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Message from Santa
If it were in my powers,
I would bring peace and love,
To this world of ours
But I don't have magic enough,
I can cross the sky,
and pass by the stars,
But I can't seem to stop,
Any of hatred's wars,
I see children on the street,
With no hope left,
in the eyes.
So many homeless people
with no where to sleep.
And my heart cries.
I can't give the things they need,
Oh But God I would try.
I'm only a fantasy,
that once took wings to fly,
Some are deceived,
by the gifts that money can buy,
But those who truly believe,
see the gift with the heart,
not with the eye,
I sometime stop and go to my knees,
and pause,
and I too always pray,
That we will find a end to wars,
and live in peace one day.
For all those who believe in me,
I will continue my cause,
Across the stars,
over the wars,
On Christmas Eve,
For the hearts that still believe,
In Santa Claus
I would bring peace and love,
To this world of ours
But I don't have magic enough,
I can cross the sky,
and pass by the stars,
But I can't seem to stop,
Any of hatred's wars,
I see children on the street,
With no hope left,
in the eyes.
So many homeless people
with no where to sleep.
And my heart cries.
I can't give the things they need,
Oh But God I would try.
I'm only a fantasy,
that once took wings to fly,
Some are deceived,
by the gifts that money can buy,
But those who truly believe,
see the gift with the heart,
not with the eye,
I sometime stop and go to my knees,
and pause,
and I too always pray,
That we will find a end to wars,
and live in peace one day.
For all those who believe in me,
I will continue my cause,
Across the stars,
over the wars,
On Christmas Eve,
For the hearts that still believe,
In Santa Claus
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
a Christmas poem I wrote years ago
Lost In Translation
In a simple structure that animals were fed and sheltered from any storm
It's remarkable, and so amazing that the saviour of the world was also born
As we exchange presents and travel, too family to carol and make mirth
Let's remember that the occassion, really is to celebrate his birth.
It's remarkable, and so amazing that the saviour of the world was also born
As we exchange presents and travel, too family to carol and make mirth
Let's remember that the occassion, really is to celebrate his birth.
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
Sometimes we become so intent on getting our children that special present, or stressing over financial burdensdirectly caused by our expenditures during this season that we lose sight of what we're actually celebrating.
Due Thanksgiving
There's many twists and turns in life
There's sometimes love, and sometimes strife
And many people lose their dreams
Amid the currents of life's streams
They stumble here, they get lost there
Then find a dream beyond compare
It doesn't seem to make much sense
At least to my intelligence
But even though I'm not too smart
I put the horse before the cart
I think of all God gives to me
And bow my head most thankfully
For every day I hear a song
That helps me move my life along
I hear a whisper on the wind
Amid the hustling bustling din
Just listen close and you may hear
Some special sound that you hold dear
The laughter of some joyful child
A ballgame where the fans go wild
The sounds of mother making tea
Just warms the very heart of me
Songs of the birds there in those trees
The buzzing of the honey bees
The splashing fountains where I walk
And listen to the old folks talk
The waves that break on yonder shore
Yes, all these things and many more
These things are sounds that I know well
The music of life's carousel
So when I get to feeling low
I jump right up and off I go
To where the wind is blowing free
And speaks of all these things to me
Then life, it doesn't seem so sad
I hear the good mixed with the bad
And if I listen long enough
I hear beneath that other stuff
That joy and laughter still abounds
Beneath all of life's other sounds
So as I strive to earn my way
I thank my Lord for each new day
I live in God's calliope
Where blowing winds can speak to me
And when there's time I think about
What I may have, or do without
And so, my friends, I finally learned
Life's not about what I have earned
Because without what I received
Upon the day I was conceived
The choices that I make, today
They wouldn't matter, anyway
Without the life God gave to me
And so I say this, thankfully
That come what may, both good and bad
For all these things, I will be glad
Because I have a heart that yearns
For all God's gifts, both twists and turns
When I think back on all that's been
The what, the why, the where, the when
Then contemplate what they have cost
And what's been won, and what's been lost
And what may yet still come my way
I thank my Lord for every day
I bow my head in humbleness
Just glad He didn't give me less
And so, my friends, I beg you, “Pray!”
And thank our Lord for each new day
And for the life He's given you
My friends, I think that much is due
Is that so very much to ask
To thank your lord for all your tasks
Well, maybe I don't know the score
But life, to me, is worth much more
And all I have could never pay
For all that God gave me, today
For all that God has given me
I'll thank my Lord
ETERNALLY
There's sometimes love, and sometimes strife
And many people lose their dreams
Amid the currents of life's streams
They stumble here, they get lost there
Then find a dream beyond compare
It doesn't seem to make much sense
At least to my intelligence
But even though I'm not too smart
I put the horse before the cart
I think of all God gives to me
And bow my head most thankfully
For every day I hear a song
That helps me move my life along
I hear a whisper on the wind
Amid the hustling bustling din
Just listen close and you may hear
Some special sound that you hold dear
The laughter of some joyful child
A ballgame where the fans go wild
The sounds of mother making tea
Just warms the very heart of me
Songs of the birds there in those trees
The buzzing of the honey bees
The splashing fountains where I walk
And listen to the old folks talk
The waves that break on yonder shore
Yes, all these things and many more
These things are sounds that I know well
The music of life's carousel
So when I get to feeling low
I jump right up and off I go
To where the wind is blowing free
And speaks of all these things to me
Then life, it doesn't seem so sad
I hear the good mixed with the bad
And if I listen long enough
I hear beneath that other stuff
That joy and laughter still abounds
Beneath all of life's other sounds
So as I strive to earn my way
I thank my Lord for each new day
I live in God's calliope
Where blowing winds can speak to me
And when there's time I think about
What I may have, or do without
And so, my friends, I finally learned
Life's not about what I have earned
Because without what I received
Upon the day I was conceived
The choices that I make, today
They wouldn't matter, anyway
Without the life God gave to me
And so I say this, thankfully
That come what may, both good and bad
For all these things, I will be glad
Because I have a heart that yearns
For all God's gifts, both twists and turns
When I think back on all that's been
The what, the why, the where, the when
Then contemplate what they have cost
And what's been won, and what's been lost
And what may yet still come my way
I thank my Lord for every day
I bow my head in humbleness
Just glad He didn't give me less
And so, my friends, I beg you, “Pray!”
And thank our Lord for each new day
And for the life He's given you
My friends, I think that much is due
Is that so very much to ask
To thank your lord for all your tasks
Well, maybe I don't know the score
But life, to me, is worth much more
And all I have could never pay
For all that God gave me, today
For all that God has given me
I'll thank my Lord
ETERNALLY
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. Our “Harvest Festival”, if you like. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year.And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”.
It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine.
But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
And you might be interested to know that this poem was originally written in a 4 beat meter (as are the majority of my poems, for some reason I’ve never discovered/understood). But, after people bugging me to “do something” with this poem (which is one of the few poems of mine that I’ve shared, openly, with people who I thought might appreciate it) for somewhere around 30+ years, now, I’ve finally broken down and had a poster made up, with this poem. And, to do that, I tried to break it down into a more natural “spoken” rhythm, which is the version you just read. But there are actually several versions of this poem. (I have a propensity for RE-writing my poems. I NEVER consider one of my poems “finished”. They’re ALWAYS open to rewriting, if I think of a way to say something that “I” feel is “better” than my initial phrasing.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
$3.50 Black Friday Paper
Bought the paper on Thanksgiving
Read it on Black Friday
The story of the homeless out in California, Seattle, and New York City
How 3,500 dollar rent is forcing working people to be homeless in Seattle
How the pay of jobs is not even close to keeping up with the cost of living
Then I read all the stuff that was for sale
Lots of drones
Big ones and little ones
Big teddy bears
One that was 52 inches tall!
Video game systems
Xbox One and Playstation 4
Lots of cheap DVDs
Guns and clothes and copper pans
Christmas sweaters, perfume, and diamond rings
I spent 6 dollars and change at Burger King
Got onion rings, jr. whopper, and a Mello Yello
I got buy real cheap
And I didn't have to fight any crowds!
Read it on Black Friday
The story of the homeless out in California, Seattle, and New York City
How 3,500 dollar rent is forcing working people to be homeless in Seattle
How the pay of jobs is not even close to keeping up with the cost of living
Then I read all the stuff that was for sale
Lots of drones
Big ones and little ones
Big teddy bears
One that was 52 inches tall!
Video game systems
Xbox One and Playstation 4
Lots of cheap DVDs
Guns and clothes and copper pans
Christmas sweaters, perfume, and diamond rings
I spent 6 dollars and change at Burger King
Got onion rings, jr. whopper, and a Mello Yello
I got buy real cheap
And I didn't have to fight any crowds!
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
I have never bought anything on Black Friday. I just buy a newspaper to see why over 45 million people go nuts over this stuff.
~ Christmas Holiday Time ~
~ Christmas Holiday time ~
Snowy crystal flakes began to fall
Lightly dusting the ground far below
Santa’s Elves, toy makers danced with glee
His Reindeer began to quiver and wanted to sleigh
The white winter land and gleeful children awaited
impatiently far, far below
Mrs. Santa made him coffee and packed his lunch
The toys were loaded and Blitzen snorted and Dancer
pranced, and Dasher was all set & ready to go ~
Now where was Rudolph the red nose reindeer,
the leader of the pack
Oh! I see him now, he’s playing out there in the snow
The presents are loaded on Santa’s sleigh and it’s now all set and it’s ready to go ~
There’s presents for you & I and everyone we know
Toys for Kids, Mommies & Daddies too
And no Santa didn’t forget the diamond engagement ring that your boyfriend promised for you ~
Santa Claus is wishing everyone a Merry Christmas
As he riding by ~
Santa’s Poet Helper
~ JimEee ~
Snowy crystal flakes began to fall
Lightly dusting the ground far below
Santa’s Elves, toy makers danced with glee
His Reindeer began to quiver and wanted to sleigh
The white winter land and gleeful children awaited
impatiently far, far below
Mrs. Santa made him coffee and packed his lunch
The toys were loaded and Blitzen snorted and Dancer
pranced, and Dasher was all set & ready to go ~
Now where was Rudolph the red nose reindeer,
the leader of the pack
Oh! I see him now, he’s playing out there in the snow
The presents are loaded on Santa’s sleigh and it’s now all set and it’s ready to go ~
There’s presents for you & I and everyone we know
Toys for Kids, Mommies & Daddies too
And no Santa didn’t forget the diamond engagement ring that your boyfriend promised for you ~
Santa Claus is wishing everyone a Merry Christmas
As he riding by ~
Santa’s Poet Helper
~ JimEee ~
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
Happy Holidays
Life is Festival
Life is a festival, celebrate and drink
Spirit and Nature, dance in sync
Melancholy of laughter, make you pink
Keep gazing beauty, do not blink
Pairs of organ, want to think
If one fails, you not on brink
Light some candles, lamps and incense
Play colour, fly kites and reminiscence
Cricket, Hockey, Baseball, Football
Round and rolling, hit the goal
Go someplace never been before
Meet someone never seen Amor
Ice cream' best in wafel cone
Be adventurous, out of comfort zone
Seats get vacant when people leave
Switch your position, to know more!!
Spirit and Nature, dance in sync
Melancholy of laughter, make you pink
Keep gazing beauty, do not blink
Pairs of organ, want to think
If one fails, you not on brink
Light some candles, lamps and incense
Play colour, fly kites and reminiscence
Cricket, Hockey, Baseball, Football
Round and rolling, hit the goal
Go someplace never been before
Meet someone never seen Amor
Ice cream' best in wafel cone
Be adventurous, out of comfort zone
Seats get vacant when people leave
Switch your position, to know more!!
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Posted: Dec 2017
Post CommentI Saw Santa Eating Children
Wow!
Santa's eating children
I saw Santa eating children
Underneath the mistletoe last night
He didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep
He thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep
Then I saw Santa whipping children
With the birch branches so snowy white
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen Santa eating children last night
I did!
I really did see Santa eating children and I'm gonna tell my Dad
Well much to my suprise
I couldn't believe my eyes
It wasn't Santa after all but Krampus in disguise
But I saw Santa eating children underneath the mistletoe last night
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If I had really seen Santa eating children last night
Santa's eating children
I saw Santa eating children
Underneath the mistletoe last night
He didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep
He thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep
Then I saw Santa whipping children
With the birch branches so snowy white
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen Santa eating children last night
I did!
I really did see Santa eating children and I'm gonna tell my Dad
Well much to my suprise
I couldn't believe my eyes
It wasn't Santa after all but Krampus in disguise
But I saw Santa eating children underneath the mistletoe last night
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If I had really seen Santa eating children last night
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
Krampus is Christmas figure from German folklore that comes to whip bad children and eat really bad children. He takes the really bad ones and puts them in the basket he wears on his back.
July 4
My last two karaoke songs were sung by George Michael
Freedom and Freedom 90
When I think of the fourth of July I think of freedom
Free to be who I am without judgement
Free to go outside without fearing for my safety from thugs and cops
Free to see a doctor or a dentist without financial ruin
Free to live in a house
Free to sleep without waking up too early
The songs deal with relationships
The first doesn't want freedom, all he wants is that special lady
The other freedom to have equal give and take in a relationship
Not always have to be the one always giving while the other just takes
When I was a kid it was about the fireworks
I am going to buy some today
I thought the song Afternoon Delight was about fireworks too
But as I have gotten older from 1976 when I was only six
It is about a good relationship
Where you can always look forward to some sky rockets in flight
Freedom and Freedom 90
When I think of the fourth of July I think of freedom
Free to be who I am without judgement
Free to go outside without fearing for my safety from thugs and cops
Free to see a doctor or a dentist without financial ruin
Free to live in a house
Free to sleep without waking up too early
The songs deal with relationships
The first doesn't want freedom, all he wants is that special lady
The other freedom to have equal give and take in a relationship
Not always have to be the one always giving while the other just takes
When I was a kid it was about the fireworks
I am going to buy some today
I thought the song Afternoon Delight was about fireworks too
But as I have gotten older from 1976 when I was only six
It is about a good relationship
Where you can always look forward to some sky rockets in flight
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
I listen to many songs related to the Fourth of July, Voices That Care from the 91 Iraq and Kuwait War, and God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood, American Pie by Don McLean is another good one.Christmas Cards
Sending out my yearly Christmas cards
One to my landlord
One to my godmother who is 98
Send one to my mom who is 13 miles from me
Sister, aunt, brother
California, New York City, Wisconsin, Illinois
I see only two of these people
All the rest I only get in touch by facebook or just the card
Mine this year is the same as last year
Snoopy decorating the Christmas tree
One to my landlord
One to my godmother who is 98
Send one to my mom who is 13 miles from me
Sister, aunt, brother
California, New York City, Wisconsin, Illinois
I see only two of these people
All the rest I only get in touch by facebook or just the card
Mine this year is the same as last year
Snoopy decorating the Christmas tree
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Posted: Dec 2020
About this poem:
I try to write something in each one to let them know what I have done this last year. Missing my dead dad, dealing with my mom's dementia and he eventual placement in a nursing home, two movies out, a hockey game tonight, and going to the Mall of America, and the coronavirus.
Holloween Jack
Its about time those Holloween Jacks come to visit you.
Scared about children --dying so true.
Dark nights are heavier these days-- When Christmas and Holloween brew.
Farther Graves are glowing Grey.
Autumn Leaves have their dark brown Frey.
Barks of trees feels so Rusted.
as Holloween Jacks feel so trusted.
Happy Holloween to you.
When Spirits Howl on their pale white hue.
Scared about children --dying so true.
Dark nights are heavier these days-- When Christmas and Holloween brew.
Farther Graves are glowing Grey.
Autumn Leaves have their dark brown Frey.
Barks of trees feels so Rusted.
as Holloween Jacks feel so trusted.
Happy Holloween to you.
When Spirits Howl on their pale white hue.
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Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
about Holloween here in the Philippines.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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