The world could use more people like Nicholas Winton
Living to the age of one-hundred-six is amazing, but what he did to save hundreds of children from certain death will leave you stunned
A kind compassionate man from England and a stockbroker by trade
As Hitler and his war machine just before the start of world war two were about to start their raids
In Prague a large group of families had gathered in a large campo Winton with the aid of refugee workers was able to get six hundred children to foster families in Great Britain, truly a champ
Not only did he get them out but raised the money to make it happen
To accomplish such a feat a holiday should be named after him to salute what he had done
We should raise our glasses to the people that go out of their way to perform good deeds
We are only as good as our weakest link, let us all reach out to the people in need
I am sure that hundreds of relatives of the children Nicholas saved will do their part to make our world better
Let,'s all make the effort, we can all do it together
Award-winning actor Nicholas Cage -
“Cappola” he was born with. “Cage” is for stage!
He made a quest to find the Holy Grail.
No news of that; it must have been a fail.
Marianne Moore 'SAINT NICHOLAS'
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St. Nicholas was a right merry ol’ soul
Making children happy was his entire life's goal,
With a pack full of toys
For all good girls and boys
For centuries, his dedication we extol.
Written November 27, 2022
trees lift up their skirts
curtsy to storm Nicholas
slug back in armour
9/14/2021
People called "Nicholas" that actually use the whole word as their name,
I bet they're not worth knowing. Issues clearly.
People that shorten it to "Nick",
overlook the fact,
it's literally a nasty sound, ick ick.
That's why I'm Trim, always Trim, or Trimmer,
Trim Trimmer,
chicken dipper rimmer.
Nameisms on Facebook make me a victim,
a pain inflicting victim Nick Trim.
So I say, stop the descrim against Trim,
allow one word names to begin.
no one ever knew what my first name was,
Facebook, understand it was on purpose,
I don't even respond to Nicholas
and Nick is horrible to hear often,
Trim is slim fit and sexy,
I'm dyslexic a git a dipsy,
currently crapulous and rather tipsy,
I'm going now to fight the floor that hit me,
vexed, me.
Who's the big fat reddest suit
the children shout excited.
Who'll take presents from his bag
and hand them proof enlighted.
Who shouts ho
fat ho fat ho
Laughs for children
brash and brough.
Cracks the whip of Christmas Spirit
Beckons kids to sit and stare at.
Fuels the weir for Christmas wishes.
and calls communion Saint Nick Merrit.
JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS
Europe claims a lengthy list of lusty wars
One graced the Church with Brother Lawrence
A giant of a man, hated being dishwasher and cobbler
At a large monastery in Lorraine, France
After the Thirty Years War, intimacy with Jesus
Made him forget every pain, his lame leg, isolation
As he came to know and see Grace face to face
Practising God's Presence, inspiring every denomination
PRAYER:
If you are moved to, Let's agree in spirit, as we pray Matthew 7:7
For all who are in need of healing, to arrest THAT sinking sad feeling
And intercede for fathers, moms, siblings scheduled for heart surgery
All through this Marvellous Month of May, faith is revealing
The Face of Grace, ever giving, for some, Jehovah Rafah, Love Amazing
In the Son, as much in Father and Spirit: ever-giving Holy Trinity! amen
The building is imposing and fearful, a death row,
it is heritage, but haunted and very creepy;
the gallows still remain and hundreds of unmarked graves.
But, knowing all this- I took a dare on HALLOWEEN . . .
I went to my bunk in a dark cell with no windows,
falling asleep, I dreamt I was being touched by hands;
and SCREAMED- I saw a man walking slow and I followed.
H e l l o . . . ! He opened a door and stepped through, I did too-
It was dark, water dripped, then I saw the man hanging,
his neck broken, his eyes bulged and his mouth was smiling;
decomposed dead are crawling on the floor and walls.
I am fighting when hands tie the noose- my body drops . . .
In the mental ward- hands hang me each night as I fight.
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October 7, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/ Nicholas Street Jail
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9477-06-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Halloween Scare Contest
sponsor, Russell Sivey
Second Place
Hair so red
Locks like fire
Nicholas is here
Growing desire
He laughs so loud
But so soft spoken
Leaves my class
Forever broken
Wait five days
Can hardly stand it
Show him memes
I'm reprimanded
Kill the teacher
Hide the body
Back to Nick
Total hottie
Your fingertips
caress my lips
And heavy breaths
amuse my neck
Our tongues dance
wet and twisted
My hair in your hands
tense and tightfisted
Your arms wrap around me
and you pull me close
Skin on skin
we start to roast
Now hot and sweaty
you push me away
My flesh is burning
is all you can say
We lay apart
though not for long
My hand finds yours
where it belongs
Jolly Old St. Nicholas, grey hair, baldy man
A jingle with a twisted cane, see me if you can
Silver long haired beard, red nose, rosy golden cheeks
Giddy-up old St. Nicholas, won't you hurry please!
When the clock strikes twelve pm, on a darkest night
Driving the lonely streets, please turn on your lights.
My big house is decorated, wreaths and ornaments too,
May your blessings come your way, all your dreams come true
Bronson wants a pair of shoes, Brandy wants a shirt
As for me, you know what I want, hope he's not a flirt.
Jolly old St. Nicholas, send me a nice young man
I don't want to be no fool, just to hold someone's hand.
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
With a fuss, children line up, and wait to get near
To look deep into Jolly Old St. Nicholas eyes
Quietly, and from the depths of their hearts
They sit on his lap and whisper in his ear
Their favorite toy they want for Christmas
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
Overjoyed with great big dreams and hope
Children sigh, Please, Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Are the elves focus and hard at work
Working around the clock
We've been very good this year
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
Through the eyes of children goodness
Jolly Old St. Nicholas a giver of gifts
Keeping the spirit of Christmas alive
For some a trust of faith and a symbol of hope
For others joy, Christmas trees, and toys
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Candy Canes and Christmas Cheer
Wise Jolly Old St. Nicholas is on his way here
11/29/2015
Children Story
Every ones heart is open happy and glad that's if they have a heart,
Every ones purse is opened wide whether they have much money or not,
This is the sunny good side of Christmas and he is a jolly old fellow,
St Nicholas can dry up most tears quieten sighs, clear up any storms.
He piles the yule-log high upon the hearth and beckons his brother's,
But there are tears that surge upwards from a source too deep to dry,
Clouds too dense to drive away and deeper sighs too sorrowful to bare,
He finds he cannot banish all pain so he begins to sympathize with it.
He has a gentle hand to lay upon a troubled heart he can weep and feel,
He also feels for the unfortunate and help bear the burden of the weary,
He also listens to the thoughtful retrospect its return awakens the mind,
He hopes on this one day every year people show they care for each other.
After the feast happiness ensues a season of deep reflection and good will,
Many last night enjoyed a dance, dance cards full struggling with admirers,
Some were under the kissing bush or picking trinkets from the Christmas Tree,
Playing games like blind man's buff and reveling in the best time of the year.
Sadness, overwhelming, to come to grips
with such an unpleasant reality
such as this.
To realize, my prince, I was not
your first wish, albeit your first kiss.
I should be sadder, I admit, but it's no surprise
to me, I am not the first to gaze lovingly into
your olive green eyes.
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