stars in eyes
two brothers
nay, friends
hugging
accordion bellowing
the preacher waltzing
the friends hurraying
celebratory
partying
in old westward ho
old-fashioned merrymaking
without all the noise
of the media
a tiny huddle
of villagers in dim light
do stars guarantee a brighter camaraderie?
Come, let us all be merry,
For gay carnival is here.
The brass bands are in full swing,
And liquor is free.
Many were dressed in costumes,
The fancier dressed galore,
Trucks decorated in fun.
Fireworks hued the sky.
Merry was the prettiest M that ever could be
She was swirly and floral, a gorgeous sight to see
We tried to compliment her, but she did not hear
She was unassuming and modest, a melodious dear
She could carry a tune, marvelously melodic and fine.
Many merrymaking suiters stood next to her in a chorus line.
Each wanted attention, because Merry was totally lovely.
She was truly the prettiest M that ever could be.
Kenya kangaroo flying colorful kaleidoscope kite
gnawing nimble gnashy night crawlers on Nairobi’s night
enticing enthusiastic Englewood eagles, filling them with excite
making melodious music, merrymaking magic as they might
cardinals singing
regal red merrymaking ~
priceless photo spread
U-Universal
L-Lights
T-Twinkle
I-In
M-Miraculous
A-Assemblies
T-Trailing
E-Edge
C-Cheerful
H-Hymns
R-Regaled
I-In
S-Season’s
T-Tidings
M-Merrymaking
A-Angels
S-Sacred
S-Spirit
G-Gratitude
I-Incarnate
F-Festive
T-Thoughts
T-Together
O-Offer
H-Hope
U-Understanding
M-Mutuality
A-Attachment
N-Newborn
I-Inspiration
T-Tender
Y-Yearnings
Merry making among friends was in full swing.
The hedgehog was pouring his ale with a sing.
Mouse the bartender was being liberal with drink.
Everyone felt cozy, warm, we were all in the pink.
Merry making among friends extended to enemies too.
We all became comrades, in the flowers of blue.
The caterpillars did flying tricks to entertain us.
I became a best friend with a wren name of Gus.
Fun-loving faerie dancers are merrymaking today
Frolicking with fancy moves, high kicks. Hooray!
Their merry making is helping the breezes sway.
Melodious magical melodies are heading your way.
You may not see them, but your senses know they are here.
They lift your heart, help your soul feel excited and dear.
With optimistic hopes and jubilant joys and jumps,
The faerie dancers help you out of the dumps.
Mid-morning waking
Merrymaking
Mixed drink shaking
The holidays baking...
Cheerful leave-takings
'Stay-in-touches' making
Happy bones aching
Joyous yearly undertaking
MERRY MONTH
Many Merry Metamorphic Memoirs
Makes Mole-heel of a Merry Month.
More Mouths to feed from Mary to Mother and
Momentarily Monitoring Most Merry Mongers
Mostly Male Merrymaking Machos,
Mesmerizing Maids Messing-up Most Men so...
More Mumbling & Muttering of Merry Mimes Makes-up our Memo
Making Merry-dance Merry-go-round,
Many Merrymakers Makes this Merrymeeting Memorable,
Manipulating My Merrythought to Marinate Merrymaking Memories.
Merry Christmas migos and...
Merry, happy new year in advanced Merriment. Many Cheers!!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©December, 2019.
A twinkle within people’s eyes,
the homeless extending hands…
Joyous children in their surprise,
as a lonely man sleeps by his pans…
A Santa by the corner stands,
some see silent Christmas skies…
Merchants with their demands,
others in their cuddled cries…
A Christmas party begins at six,
some decaying amidst their deform…
Sipping cocktails to get their kicks,
while others must weather the storm…
A fireplace inside to keep warm,
a woman urinates the cold bricks…
Merrymaking is the new norm,
others praying upon their crucifix…
Dining and dancing in their hall,
the true meaning of Christmas is lost…
A very merry Christmas to all,
while others are being tossed…
A couple frolicking in the frost,
as the hungry have death for their decal…
People buying no matter the cost,
A lonely Christmas silent sky does fall.
Dec.15.2019
The darker side of Christmas
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
N/A for contest
If it was December and….
If I was an ancient Roman
But I assure you, I am not….
I would be feasting and merrymaking like mad
Celebrating the Festival of Saturn.
Or Saturnalia if you prefer.
As many ancient Romans do.
But alas, I am not Roman, only ancient.
And December is almost three weeks out.
So let me begin this poem again.
There is a place I will not trend nor will Angels least attend,
Where witches mix their brew and the warlocks let it spew…
All spiders on the walls keeping busy with their creepy crawls,
Wolves howling at the moon dancing darkness in their commune…
Beware evil spells incantation as you turn to stone upon creation,
The Ghosts there that reside spooking the halls no place to hide…
Vampires that wake the night are happy to see you before they bite,
Footsteps that never ceased echoing eternal of the family’s deceased…
Gremlins and goblins in their yearn watching bodies as they burn,
Demons dancing in their dine macabre merrymaking in their wine…
The serpents serve their deeds within the silence as Satan seeds,
Frankenstein wakes in his den reading stories of the haunted pen.
Sept.26.2019
Haunted Poetry
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
One Rhythm
As I wake up one morning
I notice a bountiful living
Whoosh…Whoosh…the cold wind blows
And the misty sky drizzles with tiny dews
Then everything moves in one rhythm.
The trees are gracefully swaying
Those playful leaves start waving
The crickets are noisily squeaking
Even the birds on their nest join by chirping
Then everything moves in one rhythm.
The water’s excitedly plunging
With its big waves continue rushing
The sea creatures are happily bathing
All begin with a grand merrymaking
Then everything moves in one rhythm.
His creations are truly great
With one rhythm like music in a certain beat
That rhythm is a command and must do the solid treat
To use His delightful gifts with ample care
For us to have a better place
Then all move in one rhythm.
01/08/2018
Not Just Any Old Rose.
All the guests have gone, left for their
homes. A night of dancing, drinking and
merrymaking. Victoria is engaged to
John. Her love, her darling,her sweetheart.
From the age of five years old they loved
each other. Its as old as time, honest,
and reliable, friends, best mates, a pair.
The wedding is next year in August a
day to look forward too. Their love is the
lasting kind, warm, scented like a Tudor
rose garden, full of vanilla perfume.
He holds her hand and strokes the small of
her back, she almost purrs with contetment.
What bliss to be so in love, a rare thing.
Sponsor. Mark Massey.
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