Is He crowded out of Christmas
By the commerce and the cry
Of a thousand advertisers
Urging everyone to buy?
Do the cards and coloured candles
And the clustered fairy-lights
Keep the Christ-child in the cradle
Of a distant eastern night?
Keep the cardboard cut-out manger
Keep the shiny tinselled star
Keep the neatly-kneeling shepherds
And the wise men from afar.
Keep the feasting and the parties
Let the wine like rivers flow
Keep the glamour and the glitter
Brighten up our winter show.
Keep the Baby in his cradle
Keep the Mary mother mild
Keep our Christmas safe at all costs
But in self-indulgent style.
How for you this Christmas season?
Did the Christ-child come for you?
Categories:
tinselled, christian, christmas, faith, jesus,
Form: Blank verse
The snow fell like white tinselled stars.
She was in love, inhaling of planet, Mars
Studying his angel, silken strands of hair.
Oh, how longingly, his warm love to share!
On Arctic-like ice, he did most happily kneel.
Tightening her white skates, with glistening
blades of steel!
Winter’s precious moon lavishly did shine
On these two,lovers, where the lake was frozen,
so romantically, divine!
Peerless moments like these, they oh so fondly
cherished.
Long after their children were gone, their candle
of love, stays vibrantly eternal.
And, no, not for an earthly second, will it ever be
extinguished!
~For Robert and his late wife, Vera, Hinshaw~
12/6/2022
Categories:
tinselled, imagery, innocence, love, winter,
Form: Couplet
Ihaveno useofthepauses
Punctuation, starts at the end.
I live for words that aren’t quiet right
Alliteration grows a tail
Words that don’t seem to
come to an
As if awaiting for a friend
I can see the reflection
of the breaded buildings
charmed facades
in the tinselled windows
of the ever growing
death empires
or glance to earth
and see
the rain bowed
covered
mud puddle
or
watch splinters of light take human form
just to understand a hug
Watch blackest seas eat its way along the shoreline
but as you pass the guy staring
at the sky
maybe cast an eye
naive never left here
Categories:
tinselled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What man would welcome the bonds of mortgage,
Drown in a long drink of boredom each night?
For celluloid loves we’d gladly forage,
Evil and despair we’d gallantly fight.
Childhood dreams put in permanent storage,
Follow villains into cowardly flight.
A life ordinary needs no courage,
Unlike courting harm to put the world right.
What woman would so crave stability,
She’d aspire to be a coupon maven,
Betroth herself to tame maternity,
For a rut no makeup can enliven,
Spurn the kiss of dapper virility,
Pass each tinselled day ever more craven?
A whole world resigned to mortality,
Thus chases life with double-o-seven.
Categories:
tinselled, adventure, fantasy, film, life,
Form: Rhyme
The luster of the dipping sun
How wondrous to behold--
Its veil encircling oaks and cliffs
With hints of fire and gold :
Then tinselled beams illuminate
A passage down the road;
Mirroring spangle of lanterns
As this heart yearns for warm abode.
On days like this…I seek relief
From uptown’s rhythmic noise--
Where faceless crowds scuttle around
That lulled breaths grant me joys:
While back at home to gather strength
For quickly wanes the light--
Till calm reflections blend to fuse
Embracing hushed midnight.
For BRIAN'S CHOICE H
Categories:
tinselled, day, peace,
Form: Rhyme
Jesus reduced to a sign
Two intersecting lines never meeting the end
Gods name whispered in death night talks
Sighing humanity humbled by nothing
Chocolate sickness and tinselled flat foil
God the unpowerful unknown and blind
The voice inside never hearing the call
Your creation stares through and sees the mist inside
furtively trying to piece a mixed jigsaw together
with etheral hands
WE are the sacrifice
You our punishment.
Categories:
tinselled, humor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The poet says that war is a wasteland.
But there is a crueller breeding.
Where those who drink coffee
And breathe the secondary smoke of their lovers
And drink the Scottish honeyed poison
And those who make slavish mortgage payments
And chase the tinselled glory of the cup
Or the greasy position
Or the fickle adulation,
Waste away in their own self.
Where the innocence of the childish
And the trust of the good man
And the naturalness of a pure women
Is hijacked by their sin nature.
The playground of the cheerful dying
is found in the skeptic of the extra dimension
who says seeing is believing;
those who are blinded by unbelief of truth.
The wasteland of the Adam nature separates death from life:
What is true from the truth,
The game from its purpose,
The mask from the face,
Tradition from it's reason,
Oil from water,
Salt from pepper,
Heaven from Earth.
Nothing eternally remains there
Nothing spiritually remains there
Only an inhabitanted wilderness
Where the heat breeds the life that rots.
What a waste.
Categories:
tinselled, christian,
Form: Free verse
.......................Merry Guests Of This Season...sonnet
Crystaline laughter, greetings, and snowflakes.
Tinselled trees draped with ribbons, laces, and
Bows. Tiny, sparkling glasses of sherry.
Ladies in delicate chiffon. Red berry
Woven wreaths of holly, juniper, wound
With silvered streamers, curling round the door
Open to all, this season of Good Will.
Winter not allowed, yet the outside chill
Accompanies merry, homeward bound guests.
Blazing fireplaces wait patiently to
Warm and cheer those opening the door. Frost
Breaths soon disappear. Parties are hosted
Each night of this Season. Friends not alone,
Family gathered again all at home.
Categories:
tinselled, celebration,
Form: Sonnet
They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep them
smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.
But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.
Categories:
tinselled, christmas, corruption, december, depression,
Form: Free verse
Winged horse
bright,star studded
my dreams fly with you tonight
light years beyond this starry sky
Pegasus,take me there.
Night sky
a tinselled cloak,
unveiling it on your wings
a journey among twinkling stars
nearer to God's home.
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Contest:Pen a Pensee
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
By:kash poet
Date: 7th July 2012
Categories:
tinselled, imagination,
Form: Verse
A star tinselled sky,
A fleece white ground,
Smoke curling high
From homes all around.
Silence outside enfolds the earth,
Inside a nervous warmth wild
Where a mother gives birth
To a wished for boy child.
The heavens asparkle,
Their hearts are alight.
Framed by the moon's circle
The home is filled with delight.
No sound without can be heard
In a world cold as the tomb.
His thin wail does thread
Through the couple's bedroom.
Bright the moon appears,
Clearer than any bell,
To the joy of his parents'ears,
His soft cry soars to a lusty yell.
Categories:
tinselled, family, life, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme