Give me a kiss under the mistletoe
as
Christmas comes but once a year
gathering friends and family near
and
if X is a kiss is kissmas a word
if it is it’s the sweetest I’ve heard
X marks the spot now Christmas is here
peaceful joyful and full of good cheer
I’ll give you a kiss here under the mistletoe
as
Christmas is the time for giving
bringing good will a time for living
so
let’s put the X in Xmas
with a kiss for Christmas on Christmas Day
fare that's fine hot spiced wine
and a thought for loved ones
so far away
As blue cornflowers decorate each field giving hope in July.
Kings learn many new opportunities; probing questions;
real self-therapy; unblemished veracity with Xyris yearly zest.
Where's that Bethlehem?
I toiled hard to find out that
It's right in my heart.
Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree
Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree
Children’s faces aglow
Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe
Midnight mass tradition with family
Flights have been cancelled call the hotels!
Humbug to last minute changes and jingle bells
Lil black dress doesn’t fit
BYO Test My Drink Kit
It’s pub night with my standby drinking pals
Merry Christmas
Joyeux Noël
Feliz Navidad
Happy Hanukkah
Happy Kwanzaa!
The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti
Hurt tremendously and disturbingly
The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians
Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients
On their death beds, who are resigned, hopeless
Penniless, helpless, and spiritless.
Haiti needs a mega break from all the powerful parasites
That are still exploiting our precious resources at countless sites
While concomitantly exploring and impoverishing our peasants
Our innocent siblings who perilously work for crumbs and cents.
It is time that all truths are spoken or be told
It is time that we unearth, unfurl or unfold
All vile plots so the world can witness the premeditated lies.
Papa Noël is a well designed invention in disguise
At Christmas time, the hurts are excruciating
And the misery is objectionable and nauseating.
Copyright © December, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Santa clause get me hope for xmas, since its hard for my mind and heart to hope again. Magicians perform me tricks to overcome ths dissapointment and shock, I jst can't bear no more. Scientist discover in me once again, trust and strength to live with this world horrors.
In me, I know not how to react to this devastation, human in collision, both young and old's life in shambles. There's no level or meassurements to curb this might of distress and dispair, its just spilled waters and milk everywhere, hopeless!
In which part of this Earth can I locate reset button, are there any archeologist to help me trace biblical authors's graves and tombs? maybe through them my grievences will reach to God
#Poetic_Ink
We all know that Christmas is commercialized
It is about business, profits and making money
So is Valentine's Day right now. Love is for sale
Hearts are on sale. Love is indeed materialized
Greed is at its best. Some lovers are very pale
Many seniors are obviously sad. That's not funny
Because it hurts to see so many loners
Who are not happy. They are in pain
Nobody buys them: flowers or chocolate
Valentine's Day is no longer for lovers
Yet, it is a very special to go on a date
With friends and to dream of having fun
Things have changed and are no longer the same
This is the truth and that's a bloody shame
Still, I'm wishing you: Happy Valentines's Day
Be safe! Blow kisses and don't get carried away.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
they've also got a guest on
who suffers from, the inability to burp
he sounds so bored presenting
the thing
as i listen, i notice
the lid of the jar of the piccalilli
it states this condiment is,
'the life and soul of the pantry'
on google i look up images
of 19th century pantries
my wife comes in and asks what i
would like for xmas
i want a pantry
X
MAS
T R E E
Hand in hand
When our hearts
Beat in rhythm there's
Replacements if we think
Xmas is a fun time every year
Too bad it couldn't be all year long
HAPPY
HAPPY
Gifts love-packed
Glass-balls gleam around
Plastic-bells compact
Move to and fro without sound
Amidst wreaths, and nutcrackers
Wool-stuffed Santa Claus
Waves his hands like backpackers
Gives a smiling solemn silent pose
Stockings and reindeers
Occupy their spaces as though it's their right
Snowmen on snowglobes with no fears
Mock at the Gnome that resembles a skeleton knight
Nativity Figures and Sets change the zeitgeist
Cardinals, finches, and redpolls rhythm-set
All cumulate their concentration on Christ
Has Emmanuel, in the hearts of humanity, been born yet…?
Merry Christmas,
and happy new year!
Kids are getting their wish
on a day they can’t miss.
The snow is Knee-deep,
And schools are closed this week!
We all know how life goes,
snowplowing should be
Left to the pros.
Blessed with a change
of luck today,
The homeless find
a warm place to stay.
People playing in the snow
Having a good time.
Snows falling and
the weathers fine.
A Christmas party
on every block.
People pray, and are thankful
around the clock.
Stores and restaurants
are closed,
As a lovers pick their moment
to propose.
Everybody can see
The lights decorating
the Christmas tree.
Gift giving with love ones,
Trying not to shed any tears
Sharing our hopes for the new year.
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a happy new year.
Seven children and 6 grandchildren,
When did this happen?
I was a teenager yesterday,
And all I waited for was my weekly pay.
But now I don't know which way to turn,
Every month is someone's birthday,
And to know what to get them is a big concern.
Please don't mention Christmas as it's a month of stress.
But is there anything that I would change.
I don't really think so, but there is a lot to arrange!
"Xmas comes and goes, but if we imbibe its true spirit, hope, joy and peace, like doves, will come to nest in our hearts forever" ~ By Poet
Xmas gives hope to a world so glum.
It is greeted alike in city and slum.
When the King of kings is born on Earth,
The world rejoices with songs of mirth.
Jesus took birth not in the palace of gold,
But in a deserted manger of old
Swaddled in rags devoid of all grandeur,
He wished to be one with the poorest of the poor
The world is under his magic sway,
As love for all is his wondrous way,
Everyone hails the season of joy.
Sing n’ dance and thoroughly enjoy.
‘Jingle bells’ will echo from every street
Young and old, will sing carols sweet
Xmas is the most celebrated festivals of all times
When the world is gladdened by the celestial chimes;
“Glory to God and peace on Earth”!
May.1.2023
Writing Challege- Words with 'W' Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
"A King deserves His full name~Christmas. Xmas is not good enough." By Poet
Can you smell the home-baked cookies,
all the wonderful goodies.
The tree is all decorated,
beneath the nativity scene has been created.
A beautiful word like Christmas,
has been cut down for business.
Xmas will never do,
the word makes me feel blue.
I cherish and relish the sweet sound of this word,
As though carols of the celebration are heard;
My curiousness, in my childhood, got evoked,
To find, with this charming word, the greeting cards cloaked...!
When others wrote the full form, I said, that was wrong,
It's Xmas and not Christmas, loudly I did gong;
I could not believe, even when I grew in age,
That there's another word for this age-old message...!
Why this abbreviation? Did I analyze?
Aren't both these words, within them, great concepts comprise?
Did the use of one word instead of the other,
Did, at any time affect? I did not bother...!
It needed pondering and much meditation,
Until I came to the true realization;
Whether the word Christmas or Xmas, I chatter,
Isn't incarnation of Emmanuel matter..???
27 April 2023
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