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(30.4.75: the USA abandons its ally, South Vietnam:
Darwin Judge is the last American to die in Saigon)
Don't ever tell me this was dignified.
I never want to hear of heads held high,
of brothers-in-arms, or marching out with pride.
Just take the pain. It's how it was. Don't lie.
On Wednesday April thirtieth, we ran.
We scurried from the post we should defend,
abandoning the flag, the 'wife', the plan.
We scrambled out, and didn't take our friends.
They washed up all around us, thick as kelp.
To linger here was worse than death. They knew.
Whom else but us could they beseech for help?
We climbed aboard without them. Off we flew.
"White Christmas" played bizarrely, over again,
and big white guys with guns backed from the line
where squatted cooks and cleaners, handymen.
Our time had come to go. This was the sign.
We were their only hope. But, on the sly,
(John Wayne we weren't. Not even Dennis Hopper.)
so no-one would wise up, we - Semper Fi -
snuck sheepishly aboard the final chopper.
THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF WINTER, IS A SIGN,
OF WHAT OLD MAN WINTER, HAS IN MIND.
OLD MAN WINTER IS UNBELIEVABLY KEEN,
CHECK OUT HIS HISTORY TO SEE WHAT I MEAN.
HE SETS US UP TO THINK ALL IS WELL.
THEN UNLEASHES A BLIZZARD FROM HELL.
WE SHOVEL THE SNOW AND CLEAR THE STREETS.
AFTER A DAY HE DUMPS THREE MORE FEET.
HE WILL MAKE IT SNOW FOR A VERY WHITE CHRISTMAS.
IN HIS OWN WORDS "YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THIS"
HE DELIVERS JOY FOR THE SNOWBOARDER TYPE,
BUT AT 12,000 FEET IT'S A FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE.
BACK IN THE CITY IT'S FREEZING COLD,
QUITE THE HAZARD, FOR THE WEAK AND THE OLD.
JUST OFF THE LAKE , IT WAS FORTY BELOW.
EFFECTS OF THE WINDCHILL OR SO WE ARE TOLD.
DOWN FROM THE NORTH AND ACROSS THE PLAINS,
WHITEOUT CONDITIONS ARE PURELY INSANE.
OLD MAN WINTER LOVES FREEZING RAIN.
IT'S HIS WAY OF INFLICTING PAIN.
FROM TIME TO TIME WE JUST DON'T KNOW,
WHAT IS MEANT BY COLD WET SNOW.
JUST FOR KICKS HE LIKES TO TAKE DOWN TREES,
BY FREEZING RAIN AND ASSERTING A BREEZE.
NEVER, NEVER, CALL OLD MAN WINTER A *****.
YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF, OFF THE ROAD IN A DITCH.
It didn't seem so long ago that Christmas brought a warmth
A sense of belonging and a spiritual joy
A time for the family, a time for neighbors to stop in
Traditional events unchanging from year to year
A sense of continuity, a warmth from within the heart
The old black and white TV had its share of snow
Alistair Sim played Scrooge and
There was a Miracle on Thirty Fourth Street
Bing sang White Christmas
It wasn't a Holiday, it was an event, a Celebration
The Birthday of Jesus, the Star in Bethlehem, the Angels
There were Shepherds, Three Kings, a Nativity scene
Silver Bells playing while shopping downtown
Strangers smiled and said Merry Christmas
A genuine feeling of good will.
No other time of the year brought this kind of joy
In spite of low income there was an abundance of food
Cookies and egg nog were made at home
Presents could be opened after church, not before
Children laughing, giggling in anticipation
Heat coming from the old Heatrola in the parlor
Neighbors sharing the good times
Kids playing on the floor in the living room
The smell of pine and spruce in the homes
A time of joy, a time of laughter
A time of peace on Earth.
Merry Christmas Everyone.
When growing up in my hometown,
A white Christmas would have been
rare. There might have been one or
two, but I don't remember. I remember
playing outside on Christmas day,
but it was not snowing.
There was always great anticipation
and expectation as Christmas grew near.
There were dolls, play guns, wagons,
and trains. There were clothes, food,
and shoes, but never what I wanted most.
I remember asking, waiting and hoping,
praying and looking. That sparkling red
beauty was forever longed for but never came
for Christmas to me nor to any of my siblings.
I forgave Santa for continually saying, "No".
Although I dismissed it and got over it eventually,
I never forgot it. Within 2 years of leaving home,
I bought my own. It was neither a Christmas present,
nor a source of fun and games, but by then my beautiful
new bicycle was my means of transportation to and from work.
112522PSCtest, Write A Christmas Poem.
Constance La France. 2P
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
These times do frighten us, so what to do?
It's up you to be upbeat and to negatives, do eschew.
I have brought out my small, white Christmas tree and lit it.
I just stared and marveled at the tree, as I did with joy sit.
I keep it on both day and night now, it glimmers so poetic.
The white tree with mulit- colored lights~delightfully epic.
The magic of sans-news makes my peaceful day.
As the fears that news creates in me, were magically allayed.
I amusingly, fancied myself, a seer of sorts!
Till I heard Wisconsin suggested people put Christmas lights on their house!
(Ah, better than Packer sports.)
This is our time to appreciate and love one another.
Face to face contact, in real time, cannot by the Internet be smothered!
This, too, shall pass as it is written.
The Corona Virus hardly will do mankind in, though some will be smitten.
Remember the numbers never tell the co-morbidity rates.
Just follow directions, pray to God, that he provides you a good fate.
To those of us in isolation, this is no time to mope.
Rise up poet, think of others like you, and revel in hope!
With my love and support!
Panagiota Romios, California
March 25, 2020
7:30pm PST
I did not dream of a white Christmas but prayed for rain.
At 9AM, the trees are stripped of leaves but not of life.
In stark contrast from the summer's dry grass bleached In brown, is a lawn wet and filled with beautiful green grass.
The lemons, although a little late are slowly turning yellow. The neighbor's 'stars and stripes' is blowing gently in the wind.
The skies are clear, but no sunlight beams across the canopy. It's now 48 degrees and there's more rain in today's forecast.
The furnace is blowing comforting warmth into the silenced house. Here's wishing you a Merry Christmas, and praying your day is good.
122521PSCest, A Strand (Dec 28) Poetry, Brian Strand
It’s again that time of year
To celebrate Christ’s birth and fill yourself with cheer
Enjoy the cold and the snow
Kiss loved ones under the mistletoe
Let’s make this year one to remember
Rejoice on the twenty fifth of December
Hang stockings above the fire place
Drink eggnog to put a smile on your face
Sing carols by candle light
Read poems like T’was the Night
Wrap presents and put them under the tree
T’is the season to be jolly
Give your candy canes a lick
Put out milk and cookies as you wait for St. Nick
What should you buy them it’s a tough decision
Bask in your favorite holiday tradition
Send your cards and make your calls
Feel the spirit as you deck your halls
Dream of a White Christmas as you look out your window
It won’t be the same without your favorite movie or show
Remember its better to give and watch someone else’s thrill
And toward your fellow man reach out with your goodwill
Give your heart as a gift and never doubt
That this is what this season is all about
THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME
There won’t be a cloud in the sky today,
But don’t get too complacent.
The weather’s coming from the north
And storm clouds are adjacent.
My job used to be simple,
The seasons were well defined.
But, due to global warming,
I’m feeling undermined.
Why, with November upon us,
Are the leaves still attached to the trees?
What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas,
Now the temperature’s twenty degrees?
I went to the beach, back in August,
Prepared to sun bathe for the day.
I hired a deckchair and a sunshade
But a hurricane blew them away.
We are using too many fossil fuels.
The ozone layer’s parting.
While every day, across the world,
Ten billion cows are farting.
So, if you want a forecast
Of what the weather will do,
It’s really no good asking me.
I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.
31st March 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari
Crystalline sparkling day, translucent night sky,
the harbinger of cheer-laced Christmas time
we celebrated drinking the dregs of cupful joy of heart,
sharing with our long-time neighbor
since when I didn’t remember,
but the luminous smile of their little daughter,
dancing around the glittering Christmas tree,
I didn't forget and waited the whole year to see.
Christmas came that year on the frozen wings
of the melancholic winds of whispering despair,
blew all the candles out, the light disappeared,
searching for the smile on the face of the girl,
gone away somewhere else unreachable
to dance and smile in white Christmas splendor.
My heart mourned the void that engulfed
the dark Christmas night falling on my neighbor.
November 27, 2018
Posted for Contest : Christmas Mourning
Sponsor : PS Awtry
December 9, 2019
Now posted for Contest : Writing Challenge-December, 2019- I Want
Christmas Poems
Sponsor : Dear Heart-Wiishkobi Ode
White Christmas
Our winter days can bring that snow
Which sometimes we're not ready for.
An inconvenience, for we know,
It can become a heavy chore.
But Christmas Eve is not complete
Without her blanket, smooth and white.
And Christmas morn we love to greet
White beauty spread throughout the night.
To watch the snowflakes gently fall
In glow of moonlight, Christmas Eve,
Observe the whiteness drift and sprawl;
A blanket made with magic weave.
Then in the morn, in window's view,
Those pristine mounds of snow we see;
Such purity 'neath sky of blue
Fills up our hearts with Christmas glee.
We dream of Christmas pure and white
Somehow expect that lovely sight
As symbol of the love and light
That shines at Christmastime so bright.
December 6, 2015
1st Place~
Contest: Christmas Carols
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 01/03/2016