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'Twas the night before Christmas quite a long time ago
I was nestled snugly in bed with my brother Joe
The stockings were hung neatly on our footboard rails
While we dreamt visions of Barbie’s Dollhouse and Motor Maniac trails
Mom and Dad to make it our special day
Sat with our gifts, wrapping papers, toolbox and a tray
All over the carpet, they were scattered about
It was such a mess, there wasn’t a doubt.
“Now, hammer it, twist it, blot it right here!
Slide on the seat, and staple the chair!
Handle it with care, it’s a costly brand”
“Oh! Honey”, said, Dad “You just glued my hand.”
Alas! The toys were assembled and gift-wrapped with coloured strings
Now lay stacked under the glittering Christmas tree for both siblings
Dad said, “It’s going to be our greatest Christmas to date
Just wait to see the joys of surprise on their faces I create.”
He dressed up as Santa with a matching red cloak, cap and trousers
A stuffed belly, a white beard to disguise his visage and manners
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!” he exclaimed stepping on a Christmas bauble
He tripped over and fell on the floor with a loud thud after a wobble
His cap fell off his head and his beard hung dishevelled
He lay there on the floor all unnerved and puzzled
The act came to a sad end and woke up the little lad
Lil Joe sprang up from bed and exclaimed loudly, “Hey! that's Dad.”
Sometimes,
sailing in ebony blades
of saturnine seas
brings forth a forsaken froth
of scarred reveries,
when musk-ochre
tints of sunshine cease
to slice through solemn
scarlet skies and
cruelly-coloured black-pearls
shimmer as an obsidian beacon
of forest-green intentions,
caging pantoums of peace
in glass-jars of
bleeding sandalwood-scented
butterflies, entrapped in
sapphire patterns.
My spirit is often ablaze
as a crematory where
opal-gold truths are buried
eight feet under the raven crusts,
and I rise as feathery-flames
in hot-bronze furnaces
of diamond-dragon's
chauvinistic cave,
so that heart's papier- mâché
cells never sacrifice their
rosemary plasma to
eagle-edged egoes and
noiseless yet suffocating
sonatas of narcissistic
nestled woodpeckers.
I believe, life is wistful
like wilderness of a white-wolf,
growling besides midnight's
brim and howling to the
carmine moon, wrapping
peach-sunsets of serenity
in fluid-time, unfolding
scattered shades of
sonorously rustling foliages,
shimmering in breezes of
crumbling claret twigs and
satin seedlings whining
to the list of traitors,
for their unborn lavender buds.
So, swear not under the afterglows
of august skies and
let me float on the
crest of azure waves, in my
snowflake-capsule, being
immortally evanescent,
As every promise is like
a betraying magenta melody
of crepuscular youth, fading
in forged futuristic pastels.
In the wake of the holidays
The hustle and bustle are no more,
And pieces of wrapping paper
No longer dance across the floor.
The bells are silent
Without donating a ring,
The rhythm of Christmas carols
We no longer sing.
Crumpled shopping lists
Adorn empty carts,
As new toys begin
To lose their small parts.
Decorations are taken down
And boxed up till next year,
Strangers pass by
With no greetings of cheer.
Stores offer big sales
On leftover stuff,
And New Year’s resolutions
Become very tough.
Santa hangs up his hat
As he fades quietly away,
Kids return to school
As routine returns the day.
A quiet calmness
Settles over the winter season,
As cabin fever sneaks in
Trapping us for no reason.
In the wake of the holidays
When the excitement slips away,
Its our credit cards
For the next year we pay.
Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,
Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.
Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.
Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.
When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.
As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.
This is a breezy and starry night,
with no strange sounds to induce its mystery;
lingering with sadness is the loneliest heart
opening the pages of an unfinished diary...
as I sit alone drinking my bitter wine,
but it should be sweet to make me feel fine!
Has anyone seen me swelling with pride,
wrapping my arms around her hips
and pressing on her soft and scented lips...
until my wild kisses would make my sweetheart fall:
wasting not a minute to convince her how I felt inside?
How could her jealousy have been the cause of imagination?
I couldn't help being noticed by ladies of indiscretion...
if I resembled an Adonis standing on a pedestal!
Should I find anyone to explain this rage with easiness?
Would anyone be willing to stand by me
and allow me to be the kind of lover I try to be,
or let me die without ever knowing the feeling of fullness?
I still wait by the doogwood tree
where that pretty star stood still...
giving us another reason to stay longer
by the glimmering waters of the river!
This is a peaceful and wonderful night
hearing the invisible crickets share their delight;
I lie beneath the shadows of tall trees,
and make my wish for more dreams:
hoping to never feel this cold,
being fully loved and understood...
Consumed by incomprehension,
somehow swelling with pride,
and yet I rest amid the dreams of incompletion;
my restless spirit has wings to soar high,
but it needs the strongest wind to lift it up...
and make it float 'till it can't stop!
There was a little girl. She was Sue May,
and sweet was she. Of that there was no doubt.
It happened she’d been born on Christmas day,
so on that day, poor Sue May got left out.
Her many siblings raced down to the tree
with Sue to find their presents piled up there.
How quickly they tore wrapping off with glee.
But Christmas for them ALL seemed not quite fair.
A child needs special recognition on
their day of birth. Though she did not complain,
Sue’s parents over her could barely fawn,
and gladness for her cake Sue used to feign.
The summer after her sixth birthday, Sue
walked in her house, met with a happy cry
of Happy Birthday from all whom she knew.
Her parents gave her Christmas in July!
July 23, 2022
for Tania Kitchin's Christmas In July Or July Celebration Poetry Contest
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Dear HUBBY,
YES FOUR years of marriage today and
YOU made me happy thru evry single one! This anniversary is very special to my heart bcz its the first one as an parents. I am so grateful fr sharing dis adventure with You!
Celebrating this year of togetherness is a wonderful feeling ever!
Dear hubby,The Platter of life which You offered is always sizzling hot!
Spinning the cocoons safely embedding us in Your sheath is the bliss,
Making us understand the things,sharing,caring,building up the relations much more stronger than the previous one!!
The nuggets of wisdom which you give always is a treasure kept close to my heart bcz of which my complexities of life hs been resolved, looking forward for more such advices.
Plotting the paradise beautifully with every single move for which M on cloud nine for this years of journey together.
Yes years passed by but every single day is a dawn for me being with You, Sinking deep in to the heart of Gold,
YOU always ought to give me not only the love but connecting me is the master piece feeling of my soul,for which I thanks almighty a million times.
Thanks for being with me in my toughest times,thanks for giving me a beautiful angel "HAZEL" in my life,
Loved the way You always propagate positively, energizing me in my downfall!
You are the precious pearl shimmering at the core of my heart!
Thanks for watever YOU are and requesting you to b the same forever!
Wrapping up with my post as this words are nt sufficient enough to simply adore you.M'Glad we r together, making this day remarkable in many terms & M'sure you will embark my life with grace as always!!Loads of love to you hubby!!
Christmas isn't Christmas without carols to sing
Christmas isn't Christmas without bells to ring
Christmas isn't Christmas without the nativity display
Christmas isn't Christmas without riding in a sleigh
Ho Ho Ho by golly it's the season to be jolly
Cookies and milk for old Santa Claus to see
Leaving presents galore under our Christmas tree
Stockings hung and overflowing
Yule log a glowing, children knowing
Santa on his way with toys and treats on his sleigh
Christmas isn't Christmas without holiday snow
Christmas isn't Christmas without mistletoe
Christmas isn't Christmas without holiday cards
Christmas isn't Christmas without a tree top with a star
Sweets and treats all season long
Glorious foods and drinks to feast upon
Shopping and wrapping and time out for napping
Decorations of green and red decorate everything
Christmas isn't Christmas without bright lights
Christmas isn't Christmas without singing Silent Night
Christmas isn't Christmas without the holly on your door
Christmas isn't Christmas without friends and family to adore
Build a snowman and snow woman too
Hot chocolate everyone's favorite brew
Candy canes and old fruit cake
Eating pies plate after plate
Christmas isn't Christmas without the star of Bethlehem
Christmas isn't Christmas without Three Wise Men
Christmas isn't Christmas without the joy to share
Christmas isn't Christmas without the birth of our savior dear.
I was rushed to the hospital on a cloudy day.
After twenty six hours I was moved to a peaceful area.
There was no more pain, no more danger.
I could hear footsteps, then,
the voice of a nurse talking to me.
I couldn't concentrate too much, her words were
thin
threads of scent
floating in the semi-dark space.
I could sense her coming closer to me.
She
was carrying
something white,
too white not to be noticed by my heart.
All of a sudden I felt panic.
I was scared.
The white cloud was moving...
Time stopped,
sounds
fading away
in the motionless reality.
What was that?
Why was it brought to me?
Are clouds rewards for good people?
As I was wrapping my arms around it I noticed that my cloud had fingers, blond hair and a
tiny nose.
I felt that the cloud was mine and looked him in the eyes.
Then, for the very first time,
I saw...
my Christopher
and...
I smiled.
for Sami's contest "Heart's Warmth"
I met a Mr. Dreamy handsome guy on a dating site,
and talking and texting him was a delight !
After a few weeks we decided it was time to meet,
and without hesitated I said yes in a heartbeat !
I wanted to look sexy for him on our first date,
so weight loss- I planned to accelerate !
To help in the illusion I purchased a body shaper
it was black and stiff and fit my body like wrapping paper !
But, lets face it the shaper "thing" was really a girdle,
and for sure I would not be jumping even a small hurdle !
So, the day arrived and I put on my pretty new dress,
and the "thing" and I did look two sizes smaller was my guess !
He seemed quite dazzled by my beauty ... and shape,
but I am thinking- from this "thing" is there any escape !
We went for a walk first and I was having trouble walking,
with each breath taken- the shaper "thing" was blocking !
So, we get to a fancy Italian restaurant and sit down,
but I excuse myself right away and start looking around; !
In the washroom I remove the "thing" that was me,
oh, will he mind- I am two sizes bigger when set free !
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July 22, 2021
Poetry/Couplet/The Body Shaper ''Thing''
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-904-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, An Interesting Couplet
sponsor, Funom Makama, Judged 08/05/2021
Fifth Place