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Christmas Magic
Glittering eyes, faces bear a joyous glow,
Jingle bells, trees and colourful candles,
Eagerly we wait for the Christmas snow,
Well lit houses, sleighs and dream of angels,
Carols sing, bells ring, dance to perfect grace,
Essence of love catches its perfect flair,
Pure white cover as the tall trees embrace,
and magical snowflakes float in the air,
Spreading across walkways, it touches soft
further it shines with each brilliant sunrise,
As beaming kids slide, tumble and fly aloft,
Festival spirit comes in no surprise,
Treasure celebrating till the twelfth night,
and rise with aspirations twinkling bright !
Written Dec 18th, 2015
Sonnet in Iambic pentameter
...that builds its scaffolding within
neuro-rivulets
brain tidy
or caught in random whims
to form a sense of self
memory, where it resides
with packed up boxes of old photos
sometimes in mistakes made
that rub me the wrong way
like the gray torn threads of frozen seams
no microscope needed
recalling
a spring of sprawling promises
in a stubbled field where lovers once cooed
memory tousled like skipping ropes abandoned
or in your grandmother's hands craddling tea
fitting thoughts of tip-toed dancing
or childhood blips of snatching snowflakes
on tongues and lashes
sometimes the shoes it wears are boots in war song blues
or slippers that breeze through rosebud dreams
sleighs down hills
and sugar apples at Halloween
beyond the frame of what has ceased
memories like rock yokes about our necks
or the morning bread on which to feast
Merry Christmas time is in sight,
embraced by the frosty December ambiance,
the sun-starved days fade away
in the cauldron 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
shimmers bright 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 pathway of the meadow white.
The cadence of the carol melody floats
in the air from afar with the heavenly flair,
riding the waves of silent snowflakes,
sparkling in the mesmeric moonlight.
Our minds flitter like the butterfly,
collecting the color and scent of flowers,
fills up the cornucopia to the brim,
we offer Him with our 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.
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November 30, 2022
Contest : Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Snow-clad, wondrous, Christmas eve,
Trains take flight, if you believe.
By the window, huge snowflakes fly,
As down below, sleepy towns go by.
I hear a caroling in the night,
As colored lights twinkle bright!
Can it really be the blessed Mary,
Her angelic song quite customary?
At the lustrous edge of tomorrow,
With its sacred, golden sunrise glow,
Slowly along, glides the holy train,
In the starry sky, like an airplane!
While below, on still Candy Cane Lane,
Toy soldiers stand before frosted panes,
Among the sleighs and huge lollipops,
As the falling snow piles on rooftops!
Softly twinkling stars and glowing moon,
The joy filled dawn will be coming soon,
With memory of a song that'll never end,
For this eternal gift is a true Godsend!
Aurora smeared the high latitude blazing sky,
spread the splendor of the glittering night,
the constellation motif of the shimmering stars
designed the bejeweled stellar crown.
Snowflakes wafted in the silence of sparkle,
alighting softly on the leaning leaves,
and on the burdened boughs, all frozen mute,
while the confined wind whistled the winter tune.
Tiny sleighs glided on the buried pathways,
misty snow dust trailed the fading furrows.
Distant church bell I heard toll in the solitude,
children sang Christmas carol around twinkling trees.
I stood transfixed and mesmerized
beneath the transparent dome of the ornate sky,
amid the spectacular show of light and sound,
felt being stuck within a Christmas snowglobe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One Christmas Eve, when all the reindeer wheezed,
Santa sighed, staring at his grounded fleet.
Then—scritch-scratch—a small, clawed architect appeared,
tail a-quiver, eyes bright with stolen seeds.
I’ll do it, chittered the squirrel, puff-chested,
as if sleighs were just oversized acorns.
Santa shrugged. Desperation breeds odd pilots.
The squirrel’s tiny paws gripped the reins~
no reins, really, just shoelaces knotted tight.
The sleigh lurched forward, more wobble than glide,
gifts rattling like a junk drawer in turbulence.
Over rooftops they went, the squirrel’s tail steering
like a frantic rudder. Cats paused mid-yawn.
Children glimpsed the blur—Was that... a squirrel?
—then dismissed it as eggnog hallucinations.
Presents were dropped (some were flung, frankly),
landing in chimneys, bushes, one in a birdbath.
The squirrel, high on adrenaline and stolen frosting,
declared this the Greatest Nut Run Ever.
Dawn approached. Santa, exhausted, offered payment~
the squirrel demanded a lifetime supply of cashews.
And that’s why, even now, if you listen closely,
you’ll hear tiny claws on your roof...
delivering invoices.
~Snow Globe Splendor~
A misty fog escapes my mouth
each time I exhale warming my
cold lips
As I breathe a coldness fills
my lungs with a pine freshness
The powdery snow embraces
the arms of each bare tree limb
and each park bench holds a
cushion of frozen flakes almost
welcoming
Icicles hang like glistening diamonds
from the streetlights as the sun hits
them shining
Wraping my arms about myself
to find warmth from the frigid air
I watch as the children race to the
top of a steep hill to ride their new
Christmas sleighs down over
and over again laughing in delight
their noses and cheeks a rosy red
Walking away frozen water crystals
crunch underfoot when my day is
shaken and the snow
begins to dance and twirl silently
falling to blanket my footprints
in a hush,leaving me spellbound
in this Snow globe splendor
Contest: stuck in Christmas snow globe
Sponsor: Bobby May
Date:11/20/2019
I’m getting old, and where I live I doubt
I’ll see it any more, except maybe on screen
When troubled towns are featured in the news,
Or in those festive greetings cards with sleighs
Or frozen pines, perhaps a coach or deer
And mystery. Always its rarity was there,
And as a child I’d pray for it to come,
To fall like magic as in Dickens’ days,
One welcome night when soft and silent
Flakes began. But mostly it would not.
No land made perfect for our eyes.
No waking to a world of white for us,
It happened somewhere else, where people
Hated it, it seemed. And so with every
Other thing: some love, some hate
And none have choice. For life itself is thus.
There was a time
not so very long ago
when clopping horses
and sighing sleighs
and paddle splashing canoes,
and then, later, trains
and electric streetcars
were the resounding heart
of multicultural transportation.
And local newspapers
with indigenous,
perennially planted village editors
among ecoschooled
one-room patriarchal chiefs
competed only with local gossip
in barber shops
and beauty parlors
for communicating hearts,
listening among each democratic trusting,
sometimes mistrusting,
but rarely anti-trusting, other.
These were slower
and in some more nutritional
ways more goodfaith experiential based
and less indoors extracted,
distracted from outdoor Earth voices
singing resonance,
preaching resilient multicultural climates
of and for co-redeeming health
as Original Intent
of Paradise WinWin Wealth.
There were these times
when horses and sleighs,
mules and oxen,
cattle and pigs,
camels and llamas,
and then, later, bird flight imaginations,
bikes
and ecoschools
and organic composting gardens,
electric streetcars and trains
were the heart of multicultural
PositivEnergy communication.
Merry Christmas time appears in sight,
out of the cauldron of the freezing night.
The fir trees flash the sparkle of stars in spurts
in the firmament of our enchanted hearts.
The polar wind whispers winter’s happy mood,
mingles with the church bells tolling in solitude.
On the sleighs slide the children in delight
on the frozen pathway in the meadow white.
In dark night the cadence of carol glides
on the waves of snowflakes silence astride.
The lighted candles will melt darkness with glee,
as the star will descend on the Christmas tree.
These will glitter with the patina of happy time,
making our hearts pulsate with the festive rhyme.