Poetry Blogs (2014, Christmas)
Neressa Anthony on Deceit tells us: what they have is better than ours (4 hours ago)
A seasonal re-post of my attempt at a Christmas carol - now that Christmas Eve is upon us.
I'll let the content speak for itself and trust you can follow the words in the absence of a
Happy Christmas to all on WOL !
Wednesday 24th December 2014 4:09 pm
This morning waking up winter cold
I witness the white morning.
Stilled in the sharp sunshine the sky crackles.
The sleeping trees creak quietly under
a sigh of snow, thus. And the children,
stunned by frost-edged windows, wonder how
the ice-etched glass mimics here estuaries,
there flowers, here stings fingers.
Very soon it's down dancing into
the garden dazed by t...
Sunday 21st December 2014 11:01 am
Sublime Christmas, you come bejeweled
filling with magic every home
with your noble expression of generosity
Along the tree, gifts, lights,
the dreams that come reality,
and others that remain behind,
feelings of love invade us nostalgically
with sadness for those who are no longer with us
Suitable time for love,
friendship, spiritual wealth,
Saturday 20th December 2014 3:17 pm
Do they know about Christmas in Pakistan?
Has anyone told the Taliban?
Those callous corrupters of the Koran
Who slaughter kids because they can.
"Suffer little children to come unto me" -
Christ's words resonate with minds that are free
But not with Hate on a killing spree
"Suffer...little children!" is Hate's decree.
Do they understand Christmas in Pakistan?
Wednesday 17th December 2014 6:58 pm
Christmas is a time for remembering the past, especially family and friends who are no longer with us.
But humanity is blessed with eternal hope and optimism that serve to keep us going towards.....?????
How fitting now in deep December
When days are short and spirits low
That in our hearts we will remember
Those we knew who...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 1:50 pm
Santa Claus isn’t real -
there, I’ve gone and said it.
Just some smart-arsed marketing ploy
to stress your Christmas cards of credit,
an old Bavarian legend
glammed up and pushed by Coke
to give a job each yuletide
to some fat, be-whiskered bloke
who likes a little tipple
and knee jogging some pre-pubescent cutie -
under any other circumstance
you’d report him to pro...
Wednesday 10th December 2014 5:03 pm
He’d three lines and a gleaming neck,
stank of Imperial Leather.
I was gagged and tidemarked,
the Mother of the Messiah.
Under strict instruction
I smiled beatifically
with muted mouth, and purple feet,
in Bethlehem, in Primary.
Virgin Mary, Mother of God.
Silenced, made to breed.
But Joseph (famous cuckold)
was worth three lines of speech.
Monday 8th December 2014 10:29 am
This was orginally posted at www.uink.ca
This was inspired by the song "Let it Snow", still the same kind of up beat feeling. Enjoy.
Well the weather is making me spiteful.
Even if it looks delightful.
I still don't want to go.
In the snow, the damn snow, the damn snow.
It has been falling all day;
I can't seem to get a break....
I wish I had no where to go.
But I do, in the snow, in ...
Monday 1st December 2014 3:55 pm
24 days before Christmas Day.
24 days of cold chilly nights.
24 days of laughter, joy, and spirit in the air.
24 days where people are a little bit nicer.
24 days of giving to those in need of help
and to those we love and care.
24 days of playing in the glistening snow.
24 days of Christmas songs sung.
24 days of preparing for celebration.
24 days of counting down
'till Christmas Day.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 9:50 pm
It took a while to grow
The Christmas tree, you know
And for weeks it gave us Christmas cheer
Draped with decorations
Befitting the time of year
But now January has come
and the festive season’s done
but we’ve another use for the tree,
we’ll chop it into logs
and burn it on the fire.
It’s sad really,
because it took a long while to grow,
The Christmas tree,...
Wednesday 15th January 2014 1:23 pm
It's nine 0'clock it's up the dancers
Time for the siblings to settle
With the kids snuggled up tight
Into the attic you climb
The operation at full fettle
With all the parcels of toys and treats
Retrieved from the dusty enclave
You soon feel guilty about the santa imposter
Who you claim resides in a cave
While the kids snooze soundly in their pit
The gifts ...
Wednesday 1st January 2014 11:53 am