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The Christmas Pirates took to the Seven Seas
They looted and plundered and never said please.
Come on! Santa said. They have to act better than that.
To their Christmas wish list he gave a big whack.
Better give those pirates another chance Mrs. C. said.
She was afraid of these cutthroats, they made people dead.
They are all bluff and blunder, her husband wisely said.
They apologized profusely and did not show unkindness or lead.
They really want to be on the Christmas Wish list Mrs. C. thought.
They were not as mean as she had envisioned, anger was naught.
Let’s give them a chance because they were nice, she said to her man.
I will try my best, but they had better straighten up while they can.
Our Soul's Wish
Are our souls entitled to put any wish ?
Or are bound te follow scheduled path ,
anywhere in Universe or in Earth.
Re incarnation or Metamorphosis !
Mind wishes eternal recognition
desiring earnest for immortal soul.
Not to be perished but to attain goal .
One birth not enough for satisfaction .
Brain stops functioning exhaling last breath.
Body supposed to be declared defunct,
Yet leaving Earthly hub, soul reluctant
to explore an unknown zone after death.
Souls earnestly wish again to visit
loved ones, friends, relatives , associates.
Natural urge sure to appreciate.
Souls pray journey on Earth to repeat.
12/18/22
Our Soul's Wish List
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
There was a man named Maslow, who designed
a hierarchy of needs for every soul.
Foremost are the physiological.
Without food, water or sleep, we can’t be whole.
The other major needs are in this order:
Number 2: security; Third: love and belonging.
Fourth involves confidence and respect of others.
Are there any of these things for which you still are longing?
Most people have the basics met, but think of refugees
living day to day with lack of food.
And think of all the stressed-out souls in category three,
lacking jobs and family! How bad must be their mood.
I’d say a good majority of us and folks we know
have work and loved ones and a roof above their head.
Intimate relationships and self-esteem
mean that our souls’ appetites are being fed.
Self-actualization is the pinnacle
when all of our souls’ wishes are being met.
Then we are creative, wise, and lacking prejudice,
but I think many have not gotten that far yet!
If more souls could feel self-actualized,
I believe we’d see more peace and much less strife.
But people face despair and get hung up
on basic facets needful for living a good life.
Think about the Hierarchy of Needs.
Are you fulfilled in all of them? If not,
you must reflect on what your soul is missing.
Then do your best to fill that empty spot.
Be mindful, always showing gratitude
for what you’ve got, and savor all the good
that’s come to you! We don’t need all that much
to feel the joy of peace and brotherhood!
Dec. 19, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Our Soul’s Wish List Poetry Contest
The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted,
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.
Sears and Roebuck,
Monkey Wards
JC Penny’s,
Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart.
Our wish list grew long
more than one sheet could hold
tears welled up with each toy crossed out.
Until the list was whittle down
Though the likelihood of getting any was nill.
But still
That’s why we called it the book of wishes.
If wants and wishes were hugs and kisses
There would be no need
to thumb through the pictures
and dream.
Perhaps imagination was the best Christmas gift
He had worked hard for this moment…
He’d been focused…driven…undaunted
He’d reached a point in his life
where he could give his daughter anything she wanted…
He proudly asked her to make a Christmas wish list.
She wrote…focused…driven…undaunted
hoping ‘Santa’ would be able to bring her
the one thing she ever wanted.
She finished quickly…her list was short…at first he wondered why
Once he read it he closed his eyes…then he began to cry…
‘Dear Santa’, it read, ’this Christmas ‘all I’m looking for…
I want to be with Daddy…I want to see him more.’
And as he clutched that letter to his heart
he realized what he should be working for…
and that Christmas he made a vow
to be with his daughter more.
That Christmas she unwrapped an envelope
with a letter inside that read:
‘I promise to be home for dinner every night
I promise to tuck you into bed.’
‘I promise to spend more time with you…
I promise I will find a way.
I promise starting this Christmas
to spend much less time away.’
And so he did…he gave his daughter
a gift that didn’t cost a dime…
He gave her exactly what she wanted
He gave his love…he gave her time.
Yes, she got her wish that Christmas
and lived ever after…happily
and through the magic of a Christmas wish
ironically…
so did he.
Mint leaf season vortex gilds sylvan glaze
vivid hue a scented purple ground mist
citrus brume float locus in dewdrop phase
cherry orchard fruit shoots hearthrob wish list
Gold grosbeak pecking ryegrass fare at dawn
scarlet tanager an oak tree crown rite
wet mallard feet drag bird seed round my lawn
flush choral plume behind the hedgerow sprite
Triumphant March of mother earth womb pearls
airy infant whines elate our senses
green sea tides that flurry sunlit moss curls
hub of nodding reeds a ripe consensus
Zeal infuses luscious pastures growing
spring fount heralds jubilance a-glowing
Sponsor : Constance La France
This poem is a sonnet.
Honey we had some hard times
Baby I mean some lean times
So sugar on this holiday all I can offer you
Is my heart packaged, wrapped and address to you
But Baby
Don't open my heart till Christmas
Don't love me tell then
Because I don't have anything to give you
Except all the love I have within
Now now baby I better go
No fair standing beneath the mistletoe
I can't kiss you now
But on Christmas Wow Oh Wow!
Santa Claus we won't need
To put presents under the tree
Because if we wait you'll see
Jingle jangle woo woo wee wee
Now I've been a good boy
I know you've been good too
So just wait till Christmas
And we can cross us off our wish list
So Sweetie
Don't open my heart till Christmas
Don't love me till then
Because I don't have anything to give you
Except all the love I have within
Oops that mistletoe
Santa will never know
Besides we always did presents on Christmas eve
Ho Ho Ho
Very Merry Christmas
Kaleidoscope
A gentle turn
changing colors, changing pattern
greet you live, fill your transfixed eyes
you can’t resist looking even if you may try.
A gentle move
changing feelings, changing groove
enchant you within, entice your heart
you can’t stop trying even in a new start.
A gentle twist
changing concerns, changing wish-list
enrich relationships close, please others
you don’t lose trying even if the mind dithers.
A gentle shake
changing vision, changing track
transform you, fulfill your empty life
you can’t stop doing even in times of strife.
A gentle tap
changing design, changing drape
morph the mind, build colored hope
you can’t desist looking in the kaleidoscope.
I have not started writing poems with Poetry Soup. My poetic journey began about ten years ago and on the way I published three books of poems. My first poem on Poetry Soup was Kaleidoscope posted on July 7, 2017 which was a POTD. This excited me beyond measure. I like the poem because our life is like a kaleidoscope with everything changing in response to whatever we do in the impermanent world. Over time I have been enriched as a poet by interacting with some very fine poets on PS and receiving their encouraging comments. I look forward to growing as a poet of substance by being associated with PS and being recognized through the Poetry Contests which I find very innovative, competitive and challenging.
My thought
The nature so beautiful
The world so enchanting
My poems flow from heart full
Of old songs of life pulsating.
Everything seems to collapse now
Like fragile designs in kaleidoscope
As ordained winds of change blow
I write poems of perennial hope.
The Poetry Soup gives me a scope
To take my say to sensitive people
The travails of life we painfully grope
The hope of new sun on poetic ripple.
August 31, 2017.
Logic falls down
In tedious frowns;
Reason now clowns
As feelings drown.
Sense fragile change
In bonfire strange;
A dying range
In trying change.
Word patterns tell
Of odd dry spells;
Verse rhymes that gel
Chimes where touch dwells.
So fashion flow
In afterglow;
For all you know
Passion can grow.
Upsidedown world
In fearful swirls;
Feel surge and twirl
Of hollow world.
Yet in a mist
Death damns wish list;
A brutal fist
Forfeits life's gist.
Be beyond blame
To cast good name;
Yet just the same
Do light a flame.
Leon Enriquez
28 October 2019
Singapore
Dear Santa,
As you may well know,
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead,
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space,
can't have my gifts falling all over the place.
I hope you don't mind, as my wine you consume,
please try to be silent when entering my room.
I'm a light sleeper and at my age, which is quite a pain,
if I lose too much sleep, then it addles my brain.
You may kiss me sweetly if I'm in deep slumber
mistletoe on my pillow, plus telephone number.
I promise to leave you a home-made mince pie,
though the pastry's gone soggy
'cause the onions made me cry.
Myopia means recipes I really struggle to see
though onion in mince pies' is a new one on me.
But the pies are quite tasty as I'm sure you'll agree
and if you're still hungry, then have two or three!
There's a drop of fine whisky which you may try too,
bought by my late husband circa 1952
'twas in an old bottle I found in the shed
my hubby drank most of it afore dropping dead.
I think you're so special, dear old Santa Claus,
now here's what I would like you to leave in my drawers:.
1. A pretty box - so I may store my false teeth so neat,
so I can find 'em when I gets me something to eat.
2. A walking frame 'cause I am liable to fall,
and falling, alas, does you no good at all.
3. Some California Poppy, as supplies now seem so short,
if this scent can't be found I will smell like a horse.
4. A pair of big knockers, for front and back door.
A warm cosy nighty, don't need see-throughs no more.
5. Get me a back scratcher, please, if you can,
I can't scratch that itch since I lost me old man.
6. Also an emergency underwear kit,
as nowadays there's times when I don't quite make it.
7. If you have a big dog, leave it in the back yard,
I'll treat quite kindly, if me it will guard.
Thats all the gifts on my Christmas wish list,
but I'll settle for more Santa, if you insist.
I haven't been naughty for many a year,
when awaking, I expect all my gifts to be here!
Merry Christmas!
Looby Loo