Most Commented Holidays Poems (355)

1. Get my weight to 165 pounds
2. Quit my crappy job and find a job I love
3. Live in a house
4. Visit another country in Europe or Asia
5. Get a hole in one in golf
6. Juggle in a parade
7. Forgive people, especially myself
8. Get an electric bicycle
9. Learn how to play the violin, piano, guitar
10. Solve world hunger
11. Make health care free
12. Go to Mars
13. Rid the world of war
14. Make a minimum wage worldwide so workers can live comfortably
15. Rid the schools of bullying
16. Make cops friendly
17. Change the laws so most prisoners are freed except the bad ones
18. Stop cruelty to animals
19. End lonliness
20. Treat all people with dignity and respect

Maybe I should ask for a dog

after all they are loyal, protective

loving and a good companion

They never talk back and expect so

little in return just food and shelter

and a little love in return

What more could I ask for

Spices scent the dusty winds
Whistling across this narrow street
Sweet meats glowing like blocks of light
In the crowded shops
Saree clad women walking past
Gladly With eyes glowing as a ramzan crescent.
Making music with their laughing bangles
Hawkers calls aloud to sell their wares
Across the corner street.
Temple bells and mosque prayers
Chanting a harmonious glory
Crimson sky with shimmering stars
Kites flying across as mystic birds
Crows resting on maze of cables
Cris-crossing the evening sky
perfume of flowers from a near by temple
filling glad with surprises
of beautiful moments I spend here

Shining Minars drenched in the crimson lights
As though from a from the majestic past
Transcends to an epic fable
With agels and myths flying far above
Ancient shops with laden cargoes
Shop keepers with stained teeth
Smiling for you to come
Sound of carts and holy cows
Chasing boys and running kids
midst the street vendors
Selling teas and kabab rolls
In their bright little carts
down the narrow lanes

i walk around streets, look for you
Yearning for you in the fires of my heart
i burn like flames and flames, look for you
as your shadow appears on my path
walk step by step, follow you..
A wild longing goes into my blood
as These sights and sounds casting a spell
On me in this in this lively street

for in the dawns light
the women had come to dress the body in wight
but behold
for upon the stone an angel foretold
that he was no longer here
within was only an empty bier
then he said
to the tears which they shed
go fourth and tell the disciples
that he has risen

When you died
Where did you go?
That should be in the obituaries
How did you die and where did you go?
I wish the dead could really talk to us on Memorial Day
Tell us what heaven is like
Or hell
Or some place else
I think of Chis Farley, Prince, Michael Jackson
My grandma and grandpa
Deon Clay, my cousin who died in an automobile accident in the 80's
There have been around 100 billion people who have lived and died
Do they all get to meet each other?
I go to the grave sites and look at my grandparents, my uncles
My godfather, by sisters who died at birth
What happens to newborns?
Do they grow up in heaven until they reach the age of 21?
Do all people who are old when they die get to look 21 again?
So many more questions I would ask the dead
The ones who are living on the other side of life

The stage is set for all tonight’s scenes
It happens every year for Halloween
The Moon is full way up in the sky
Backdrop for all the baying cries

All is dark – quiet and very – very still
To hear sounds of moans and groans on cemetery hill
If you must go out be sure to dress in black
To blend into the night to avoid attacks!

Blood thirsty vampires looking for veins
Demons looking for many souls to tame
Ghosts and Goblins wandering lost
Witches brewing pots avoid at all cost

Good luck as you go out into the night
Wear your armor and be ready for a fight
Arm yourself with your necessary weapons
Your cross and your Bible and God’s blessings

In honor of the slaughtered
who have come to ask
I honor all your spirits
so today, a sacred fast

Taking time in quiet reverence
I offer you, libations
Protesting your normalized slaughter
by these marketing corporations

To all those, choosing to dwell
in their bubble-wrap of lies
Covid mask, blocks your Vishuddha
denying truth, is most unwise

On this day of thanks, henceforth
I shall abstain from eating
No contribution of Supply & Demand
to the monetarily greedy

The calendar is Not, my God
that program, the woke DO see
Our ‘cestors knew, all days are sacred
Don’t need paper, telling me

For the origins of Xmas
to all pagans, that were slain
I’ll honor you, Dec 25th
From all foods, I shall abstain

I thank you spirits, for my sight
the dreams you gifted and visions
prompting all research, that I did
divulging lies, for my soul’s mission

To you, I offer sacred tobacco
giving peace, for all your pain
And every year, it shall be thus
fasts and offerings again

As your bones lay in Gaia
true origins, and holiday reason
I remember well, your sacrifice
Your blood flavors, calendar season

© November 26, 2020, L. Karriem

When witches go riding
And black cats are seen,
The moon laughs throatily
'Tis near Halloween

When you're all alone in the country
And the night is dark as pitch
Just be bold 'cause you've been told
There's no such thing as a witch.

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Howdy everyone, old and new! Boy, have I missed you old members!

I'm ReaderOfSouls for you new to the Poetry Corner. :-) I'm a Texas ranch raised, working horse and cattle ranch owner/operator who proudly served our military and I am a detective with my local County Sheriff's Department. I specialize in Child Sex Crime, so I have seen the worst of the worst and it's all gritty and grim. Having a positive, happy attitude has not only helped, but I just can't help but share it with all that I meet. I choose to not live in darkness.:-) I'm strong, tough but fair. I'm more than happy to listen to someone and my mailbox here is always open. :-) I've been writin' poetry since I was 8 years old and customarily write Cowboy Poetry. I've competed at Cowboy Gatherings and rodeos and my biggest poetry influences are Badger Clark (which also happens to be a familial name) and Baxter Black. I've been 'hitched' to my better half- Mr. Bear for 29 years now. He has written some work about love and life that I have posted through my account here. :-) I occasionally write a bit of descriptive cowboy humor as you will find in the vast catalogue of my writings. :-)

I look so forward to meeting you all and to re-connect with all of those familiar.

'Twas that 'ol Night before Christmas and all the ponies had been fed,
I was tryin' to choke down some beans before headin' off to bed
But my belly was a' churnin' bad , it just wouldn't sit still
It was goin' to be a long night, I could sure 'nuff tell.

'Cause in my string of horses, there was one called 'Ol Saint Nick
And thinking' about riding' him, was makin' me quite sick.
'Ol Flipper had come in with a front leg a ' draggin', last Fall during shippin' season, when we was out there on the wagon.


'Ol Saint Nick was an extra in the outfit's remuda, an' every time you got gettin' on him he'd be sure to give a gift to 'ya.That gift was a danged 'ol bronc ride, an I don't mean no 'hoppin'. You see, he's pure sin covered lightnin', that'll get your ears to poppin'.

But the boss cut him to me that's just kinda part of the deal, Flipper got turned out for the whole winter just to heal. I thought it kinda funny that it's Nick's turn to go with me out checkin' heifers, the next day in the snow.

So I lay there in my bedroll, with the fireplace a 'crackin, had terrible nightmares 'bout my poor neck a' snappin'. So I woke up at midnight, and again at two-thirty, I decided to saddle up 'Nick this time a little early. I thought I'll set him to soak with the cinches pulled up tight, come daybreak that'll help to take out some of that dad gummed fight.

Finally got 'im saddled, out there in the dark, it really was like hand feeding breadcrumbs to a shark. Finally went inside to wash the blood offa my head and got to see how much the blood had turned my white shirt red.

I'd just laid down to rest and closed my eyes when I awoke to such a racket, I stumbled up quickly and pulled on my denim jacket. As I walked out to the horse pens, the moon lit up the stage, those icicles shone so bright, on that high-desert sage.

Out in the big pen, on a fresh carpet of white, my eyes took in the most amazing thing, the most unbelievable sight. Saint Nick was making' a wild, crooked leap. with a pot bellied feller sittin' up there in the seat. He'd throwed up his head with one hand up in the air, Saint Nick touched the ground and growled just like a bear!

He'd just jump sideways as he chewed up on a foot, the red fuzzy coat popped out some chimney soot! He'd showed me his belly and stood him on his head, I noticed the fat fellers cheeks a 'turnin' a little red.

Saint Nick finally winded and throwed his head up, started licking' his lips all over, like an old an' gentle pup. The rider stepped down and handed me the reins I noticed in his mouth a broken candy cane. That's when it finally hit me , as my mind started to click. I've just seen 'Ol Saint Nick Himself ride 'ol hoss Saint Nick!

Then I noticed his team and a little red sleigh, you see, his reindeer were hobbled and eatin' on some hay.

He said "Merry Christmas,
Hope that present will do,
I knocked some of the rough off
That 'ol pony just for you".

Then he buttoned his coat and walked away
Unhobbled the reindeer
And climbed up into his sleigh
I heard him exclaim as he headed back North
"I ain't never seen nothin' buck like that 'ol horse!"

Oscar
Before Schindler's List
I thought of Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street
Oscar, the award for good movies, actors, and the worker behind the cameras
On February 4, 1994 I got another famous Oscar
Oscar Schindler saved 1,200 Jews during the Holocaust
Moses led two million Jews out of slavery in Egypt
I remember going to a Wedding of a Christian woman and a Jewish man
It was the first time I had lamb chops
It was the first time I had a braided bread called challah bread
Both were great
I also remember the huge wheel of Brie and crackers
And all the free mixed drinks you could drink
There were pumpkins and fresh snow on the ground
Two days before Halloween in 2011
My favorite Jew other than Oscar Schindler would have to be Adam Sandler
He has had me laughing for 30 years