Christmas Work Poems

Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.

Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering...

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Plum tuckered from the Polar Express,
off the rails and despairing of goody-
goody gumdrops and sweet words
that impresses many a poetic treat.

Preparation of Victorian sweets, via...

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Jack Horner was an impish little boy, who lived on Cherry Orchard farm;
That produced varieties of fruit. For a mellowing sun, kept groves warm.

The Horners...

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Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.

In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and...

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they're cold but they don't judge
blue lights respond to everyone
even her, so small, hiding
in a wardrobe
tree lights are other lights
sparkling joyously, festively
it was difficult watching...

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It's Christmas season, the merriment season

The smell of a fresh season, blooming with love

Christ the reason for the season, a song we always sing

Singing joyously,...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front...

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My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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We write to you, your elfin crew,
To wish you joy and cheer!
For Christmas is upon us now -
The climax of our year.

We've toiled together -...

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Midnight comes and I'm lying in my bed wide awake due to 
Anxious thoughts of what will happen tomorrow at the
Staff Christmas party. No doubt...

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From the Pearl of the Orient
A name was born without dent
A laureate in reticence
A paradigm beyond silence

Composer, poet and lyricist
Over four thousand songs on his...

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I spy the usual overly animated party goers
Their finery makes me suddenly remember
I back away from the keyhole so others can enter
my heart leaps with...

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At the Depot

As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn
to waiting homes no mails are borne
from the depot.
Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans...

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