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Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: celebration, christmas, december, inspiration, jesus, religious, tribute,

- Peace, Love, and Gods Greatest Gift -




The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly

Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King

Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny

Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond

Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud

The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently

Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind

Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far

Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy

We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door

Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud

And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay

Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light

Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have

As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart

God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve

Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son

The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention

Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger

Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beauty, birth, december, love, mother, spiritual, winter,

Birth Of A Swan



Out of the darkness star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - a strewn snowy stream gracing the depths of the black swan night Earthbound from the realm of the pulsing Polaris -- traveling through time zones of timeless inspiration to timeworn emotions -- snowdrops aquiver with purity and fluidity waft down in a shiver of night glow with the pale softness of the first pearly plumage through the ripening plum of a twilight turn rich in intuitive fertility where points of illumination germinate on the Cusp of Prophecy and cultivate in the star-dusted zenith of Capricorn Inspirited by the steadfast fire of the North’s guiding gold her solstice soul of innate sparkle - a whorl of Oneness in sky-dancing swirl ever enchanting the chilled expanse - lifts the sinking sun and celebrates in a Winter festival of cosmic love tilting the axis of polar points re-balancing the swoon of the sun and the moon - whispered gifts cast adrift like white-winged echos lilt with the lightness of vesper hymns resurrecting the youth in December’s dawning bloom with renewed petals passion-dipped in rebirth; flaring fingers of narcissus light lengthen - bestirring dying embers in heartened hope’s hearths and delaying the daily dim of scarlet-scarfed sunsets radiate with lifeblood-promises of warming tomorrows Unifying luminous energy within and without plush in the lush phenomena of Spirit and Nature she comes to nest and rest on maternal sandy shores destined to glide liquescent circles fluent in her transcendent love E a r t h b o r n Susan Ashley December 20, 2018 ~~~ the Birth Of A Swan is dedicated to my beloved mother, AliceHer birthday was on the winter solstice, December 21, 1936She embodied all that is revered in the symbolism of both the swan and the winter solstice, and will always be loved, cherished and missed by those of us fortunate enough to call her mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend ~~~ *black swan night: until their discovery, it was presumed that black swans did not exist and that all swans were white; hence the expression, a black swan, referring to something impossibly fantastic, or a phenomenon that occurs even though it had been thought to be impossibleIn the context of this poem, black swan represents the unique nature of this rare night as an extreme event of good fortune* *the paper white narcissus flower is the birth flower of December and represents youthful innocence, faith and new beginnings*


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, christmas, december, love,

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long, coal black curly hair far down on her back, and 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with such bright
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of angelic content with
A glossy coat so radiant and sprinkled with pearls and diamonds.

Out of the woods she walks so quietly in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully, 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with an angelic guard; 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina speaks the animals’ languages
And this is an enchanted reality known only to the forest animals; 
The birds play in all their splendor so fine without sorrow and they 
Fly while Carolina—the “Fairy Maiden of this Enchanted Forest,”
Keeps watch carefully on the evening horizon while the snow falls
Now apace in the hope and wish for such a marvelous and majestic
Christmas—while in the distance the ground is now frozen frosted 
Hard and like shining and sprinkling silver in the mist until the very
“Rays of Enraptured Sunlight” break in the morning mist—this most
Wondrous image is at once so divine and fabulous to behold and 
Cherish as the annual “Spirit of Christmas” now comes alive again

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud— 
And then all of the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his “Red Nose” so beautiful, and oh so bright—                
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children—just like sweet-sounding little voices wonderful so in 
Dreams singing such celestial tunes while a bright light appears 
So magically on the horizon while planes from all over the world
Begin landing with such precious cargo like loads of neatly written
Letters from good little children—and with this joyous occurrence
Santa Claus begins calling his elfin troops into quick action while 
The “Leprechauns” do the heavy work as they are much tougher
But all the while the “Old Fighting Irish” in them reflects a softer
Side while the Leprechauns drink a drop or two or three of some 
Fine old fiery Irish dew to keep them both warm and smiling like 
The very wee Little Devil in them—so mischievous and all—but 
So content and happy to be part of such a delightful moment of                                      both memories and joy for “The Little Children of the World.”
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work 




 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: celebration, christmas, december, inspiration, jesus, religious, tribute,

Peace, Love, and God's Greatest Gift

Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind 

Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see 

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe 

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention 
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: christmas, december, feelings, inspirational, june, love,

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

Christmas Gifts

Christmas time was lonely for this young boy.
He lived a homeless life upon the street.
Remembering before, when life held joy,
Inside, warm and cozy near a hearth's heat.

Snowmen always seemed to share such delight
That he thought he would build one near each home,
Maybe joining in a fun snowball fight,
Always creating snowmen in the gloam;

Sweet surprise for families unaware.
Giving the only gift he could think of
In building each snowman he took such care,
For it was his kind way to share his love.

These gifts brought him such happiness to see
Smiles upon surprised faces filled with glee.

ring size 6  purple, green or blue


Poem Details | by Xavier Johnson |
Categories: december, feelings, love, sweet, universe,

Infinity feat: GeorgeLuis

GeorgeLuis: Deep demons breaking my heart
But I'm still smiling, trying to play the part 
Time, time ticking in my head
Now life is like walking on a thread
Feeling alone, God send an angel instead 
Real purpose of smiling again? Is there new love waiting ahead?

My angel keeps me company
Her love is my astronomy
Knowing every little thing she would do for me
Like I'll die for you, you die for me
I know one day I'll die in your arms
My love is yours and your love is mine
And I hope for you this is not only rhymes
You begin to notice my feelings give energy
My love for you is now until infinity

Xavier: Hopes of something new
No lovers in my view
Though my options are plenty, I'd rather be with you
She doubts we can be serious
My heart keeps me curious
Let rumors hold me hostage, with drama there's no healing us
Tears flow down your cheeks
Your past has you weak
We can take off high speed, leave the baggage in the street
Have I convinced you enough?
Or am I running out of luck?
I'll untwist us from the wire, if we ever become stuckSo what's up?
Attempting to charm, I share thoughts deliberately
My love for her is now until infinity


Poem Details | by tara jennings |
Categories: absence, analogy, cry, december, grief, how i feel, i love you, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, metaphor, missing, missing you, mom, moon, mother, nostalgia, spoken word,

Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.



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Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, blessing, growing up, growth, life, love, peace,

December

Delving in the dreamy depths, I look up
Endearing all who behold my expressive eyes.
Crawling into the dark to see contrast of light,
Embers glow immaculately in my stupor.
Married to the tenderness and comfort of family,
Brave I am to stand in the wilderness of the unknown.
Even in content I confess,
Remembering the cold is what helps me cherish the warmth within.

December 13th, 1993
written: August 10, 2015
For the contest, "Birth Month Acrostics"
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot


Poem Details | by Bobby Mielke |
Categories: loss, lost love, nature, seasons, heart, spring, heart, me, spring,

December to May

The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-

White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.

On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-

Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.

I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: beautiful, bird, dance, december, love, winter,

Snow Birds Softly Sing


And when the sun rose Again she came to dream Of lace stiched beauty Upon the vale redeem Where white snowflakes dance In crystal sunlit beams To flutter soft revealing words Snow birds softly sing Her garb of fancy feather Her spirit of sunlight glow Sing a song of endless beauty Of love to him bestow And now the peaceful call of starlight Draping the walls of dream Flicker a light of silent beauty As the snow bushed trees sway


Poem Details | by Ann Gilmour |
Categories: christmas, death, december, memory, true love,

THE LAST CHRISTMAS CARD

Christmas Eve two thousand and eight
Such a terrible year for my darling
For the cancer had spread
Terminal they said 
Just two days left
We were both bereft

For forty one years we exchanged Christmas cards
Expressing our love and devotion
But my very last card from you my love
Full of forty one years of deep love and emotion
I bring out your card when the season begins
I treasure your words and hold them within 

The tenth anniversary of your passing nears
How did I get through it; there were so many tears
How did I survive without you by my side
We thought we had forever, but then you died
But reading your message upon my card
Brings you back for a moment, even though it’s still hard

Whilst reading the last words that you ever wrote 
As I read them again a lump comes to my throat
For I know they were written by your own precious hand
Coming straight from your heart, into my heart they land

 
27th November 2018
Competition: The last…
Sponsor: Silent One
1st placement


Poem Details | by Arden Gopela |
Categories: emotions, judgement, love, together, visionary,

MAY DECEMBER ROMANCE

                     Cold winter, sprouting spring, seasons they do not agree
                     Our love's defined inessential, citizens they do not agree
                
                     They talked of money and status - her intentions of love
                Happens in a heartbeat - whatever reasons they do not agree
                    
                    Have you ever been in love where you're blinded and equal?
                        Conflicting to compatible - horizons they do not agree

                              For my eyes are growing old and gap is too wide
            I was accused and she was judged, our emotions they do not agree

                          However, we'll sing and dance like nobody's watching
                  Better to be hated for than to break a person they do not agree.




Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Christmas Is Approaching - The Pantoum Style

~Christmas Is Approaching~
(Pantoum)


Christmas is approaching 
Us so fast by now 
There's rejoicing more cheer 
Hearts in Christmas glow 

Up so fast by now 
Child Jesus will be born 
Hearts in Christmas glow 
All with His love trueborn 

Child Jesus will be born 
He brings only peace, love 
All with His love trueborn 
With good tidings from 'bove 

Christmas nearly here 
There's rejoicing more cheer 
For He's the reason 
Christmas is approaching


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


December.22.2016


~Author's  Notes:

The  " Pantoum" is  a  French  poetry form or style


Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: christmas, daughter, journey, love, natural disasters, seasons, snow, winter, day, friend, christmas, daughter, me, time, christmas, daughter, day, december, friend, london, me, moon, time, weather,

SUMMER, WINTER SOLSTICE - 2010

It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standardsI had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape TownI had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocketOn the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas seasonA few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the RitzI chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the RitzThen reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solutionI could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of adviceMy daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashionLater that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flatI gladly acceptedShe is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrivedIt was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departuresAt the airport everything was in chaosWe were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelledThis was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticketSome people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier). I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to LondonIf I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted itArriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the dayThis I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed themI phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the gardenIt was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
moths dart between moon flowers - lunar eclipse
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringingSleepily I took the callIt was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven amMy friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teethI offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time. The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinationsHeathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morningWe were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew memberWe were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished toBy the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among usA radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airportIt was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories
steep steps to flat shut out the bitter world - a heart pounds
**************************************************************** *The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solsticeIt was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia. "bitter" means piercingly cold....A term commonly used by Britishers... "flat" means apartmentThe Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or articlePlease see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku. Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haikuThe range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: blessing, celebration, christmas, december, family, god, joy,

Christmas Love

Christmas Love

December’s that special month,
For heavenly thanks and grace;
Family renewal time,
And our special love!

We celebrate with great joy,
And think of others we love;
A time now for God’s Blessing,
And His sincere love!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 1, 2015 (Dodoitsu)


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Christmas Comes With Love - The Tanka Style

~Christmas Comes With Love~ (Tanka Suite) I bought this for you And want you to know today How much I love you It's given with all my heart Celebrate Jesus we do Christmas can be fun Make best of the time we got After all is done We can sing and dance a lot Excitement in all just shown Some snow starts to fall Christmas trees glistens with lights By now fall is gone Stars shine shimmering the nights Folks shop crowding all the malls Children laugh playing Outside while snowman building Hang ornaments on tree Lots of smiles Jesus is the key Children happy when toys see. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 December.17.2016
~Author's Notes: The "Tanka" is a classic form of Japanese poetry and is related to the Haiku Wishing you a Very Merry Christmas And Very Happy New Year!


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Make A Joyful Noise - The Snowflakes Style

~Make a Joyful Noise~ (Snowflakes) Snow Falling Soft to the ground As the children just play Making snowman As they Laugh It's A nice Winter day And hearts aglow With cheerful And happy Songs Christ The child Was born on This Christmas day Rejoice that The King Came. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010
November.21.2016 ~Author's Notes: The "Snowflakes" is a poetry form or style created by Erich JGoller.


Poem Details | by Seth Callaghan |
Categories: break up, december, farewell, for her, lost love, love, nostalgia,

Memories Of A Lost Love

 Cold weather, sun setting, a December afternoon,
I was staring at her, as she passed her hand by her cheek, and she bit her lip,
The wind in her face, waving her curly dark brown hair.
An unexpected jumble of feelings roamed through the air.
A whole new set of goals and dreams, adventures and memories,
Of what it seemed the beginning of the end..or was it the end of the beginning?

I still remember every little thing, every little detail, every word we both said,
But I question to myself..Does she remember as well?
Such a question, a good one indeed, but I am not sure if I want to know...
What I do know is that if I live another day, another time, another life..I will choose her once again

For her, for only her, I write this note, 
Whose voice gave me peace, and whose love made me whole
You led my path through dark times, you carried me off the edge of the fall, and picked me up when I did fallMaybe I was not the greatest, but be sure I was the only one whose love was pure and true
I still can not forget, and yet you banished me from your reign, lost in the clouds on this dark sky which now I travel without your guide.

For her, for only her, I write these feelings,
But I kept asking to myself..Does she remember me as well?

- SC, Jan 2015 [Dec, 02, 2009*]

1st Place in the MID JULY STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by Brian Strand.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Oh Christmas Tree - The Tree Of Life Style

~Oh Christmas Tree~ (Tree of Life) Oh Wondrous Christmas tree! So full of light Up there shining high. Love watching you all time Lighting up all the street,room. Happy faces glowing all around. During Christmas season you bring cheer Jesus is the reason for this season. As we celebrate that Jesus Christ was born, With pretty decorations and beautiful lights. Oh Christmas tree,you are a lovely sight to behold! So beautiful So colorful Bringing smiles With a bright star Gladdening hearts For the King came. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010
December.15.2016 ~Author's Notes: " The Tree of Life" is a poetry form or style created by Christina R.Jussaume.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Merry Christmas To You - The Lucky Fours Style

~ Merry Christmas To You! ~ (The Lucky Four) Christmas is A beautiful time of the year When we celebrate that Christ was born There is joy Christmas trees are seen everywhere And people go shopping To the mall Shops display All kind of decorations, toys For all good girls and boys Santa smiles There is joy And outside is starting to snow Children make a snowman They have fun There is cheer You can see people smiling too They're having a good time Christmas here Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014
December.18.2016 ~Author's Notes: " The Lucky Fours" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000, on December,21,2010


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: business, christmas, imagery, river, sad love, sound, water,

December Rain

It is the middle of an unusually warm Connecticut December
dark drizzly deep afternoon.

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
she props herself against back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out 
listens to wonder how her life is the same,
and different,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind their backyard,
while the river of cars in front
shuttle up and down the state highway's over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "I'm passing by...."

Passing.
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back,
across the front yard Advent
of early evening's commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing commodification
flowing stealthily and syncopatedly impatient toward,
and then by-passing away.

By-passing,
messiah's mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors 
surging through more urgent toxic time
invest to completely commercialize
this Birthing Wonder's self-purgative sacred flow
into co-therapeutic nature.

Flow,
transubstantiating home and families
into consumer markets
float down her river of mid-December's discontent
with waiting.

Discontent,
gloaming river fog
spreads miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light,
waits for her family's bus
to deliver this December night's transforming birth.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

C h r i s t m a s - The Senryu Style

~Christmas~ (Senryu Suite) Christmas approaching family friends together bring in Christmas cheer Beaut'ful Christmas lights hanging from all Christmas trees such pretty colors Love family and friends decorations and good food presents galore too Family tog'ther happily they celebrate Jesus Christ was born. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014
December.10.2016 ~ Author's Notes : The "Senryu" (also called the human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese poetry form or style.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Christmas Is A Beautiful Season - The No Ones Style

~Christmas Is A Beautiful Season~
(The No-Ones)


Christmas
Beautiful day
Family gather around and
There's happiness
And joy

Christmas time
We celebrate with cheer
There's a lot of shopping and things to do
Some places get so cold
And snow fall

Christmas trees just shine
Folks prepare for this time in many ways
Cause Christmas is a great day.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010



December.23.2016


~ Author's  Notes:

The "No Ones" is a poetry form or  style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.






Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Christmas Days So Near - The Fives N' Threes Style

~ Christmas  Day Is  So Near ~
(Fives and Threes  Style)


It's a nice day and
Winter's here
The days are short and the nights are very long
There's peace and all is quiet
And all around you can almost hear the sounds of Christmas now
'Cause Christmas day is only days away
Most folks are preparing their Christmas lists and looking forward with very joyful cheer
Outside the snow like fairy dust falls on the ground
Christmas shoppers hurriedly make their way to all stores, windows displays are beautiful
Children play around making snowmen
There's much love joy happiness in the hearts 'cause Jesus was born.
In just a few more days
Will be Christmas, a most beautiful time
Everywhere
Christmas trees now shine.



Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015


December.20.2016


~ Author's  Notes:

The "Fives and threes" is a poetry form or style created on, 22/9/2010 by George LEllison.








Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, december, love, romance,

Was I Dreaming

Hell when the wind blows over
howling fiercely cold in different voices
twisting inside the whistling tunes in torment
One from a past long buried a ghost appears
wishing in beats of hail reliving the past darkness

Then the thunder roars reality
as the lightning lights up a December night sky
flashing inner vision my coming fate awaits 
such pains returned the awful nightmare awakens
looking up such sadness gripping the heartache
small crystal balls sparkling rain down

Alone I light my candle wishing 
black a ring around the wrists 
I tighten steel begin to pray to God
within the pain of swelling wrists
smiling feeling peace in innocence 

Tears fall in such shattered dreams
with a promise full of happiness love 
As you began to know me 
I felt our future bright together
golden sands our spirits and souls danced 
Into the realms within a fortress crowing queen
we both wished that day to stay here together forever


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, christmas, december, love,

Oh Holy Christmas Day - The Hotan N' Acrostic Style

~Oh Holy Christmas Day~
( Hotan/ Acrostic)


The snow is  falling
Christmas Day is almost here
A most blessed time to spend 
With family 
Let your heart rejoice
Jesus came 
In manger was born
Wonderful star announced his
Birth all through the sky.


Christmas day
Holy day, when Baby Jesus was born
Right here it is, enjoy it this day
In a day like this He came down to earth
Santa Claus worship him all the way too
Tender day, oh Holy night
Most wonderful time of the year when you 
And I let our voices sing songs to our Lord and
Saviour because He came to save us all

Day oh what a wonderful time when all the
Angels on heaven and on earth rejoice, a day when
You and I join our hearts and voices to celebrate that our King was born.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2010


December.11.2016


~Author's Notes:

 This whole poem is composed of two poetry forms or styles, and both written separately.
 First it is the Hotan, which is a Japanese style of some sortAnd then right after and below it is the one written in the Acrostic form.


Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: celebration, christian, christmas, december, happy, joy, love,

My Name Is December

My Name Is December


Hello dear one,

I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”I mean that 'I'm worth waiting for More about that later; but my arrival is really out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

I am one of twelve, each of which has a different life span with a certain amount of daysI knowYou think that our time is so short compared to your own span of uncertaintyBut we are okay with the way we are, and we never debate our destiny with our makerWe take each day as they come, and make the best of each one whether it’s bright or not.

By the way,  you look familiar and remind me of someone else I’ve seen beforeHave we met? O, pardon me please My name is December, and I must say that I’m not late, but I am the last My name comes from the Latin word 'Decem' which means ‘ten’ I know that you are wondering why my name means ‘ten’ when I am presently the 12th month of the year  You must understand that I was the 10th month until my number was changed to the Gregorian  Calendar from the Roman Calendar Don’t you wish sometime that people would leave things the way they found them?  Anyway, I still think that I am the most popular month of the year More about that later.
 
I and all my siblings never cease to arrive each year at different times with various tasksSome of us, 7 to be exact, live to be 31; 4 of us make it to 30; and for some reason, one of our brothers, February by name, lives to be 28; but occasionally, he gets stretched to 29 Please don’t ask me why, because I’m not that smart.

Did you know that I am the first month of winter in the Northern Hemisphere where I also have the shortest daylight hours of the year?  And did you know that I am the first month of summer in the Southern Hemisphere where I also have the longest daylight hours of the year?  I sure hope I got that right 

I don’t claim to be the most famous, though I really am Please?  Do not repeat that to my 11 siblings I must say that perhaps more money is spent in my 31 day life span than any other month; more gifts are exchanged; lights are their brightest; more decorations are put up; and many people feel that a big fat guy name Santa Clause comes from the North Pole on Reindeers, bringing lots of toys to kids the world over O, by the way, did I say that Christmas came in the month of December?  And did I not tell you that l was worth the wait?
10232015 (Contest, "Screwed X11",Rob Carmack


Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: beautiful, body, cheer up, cute love, december, desire, destiny, first love, girlfriend, love, lust, mountains, nature, new york, paradise, passion, peace, rain, romantic, true love, wine,

Jayne

I see you every day
near the Hudson Bay.
Your body is like wine
but, your mine.
I know other men tried to win you over-
they all failed-
because you are meant for me.
Your name is like a lost French folk song,
or New York City in the rain
I seek no sorrow and feel no pain 
when I hear your name, Jayne.
Our love will never go wrong-
you look like the sun rising over the mountains of Montana,
or the misty moonlight over the Black Sea
because you are the only one for me.
Some call you glory in your grace of glory
but, that's another story.
even then, 
I will love you
your my psychedelic lover-
will you love me too?


Poem Details | by larry johnson |
Categories: romantic, december, love, me,

Mary Beth

Mary Beth You remind me of the sun, soft and warm. Not yet touched by the hands of December days. Maybe October's fingers have fondled you skin, but not enough to leave scars of chilling days. I Love the sun as I Love you, winters frighten me away, they're so cold and bitter. Please, avoid December days, and I'll bring on August months. I believe in you.


Poem Details | by Brandon Carter |
Categories: absence, autumn, december, emotions, feelings, growing up, heartbroken, how i feel, introspection, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, nature, passion, relationship, sad love, snow, sorrow, wind, winter,

Ride The Wind

Written February 24, 2012


One too many times
Our love has been unkind
To the rigors and chills of the snow
The streets they meet
Intersecting the heat
But the cold will blow without heed

To rekindle the flame
Must sound quite insane
But it's all I have left in this world
Yet to feed from the hand
Of another's demands
Could lead to the start of the fall

Ride the wind
Wherever it goes
Don't ask it questions
You don't want to know
The wind will carry you home