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cafetwo2010

Christmas alone

Many may spend this season
longing for the laughter and
communion of family and
friends
Many may pour through photo
albums recalling happier times
or wishing their mate or fantasy
lover would be sharing a cup of
hot chocolate in front of a crackling
fire
But even more may find themselves
gazing at those same old walls and
taking that familiar walk accross that
cold lonely bridge
We may feel we have lost lifes best
and the torturous long hellish years
haven't amounted to much and there's
not much left to do but feed the animals
and go to bed
But there is no loneliness for the true
lover of life
Only the wicked are truly alone for they
have no qualities or character to recomend
them to the land of the living
But the love for others breeds a glowing
joy deep within that finds a thousand
possibilities in every breath of life
It is always christmas for those who
love
Silver bells are the song of the soul
Imagination is a sleigh ride into an
exploding galaxy
Never mind that others can't see it..
It is a gift from heaven to you.
We shall dance on the rings of Saturn
Santa's got a brand new bag****
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Posted: Dec 2012
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gnj4u

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."
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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.
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adjhe

Homemade

For many hours i sat
to do this creative
present just for you.
In each and every
stitch is love from
me to you.
For this present is
made from the heart.
This present will
always be in the closet
for you to see.
Thinking of the
Christmas past this
present will always
last in your heart
for you to know how
much i love you so.
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Posted: Dec 2012
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adjhe

Just One More Time

There once was this little girl who wanted only to have a perfect Christmas. Her name was Mary and she was 11 years old. Her dad came into the room one early one morning and announced today was the day to go and get the Christmas tree. She went with her dad to pick out the tree on the farm. They looked at a bunch of them before they found the perfect tree. They carried the tre and secured it to the top of the car. Her dad carried the tree when they got home into the front room to set it up. Everyone came together to decorate the tree. This was an all day event. They sang Christmas carols as the tree was being decorated.
The next day Mary went with her mom shopping for Christmas presents. They went in store after store until their arms were so full they could not carry anymore. After shopping they ended up at the ice cream shop getting their traditional cones. They would sit there and talk about what else they had to do to get ready for the holidays. Mary was so excited as she was listening to her mom tell her what still needed to be done. Her mom was letting her help with the planning for the Christmas party. They hurried on home to wrap all that they Had bought to put them under the tree. Then they made popcorn and watched It’s A Wonderful Life. They were doing funny voices and copying the lines. After the movie we all went to bed tomorrow was another busy day.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this at 2am 24 december part 1
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adjhe

Just One More Time Part 2

In the morning after breakfast she scurried off to the kitchen to find the cookie cutters, rolling pin and decoration for the cookies. It was time to make the cookies my mom and grandma were heading to the kitchen. Grandma helped me make my sugar cookie mix and plopped the cookie dough in front me. Cookie after cookie were placed on the sheet until there was no more dough left. Grandma placed the cookies in the oven and turned on the light. She sat there watching the cookies through the Window just waiting for the timer to go off. Finally they were done and her mom took them out of the oven and laid them on a cooling tray. Mary and her mom made frosting of all different colors. Mary kept grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the frosting for just one more taste. Then to Mary’s delight it was time to decorate. Mary had all the decorations out for easy access. Mary was having so much fun. Her grandma came over to help her while her mom started the pies. They were all singing Christmas carols. This was such a good time for the family everyone loved being together for the holidays.
The cookies and pies were done and we all collapsed in front of the television to watch a Christmas carol. For they knew Christmas was going to be a busy day. It was not soon before everyone had fallen asleep. Mary was dreaming of all the possibilities tomorrow held. Mary dreamt about all the presents she had asked Santa for. Which ones were under the tree she had no clue.
They all woke up and started cleaning up the house as they knew the party was only hours away. They started the food for the festive celebration. They even made the appetizers and froze them ahead of time. The china was brought out to wash and serving platters in order to stage the food around the room. They were getting so excited as the time was getting close. The family went upstairs to dress so they would be able to welcome everyone in just a little while. The dresses were so formal Mary was not sure which one to pick. She finally settled on a red frilly dress. She liked it because when she twirled it lifted up.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Part 2
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hershorn

Holiday Poem 2012

Holiday Poem 2012
By: Jay Hershorn

Let’s all reflect upon the year which quickly passed us by,
The holidays have finished now, and New Year’s Eve is nigh.
The weather that we’re facing now is frigid, yes it’s true,
So please warm up, enjoy this poem, passed on from me to you.
In just a week we’re back again with family and our friends,
To celebrate the coming year that’s just around the bend.
And when the ball is sliding down, you count down till it drops,
They say that time’s a riverbed, it never really stops.
Reflect upon the story of your life from this past year,
And you will find that there are things we all should hold quite dear.
For instance we should all be glad to be in such good health,
Or maybe there are people who’ve acquired newfound wealth.
I think the best is happiness, which everybody needs,
To have a smile on your face, it makes you feel so free.
A mix of ups and downs I think, is something we’ve all had,
But in the end we proudly say “it really ain’t so bad!”
So let’s make resolutions for the year that’s due to come,
It’s great to make a list of them, we all can think of some!
And on the night of New Year’s Eve with champagne in your glass,
The troubles that you may have had will surely come to pass.
As midnight chimes with cheers abound I’ll jubilantly say,
“This year will bring fortune, but I’ll take it day by day.”

I hope everyone had a great holiday and is looking forward to a new year full of endless possibilities. As the famous Scottish song states “For Auld Lang Syne”: as we look forward to our future, don’t forget to enjoy your memories of the past for old times’ sake. Happy New Year everyone!
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
My holiday poem for 2012
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mcradloff

Santa Scale is Coming to Town

You better watch out
You better not cheat
You better not pig out
I'm telling you why
Santa Scale is coming to town
Santa Scale is coming to town
Santa Scale is coming to town
He's making a list
He's checking it twice
He's gonna find out whose fat or fit
Santa Scale is coming to town
Santa Scale is coming to town
Santa Scale is coming to town
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've eaten fruit or cake
So you better be good for goodness sake
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
The New Year is approaching, and with it all the diets will start again. I saw diet ads during the Christmas season. How low can you get? Making people feel guilty during the holidays. Happy New Year Everybody!
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Unknown

My Happy New Year Wishes For You

I wish for all CS poets a happy new year
May 2013 be a year filled with joy and cheer
Certainly there will be a few scares and tears
But the Gods won’t give anyone more than he can bear
Take time to hug and kiss the one you hold dear
Those that can and have time to spare
Share with a friend a jug of beer cheers

May you from time to time go out and dine
Never forgetting the difference made by a bottle of wine wine
Seeking good for others may you always be inclined
And with the ones aspiring to reach the stars yourself align
May you never to hopelessness and despair ever resign?
Always expecting your endeavors to be a gold mine
May 2013 be a year that turn out just fine
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Posted: Dec 2012
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Unknown

New Year's Bells Ringing "Happy New Year"

New Year’s Bells Ringing “Happy New Year”

Tis the Ringing of the New Year’s Bells

It’s time to see the old one passing bye

Tolling out the old year and pealing in the new

Wishing Poets & Friends on Connecticut Singles

“A Happy New Years Season”

And farewell to the old one’s end!

Happy New Year!

JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Another new beginning!
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mcradloff

Taking down the Christmas Tree

I took down the outside ligts
I put the manger scene away
I took the Christmas cartoons off my fridge
I put away my collection of Christmas Coke cans
I put my angels and Christmas towels away
I took the garland off the tree
I took the ornaments off the tree
I accidentally broke one that was about 50 years old
I dropped one but the craft string protected the ornament
I took off the star
I took off the lights
I dismantled the artificial tree
I had my Christmas decorations up for 50 days
I miss them, but it was time
I had to get read for the superbowl
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
I normally put my Christmas decorations away the first Saturday after the New Year. I will not be decorating again until September 15 when I celebrate Halloween again. There are many who keep theirs up till after the super bowl, some leave them up a lot longer. They are usually the same ones who have rotten pumpkins on their porch in December.
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