Beneath the cusp of Sagittarius
The archer stands to aim his arrow bold
Poised to reign on heaven's great nebulous
To pierce winter's heart to usher the cold
Early frost kindles blazing hearths inside
Where huddled happy souls snuggle by fire
And speak kindred words of future Yuletides
Festively singing with voices inspired
Thanksgiving supper brings smells to delight
Friends and folks rejoice with good hearts living
The blessings of days with holidays bright
The wondrous festive 'Season of Giving'
Beneath the cusp of Sagittarius
The gift of thanks brings out the best in us
November 3, 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Completely Your Choice (29) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
yuletides, blessing, family, friendship, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
Bare unto the world her beauty stood both of us knowing
As smiling within a twinkling and grace filling, her perfect eyes
Cream de cream; amid this yuletides lovely moment afore it's place
Whereupon the stockings be they love, were so gently lain ? She adorned....
Of Creation's vesture a glass her light; holding paradise: Wrapped, in ribbons and bows.
Categories:
yuletides, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
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Bare unto the world her beauty stood; both of us knowing!?
As smiling within a twinkling of grace, filling her perfect eyes
Cream de cream; in this yuletides lovely moment afore its place ~
Whereupon the stockings of love were so gently lain and, she
Adorned in creations vesture with a glass of light; holding paradise....
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....“Wrapped, Amid Ribbons & Bows” *
Categories:
yuletides, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
Do they celebrate Christmas in Heaven?
What a glorious sound it would be
if all of the angels were singing,
gathered round a big evergreen tree.
Will you have some children to read to
like those wonderful yuletides of old?
Will you be chosen to tell them
the story you happily told?
Another Christmas without you,
I'm missing you still, my dear son,
but if they have Christmas in Heaven
then perhaps you will not miss the fun.
I know that God must have noticed
how you like to spread Christmas joy
and perhaps he will let you play Santa
to a small angel girl or boy.
I can see those small cherubs jostling
to be invited to sit on your knee,
while you tell the old beloved story
of how Christmas Eve came to be.
By: Joyce
Categories:
yuletides, imaginationchristmas, christmas,
Form: Rhyme