Last Commented Holidays Poems (355)

It's painting and baking,
With scents mingling
And chairs varnishing
The cutlery polishing...

Is pork or turkey,
What ever's your fancy
Delivery trucks pulling up to the entry,
Merchants in their glee
As children play merrily...

Neighbors go a-paranging,
Some husbands go a-drinking
Some wives are a-gossiping
About the neighbor's last year curtain...

Sorrel and ginger beer
Black cake everywhere
Pastelles in abundance this time of year
And if we ever see snow, I'll stop and stare
Cuz shucks, we're just in the wrong hemisphere

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.

Turkey, Tom Turkey displayed on the table

come all and eat me if your able

Come and taste my breast of tender white

and enjoy my meal with delight

Fest on my wings, legs and thighs

and later we will shop for the Christmas buys

The days draw nearer in shadows,
shafts of sunlight slowly fade away,
coldness creeps in like the gallows,
stillness of sound, no children at play,

Skies with blurry clouds of gray,
biting winds with the chill factor,
damp and cold in bones find there way,
sniffles and grunts not much laughter,

Eyes sting and gently weep,
frost shows its morning dew,
trickling flakes of snow will grow deep,
not many venture out just a few,

Crinkled skin and dry lips,
life is for all to keep living,
taking hot drinks with gentle sips,
for many around it is now Thanksgiving.

As we approach Christmas

and exchange gifts with others

there is one gift that we do not need to purchase

Its not in bright wrapping and tied with a bow

but we will still find it below

all we need to do is take it into our hearts

It will not be judgmental, jealous or cold

So share it with all the young and old

The gift of Love is not new but vary old

Halloween
Frightful sights
Under moon’s light
Ghosts and goblins alight
Tonight

Moon peeking through the clouds
To see what's happening below
Ghouls and goblins roam around
And rotting mummies move so slow

Witches with their brooms zoom around
While ghostly specters haunt
The living dead along streets shuffle
Their ghastliness to flaunt

Oh what a frightful night this is
When monsters rule the streets
Come tomorrow when sun is up
These monsters will count their treats

So another Halloween's come and gone
And costumes are put away
The monsters sleep for another year
Until the next time they come to play

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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

“And I’ll announce my coming with a different call,
I’ll change the ‘Ho, Ho Ho’s’…to just ‘Hello you all’!
I aim to please, not to offend
There’s not a rule that I will bend.”

" I shall not be a-judgmental; gays who they might be,
Shall decorate the mantles so bright and Christmassy.
Tis peace to all good people around our Universe
Nothing like some gaiety shall ere be deemed perverse.

These are special charges," the Judge said thoughtfully,
Times have changed, and the question is, must we?"
I should throw the book at you; I can't be more direct
Christmas must be safer, more politically correct.

" I object," the Lawyer spoke, "this man has done no wrong!
He's never had a record; he's done this all lifelong.
And how he does it in one night remains a mystery,
Please, I say, do not change the very course of history!"

Judge pondered for a moment; waived his gavel in the air,
And banged it on the bench with wise judicial flair.
Then smiled and faced the jury of his peers
Who happened to be little kids, wise beyond their years.

“It’s time for you to have your say.
Shall we send Santa on his sleigh?
Is he guilty girls and boys?”
’No,” they yelled. “We want out toys”

The judge then faced the crowd.
“Tis Christmas eve,” he spoke aloud,
“And homes across the world shine bright
Waiting for Santa to make it all alright.”

"I have made my decision. I hope you understand,"
The old Judge said, as he stood and raised his hand.
"Tis true this jolly man is really not so bad,
I will not be the one to make the children sad.

"Let's plow through all this stuff and lengthy litigation
With circumstantial evidence for each accusation,
I won't be remembered for creating Santa-cide
And terminating Christmastide."

"Santa is a good guy, which tradition does imply
I do not believe that he would stoop to tell a lie.
Nor be a risk to any one, no fine will be imposed.
This man is not guilty; I say the case be closed.