Possessed under a spell
captivated jewels sing
Your eyes they hold the sparkle
treasured one uniquely true
Where oceans meet paradise
Bathing inside Salt
Golden sands hold twilight
your footprints dearly beloved
Beauty of you
echoes deeply touched
Under a setting sun
dew drops sparkle diamond clusters kiss
The softest flower dances
Blooming petals crown
Warmly captivated
Held above the clouds
An angel on the mantel
is seen every day
As I sit in silence
In the living-room
The guitar in hand
The angel is playing
Music of a song
Only he can hear
Momma's stockings she made hanged on cherry wood
Attributing back to the days that she could
Nevertheless filled them with treats as she should
Tickled us with stories by the hearth Christmas eve
Enchanting us with smiles, playing traditional "Greensleeves"
Loveable mother I sit, looking at the mantel and grieve
A stretch and yawn, upon the dawn, where golden sunlight warms
Venetian blinds, are wound with care, and opens up the morn
The early dew is drying now, and sun lies on the hills
The chill of night has disappeared, and everything is still
Two doves are strutting on the path, of cobblestone and sand
A clothesline strung across the yard, sails sheets against the wind
A quaintness of a cottage row, hangs on to yesterday
Where doves would sing a peaceful song, to welcome a new day
Inspired by a Painting... 9/1/14
Daddy had a mantel clock on that shelf above the fire.
I remember how it sometimes seemed to call my Sis a liar.
Sis would be out on a date and the wheels of time would turn
My dad, it seemed would always be awake when she returned.
Now Daddy was quite strict on Sis – at nine she must be in.
And she was in real trouble if it was as late as ten.
“Darlin’, what’s the time?” he’d yell as she slipped in..
“Daddy, it’s about nine,” she’d shout, as that old clock struck ten.
Written By John Posey
12/25/12
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Never was there one
A stocking hung with care for me
Only simple tree
Mostly placed was gift or two
Love abided simple food
Sponsor:Russel Sivey
Contest:Christmas Stockings Tribute
Date: December 05, 2011
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Blue velvet blanket mantel dresses
Satin lace trim daintily caresses
On border, golden twine tresses
Azure light-display luminesces
In background, silver candelabra recesses
In foreground, satin Lilies rimmed with lush cresses
Overarching, marble angel with copper harp blesses
Underpinning, tidy Spruce wreath butresses
Footstool, bronze crèche a penitent tone expresses
Christmases Past, on Mantel Hung
Three stockings line the hearth, each one a "tail"
of warm Christmas past, of love
hand-knitted, chewed by pup!
submitted by Susan Buchel for "Christmas Stockings Tribute" Contest.
Written 11/6/2011 with thanks for prodding homespun memories!
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