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Advent Wreath – Simbolo ng Pasko
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Makahulugan ang Pasko
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Makikita, mapapakinggan
Matitikman, mararamdaman
Oh anong karanasan?
Gaya ng “Advent Wreath” na makikita mo
Sa simbahan, pader o pinto
Isa sa mga “Simbolo ng Pasko”
Isang hugis singsing na
May kandila
Sagisag ng liwanag, buhay at pagkakaisa –
Isa lamang ito
Sa mga simbolo
Ng makahulugan naming Pasko!
-12/01/2019
(Dumarao)
*Mga Simbolo ng Pasko
One night out upon the raging sea,
In a storm so dark the stars did flee,
When in a moment a massive wave,
Sent a ship to a cold, watery grave.
From another deck, a wreath was thrown,
For the brave crew that joined Davey Jones,
Red roses that marked an unknown spot,
A simple act done with profound thought.
Those of the sea spurn long morbid woe,
But give honor to those lost below,
In a sea that offers much can take,
Friend and foe that demands great respect.
Upon the shore, gentle waves roll in,
Bringing a message from those brave men,
True mates resting in that murky den,
“Given the chance, we’d all sail again.”
Not to sail again is thought amiss,
Fear of the oceanic abyss,
And its haunting terror cannot keep,
Men from sailing o’er the briny deep.
A slough of love
serenading moonlight
A snowball chance in a dream
Buffalo riders playing rodeo
A lovers touch in spring
petrified on time
Absent friends
on the wreath of time
She has made a gorgeous wreath the older lady said.
Not being able to see that the white flowers were skeletons.
It’s obviously for Halloween, someone replied.
Another person asked why, as skeletons are “in” now.
The older lady had no idea why they were speaking of skeletons.
She was speaking about a wreath, with huge white flowers.
She had never seen flowers with huge black seeds like this.
They were uniform too. They must have been silk.
The youth just prepare for their future
by giving importance to school.
Wisdom is a crown of strength.
It brings honor to man.
It's more than a gold
because learning
makes many
people
great.
Our Christmas Wreath
At the door there is a big ring.
It is made of pine and has several cones.
There is one for each member of Our Home.
There are lovely red ribbons, for all those we care about.
You can not see the boughs, or limbs that were used,
but you can smell them.
Beneath Christmas Tree Was A Wreath
Beneath Christmas Tree we saw a wreath;
Thought about Jesus and His much grief;
Born and bred,
In a shed,
And of Him on church window is a motif.
We never knew how long Jesus was in the
barn after his birth. He was there when the
wise men came.
Jim Horn
Draw strength, draw strength from those who died
Make peace with those who lived
For in our memories all survive
Their deeds their times outlive
For peace they went, for peace they fought
Though some would not return
Yet with courageous deeds they taught
That freedom must be earned
Now we in peace and freedom dwell
This heaven they bequeath
To those who challenged death and fell
We dedicate our wreath
And though with passing years it seems
Their legacy might fail
Yet in our blood and in our dreams
Their souls are marching still
We Placed A Perfect Wreath
On unknown soldier tomb we placed wreath,
Body remains are buried below and beneath;
That we respect,
In manner correct;
All that was left are broken bones and teeth.
Jim Horn
FOR MOST A WREATH
a crown of delight
a circle of hope
a knocker’s decoration
december came knocking
just before christmas
it was the brisk wind
a baby removed from her crib
from the one who used to
play peek-a-boo with her
a christmas without a tree
a wooden truck nearby
crafted by a carpenter
three days before christmas
a truck explodes past a stop sign
a card exposed to tire treds
we make a solemn trip
in the cold dark winter
two beloved children return
to the place they were born
they don’t even mourn
for their grandpa is dead
Kim Rodrigues © December 2016
My Grandpa died when I was 2 years old. They put a wreath up that year. He never liked them for they used to signify the death of a loved one. Many years later, my Grandma says, “You know you were your Grandpa’s favorite” So I dedicate this poem to him who was a carpenter but also a poet!
A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY
A clew within this virgin card from the head
Which you denied and now which gives you hope
Has come to me. When you opened your mouth
The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder
Your hair tossed, though neatly cut
Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress
Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp -
Knowing pollution, spoilage, missiles;
Behaving with me with speech-robbing words,
Soul-hurting cynicism, lethal logic.
Now I’m staked to the ground, a paling
Around my house where golden children
Will never flower, who once flowered
In your heart of satin’s reddest hearts.
By Rosemarie Rowley
I lie on a mound of earth
Ebb of agony swells my consciousness
In the mist of farce
figures fade out
Innocence of paper boats
drowns in the floods of tears
A rainbow ascends mourning
the lost kiss of little feet on its hunch
Butterflies flutter in to the crevices of oblivion
ignoring the touch of little fingers
Forlorn and forsaken
I lie on a mound of earth
Rain seeks pores on my body
Black wreath full of moments of the holiday
Skulls that light up with great fear of Halloween
Red lights in the sockets fills this horror day
Terror from this wreath comes surely from what’s seen
There are bats galore and with orange pumpkins
A witch is in the middle with just her whims
Placed on an orange door this wreath does stand out
With the word “BOO” just to scare all those about
Russell Sivey
Creating a wreath
An ornate Autumn beauty
Orange its color
Seemingly perfected piece
Of pine surrounded by leaves
Russell Sivey
How often I have watched the sun descending into dusk,
and dusk, absorbing sun, exudes bright flavors for the eye.
It's eye candy, often variegated, splendid in its hue.
Those hues, dessert at end of day, sweeten with succulent delight.
What delight in skies of mango, cantaloupe or marmalade,
a marmalade of tangerine with raspberry mixed in!
Sometimes in vanilla skies are Crème brûlée or honeyed gold;
golden dollops of meringue above a lemon ball of sun.
Other times, sun lies concealed by clouds in chocolate skies,
or chocolate with the purple-gray of poi in cotton candy wisps of pink -
pink or bright red cherry heavens, sometimes luscious plum -
that plum reflected in blueberry seas; what treat in watching dusk!
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