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back to reality
Well the holidays have come and gone
It was fun while it lasted
Now comes reality
Back to work, relationships continues, responsibilities are still there
It is a simple fact of life
Continue go forth and perservere
Every day should be like Christmas
Help each other gracefully and be supportive
People come and people go
Events happen and moods change
Elvis Presley had the right Idea
Everyday should be like Christmas
It was fun while it lasted
Now comes reality
Back to work, relationships continues, responsibilities are still there
It is a simple fact of life
Continue go forth and perservere
Every day should be like Christmas
Help each other gracefully and be supportive
People come and people go
Events happen and moods change
Elvis Presley had the right Idea
Everyday should be like Christmas
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
The Holiday season is goodthe spirit should continue throughout the year
Wishing everyone seasons greetings
positive thoughts and pleasant moments
all the best
Christmas Bells
The sound of ringing Christmas bells
Is a sound I love so well
Remembering moments when I have heard them in the of past
Those are cherished memory's that will always last
As the old saying goes when a Christmas bell rings
a angel will get his wings
So let the bells sound
and let there be joy all around!
Is a sound I love so well
Remembering moments when I have heard them in the of past
Those are cherished memory's that will always last
As the old saying goes when a Christmas bell rings
a angel will get his wings
So let the bells sound
and let there be joy all around!
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Posted: Dec 2011
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The Pumpkin Giant
He lived long ago
He stood about fifteen feet tall
He had a pumpkin for a head
His body was the color of dead pumpkin vines
He lived in a castle
It was surrounded by a moat
The moat was filled with the bones of boys and girls
The king was so afraid he had the giant shakes
So did most of the people in the kingdom
A simple potato farmer was gathering potatoes
His son was helping too
Though he was so fat he had to roll to get around
All of a sudden the pumpkin giant came for the boy
The farmer threw a potato and it lodged in the giant's throat
The Pumpkin Giant choked to death
The head was cut off and made into a play thing for the boy
He broke it one day and the following spring
Pumpkin Giant heads appeared by the hundreds all over his field
None opened their mouths
The farmer had nothing to feed his family
So the son in desperation ate some of the giant head
It was delicious
The mother made some into pumpkin pies
The king smelled the pies as he happened by
He had some after his knights tried it first to be sure it was safe
He knighted the farmer on the spot for killing the Pumpkin Giant
The farmer's son ended up marrying the daughter
And they all lived happily ever after
He stood about fifteen feet tall
He had a pumpkin for a head
His body was the color of dead pumpkin vines
He lived in a castle
It was surrounded by a moat
The moat was filled with the bones of boys and girls
The king was so afraid he had the giant shakes
So did most of the people in the kingdom
A simple potato farmer was gathering potatoes
His son was helping too
Though he was so fat he had to roll to get around
All of a sudden the pumpkin giant came for the boy
The farmer threw a potato and it lodged in the giant's throat
The Pumpkin Giant choked to death
The head was cut off and made into a play thing for the boy
He broke it one day and the following spring
Pumpkin Giant heads appeared by the hundreds all over his field
None opened their mouths
The farmer had nothing to feed his family
So the son in desperation ate some of the giant head
It was delicious
The mother made some into pumpkin pies
The king smelled the pies as he happened by
He had some after his knights tried it first to be sure it was safe
He knighted the farmer on the spot for killing the Pumpkin Giant
The farmer's son ended up marrying the daughter
And they all lived happily ever after
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
My favorite book from my youth, The Pumpkin Giant.
Week before Christmas
'Tis the week before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring
but one bespectacled mouse
who came down from the attic
proclaiming himself free, and
now sits atop the Frasier Fir tree.
Stockings, draped over wing-backed chair
not yet hung on the white mantle with care.
Few days remain as the holiday draws near
questioning if St. Nicholas will ever get here.
Now-grown child no longer in the nest, snug
with visions of sugar-plums cutting a rug.
Though I wear no 'kerchief, he does don a cap.
For each, it is rare to get a long winter's nap.
Suddenly, from the nightstand
there arises such a clatter
Tearing open the covers
(but leaving down the sash)
I stumble out of bed
clearly knowing what‘s the matter.
Away to the snooze button
my fingers fly in a flash.
Its fullness coming, eight more days to go
the waxing moon over no new-fallen snow
gives little lustre to gray objects below.
So, down the steep stairs, I slowly descend
with still-sleepy eyes, praying not to end up on end.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but the white-lighted tree decorated with
a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
It could be no other than beloved St. Nick.
I sit by the still fireplace, with chimney intact
ponder how Santa makes it down with his pack.
Then, from my computer I hear a loud ping.
With eye-light twinkle, I ignore the rude thing
brew myself a warm cup of Earl Grey tea.
Take a few minutes more, especially for me.
Heart, in delight, starts to fill up with glee
all the while, sadly, both heart and mind know
’t’will be yet another year of wasted mistletoe.
More rapid than coursers, nay, eagles the work-day, it came
So, I grumble and shout, and call out a few names.
The bags that I’m getting, not filled up with toys,
come from long hours at work frequently toiled.
They don’t sit quietly under the tree but inhabit my face
and act as if they owned the whole visage place
eliciting shouts to the top of the porch, the wall
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
I rush back upstairs, wash face, brush teeth
and prepare for this new day and people to me.
knowing another long day over work will spread
I speak not a word, but head straight there, instead.
Then, you can hear me exclaim, ere I drive away,
"Blessed Season to all, and to all a good-day."
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring
but one bespectacled mouse
who came down from the attic
proclaiming himself free, and
now sits atop the Frasier Fir tree.
Stockings, draped over wing-backed chair
not yet hung on the white mantle with care.
Few days remain as the holiday draws near
questioning if St. Nicholas will ever get here.
Now-grown child no longer in the nest, snug
with visions of sugar-plums cutting a rug.
Though I wear no 'kerchief, he does don a cap.
For each, it is rare to get a long winter's nap.
Suddenly, from the nightstand
there arises such a clatter
Tearing open the covers
(but leaving down the sash)
I stumble out of bed
clearly knowing what‘s the matter.
Away to the snooze button
my fingers fly in a flash.
Its fullness coming, eight more days to go
the waxing moon over no new-fallen snow
gives little lustre to gray objects below.
So, down the steep stairs, I slowly descend
with still-sleepy eyes, praying not to end up on end.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but the white-lighted tree decorated with
a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
It could be no other than beloved St. Nick.
I sit by the still fireplace, with chimney intact
ponder how Santa makes it down with his pack.
Then, from my computer I hear a loud ping.
With eye-light twinkle, I ignore the rude thing
brew myself a warm cup of Earl Grey tea.
Take a few minutes more, especially for me.
Heart, in delight, starts to fill up with glee
all the while, sadly, both heart and mind know
’t’will be yet another year of wasted mistletoe.
More rapid than coursers, nay, eagles the work-day, it came
So, I grumble and shout, and call out a few names.
The bags that I’m getting, not filled up with toys,
come from long hours at work frequently toiled.
They don’t sit quietly under the tree but inhabit my face
and act as if they owned the whole visage place
eliciting shouts to the top of the porch, the wall
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
I rush back upstairs, wash face, brush teeth
and prepare for this new day and people to me.
knowing another long day over work will spread
I speak not a word, but head straight there, instead.
Then, you can hear me exclaim, ere I drive away,
"Blessed Season to all, and to all a good-day."
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Inspired by "Twas the Night before Christmas" generally attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, although the claim has also been made that it was written by Henry Livingston, Jr..The words in italics are from the original.
Cube
It was build by the government
It is a metal cube 25 by 25 by 25 rooms
Each room is about 12 feet by 12 feet by 12 feet
You wake up in this thing not knowing how you got there
You try to get out before you starve as there is no food or drink
Some rooms are safe
Others are not
Some rooms will dice you up
Some rooms have acid that will spray at you
Others have spikes that will go through you
Most rooms traps are triggered by movement
Some are triggered by sound
You better have a boot and a long string to test the rooms
Before you enter them
Why would the government build this monster of metal?
Why does the government do a lot of things it does?
Your tax dollars hard at work
Hardly!
It is a metal cube 25 by 25 by 25 rooms
Each room is about 12 feet by 12 feet by 12 feet
You wake up in this thing not knowing how you got there
You try to get out before you starve as there is no food or drink
Some rooms are safe
Others are not
Some rooms will dice you up
Some rooms have acid that will spray at you
Others have spikes that will go through you
Most rooms traps are triggered by movement
Some are triggered by sound
You better have a boot and a long string to test the rooms
Before you enter them
Why would the government build this monster of metal?
Why does the government do a lot of things it does?
Your tax dollars hard at work
Hardly!
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
I just got done watching the Cube, Hypercube, and Cube Zero. All are good movies with the first and the last being the better ones. With our government shutdown and just the not niceness that goes on there this movie really fits into the Halloween season.
Christmas Magic
Christmas Magic
The air is full of expectation
mystery lurks round every corner
the presents passed out bring exhalation
none of this possible without your partner
Close your eyes, let go and think back
to the days of your childhood
remember believing in Santa and his sack
nowadays what is the likelihood
The magical spell of Christmas
is surely in the special fragrant smells
frankincense assaults me at mass
brings memories flooding back in swells
The warmth of feelings
as friends gather around
sitting down to dumplings
makes my heart abound
Dumpling in Scotland we make a fruit dumpling that is around 2 feet wide placed in an unused pillow case and steamed served hot Christmas day or New Years Eve and then cold or fried they usually last 8-12 days
The air is full of expectation
mystery lurks round every corner
the presents passed out bring exhalation
none of this possible without your partner
Close your eyes, let go and think back
to the days of your childhood
remember believing in Santa and his sack
nowadays what is the likelihood
The magical spell of Christmas
is surely in the special fragrant smells
frankincense assaults me at mass
brings memories flooding back in swells
The warmth of feelings
as friends gather around
sitting down to dumplings
makes my heart abound
Dumpling in Scotland we make a fruit dumpling that is around 2 feet wide placed in an unused pillow case and steamed served hot Christmas day or New Years Eve and then cold or fried they usually last 8-12 days
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Posted: Nov 2013
Post CommentI Wish You A Merry Christmas!
I Wish You A Merry Christmas!
A heavenly lighted Angel decorates our Christmas tree top for all to see!
Silver tinsel hangs glistening falling upon it’s branches, put there haphazardly by you and me!
Sparkling Lights like Shinning Stars adorn it with a Christmas glow
Spun Glass Fantasia colored balls fill it’s Boughs of Greenery, as we wait for the weather to start to snow!
Holiday Christmas train express circles it’s bottom ... underneath, puffing smoke as round and round it doth go!
Presents adorn their messages of love, neatly displayed upon the floor, beneath our wonderful Christmas tree
Oh! I see one there and I thinks it’s there for me!
I see another small one, it’s card says it’s for you …
Jewelry comes in small packages!
I wonder what it can be?
Christmas songs are playing old fashion music of years gone bye!
Christmas cheer bottles are open, pouring happy laughter for you and I
Caught you under the mistletoe, Ooh! I don’t want to let you go!
Come here! Santa’s helper, I want your sweet kisses, as if you didn’t know!
Tiny snow flakes are tapping on our window panes
Dancing upon the snowman smiling face, guarding our house alone out in the cold and misty snow
Our tiny dog is barking, someone’s singing Jingle Bells and standing at our door
Wishing you all a Merry-Christmas and hoping all is well!
Ah! Christmas Day is coming soon … as if you couldn’t tell!
Merry-Christmas one and all!
(The Christmas Poet Messenger)
JimEee
A heavenly lighted Angel decorates our Christmas tree top for all to see!
Silver tinsel hangs glistening falling upon it’s branches, put there haphazardly by you and me!
Sparkling Lights like Shinning Stars adorn it with a Christmas glow
Spun Glass Fantasia colored balls fill it’s Boughs of Greenery, as we wait for the weather to start to snow!
Holiday Christmas train express circles it’s bottom ... underneath, puffing smoke as round and round it doth go!
Presents adorn their messages of love, neatly displayed upon the floor, beneath our wonderful Christmas tree
Oh! I see one there and I thinks it’s there for me!
I see another small one, it’s card says it’s for you …
Jewelry comes in small packages!
I wonder what it can be?
Christmas songs are playing old fashion music of years gone bye!
Christmas cheer bottles are open, pouring happy laughter for you and I
Caught you under the mistletoe, Ooh! I don’t want to let you go!
Come here! Santa’s helper, I want your sweet kisses, as if you didn’t know!
Tiny snow flakes are tapping on our window panes
Dancing upon the snowman smiling face, guarding our house alone out in the cold and misty snow
Our tiny dog is barking, someone’s singing Jingle Bells and standing at our door
Wishing you all a Merry-Christmas and hoping all is well!
Ah! Christmas Day is coming soon … as if you couldn’t tell!
Merry-Christmas one and all!
(The Christmas Poet Messenger)
JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
Tis the season to be merry!Challenge
Write me poems about Christmas
can be about past ones
children's christmas story
santa
or anything related to this time of year
let's get some and humour going for this special time of year
example
Jack Frost
Jack Frost laid his hand over the lands
trees now adorned with hoar frost gems
laughing in glee watched people slip
then slide helpless down the slopes.
Bitter cold from his fingers ran
turning the ground rock hard
as icicles grew so very long
the air so brittle it snapped.
Surveyed his domain unsatisfied
and pointed a slender finger
windows now became jammed
locks too now frozen solid.
Yet as the sun rose up high
Jack Frost's work became undone
and back into oblivion he slipped
knowing there was always next year.
can be about past ones
children's christmas story
santa
or anything related to this time of year
let's get some and humour going for this special time of year
example
Jack Frost
Jack Frost laid his hand over the lands
trees now adorned with hoar frost gems
laughing in glee watched people slip
then slide helpless down the slopes.
Bitter cold from his fingers ran
turning the ground rock hard
as icicles grew so very long
the air so brittle it snapped.
Surveyed his domain unsatisfied
and pointed a slender finger
windows now became jammed
locks too now frozen solid.
Yet as the sun rose up high
Jack Frost's work became undone
and back into oblivion he slipped
knowing there was always next year.
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Posted: Dec 2014
Post CommentA Bit Of This And That
A Bit Of This and That
Since early childhood he had been wandering the world
vast treks completed mainly on foot, some like in days of old
walking in the footsteps of Stanley and listening to tales told
of safari's into the depths of the dark continent there finding gold
crossing over the towering escarpment lighting fires against the
cold
huddling together sharing a self caught meal, settling down in fold
then onwards deeper finding an elephants grave yard, tusks already sold
their bones litter the valley, stark white bleached by the sun, some have mould
picked over by jackals and hyenas, who now the lions have departed grow bold
finding diamonds lying sparkling on the ground. Then onward to travel the world
Since early childhood he had been wandering the world
vast treks completed mainly on foot, some like in days of old
walking in the footsteps of Stanley and listening to tales told
of safari's into the depths of the dark continent there finding gold
crossing over the towering escarpment lighting fires against the
cold
huddling together sharing a self caught meal, settling down in fold
then onwards deeper finding an elephants grave yard, tusks already sold
their bones litter the valley, stark white bleached by the sun, some have mould
picked over by jackals and hyenas, who now the lions have departed grow bold
finding diamonds lying sparkling on the ground. Then onward to travel the world
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Posted: Apr 2014
Post CommentI'm Thankful For
Mocking Jay
First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Robert Flack
Winter Wonderland by The Eurythmics
Didn't I Blow Your Mind by New Kids on the Block
Dumb and Dumber
Scrooged with Bill Murray
Mama's Family
Green Bay Packers
Jack and Jill by Adam Sandler
Planes Trains and Automobiles with Steve Martin and John Candy
Ms. Pacman on Sega Genesis
Hot Shots Golf on Playstation
Night of the Meek(Twilight Zone)
The Grinch
It's A Wonderful Life
Curb Your Enthusiasm
The Simpson's Treehouse of Horror
The Dubuque Fighting Saints
First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Robert Flack
Winter Wonderland by The Eurythmics
Didn't I Blow Your Mind by New Kids on the Block
Dumb and Dumber
Scrooged with Bill Murray
Mama's Family
Green Bay Packers
Jack and Jill by Adam Sandler
Planes Trains and Automobiles with Steve Martin and John Candy
Ms. Pacman on Sega Genesis
Hot Shots Golf on Playstation
Night of the Meek(Twilight Zone)
The Grinch
It's A Wonderful Life
Curb Your Enthusiasm
The Simpson's Treehouse of Horror
The Dubuque Fighting Saints
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Just thinking of some of the things that entertain me. I'm still waiting for a song this year that has my interest. Royal by Lorde was my last popular song I liked, not counting Weird Al's last album.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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