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Christmas Landia

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
Form: Name


Premium Member Christmas Magic

(A Christmas Collage) 

The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.

To the top of Thorburne Tower
Light from windows streams around;
The glow of twenty thousand tapers
Sparkles on the snowy ground.

High arching o'er the graceful altar,
Wintergreen and laurel sway;
And all about the pews of alder
People kneel and humbly pray.

The rosy cheeks and smiling faces,
Rising at the last amen,
Return to rhythmic rows of places
Raising songs of praise again.

Oh hear those olden carols going
O'er the tower to the skies;
Noel and joyful tidings flowing
From warm hearts and gleaming eyes.

So far above the frosty forest,
Father God and Jesus see
The flick'ring flame of faith fulfilling
What on earth was meant to be.

There below the boundless heavens
Beams the Spirit's blessing full;
Bestowing peace and tidings holy,
Bearing love that makes us whole.

Th' enchanting ev'ning passing onward,
Ev'ry street once empty filled;
Then all-enfolding light descending,
Endless eager voices stilled.

To those who trolled triunal praises,
Angels lit the topaz night;
Attuning to the trilling trumpets,
Sounding in triumphal might.

The harps and high harmonic voices
Hold a hope no man could give,
Enmeshing in enchanting fashion,
Showing how archangels live.

E'en later yet they light their lanterns,
Laugh around the firelight's heat;
The children look around and listen,
Laps all full of things to eat.

Even now the endless snowflakes
Eloquently, gently fall;
Adding to the festive feeling
Held alike by great and small.

The youngsters holding hands are happy,
Dancing 'neath the holly wreath,
While horses hauling sleighs and cutters
Jingle homeward on the heath.

The embers glow in evenings echo,
Shedding reddish light afar;
Expectant eyes reflect its sparkle,
Shining like the morning star.

They sing of Mary, blessed mother,
Meek and willing, pure and mild;
They magnify the great Messiah
Born as Mary's holy child.

[Look for the acrostic in the alliteration. There is one letter for each verse.]
By Isaiah Zerbst, November 16, 2013
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What Is Christmas

A time of many lights to see,
Of tinsel, garland and wreath's so fair.
Of hundreds of bulbs upon a tree,
With twinkling lights and angel hair.

A festive time with thoughts of Santa Clause,
Of jingle bells, and distant sounds of sleighs.
From the daily rush we're in, we pause,
Remembering once more our childhood days.

The time for eggnog and a cozy fire,
Have the Christmas story and often games.
Of candy canes, children never seem to tire,
While watching a Yule log's flickering flame.  

A time for the hanging of  mistletoe,
The singing of carols and children at play.
A time of merriment and places to go.
To many, these are this holiday.

For early mall arrival and long lines,
To retrieve that last gift before we rest.
Parking lot disagreements, fights and fines,
We're seeing free enterprise at its best.

Of bells and kettles in the mall,
With scent's of baked goods and pines.
While searching for gifts for one and all,
We encounter rudeness and sold out signs.

Christmas can be like this, it's true,
But lest we forget this time of year.
Let's look at things from a different view,
As the birthdate of the Christ child dear.

In a twinkling stars five points I see,
Two arms, two legs, a head.
I see the cross in a Christmas tree,
Where a Savior hung and bled.

In the manger scene I'm taken back,
To the place the Christ child lay.
I view the gifts in Santa's sack,
As those the wise men brought that day.

In a simple wreath of vines I see,
A crown of thorns that Jesus wore.
Of a scourging he once took for me,
And of man's sin that at Calvary he bore.

Within each candle seen glowing bright,
One thought comes to my mind.
That in my world He's still my light,
God's precious gift to all mankind.

In a candy cane of white and red,
I see His body without sin.
The crimson, being where he bled,
So that man might be born again.


Then looking into a yule log set aflame,
Unable to imagine the torment one will feel.
If living life as though Jesus never came,
Only to discover at death, that Hell is real.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

A Kiss of Winter

Tis cold   		                                                                                               this night so love   			                                                                      clear starry sky behold               		                                                            rainbow around moon above                                                                                          so bold                                                                                                                        							                                                                                                                    The walk                   			                                                                            in snow tis bright                                                                                                   no path not yet we talk                                                                                            frosty vapors intwine in flight                                                                                         then caught                                                                                                                                                                              The fire 	                                                                                                      from hill come sleighs                                                                                      children bound to conspire                                                                            the mood now dire first kiss to weigh 		                                                  transpires
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Cinquain

Christmas Time's Around the Bend

The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree,
Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see,
Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway
A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh.

The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke,
She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk.
But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by,
An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry.

The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun.
They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son!
The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise,
When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes.

But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make,
Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake.
He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint,
He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't.

On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot.
For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot".
I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore;
For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door.

It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed.
No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list,
But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year
That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here.

We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan.
We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man.
With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same
When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.
© Jim Fish  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Christmas Poem


"The wait is over
Northern wind whistles carol
Christmas in the air." - Quote by Poet


Merry Christmas time is in our joyous sight, 
embraced by the frosty December ambiance,
as the sun-starved days fade away fast
in the gripping fold of the freezing night. 
 
The leaves of fir trees flash as the stars shine 
with the gloss of the gleaming splendor.
In the firmament of our enchanted hearts 
elation shimmers bright with the divine light. 

The northern wind whispers the winter tune,
mingling with the church bells that toll in solitude. 
With the elated children the sleighs slide  
on the buried pathways of the meadow white.

The cadence of the carol melody floats  
in the air from afar with the heavenly flair,
rides the whirling waves of silent snowflakes, 
sparkling with the sequins of mesmeric moonlight.

The portals of our minds will open to insight,
perceive the essence of His boundless kindness
permeate the cauldron of our devotion,
we’ll offer Him from the core of our devout souls. 

The sinned will be saved by His munificence, 
glittering as the star of the ornate fir tree, 
that will glisten with the radiance of kinship, 
inspiring us with the belief of Christmas spirit.

Our minds flitter like the beguiled butterfly,
collect the color and scent of sensual flowers,
filling up the cornucopia of delight to the brim,
that we offer Him with dedicated soul full of joy.

The lighted candles will drive the darkness away,
the star will descend on the Christmas tree, 
that will glitter with the patina of happy time,
making our hearts pulsate with the festive rhyme.

Disappearing New Year

Tickling their tummy's with tinkling bells that twinkle
sounds rumbling upon the roof of eight tiny reindeer
tangled lights and snow transforming a sparkling night
a flickering fire with sparks floating with loves desires

Casting a spell with dreams of toy’s and new games
small voices whispering in bed with exciting emotions  
crackling sounds of Christmas wrapping while giggling
New bikes and sleighs awaiting smiles on Christmas Day

a hog under ground predicting our spring weather
With heart shaped boxes and diamond rings awaiting
Kisses and romantic dinners with nights of desire
Ash on Wednesday with Lint next then Purim

Time springs forward with colorful flowers blooming 
Little green men pots of gold and four leaf clovers
Passing over Palm Sunday then Muslim and Hindu
With all becoming fools on this first day of April

Good Friday coming after Thursday then eggs are hidden
Then evil appears taking our money away on Tax Day
My day now called May Day then Cinco de Mayo
All Mothers honored then Memorial Day on the way

Of course Fathers Day is next with fireworks on the 4th
Then all go into labor this one day a year on Labor Day
Spooks, goblins and candy treats with witch's on a broom
Veterans honored and flowers placed upon their tombs 

The turkey arrives all golden brown as we get stuffed
Black Friday’s appear with shopping pushing and shoving
Getting ready for the first stanza up above
This circle of life happens each year some may see,

Others will be missed a loss to all of our hearts,
As they disappear from our lives never to see another,
Happy New Year.
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Reindeer Strike

Rudolph's nose shines frosty bright,
Relations will be cool this night
He raps a hoof on Santa's door
And says we feel we should earn more

If we're to work on Christmas day
We must insist on double pay
And if we do not get our way
We'll just refuse to pull your sleigh

Santa sneers, I do not like
Your attitude, so take a hike
For if the reindeer go on strike
I'll just go out and buy a bike

Rudolph hisses, listen Guv
A bike to fly the sky above
With all your weight you'll need a shove
But don't call on the reindeer, Bruv.

If I must I'll hire a van
Just remember, I'm the man
Who makes the rules, because I can
You pull sleighs... That's the plan.

Rudolph gasps, in fact he balks
Santa thinks he flys with hawks
Hark at him and how he talks
Without us reindeer, Santa walks

You cannot strike, it's not allowed
You've got your head stuck in a cloud
But don't get used to standing proud
You'll soon be back, your heads all bowed

We're underpaid, don't stand and preach
We fly all night, one carrot each
If no agreement we can reach
You find us lounging on the beach

But Santa says, you're meant to vote
To tick a box and post the note
So no one knows just what you wrote
So who says you can rock the boat

Don't stand and quote the union rules
You take us for a bunch of fools
And treat us like a herd of mules
Tonight my friend, we're downing tools

Then Santa sighs, Just stop your squawking
Without you lads, I won't reach Dorking
Would two carrots each stop you walking
Ah, says Rudolph, Now you're talking
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Boyhood

Boys carry their snow sleds
         up, up
                  to the highest peak
                               scaling risk

their voices pitched
          chattering noise of expectation
          frozen giddiness on snow packed hills
boys belly flop onto plastic sleighs

bubble-headed jauntiness launches them
           lunging down, down
bewildering "swish" of speed
           smashing white drifts
                              projectiles scattered
boys tossed in snowbanks like pizza dough spinning
                                                 baked together in joy
pushing the balance of extreme

runs repeated
         brash, blunt, bold
                                epic span of freedom
ignoring downfalls from ill timed moves
                                in a lost sense of direction

gleefully tired
                snow flecked
                boys wheeze the icy air
                          make their way home
their talk clotted with bravado
beneath it, the unspoken promise to never tire
                                                                 of boyhood

in twilight, the slopes gleam
                    gouged by sled marks
                    that clear a path for growth
                    targeted direction

and if boys fall from the path
                      are there souls
                                      who'll notice?

when ruts threaten
when sleds teeter
                      in unruly spaces




Poem composed February 2, 2022

Premium Member Snow And Tell

Now let me share my shivery story, 
With random revelations shed some light -
Though I’m a dazzling glow but no glory, 
I’m much more than white mesmerising sight. 

I know around the globe I’m frowned upon, 
Shoved aside as unremarkable meme. 
Frosty and I, my boon companion -
Ephemeral scapegoats of Nature’s whim. 

The poignant part that’s so freezin’ unfair, 
Snowbirds and geese leave sweet homeland behind, 
And what the hail, even a grizzly bear 
Under my frozen fist checks out to hide.

I’m well aware that cars are going nuts, 
When on black ice wheels spin out of control, 
I’m traffic’s curse and drivers hate my guts - 
Apologies for my heavy downfall. 

Still silver lining’s part of every cloud -
I’m not warm and affectionate as such, 
But my visage being shovelled and plowed 
Morphs into cool and captivating touch. 

Though I’m made up of many a snowflake - 
Floating frigid and fragile to adore, 
I swear and say for elves and Santa’s sake -
There is white substance to my melting core. 

I’m seasonal and thus a treasured treat, 
I’m well equipped and sell extremely well: 
Without my gifts, apart from slush and sleet, 
Would be no sleighs, no skis, no NHL. 

I’m a commodity just so you know, 
When you can’t smell the roses, seize the snow! 
Let winter’s inhibition cover go -
And Let it glow! Let it glow! Let it glow!

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