My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.
On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.
As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.
Pretty, paper packages of red and green,
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.
I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley
Humming the song
a memory glides
Back to the moment
and a magical ride
A toddling child
I'm taking delight
He is holding my hands
I am hanging on tight
I'm standing on Daddy's
leather brown shoes
While sweeping the floor
together we move
The tenderness brings
a moment sublime
My memory still sings
as the rhythm keeps time
His favorite song, blue
will treasure that day
Enchantment we knew...
as the radio played
...................
My heart aches and hurts without you
my arms want to reach out for you to embrace
and to see your smiling face.
Remember our song "Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain",
oh, so many memories that song brings,
of our courting days, and of other things.
Without you by my side, I feel emptiness,
you my lovely dear are part of me
miles apart and to you I want to flee.
My mind clouded with your image
wished time had shorter days
each day I learn t love you in so many ways.
You got your blue slip on Zezes that Zeses ala ala BEll
Play music right boys you nasty boys Play the music
right boys you nasty boys Zezes has her blue slip on
in the white house of ill repute don't rebuke luke
and all the gentlemen, give me la la bell Zezes give
me la la lay lay al Bell the Libery Bell of Lady Liberty
you nasty gentlemen, you nasty gentlemen, give
me la la la Bell zezes got her blue slip on la la lay
lay al Liberty this isn't louisahanna purchase. you
nasty gentlemen
Sitting at the keyboard,
Playing your little tune,
It’s hard to realize,
That I lost you,
With the smell of roses,
Scents of your hair,
I visualize on the pillow,
That your still there…
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
But all I have of you,
Is this little tune,
In nothing but that sexy black bra,
Strolling my street,
I still hear you talk,
About the reasons why,
Remember when,
We got those matching tattoos,
With my name,
And yours too,
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,
But all I have of you,
Is this little, little tune.
I slept and saw Africans with blue eyes in my dream.
One of them looked so strange and sad,
Others smiled with pearls of teeth
and all they sang something about the sea near the far country.
The person with sad eyes brought a huge basket.
Pineapples, oranges and fluffy peaches were in it.
Multi-coloured parrots and the hummingbird
merrily have spoken with each other,
Bright flowers blossomed around.
But the Africans have gone away
and have carried away my dream.
All has disappeared.
Only an old star above our house
blinks and looks into snow...
... But listen:
Maybe some black Africans
do have a blue eyes?
A sea of Blue Mountains
As far as the eyes can see
Sing about your blue tapestry
Sweet Blue Mountains
Your purple majesty
Deep in your eyes
The cool rivers flow
Hills and pine trees
All covered with snow
Eagles fly high
Above every hilltop
Blue Mountains roll
Down to the blue shore
Blue eyes watch over me
Sweet voice sings back to thee
Sing in every chapel
Sing a Tennessee wedding song
If Blue Mountains could sing, then
All the church bells would ring,
And sing, Blue Mountains is where
You belong
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