Long Yuletide Poems
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The Song Of Yuletide
Heaven with purpled eyes less'ning her gaze:
Spectacle drops as new season unfolds,
Atmosphere with cool pleasantries is glazed,
As summer, her tale, to the winter told.
Daffodils and Sidney by the worn way,
Dancing relentlessly as though they're drunk.
Heaven, her radiance on the earth spray,
As yuletide commences her luring song.
Mother to her child portrays the learnt love,
Master to his slave spare a worthwhile time,
The sun and the moon renew their worn love
As yuletide attains the prime of her clime.
Let all nature employ their vacant lung,
While many dance: Some sing the Yuletide's song.
"Gift for a Man".
White, green or pink Christmas trees only seen on TVs and snowy countries
Hide and seek within the soft or spiky branches and leaves of religious boundaries.
Your white, red or green clothes that match the snowman's winter chills
Soft as cotton or frozen as candy bar that fills
One at a time a tree grows
Mountain or flat ground where a tree blows
Energy you can feel with your existence
Paying homage to all who've lived with persistence
Embodying growth and resilience
Outlasting obscure and odd ways of living
People from everywhere who never tire of giving.
Lending hands that groom a stronger line
Evergreens that bloom with a story line.
Naked as trees are Christmases
Every tree that gasps for the masses
Voice that sings your favorite lyric
Each word that sheers your beauty so angelic.
Running on streams so red under your skin tone so majestic.
Beliefs that trees come and go
Each leaf that sticks and falls like a Lego.
Life in every tree that stands
In your eyes you don't see, but lands.
Every step you make, moving around
Velvets you wear or used clothes that sound
Every detail spoken in different patois astound.
In every tree or home where Christmas may not reside
Natural or never watered, arises aside
"Christmas" is the word that will always stand
Holiday above all, unspoken or uncelebrated that spanned.
Resonating merry from branches and leaves in qi
Iron-made or wood or plastic of modern ki.
"Santa" not everyone believed was real
Tripping and awarding people of all ages with gifts and meal.
Mistletoes on doors that knock each day
All day telling you that Christmas is everyday.
Savor the sweetness of the Yuletide...
Christmas you may not know, but lingers
in your mind!
And a thousand birds chant harmoniously, shrill and vibrant,
Bringing spring to forest creatures and urban dwellers;
Come out, come out and breathe the air,
Drink in the azure sky and the golden sun.
Every tree is bright and fresh and standing tall,
Flowers are uncurling and uncoiling in the warmth and light;
Go down to the deep sea and listen to the waves crashing and roaring,
Hold hands and skip along the beach young lovers.
In my kitchen garden the hummingbirds have returned,
Just look at those whirling, twirling wings;
Keep open and uncluttered all the windows and let the breeze in,
Let us leave memories and thoughts of winter winds behind.
Moonbeam evening and sun bright morning promenades are ours,
Nothing is more enjoyable than the perfume of spring to make us hum;
Oh, my heart has been weary waiting,
Put away all winter things.
Quietly bends down a weeping willow tree in the park,
Rest below the shady branches all the day and dream your dream;
Soft like velvet is the grass upon the cheek,
The meadow blossoms within our dream are calling us to come.
Up and down the fields we run like children again,
Valleys lush and emerald green for miles and miles and miles;
Winter snow and chills are gone,
Xmas yuletide is but a distant memory now.
Yes, oh sweet spring has finally arrived,
Zest, joy, happiness and delight is ours to enjoy.
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February 14, 2015
Poetry/Abecedarian/Oh Sweet Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 02-640-759-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Premier contest, Abecedarian,
sponsor Shadow Hamilton, Judged 03/2015
Second Place
Winter is a coming in upon this Christmastide
And snowflakes fall on field and fell across the countryside
To cover brown and green, they spread their one blanket of white
And here and there, a white bump hints at something out of sight
Does he know it's Christmas, that sheepie in the snow?
Most likely not; he knows it's cold with no warm place to go.
He's somewhere there below the white, with snow piled up around
Wondering where went the light, what happened to the sound?
There is no time to hesitate, leave rescue undelayed
Put on your boots and hasten out, armed with your trusty spade
To dig around that snowclad hump that hides the sheepie form
And take that festive sheep inside, somewhere that he'll be warm
So do not get a Christmas tree, they don't belong inside
Get, instead, a Christmas sheep to celebrate Yuletide
Decorate him if you wish; things suitable to chew
For a Merry Christmas spent in company of ewe
Two different lives, from different worlds, were meant to be as one
He became her guiding star, and she became his shining sun
Once they had been strangers, but love brought them together
He had never fathered children, but quadruplets called her Mother
He brought along a gentle love, and was sure enough to give it
She brought along a crazy life, and taught him how to live it!
The day arrived, when they would wed, excitement filled the air
On the fifth Yule day, they said their vows, and end to end were there......
The children, four, came through the door, to crowd the alter floor
He pulled 5 rings, a diamond gleamed, upon her finger worn
And 4 small rings, upon 4 chains, around their necks, he swore
to love them all, and make them whole, and give them all he owned
5 Yuletide Days, 5 gifts he gave,.... 5 times the love, ...and more
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For Shadow's Contest: 12/3/13
'Twas Christmas Eve and cheer abounded in the humble English cottage!
The olde house rang with joy since the children knew with certain knowledge,
That Santa and his reindeer would drop by for a visit later on that night!
Mum was fixing Yorkshire pudding and a goose for their Yuletide delight!
Papa and the kids had trudged through the forest to find the perfect tree!
It stood by the window brilliantly lit with candles for all passersby to see!
Snow flakes as large as ha'pennies wafted down and covered the roof,
To provide a smooth and soft landing place for each little reindeer hoof!
Later they gathered 'round the olde pump organ to sing carols of yore!
Papa read the Nativity Story since the kids wanted to hear it once more.
Mum served cocoa and biscuits with quaffs of hot cider in between.
No mere artist would dare capture with brush this cheery Dickensian scene!
The grandfather clock struck ten and the little ones were shooed off to bed!
They were tucked in bed after stories were read and their prayers were said.
They napped with one eye open when all of a sudden they heard much ado!
Leaping from their beds they tiptoed downstairs where they saw you know who!
'Twas jolly olde Santa busily placing toys 'neath their Christmas tree!
He saw them and said, "Won't you have some milk and biscuits with me?"
Santa smoked his pipe as they sat on his lap playfully tugging his beard,
When to their surprise it came off and the smiling face of Papa appeared!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Happy Holidays" Contest
Meditation Guru Me...
Spiritual tranquility (uber visionary)
welcoming yuletide zen,
sans relinquishing down
lyft ting thoughts
to state of minimal
mental activity, when
after some
few minutes elapse,
there imperceptibly arises ten
den sea for light
transcendent state
to materialize quite
by easing away
from deliberate concentration
coaxing insight, and detaching
thoughts to any plight
ordinarily feasting on consciousness,
and rendering me into
an anticipatory anxious
state outright
clutched by imagined fears
analogous to hearing,
and seeing monsters
(albeit 10,000 maniacs)
during the night,
which lumbering beasts
conjured with very
little (if any) might,
but imps of the pervert
(figure of speech)
scatter like cockroaches
upon dawn's early light
leaving me noggin
scrambled from vivid dreams
afflicting this good knight
wracking mine toes
to head approximately
seventy inches in height
which latitudinal measurement
of this man
doth displease,
cuz imagining myself
bigger methinks defending
myself from bullies,
would hove been ease
zee to manage,
yet in reality,
this lix lifelong man
remembers as a boy,
how he did freeze
even during heat of summer,
and at that time
no Ask Jeeves
existed, thus scared
and lonely yours
truly accumulated
daily inter leaves
of poker red hot anger,
and rage against the machine,
viz human unkind,
thus these latter days
crowded with dis please
zing pained memories,
that doth seize
this reclusive *****sapien,
whereat in mine hovel
nobody can tease
me, only during slumber
nasty, brutish and short
Hobbesian ghosts
disrupt my zzz's.
European heritage evokes many soothing thoughts
Of my ancestors who climbed across the Alps,
Who explored the coastlines of Ireland and partied in London.
European ancestors planted their gardens on Italian soil
And loved certain Great Books by authors coming from Greece
And various other parts of the continent.
I think of Scrooge’s transformation at Christmastime,
The feasts, all eaten during the Epiphany, Easter, and
Other traditional, European celebrations: Lammastide, Yuletide
And Beltane.
With European heritage comes great storytelling, significant symbolism, often expressed in the poems of magnificent Irishmen, like
William Butler Yeats, a person I glorify for their connections to nature and storytelling.
I bathe my spirit in this luscious grassland with wildflowers
For I know I’ve benefited from that significant continental endowment
We traveled on Odysseus’ journey across the sea, where he struck Medusa
My imagination later explored faeries on the Emerald Isle, reached out for
Shakespeare, who then flew into the Heavens with the angels
Today, I’ll take a brisk walk across town, but my mind will be far
Away from others, high above the mountains, in the clouds, with more stories
Igniting the flames of my desire, the Coat of Arms adorns
The castles hiding in my heart, imagining the Romance Hero who awaits his Lady in the next imaginative novel
A world of the common man and woman, a world of the contadini,
Country folk, noble planters involved in the
growth of agriculture, management of the terrain,
A return to continental roots;
May these roots be strengthened through the acceptance of other ways, with blessings from diverse non-European cultures that teach us valuable lessons:
Asian
African
Aboriginal
And More
Christmas was coming very soon and a little boy's heart was glad.
He kept giving clues daily of his wishes from Ole Santa dear.
His Dad with a twinkle in his loving eyes teased his young lad,
Now, Sonny Boy, you might be getting nothing for Christmas this year.
Young chap had seen that wry twinkle in his eyes many times galore.
Heard Dad use it at anniversaries and birthdays all the time.
His heart was racing as the days came to December twenty four.
And he hurried off to his bedroom as soon as the clock struck nine.
Those words “nothing for Christmas this year” brought tears falling off his chin.
It would be a Yuletide disaster that would hurt him to the quick.
Down deep felt he had not been as good a boy as he could have been.
Soon he was asleep, putting his faith in the goodness of St. Nick.
At dawn, he awoke to odors rising from mama's cooking pots.
Could sense wonderful aromas of cakes, yams, dressing, and turkey.
Dad was calling him to come downstairs and see what Santa had brought.
With the speed of a fifty yard dash runner, he was at the tree.
To his dismay and shock there were no gifts, no toys, no bike to ride.
He fell to his knees and began to cry, feeling so very sad.
Then felt a nudge of his pajama top, something wet on his side.
Surprise, a cold-nose puppy with a waggling tail and big brown eyes.
Tears exchanged for shouts of delight; he forgot about a toy.
Glancing at his smiling Dad with eyes full of Christmas joy and cheer,
You said Ole Santa might pass me by; just kidding your Sonny Boy.
Naming puppy Nothing, 'cause I got Nothing for Christmas this year.
Christmas is coming,
the year is nearly done,
now’s the time to wonder
if life is really fun.
This year is at an end now,
its story almost told,
are you warm and cosy
now the weather’s getting cold.
Did you live this year in full
or did it slip away,
enjoying every minute
or dreading every day.
Lets hope the yuletide brings us
memories sweet and dear
and not the pain of living
through another dreadful year.
There’s those who want for nothing
and those with nought at all
but things don’t makes us happy
even if we owned it all.
It’s people make us happy
and it’s people make us sad,
not the things we live with
or the things we never had.
The lonely face a Christmas
of seeing other’s cheer
while drowning in the sorrow
of the time that they most fear.
The happy face a Christmas
of goodwill and joy for all
with love of friends and family
to lift them should they fall.
So spare at thought at Christmas
for those that are not glad
and try to understand the things
that make them feel so sad.
Be happy with your lot in life
and celebrate in style
but also please remember
that it’s people make you smile.
So if you wish to give a gift
that lasts the whole year through
don’t look around the shops all day
that’s not the thing to do.
For there’s a gift that free to give
that helps to soothe all pain,
bringing joy and happiness
in sunshine and in the rain.
At Christmas time a child was sent
to mankind from above
to teach the world that we must share
the perfect gift of Love.
Ivor G Davies