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Spartacus2012

Christmas Blues Poem

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It's Christmas time
only coming once a year
Salvation Army people singing
soon family will be here...

Light the candles
let's decorate the tree
lot's of nice presents
to open for you and me...

Baby Santa Claus is coming
Jingle Bells times three
I hear you in the kitchen
cooking up a Christmas Jamboree...

It's all about peace on earth
there's not many stockings on the wall
love is what counts baby
good will towards all...

Just you and me
a fire before the tree
as I cuddle with you
on this Christmas Jamboree..
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
Merry Christmas!

Regards,

Blind Melon Ken...
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mcradloff

Where to Go

Where to Go
I've been in a car
I've flown real far
I went in a boat on water
I have peddled a bicycle up hills that were harder
I've walked and run
Sometimes just for fun
To get away from here
Wherever thou far or near
Just to get away from familiar things
To hear how the birds sing
Somewhere else they have it all figured out
How to be nice and know when to shout
People are nicer when you do not know
All the crapola people tend to blow
Out of their mouths and other dirty places
Trying to divide people they bring up the races
But I know that other place will give a good feel
Whether I go by planes, trains, or automobiles
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
Just got done watching Planes Trains and Automobiles with John Candy and Steve Martin
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Unknown

Mushrooms & Toadstools!

Mushrooms & Toadstools!

Pixies & Fairies in the forest dawning light

Playing under toadstools, nibbling on mushrooms such an awesome sight

Dancing in the mist of dawn, laughing at night’s passing bye, such a heavenly delight

Music of nymphs playing in the woodlands
Before the night passes by

Singing songs of laughter rising to the midnight sky

Dancing with friendly flying happy Fairies, why don’t you give it a try

Tiny Fairies flying amongst the swaying trees

Fireflies lighting up the woodlands like glowing little bees

Lighting up the forest so that everyone doth see

Magical music inviting us to come

Bring your children, daughter and your son

Wildly dancing in the forest beckoned by the early rising morning sun

Mushrooms and Toadstools in an eerie Christmas glow

Dressing up for the holidays

Cause it’s Christmas time in the forest … don’t you know?

~Joyeux Noel~

Poet
JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Mushrooms, Toadstools, Pixies & Fairies and Christmas
Tis the spirits of children!
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bard76

Mum..

For all the things that you do for me,
For being my rock and crutch,
For always caring and believing,
For loving me so much,

Through all the mistakes and ups and downs,
You've always been by my side,
For showing me how to live and love,
For being my council and guide,

My conscience, values and principles,
All the goodness that I possess,
These gifts that you've taught and shown,
I'm able to honour and express,

On this day and every day,
I'll always be your loving son,
Thank you for each and everything,
Thank you for being my mum.....
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Posted: Mar 2017
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mcradloff

Ground Hog Day and a Blue Moon

One sees his shadow
One gets a shadow cast on him
The man in the moon and a ground hog named Puxatony Phil
Sometimes he doesn't see his shadow
But the moon always gets a shadow on a lunar eclipse
Sometimes it's just a little bit
Sometimes the whole moon gets a shadow
Then it looks like a blood moon
With all the global warming
I bet Phil gets lucky this year
And sees his shadow
We already have 40s in January
Have you see the movie Groundhog Day?
It's a hoot!
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
Next week brings Groundhog Day on Friday, February 2 and a lunar eclipse at 6 am on January 31, which is also a blue moon as it is the second full moon of January. We have another blue moon coming in March.
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SundaySilence

Christmas at Washington Square

The last time I saw Santa
he was hanging out by our tree,
rattling all the Christmas bulbs
while we wiped our eyes to see.

Sure enough he’s a cross-dresser
by don’t let that scare you away.
Nothing wrong with wearing red
and driving off in a sleigh.

Wish I could be with Santa
and give him a helping hand.
I admire his big heart and
his reindeer are nothing
short of grand.

Would take a ride through Central Park;
pay our respects to Washington Square.
Bet you didn’t know that to this day
the remains of at least 20,000 are buried there.

Washington said it best after crossing the Delaware;
He provided the inscription on the arch that says:

Let us raise a standard to which
the wise and the honest can repair.
The event is in the hand of God.
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
In memory of when Washington crossed the Delaware on Christmas 1776.
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Abby1963

Christmas joy

As I walk along the streets
All I see and hear
Are little boys snd girls with their scarfs and mittens
screaming with Christmas joy
They see Santa sitting on his sleigh
Rainderrs in tow
Christmas carolers
Seeing merrily
While standing under the beautiful christmas tree
The young and old laughing so joyfully
Holding hands stealing kisses
I can't help but smile
That was me not long ago
Skipping down the streets merrily
Here's wishing all of you
A very merry Christmas
Filled with much love, peace and joy !
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Posted: Dec 2014
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mcradloff

Up On A Housetop

Up on a housetop
reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
How will he get down our chimney with lots of toys
Our openings too small even for little boys
Ho Ho Ho!
How will he go?
Ho Ho Ho!
How will he go?
Down though our chimney without getting stuck
And pop his head out through all that black muck
I just don't want toys and games to play
Make my brother stay away
From booze and pot and wicked girls
And make my dad quit making mean comments that he likes to hurl
Ho Ho Ho!
How will he go?
Ho Ho Ho!
How will he go?
Down through our chimney without getting stuck
And pop his head out through all that black muck
I wish Santa would bring what I really need
Dental work and a car that speeds
A sense of humor and a love for my fellow man
And I won't care if he has a permanent tan
Ho Ho Ho!
How will he go?
Ho Ho Ho!
How will he go?
Down through our chimney without getting stuck
And pop his head out through all that black muck
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
I asked my dad how Santa could get down our chimney and he said he doesn't for our house, he has a majic key for houses that have chimneys that don't open out over big fireplaces.
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Unknown

The Wisdom Of Solstice

Light now the fires that warm the hearth;
Mistress Winter dons her long white gown.
Light now the candle of remembrance,
for another year has circled around.

See the faces of those here gathered,
for love, too, can make the cold hearth warm.
Huddle all near and share your stories,
for outside blows the first winter storm.

Make now your peace and speak forgiveness.
In your sweetest voice, sing Yuletide song.
Grab and hold dear these precious moments,
for ne’er again shall they come along.

Recognize that the cold grey landscape,
holds bits of ourselves that change or die.
There in the stillness we find our truth;
new bits of wisdom that never lie.

Remember, release, then joyful be
this festive, unfolding Solstice night.
A new path before us - blessed be!
The past sleeps covered in Winter’s white.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
Blessed be you all this Solstice Night.
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mcradloff

Monster Ash

Frankenstein, Dracula, and their friend Lurch
Decided one day to go to church
They found intriguing the things they'd hear
The phrase body and blood
That really caught their ear
The blazing candles make Frankie nervous
The crucifix distracted Drac from the service
On top of that they didn't realize
It was Ash Wednesday
On to their surpise
They got the ash
They got the monster ash
The monster ash
They gave them out at mass
The monster ash
Right after Mardi Gras
The monster ash
They got the monster ash
It turned out to be a miraculous day
The three all repented and changed their ways
Dracula gave up sucking for Lent
If the Chicago Cubs did it
That would be an event
They got the ash
They got the monster ash
The monster ash
They wore them with panash
The monster ash
Lurch went back and asked for a mustache
They got the ash
They got the monster ash
Drac, you got something on your forehead
Let me get it
No, it's a smudge
Look in the mirror
No, you can't look in the mirror
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
This song is a parody of Monster Mash by Tim Cavanaugh. With Ash Wednesday starting the Easter holiday, I thought it was a funny parody.
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