’s Christmas sleigh.
0h, ho, ho!
Last year. I really went too far.
Sleigh was faster than a shooting star.
My hat fell off and next day.
Mother Christmas told me off, she did I say.
Ho, Ho, Ho!
This year I’ll fix my hat on tight.
Tell Rudolph we’ll go slowly tonight.
So if you’re looking up in the sky.
That shooting star will not be I.
Well, it might be, ho, ho, ho!
Ho, ho, ho!
I hope you have been good this year.
I’m sure you have, as your address is here.
I’m sure your presents our wrapped you know.
We still have such a lot to go.
Ho, ho, ho!
My elves are busy most of the year.
They work so hard, they all say here.
All are happy with their play and pay.
Which is just as well I say.
Ho, ho, ho!
I’ve many helpers in big stores.
Although none are the real me of course!
Although you know I think this year.
I will pop down and somewhere appear,
Ho, Ho, Ho!
When or where I will go!
I really cannot tell you know.
It all depends where Rudolph does go.
As where he stops, that’s where I will show.
Ho, ho, ho!
I really cannot write any more.
I’ve presents to wrap by the score.
I have to help my elves you know.
Before more of them off sick do go.
Ho, Ho, Ho!
Signed by The Christmas Fairy, for Father Christmas.
Counter-signed by Santa Clause himself.
Father Christmas.
Once more a letter mysteriously appeared on my desk, and I had left the window open. Having no children at home myself I did make a couple of photo copies and deliver them to two nearby house where I know children live. Well you know what Elf deliveries are like, mistakes can easily be made. And just in case you have young children, this could have been meant for you. Well it could, I do not mind you reading it to your children as that's no doubt what Santa intended. I personally hope you all have a nice peaceful Christmas, of course that might not be possible if you have excited children. lol
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See them gather around you, observing everything that you do, see them on top of the tree, listening to your heart beat and measuring your speech.
See them sitting underneath the tree talking about your destiny, The wire is running around you and a pudding pan is sitting next to the door and the sharks are slowly creeping up on the shore.
Look out for the bulldozer and the practicing medical doctor; he has a clinic across the street, an office in the basement and a house rising towards the heavens.
He spends his time in the corner bar and on Sunday’s he cuts the lawn; he has a house keeper and a butler and a young man to play the violin when his emotions grow dim. He is an artist and a practicing physician.He plays golf on Monday morning and sees his parents in the evenings; he is a jack of all trade but a master of none.
See them driving around the town in big vans and luxury cars giving handouts to pigs and goats and a box cutter wheeling at vendors' throat.
I can see them from afar walking around the garage searching in the corners, throwing out tries and lubricated oil. Old rusty muffler piling upon muffler and old radiators spilling corrosive water. They are testing the old cars with a wrench and a screw driver and an artificial bulldozer.
See them standing around the back wearing old pants and old frocks, spreading out on the floor and knocking on doors. More than a hundred of them standing at attention walking around in the back yard looking for a brawl and the pigeons kept flying around the tree moving straw from the wild berries.
Then came in the big birds flirting in the tree top, with thunderous voice screaming at each other. They are dropping pebbles, walnuts, almond and cherries on the ground and the beggars are gathering around the town. What strange phenomena lurking around, grumbling in the background.
See them going up in the air, you can see them everywhere, gas balloon surveying the moon and the high priest floating in the sky recording everything they hear.
See them gathering in the street making rhythm with their feet, the ring camera is running around and Santa clause is coming to town. See them looking at you from the window.
I'm a park bench put here for people's well being. I don't sing or dance, talk or walk, but simply wait. I have been placed near a Christmas tree for many to see. They always decorate and light up the tree and maybe even me. There's beauty all around, but sometimes needy people swing by. Like this man, many homeless ones have come to sit and think about their plight or about their many childhood Christmases, and start to cry. I sit and wait for them to recline and rest themselves from themselves because it's not always what others have done to them. And I don't quiz them about their lives and adverse circumstances that may have treated them coldly. Through rain or shine, sleet or snow, whether male or female, adult or teen, I am here for them. To me, they will often come, discouraged and tired, so trusting enough to fall asleep on me. As they sleep, sometimes in the cold, many will pause and stare but will not give even a care. Still, others will dare to stop and say, "What a shame, but what can I do?", and walk on by. But there are those who will inquire and lend to them a helping hand, showing a little love. Anyway, I just wanted to say, "I'm neither Miss Liberty nor Santa Clause; I'm just a Park Bench for you when you need someone to lean on.
11222018PoSoupContest, The Park Bench At Christmas. Sara Kendrick, Picture #1, Man sleeping on a park bench. 1P
Tonight I lie on a dream
As i sleep in my bed.
The water, from the dream
Streams down my face,
onto my head.
I'm so astatic as the dream continues
And the happiness makes me smile,
Like taking a breath away,
I'm tired but happy, the dream makes
A way of having them smile back at you
And me too.
Miracles is what it was.
Miracles was the cause,
Of having a smile upon my face.
Miracles of Santa Clause,
Miracles of dreams, that are comming true, In the dream i'm having right now.
I toss and turn, and flip and cry, as laughter and streingth come arise.
I know its good, to come and try
Something you want to do, just fly!.
My dream comes to an end
As the streams of water come to a stop.
The dream of dreams, the dream of goodies and people who bless you,
and smile at you.
As I awake from the dream, I go up to My parents, and smile brightly towards
Them.
This is I wanted to do!
Miracles was what it was.
The blessing of them smiling at me, Makes me just want to keep touching Their
hearts.
The rise of brightness, and courage is What it is
For Miracles to happen.
If I breathe and know everything is alright,
I know its alright to smile, and have courage.
Miracles! Dreams! Laughter! Courage! Strength! Love! Cry! Touch!
Miracles, is all of that and more...
I know The dream, was a dream.
But the dream also has a theme.
To always know that Miracles happen!
And that smiling, and having everything it takes, is the best.
So, today And throughout the future, I know I will have miracles available each
and everyday.
AND SO WILL YOU! JUST BELIEVE!
This dream is alive.
It comes true.
Cuz no matter what, the dream is alive, and you can achieve,
Too!
Just say it with me, say it with them
Say "MIRACLES!" "MIRACLES" "MIRACLES"!!
That dream ,was the best dream, I ever had before. It's the best lesson ever!
I'm glad that Miracles happen, cuz without them, what would everything be like?
Just laugh, cry, smile, have fun, have courage, faith, strength, averything that
makes a miracle in life... come true!
I had a miracle,
It was life, and everything!
Written and created all, by Kayla H!
As thephilosopher readies for his p soup anniversary
Remembering he found this place last Christmas Day
Surely the best gift he did receive
Now for some holiday fun, DON”T LEAVE
Denise Narayadu I can't end the line with her name
To mispronounce it with a bad rhyme would be a shame
Her writing has very much intrigued me
In her poems often it's myself that I see
Of Anne Lise Andressen what can I toast
She's in a contest of which Debbi G is the host
Of who Santa Clause is her knowledge has a lack
If she asked I could easily have told her it's Jack
I mean look at Jack, white beard, hair a jolly feller
If my put my original line here, I'd be locked in a cellar
Any American could mistake Canada for the north pole
It's cold, I've never been there and at times there's a lot of snow
Jack Ellison in his Santa role this time of year
Oh from the straight and narrow often does he veer
Constant approval from the p soup ladies, I know he smiles
If I was Santa his naughty list would stretch for miles
Andrea D secretly a hater of the Villanelle
That’s atrocious what’s my basis you say
She hosted a contest and a thousand forms she will allow
BUT a max of 12 lines leaves me saying CHINGADO
PD, the SWEETEST poet destroyer she told me
A philosopher asks how sweet a destroyer can be
The poet in me reads her work with much confusion
The imagery addicting but my understanding a delusion
Becca Lucas the girl who lost her muse
If she had schizophrenia she may have several to lose
However several other problems this would pose
If one of them was mean I may be a victim of her prose
FJ Thomas gave me the wonderful gift of the Fibonacci
She might deserve a song but my muse isn’t Liberace
She wrote the Art of Being Broken, a deep piece but not long
Did some guy really leave a comment quoting a poison song
And finally I will close with Richard Lamoureux
If you haven’t seen his clerihew read it TODAY
Quiet humorous, he pokes fun with affection
His first clerihew was a work of perfection
Yes on a few new names Wayland did call
Unfortunately he still hasn’t got to them all
Some he intentionally won’t mention
It’s Christmas Eve and he seeks no dissention
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There are so many different kinds of love
That going around in the world to day
So just telling your girlfriend I love you
Has become so very complicated to say
Now you have learn to explain to her
Let her know she’s a very special girl
So she knows she have from you
All of the different kinds love in the world
You have to give her your family love
So even if she drives you crazy everyday
Just like with some of your miserable family
You will still love them anyway
Then you have to show your pet love
What ever pets she has you must love it to
And you must never show you are angry
Even if her pets mess in your brand new shoe
Then you have to learn to love all her friends
But don’t expect her to like yours
When your friends comes over send them home fast
But you must treat hers like you are Santa clause
But be careful of the Fair- friendship love
When her friends only like you when they need something
Try your best to keep it all meeting in pubic places
Because they could go and tell her you were flirting
Always give the movie star Celebrity love
Oh my GOD. You are the most beautiful girl I seen
And show her you have her picture in your wallet
Then say that she should be on them beauty magazine
Then you have to turn on the Attraction love
Just stand and look at her like you’re hypnotize
Saying Hmmm, you’re so cuuuuuuute. To make her blush’
And telling her she is the apple of your eyes
And when coming to the romantic love
Tell her I’m so happy I could SING it from the rooftop.
But that would be weird. But I don’t CARE.’
Want the world to know my love for you will never stop
Then go into the relationship love mood
By helping her with the cooking in the kitchen
Even cleaning and Taking out the trash
Not afraid to try your hand at dish washing
And now at last you show her the lasting love
Telling her how you love he for so many years
How you get along well and are comfortable together
And you want to be with her and no one else
I hope all you guys take my good advice
And use it on your woman and you won’t regret
And I intend to practice exactly what I preach
But its just that I don’t have a woman as yet