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I woke to the tinkling of melting snow
dipping off my roof, to the ground below.
A Robin chirping in a nearby tree:
suddenly started serenading me.
And the rising sun was beaming a smile,
making my getting up feel well worthwhile.
I opened my window to sniff the air:
and sure enough, it smelled like Spring out there.
My yard's polka-dotted patches of green:
and my snowman has all but fled the scene.
Daffodils have popped up through the snow:
and wildflowers are beginning to show.
A tepid, gentle breeze caressed my skin:
and I felt a shift in seasons begin.
Frosty the snowman visited,
all my windows with snow trimming,
and beyond the snow is f a l l i n g.
It is beautiful-
a winter fairy land!
Oh, it is not right that I am all alone,
and a tear falls down my cheek- remembering,
singing Jingle Bells and songs off key.
Dad would dress up as Santa Claus ,
and elves helped him pile up all those toys.
I knew it was my Dad, ho ho ho,
and Mom bought the gifts,
but it was still w o n d e r f u l.
Oh, the sparkling tree and decorations,
Mom was cooking and Grandma rocking.
I hold these "memories close to my heart".
And as I fall asleep this special Eve,
I recall a sled ride pulled by two giant horses,
flying through the woods- sled bells ringing.
Between my Mom and Dad, happy
s n u g g l e d under a blanket.
This is a lovely memory I keep within, and
on Christmas morning I walk in deep snow,
to lay red k i s s e d roses on their tombs . . . .
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November 26, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Memories Of Christmas Past
Copyright Protected, ID 16-853-124-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Ho ho ho,
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
CHRISTMAS CARD
Santa flies gaily over the rooftops;
Snow covered roofs of the village below.
While the jolly old snowman waves goodbye.
Resplendent in top hat and bright red gloves.
Snow covered roofs of the village below,
Give shelter to children, warm in their beds.
Resplendent in top hat and bright red gloves,
The loyal snowman stands guard on the hill.
Give shelter to children, warm in their beds.
Please keep them safe until morning is nigh.
The loyal snowman stands guard on the hill,
While Santa’s flying high up in the sky.
Please keep them safe until morning is nigh,
When they open this card and see the scene.
While Santa’s flying high up in the sky,
Wishing Happy Christmas to one and all.
When they open this card and see the scene.
While the jolly old snowman waves goodbye,
Wishing Happy Christmas to one and all,
Santa flies gaily over the rooftops.
Picture No. 2
1st January 2020
Christmas Pantoum Rhyme contest
Sponsor - Eve Roper
Give the gift of yourself this holiday season
No other present is half so pleasing
Get out of the house, take a walk with your spouse
Play chess with your kid, the way grandpa did
Build a snowman from snow or a sandman from sand
Drive through the mountains, it's adventure land
Play a simple card game, having fun is the aim
Stack the logs in the fireplace, then light the flame
At wedding and anniversary pics, let all take a good look
Enjoy reading out loud from an old storybook
This holiday season, please don't spend your last dime
Give the gift of yourself, and have a great time
day 5,000 in time
it was yesterday
you made it real
i am still living in history
my heart's tattoo has been broken
day 1,000,000 will be tomorrow
if time was in a freezer, i would be the red snowman
if you were the thermometer, i would be mercury in search of somebody to love
if God was my throat, i would be the high octave in passionate need of your attention
if you were a gentle angel, i would be the bell that rings that pretty smile on your face
day 20,000,000 in time
it was five minutes ago
you made it permanent
i am still tongue kissing the cubic zirconia
my heart's center diamond has been removed
on the billionth day, i die slowly from icicle consumption
I am a clown with a smiling gaze,
You laugh and I am happy.
I become Zorro, defender of the oppressed,
You are free and I am happy.
I imagine myself a cowboy with a lasso,
I hold you close to me.
I am protected by all my heroes
Who live deep inside me.
At nightfall I become Pierrot,
I see the moon and I am happy.
Along the way I meet Harlequin — bravo!
I am a cloud and I am happy.
One day a Smurf, tomorrow a kangaroo — what does it matter,
I am a child with a sun-bright heart.
In the eyes of grown-ups, I open my doors,
I am a child painted with the colors of the sky.
Daddy, look at the Christmas tree, it opens its arms to us,
The earth has covered itself with snow.
With my hands I build my dream and here it is,
Just for you, a snowman.
Mickey or Donald the little duck,
I dream of a world without rain,
Filled with music and fanfare,
Opening the paths of life for me.
Frog or fish — what does it matter,
I am a child, I marvel without hesitation
At a tulip or a fallen leaf,
I am a child with a heart full of love.
Joël Charvillat
It’s early December, it’s getting cold,
White clouds are gathering in sky, pretty soon it is going to snow.
It starts snowing silently, the air pressure drops,
Spread your hand, catch the falling snow,
Take out your tongue, taste the pristine snow,
Just run, dance, it is so much fun, it is first snow fall.
It snowed all night, the moon was not in sight,
Everyone was huddled, inside or outside the house,
The morning sun came out, it was a white snowy paradise,
Thumped the snow on my way to school, instead of trampling on maple leaves.
Some days, it will snow off and on for few days,
Neighborhood snowman will appear with carrot nose and warm hat,
the roof will be covered with snow, the icicles will be hanging from eaves,
Christmas decorations, Reindeers and Santa will appear, pleasing young and old.
A few days after the snowfall,
the ice spots begin to show up here and there,
Sometimes you slip, breaking feet or hands at worst,
But the cold pristine air, makes you feel good at heart.
How can I complain about the winter?
The nights are warm and cozy around crackling fireplace,
Its December, pretty soon we will enjoy Christmas Day, parties and feasts,
Gifts will be bought, shopping malls will be full, no one will care about the icy roads.
I love bright outside Christmas sights,
especially colorful lights
on evergreen trees
that sway in the breeze
and snowmen on clear, wintry nights.
I just witnessed something quite strange,
a snowman so wrongly arranged.
He stood on his head.
I guffawed and said,
“Your butt’s in the air. Quite a change!”
Then to my surprise, Snowman spoke:
"You think my existence a joke?
I’m planning to run
for office—such fun!”
I thought I was having a stroke.
He boasted, “I’ve got a good chance
of doing that victory dance.
My stance draws a crowd;
I’m bold, loud, and proud.
I’m getting much more than a glance!
My butt you see up in the air,
in plain view and totally bare,
is where my thoughts form,
though that’s not the norm.
My head’s not why folks stop and stare!”
This weird snowman should make the news,
but I heard no journalists’ views
on what I’d just seen,
but what I did glean
was proof that some folks have the blues.
They’re saying some leaders don’t lead
consistently. So many plead
for those who won’t show
their butts, those who know
each vow must be sealed with a deed.
Date Written: December 23, 2017
Contest Title: Upside Down World
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape
Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle
A snowman knocking on my window pane,
his breath puffing white in the chilly frigid air.
Five feet tall, three large snowballs of different sizes,
with the biggest at the bottom and the smallest for his head.
A carrot for his nose, coal for his eyes and mouth,
and a corncob pipe with a great big smile.
Tree branches for his arms
with an old, crooked, large black top hat on his head
and a red scarf around its neck.
Tap, Tap, Tap,
“Would you come out and play,
its cold and no one’s out.
Would you come out and play.”
With half frozen tears trickling down his white face, he said.
“I can show you a land of enchantment that is amazingly fun.
We can go to a frozen lake where we can put on our skates
and skate around the frozen ice and Arabesque or do a Twizzle.
Or make a hole in the ice and go ice-fishing with a strong branch,
string, and safety-pin and catch yellow perch or walleye.
When we’re all done,
we can ride a sled with bells and a team of Santa Clause’s reindeer
fly around the shimmering snow covered rooftops
and see what Jack Frost has done to this magical wonderland.”
Tap,Tap,Tap,
“Would you come out and play.”