Long Stockings Poems
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Eyes sparkling wide with faces alive;
Joyous energy the mornings vibe;
Smiles glisten like tinsel on the tree,
Voices ring out so excitedly;
Feet dancing the Sugar Plum Fairy;
Hands grip tight, their stockings they carry;
Patience is hard, but they have been taught;
First to say thanks for what Santa brought;
Cinnamon rolls with coffee aromas;
Wake us from our Christmas Eve comas;
Orange peels mixed with fir tree scents;
Crystalize the mind of mornings events;
Let the gift opening now begin;
The ooh’s and ah’s with permanent grins;
These the finest gifts ever received;
These my Christmas morning memories;
Christmas dreams
A whole year long wait,
and Christmas is here,
Cheerful faces and dancing gait,
Must enjoy its fragrance in the air !
Remember gifts of last year,
Santa to our dream as we exactly thought,
Promises that were done for this year,
Let's see what special he has now got !
Time to get ivy, holly and mistletoe,
Jingle bells,candies and colourful candles,
and wait for cover by a pure white snow,
Lighted houses, illuminated sleighs and angels!
Paint the chimney new for Saint to creep in,
and slip gifts into stockings hanging by fireplace,
At night when the church bell will ring,
Carols will add melody to festive's grace !
Will take celebrations to the twelfth night,
And wake up with dreams shining bright!
Written December 2nd, 2014
For Carol's 'Children's Christmas' contest
Awarded 1st place
Entered for "Any poem on New year or Christmas" contest by SKAT A
Awarded 5th place win
Entered for "101 in a row contest- 20 - Christmas poems" by PD A
Christmas Day
Santa comes in the night, he comes in the night, he gently, noiselessly comes,
While the little child's heads on their pillows of white, dream of train sets and dolls and drums,
The sleigh cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam, while the soft flakes around him swirl,
Who tells him their names, I do not know but he finds the home, of each good little boy and girl,
His sleigh is long and deep and wide, it carries all number of things
Dozens of drums hanging over the side with their sticks tucked under their strings,
Not one sound of a drum is heard, not a trumpet blast is blown
As he lands on the chimney stack like a bird, and drops to the hearth like a stone
The hanging red stockings he quietly fills, till the stockings can hold no more
The little toy trains for the little wood tracks are gently set down on the floor
Then Santa floats to the roof like a bird and takes his seat on the sleigh
Not a sound or murmur is heard as he silently gallops away
He travels east and he travels west until his job is done
Christmas Day is wonderful, a day for little ones
On Christmas Eve, children lay in bed,
In titillating agony as they await what lays ahead,
They are in blissful torture pondering on chocolate cookies and hot chocolate,
Their eyes are wide open with anxious hope of gifts to come,
But Christmas Eve can be a hellish place for some,
For some waiting feels like someone is pulling your toes off one by one,
For some waiting feeling like you are wasting in a hot sun,
“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,
They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall walk and not be weary, they shall run and not faint!!”
But Isaiah!! Dear Isaiah!! This waiting is an agony I cannot describe,
As pain indwells my insides and blood infests my eyes,
I do not wait for Christmas Trees and Stockings,
I wait for something that many view as impossible,
I wait for God to be the deity that I know her to be,
Full of might and power and wonders to behold and see,
Dear Isaiah, I know I must wait,
But every day that passes is another day that I must endure this affliction,
“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,
They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall run and not faint, they shall walk and not be weary”
But dear Isaiah, my eyes are teary with the torment of a scorching sun!!
Oh God above,
Oh God of love,
Oh God of bliss,
Please don’t dismiss,
These cries I wail,
For this waiting, it is no titillating agony,
It is an endless Christmas Eve,
With no sign of the coming Son,
Oh God, I know you’re faithful,
Set me free from this agony,
Fulfill your promise and bring the Whirlwind!!
Locked in the room with the beating heart
That was in love scratch in a room engaged in walls
That didn't move I was in tombed lost
Stockings is reality
Lost in the pages I was encage in sentences paragraph in a book
Inprisoned in my mind shook engaged to fail as I shook
I was renaissance giving prompt to go off and on again
I was wicked stoned punished my only friend
Was my end in the end was my friend
Shocking is realities
Reality found me crying in the alley broken down the end Defeated I found myself very on the streets with the needy
While all alone I took my time I crawl
Heeding life's misfortune I fall
I could have walked to could have chosen to fly so I flown
Was lost now found mine self walking alone
While in my mind goes to deny the watts currents electricity
Shocking is realities repertility
8/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Finally, Christmas is here
Snowflakes are falling like diamonds they glisten
Carolers singing for all who do listen
Tinsel and garland are seen every where
Church bells are ringing this evening to share
For it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
a time when we all spread good cheer
It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
our favourite time of the year
With the stockings all hung
and the tree in the stand
Awaiting Kris Kringle
to come to our land
For it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
Finally, Christmas is here
The gifts are all wrapped, there’s a wreath on the door
Last minute purchasers down at the store
Children in windows they stare to the sky
Watching for reindeer to go flying by
For it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
a time when we all spread good cheer
It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
our favourite time of the year
With the stockings all hung
and the tree in the stand
Awaiting Kris Kringle
to come to our land
For it’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
Finally Christmas is here
Merry Christmas Everyone
It was first and goal with time running out
And the home team needed to score.
I sat on a barstool glued to the screen
Till I saw you walk through the door.
I missed the final seconds and the replay, too.
Gave it up for a chance to flirt.
You focused my attention on a brand new game
By wearing dark stockings and a slit skirt.
Dark stockings and a slit skirt,
It’s all I’ve got on my mind.
Dark stockings and a slit skirt,
The really expensive kind.
I’m tired of always watching from the sidelines.
I know a little workout wouldn’t hurt.
You’ve got me motivated for some one-on-one.
You’re wearing dark stockings and a slit skirt.
You could make me take my eye off the ball
When the count is three and two.
Might be top of the ninth with a runner on third,
I’d be busy looking at you.
But I’ll round those bases, make a diving slide,
Then just smile and brush off the dirt.
I’ll score the winning run, but you’ll earn MVP
By wearing dark stockings and a slit skirt.
Dark stockings and a slit skirt,
It may be a worn cliché.
Dark stockings and a slit skirt,
But baby, I came to play.
I’m finished with the pre-game and the warm up.
The perspiration’s showing through my shirt.
I’m ready for some action and I’m in the zone.
You’re wearing dark stockings and a slit skirt.
The nights are long and cold, the sun is hardly around,
Christmas time as approached, with no snow on the ground,
Trees and lights are twinkling, stockings are hung.
The Christmas spirit is all around, as Christmas songs are being sung.
This year Christmas is not the same, just a yearly memory,
The house is not a home anymore, you are not here with me.
There will be sadness; there will be tears, when we wake Christmas Day.
As we sit around the Christmas tree, emotions will get sad,
Gifts for them, gifts for me, but none of them will say DAD.
All i want for Christmas is to see your smiling face,
I know it can't happen because your in a better place.
Please...DAD ring the bell for me Christmas Day.
So I will know you got your wings and that your ok.
I don't look forward to Christmas, but i know i have something to live for.
I hope there is a Christmas in heaven, because it's not the same here without
you sat in your chair smiling.
And then ..
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
And then..
The ribbon and the cuff link
Escort the gent..
That annoy
Man about a woman
On the long wait
Of her dress up
But then..
The afterward will
Be splendid
When the deal is done
The beauty of her
Smart on your arm.
Before then ..
She vexes and maddens
And makes the blood boil
Too much wick and tick off
The man go nut's
He is in rut to go.
The stockings go up
The lipstick on.
The right way ?
Thats right
Her head rotate's
"How do I look
Is this colour right"
Inquiry ?
"My hair is sitting
In the chair"
She complains
Her miff continues
As if the mirror foils
Round and round she twist
My blood boils
As she pencils
Her lips red for minutes
Till it ends.
But then !
When she grabs my hand
After make up
The twist starts
And another gent
In the foyer
Get's the goat.
I feel A millionaire
When she leads
Me arm on
In those stilettos
Balanced and poised.
And then..
All worth the wait
We look superb
And me I feel like
the main lion
In the den.
The ribbon on the cuff link
What a hit !
And then
Bling !!
We cream the dance floor
And all the other penguins
Look on ..
Supreme la belle le beau ..
There is a sizzle.
Form:
Fire hydrants, fire trucks and firemen's faces
After they have been heated up
Chocolate heart boxes, and the prettiest roses
Some of the most fragrant tulips
Ruby jewelry, all sparkly and haughty
My favorite boots, my checkered shirt, my brick oven
An artist once told me without a splash of red, art is not art
I do not know about that, for I favor orange, which is red with the sun
Red umbrella with orange cats, red dog collar, red french fry holder
Valentines, and Santa Claus, Christmas stockings trimmed in green
Best of all, my mother's red stove in the early 60's
Which no one else bought because all other stoves were white
She did her whole kitchen in red and everyone loved it
Pizza Huts, and Christmas lights; all in reds.
Bulls and red hankies, clowns and red noses.
What would we do without red? How would we know to stop?