Tinseled Poems | Examples

Summer In Wild Abandon

POTD
Tipping the light with curves arched 
and flowing with rain,
she mounts her tinseled limbs
 
on summertime's  crest--
   The trees, seeds, and flame 
in her eyes lightly open
 the fingertips of near August.

Quick to beat on belly drums, 
   her shadow trance melts 
the liquid stars  in one tender rush...
   How unbridled  and young is she,
 holding the skirt that lifts  into a dance 
 of raw abandon:   the moon hangs 
 like a harp strutting a rhumba that drifts 
on gloss of her arms:

And if every detail of silk on her  derriere 
  can be sewn in weaves fondling her shade ,
          this she shall bring too...
 In a summer of July's reckless abandon.

First place~
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Orange Chocolate Christmas

The tree looked magnificently gaudy
I gave and received some off beat gifts
some wanted others highly inappropriate
we gorged on strange dips and orange chocolate.

Wishing you a happy birthday, tinseled Jesus
now blow out those candles into your wish.

Tinseled Treats Poem Two

 

Tinseled treats, hung from our Christmas tree.
Young, saucered eyes, just gleamed and shined 
At the charming, twisting gold and silver art works.
For indeed, these are one of this holiday’s perks!

To a very young child, they whisper of things magical.
Swaying and dancing,they observe from Mother’s clavicle
And though speech, be not theirs, as of yet.
Their artistic sensibilities soar like a fine jet!

Add the scents of frankincense and myrrh,
You will be blessed to hear an infant purr.
Delighting in wonders of the Christmas season.
Every fiber of their being, dances with no reason.

                              12/2/2024

Milo Hates Christmas

I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving
He was the sweetest thing in the beginning
To my surprise
He’s in disguise 
With The Joker kitty I am now living  

This balmy yuletide season Milo despised
My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised
Never expressing gratitude
A clawing catty attitude                                                  
Yet a contented kitty I have surmised

Bells

It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship.
Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch.  
In time, it became the haunting clang upon a reef.
A macabre Nic Nac for cliques that ruled the deep.

They returned like blue birds, lonely for a blossoming.
To pay homage to every sailor overtaken by the sea.
They lay bouquets of flowers, over shadowed grief...
as ghosts pared sweet memories into paper effigies.

Between shuffles of worn decks and ninety proof lips.
They spin tales of crimson seas and horrible dorsal fins...
Torn hearts and sails, forever on a starboard list
Drifting between a blue refrain and the salty mist.

In the graying vein of time, everything's forgotten.
The sweet angelic, the mundane, the eternally rotten.
Gravestones hoard salt within their granite cracks.
Tokens to a time when auroras bled into blackness.

One by one the crew will drift from this pearled realm.
Riding TradeWinds into the gilded scented heavens... 
or becoming driftwood, in the brackish heart of hell...
as the captain sways to the clang of his beloved water bell.

The Catch

Encouraged by hefty gusts    from wind,
Maple swept    his wide reaching branches,
ensnaring half moon    in the wooded tangles    of his arms.

Then heeding wind’s    whispered advice
he teased and cajoled    hapless moon  
   into shaking    her silver dust    down and all about
   to glimmer wrap    himself
   to dust    his dreary coat    of bark
   with tinseled    silver shine.

All the while    thinking to himself,        
I really do prefer gold.

It Happened On a Rainy Night

Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover’s Park

The fluid rhythms, realm of rain
Where lamplight’s stream did gild the lane
Wet leaves dripped dreams from tinseled trees
And pulses flowed like rolling seas

Pre-Seasoning

We’re no strangers to perceptible sacrifice
so, we’ve put all flavors of fun on ice.
Einsteining overnight - alone - is
about as exciting as a windows phone.

But I’ve been-to-the-show as a pinckney,
and in my years of parental-stalking analyses
the juice is definitely worth the squeeze.

Soon holiday parties will be made gold 
by candlelight and champagne cold.
We’ll decorate with reds and greens 
and surrounding ourselves with tinseled things 
we’ll sing songs of angels and newborn kings.

But not just yet, no, not now - now tis the *pre-seasoning* -
a time of unrest, stress and testing - and God help 
you if they’re not impressed with your reasoning.
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slang…
einsteining = studying for exams
been-to-the-show = seen things
pinckney = a child
the juice is worth the squeeze = the reward is worth the work

Tinsled Treats

Tinseled treats, hung from our Christmas tree.
Young, saucered eyes, just gleamed and shined 
At the charming, twisting gold and silver art works.
For indeed, these are one of this holiday’s perks!

To a very young child, they whisper of things magical.
Swaying and dancing,they observe from Mother’s clavicle
And though speech, be not theirs, as of yet.
Their artistic sensibilities soar like a fine jet!

Add the scents of frankincense and myrrh,
You will be blessed to hear an infant purr.
Delighting in wonders of the Christmas season.
Every fiber of their being, dances with no reason.

                      11/30/2022

Abundant Love

Tinseled hearts and alabaster dreams on silk pillows of yesterday 
the scent of mother's hair and the vapors of a sweet cigarette.  
An angel streams inside my memory like a ribbon of silver and gold,  
reminding me that with every Christmas, there is hope, Hope...
Beneath the effervescent lights of the season,  
Christ's spangled love is always present for those who believe.    
Though the winds of change have come to enchant us these days, 
with new fireside stories, its truly the fables of yesterday that hold 
the truest.  Like the ones mom and dad told us when we were just babes.
In a stable far away a Holy Child was born, wrapped in a gauzy light.  
This child of Grace with His miraculous ways entered this world 
many years ago.  He gives us access to His father through His abundant 
love for us, He is a symbolism of all that is true and good in our hearts.

Best Halloween For Me In 1962

best Halloween was in 1962
I was a fairy with silver tinseled wings
felt angelic in virginal white shiny gown
aluminum foil wand looked fancy
I felt pretty maybe for the first time
be a lady my mother said
but two boys tried to take my candy basket
I clunked them both over the head with it
mothers called my mother
I dreaded hearing the phone ring
thought I was in trouble
proud you stood up for yourself Mom said

Put Away the Tree

The time has come to put away the tree.
Her Christmas charm has faded over time.
A month ago she greeted all with glee.
Now she appears the victim of a crime!
Disheveled lights and ornaments agree,
the tree tells us she’s tired in pantomime.
Because we’re sure to miss her tinseled glow,
I say this year we keep the mistletoe!


1/1/2022

A Precious Memory

Shutting the lights on today's rayon memories 
I trade them in for a moment on the heart 
Tinseled thoughts  of chivalrous stories  
of ancient tales, retold from ear to mouth   

Christmas expectations and blue spruce oblations 
snow squalls and  blizzards, sub zero weather 
Inside our dotting duplex a life of rotation 
a father daughter union, together we tethered   

beneath the well lit recall of yesterday's demise,  
lives a treasured memory of father 's minced up pies. 

December 10, 2021

I Excised the Word Xmas

"I want a season that whispers, "Jesus."
                                               Ann Voskamp


'Twas the night before Xmas... No, No. WAIT!
That big X woefully negates Christ's birth ~
A phrase I detest and makes me irate
because it diminishes Jesus' worth.

At Christmas, presents are always gifted
What greater gift could there be, but His life?
Pity, the name of the season shifted
where only joyful merriment is rife.

"X" out Santa Claus from the occasion
and there'd be a tumult of objections.
There's no balance in such an equation.
These are my sentiments and reflections.

I celebrate His sacrifice each day,
sans a tinseled tree or lights on display,
so I have excised "Xmas" as a word
for its use is Biblically absurd.



November 27, 2021
"X" Contest hosted by Constance la France

A Christmas Morning Sonnet

A sliver of light appears in the distance 
calling me like a songbird in the morn 
a silent beam dotted without askance 
it was long ago that my Lord was born
every room is silent here, except mine    
soaring on tinseled dreams of yesterday  
the others sleep, while I keep vigilant time     
I want to be prepared for Christmas Day
A slip of truth slides inside my heart 
I am content to be right where I am 
waiting for a new day aside my counterparts 
living out the season best that I can 
Merry Christmas Jesus, I whisper softly, 
and to the whispering wind, I have Faith in thee.

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