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A Christmas Miracle
A Christmas Miracle
It was six months ago, and a day,
when her husband passed away.
The doctors said there's no more to do,
so she quit her job to help him through.
The child was sleeping when his father died,
to tell her son, oh, how she tried.
The little boy cried that night,
full of fear, full of fright.
And on that night she lost her faith,
never to believe in the "Pearly Gate."
She made a vow to never pray,
it meant nothing now, anyway.
At the funeral, he could only stare,
wishing that his dad were there.
Tears were filling people's eyes,
saddened by the young boy's cries.
As the months went by, things got rough,
she went back to work, but it wasn't enough.
With no food, no money, and bills to pay,
she just couldn't bring herself to pray.
Before she knew it, it was Christmastime,
and she wasn't able to save a dime.
She felt so bad that she had no tree,
for all her son's friends to see.
On Christmas Eve, they slept together;
she promised her son, she'd be there forever.
He asked her if Santa was coming tonight.
she whispered no, with tears in sight.
Her son would sulk; it wasn't fair;
she hated to see him in despair.
She wanted to give her son some joy,
oh, how she wished she had a toy.
Then:
The mother got to her knees to pray,
asking the Lord to hear her say.
She asked for help to return a smile,
to the face of her little child.
On Christmas morning, the boy was screaming;
she saw his eyes were wide and gleaming.
At the door were games, toys, even a bike,
and a card that said, "For the tyke."
With a great big smile and eyes so bright,
he kissed his mom as he held her tight.
She learned that a charity heard of her plight,
and frantically scrambled through the night.
Then again:
The mother got to her knees to pray,
thanking the Lord for hearing her say.
She thanked the Lord for returning a smile,
to the face of her little child.
It was six months ago, and a day,
when her husband passed away.
The doctors said there's no more to do,
so she quit her job to help him through.
The child was sleeping when his father died,
to tell her son, oh, how she tried.
The little boy cried that night,
full of fear, full of fright.
And on that night she lost her faith,
never to believe in the "Pearly Gate."
She made a vow to never pray,
it meant nothing now, anyway.
At the funeral, he could only stare,
wishing that his dad were there.
Tears were filling people's eyes,
saddened by the young boy's cries.
As the months went by, things got rough,
she went back to work, but it wasn't enough.
With no food, no money, and bills to pay,
she just couldn't bring herself to pray.
Before she knew it, it was Christmastime,
and she wasn't able to save a dime.
She felt so bad that she had no tree,
for all her son's friends to see.
On Christmas Eve, they slept together;
she promised her son, she'd be there forever.
He asked her if Santa was coming tonight.
she whispered no, with tears in sight.
Her son would sulk; it wasn't fair;
she hated to see him in despair.
She wanted to give her son some joy,
oh, how she wished she had a toy.
Then:
The mother got to her knees to pray,
asking the Lord to hear her say.
She asked for help to return a smile,
to the face of her little child.
On Christmas morning, the boy was screaming;
she saw his eyes were wide and gleaming.
At the door were games, toys, even a bike,
and a card that said, "For the tyke."
With a great big smile and eyes so bright,
he kissed his mom as he held her tight.
She learned that a charity heard of her plight,
and frantically scrambled through the night.
Then again:
The mother got to her knees to pray,
thanking the Lord for hearing her say.
She thanked the Lord for returning a smile,
to the face of her little child.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
This poem tells the story of a mother's desperate prayer and a Christmas Miracle for her little boy.
Eligible Bachelor
Is there someone as feckless as myself?
But just as lusty when the mood is right
Someone who won’t mind washing the delft,
Watching the football and drinking all night
Don’t expect me to decorate,
Cut down trees or dig the weeds
I won’t be much help if you’re in a state
But I may surprise you with selfless deeds
I have a temper and love a good rant
But I’ll calm down soon if you just agree
I’ll do what I can and shirk what I can’t
So you better get used to humouring me
Your family will hate me so best we don’t meet
Tell them I’m shy and I work odd hours
I’m much too boring to flirt or to cheat
On Valentine’s Day, there’ll always be flowers
I’ve got a good memory and won’t forget
Birthday and anniversary cards
I’ll annually mark the day that we met
With food and wine and kindest regards
I’ll break every promise I promised to keep
So promise you’ll never hold me to them
And every night before we fall asleep
I’ll kiss your cold shoulder and whisper Je t’aime
But just as lusty when the mood is right
Someone who won’t mind washing the delft,
Watching the football and drinking all night
Don’t expect me to decorate,
Cut down trees or dig the weeds
I won’t be much help if you’re in a state
But I may surprise you with selfless deeds
I have a temper and love a good rant
But I’ll calm down soon if you just agree
I’ll do what I can and shirk what I can’t
So you better get used to humouring me
Your family will hate me so best we don’t meet
Tell them I’m shy and I work odd hours
I’m much too boring to flirt or to cheat
On Valentine’s Day, there’ll always be flowers
I’ve got a good memory and won’t forget
Birthday and anniversary cards
I’ll annually mark the day that we met
With food and wine and kindest regards
I’ll break every promise I promised to keep
So promise you’ll never hold me to them
And every night before we fall asleep
I’ll kiss your cold shoulder and whisper Je t’aime
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
Just a quick description of myself
AL DI LA MY LOVE
AL DE LA MY LOVE
You and I had everything calculated and planned
We were just following fate and its every command
Two souls were going to find forever in an unexpected land
And neither of us would dare to defy destiny’s demand
We were supposed to last a lifetime together no matter what
That was this man and his lady’s predetermined plot
No one could rattle our teacups or shake up the place
Not as long as two lovers had the other’s embrace
I recall adding and subtracting and then reaching a perfect sum
We were sitting on a settee having biscuits and sharing one glass of rum
We shared everything including time, smiles and each other’s past
But simply because a person says “forever” doesn’t mean it will last
Because you hit a rocky road and a curve at too great a speed
You died and I didn’t believe death could be so easily decreed
We were acting in haste while all the time we thought, devised and planned and sadly together we will never find that forever’s clandestine land
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You and I had everything calculated and planned
We were just following fate and its every command
Two souls were going to find forever in an unexpected land
And neither of us would dare to defy destiny’s demand
We were supposed to last a lifetime together no matter what
That was this man and his lady’s predetermined plot
No one could rattle our teacups or shake up the place
Not as long as two lovers had the other’s embrace
I recall adding and subtracting and then reaching a perfect sum
We were sitting on a settee having biscuits and sharing one glass of rum
We shared everything including time, smiles and each other’s past
But simply because a person says “forever” doesn’t mean it will last
Because you hit a rocky road and a curve at too great a speed
You died and I didn’t believe death could be so easily decreed
We were acting in haste while all the time we thought, devised and planned and sadly together we will never find that forever’s clandestine land
© 2011.….~ Phreepoetry….free cee!~
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Posted: Oct 2011
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THIS IS A POEM
Charvak
"Be indebted and take the ghee
to the last drop," when said it he,
he did not mean that man lazy be
and the truth behind fails to see.
Be indebted and the ghee you take
to enjoy your life for life's sake,
not lazy man himself to make
but to remain ever awake.
Life is short and born accident;
water, air, earth, fire element
together with space do augment
the human life development.
On this earth if you are born once,
enjoy your life and gladly dance;
at other sayings look askance,
because for you there is no chance
to be born on this earth again.
Once this body is free from pain
of living, people say in vain:
Moksha the soul does not attain.
What remains after cremation?
How does not one get salvation?
With death ends life's crowded action.
So no soul is in operation.
to the last drop," when said it he,
he did not mean that man lazy be
and the truth behind fails to see.
Be indebted and the ghee you take
to enjoy your life for life's sake,
not lazy man himself to make
but to remain ever awake.
Life is short and born accident;
water, air, earth, fire element
together with space do augment
the human life development.
On this earth if you are born once,
enjoy your life and gladly dance;
at other sayings look askance,
because for you there is no chance
to be born on this earth again.
Once this body is free from pain
of living, people say in vain:
Moksha the soul does not attain.
What remains after cremation?
How does not one get salvation?
With death ends life's crowded action.
So no soul is in operation.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
This poem is based on the Charvak philosophy of life, the first of its category which originated in India in 10th century BC and which denies the existence of God and Soul.DID YOU SNOW THAT BE4
DID YOU SNOW THAT BEFORE
That’s how it goes
The rain bounces off the concrete
And then some days it snows
When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet
Now imagine you have to get somewhere
A place where peace is found and personified
It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear
While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied
Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there
But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection
A place where few people would go from force or out of fear
But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection
Whilst outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow
And he never need wonder why he ends up there within
He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow
While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin
Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old
Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes
‘It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or a freezing and frigid cold
Let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow
And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow
© 2010 FREE4AWLPOET that would be me ~free cee!~
That’s how it goes
The rain bounces off the concrete
And then some days it snows
When it’s difficult to lift one’s feet
Now imagine you have to get somewhere
A place where peace is found and personified
It doesn’t matter how far a trip you must bear
While thirteen inches of snow is by which your trip is defied
Now I’m talking about a place of perfect peace residing there
But hanging in a closet six miles away is your armor for protection
A place where few people would go from force or out of fear
But then you envision a shooting gallery where relaxation is found with every calming injection
Whilst outside a tenement window a teenager views the snow
And he never need wonder why he ends up there within
He hears the soothing sigh of every shot and the sound of the wind to blow
While the teen knows that going to a damnable domain is a sacrilegious sin
Now that once young teenage boy has swiftly turned too old
Yet and still he treks anywhere a junkie goes
‘It doesn’t matter if it’s 99 degrees or a freezing and frigid cold
Let’s look at it this way, at least there ain’t no grass to mow
And Lord knows this is one junkie ain’t going to be hampered by two feet of snow
© 2010 FREE4AWLPOET that would be me ~free cee!~
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Posted: Oct 2011
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THIS IS A POEMlike j.d.s.
J.D.S.
I am a reckless recluse
But I have an excuse
Society is un-sanctimonious
When I only want to hear the harmonious
I am hiding away
Awaiting a day
When people pledge peace
And nationalism will finally cease
I won’t let people find me
Not even if they’re behind me
Because I’d rather live alone
Than to live in a world I bemoan
Don’t look or search for me anywhere
Please beg do I not ever to dare
From your society I care to be exempt
Because I am a recluses content with contempt
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
I am a reckless recluse
But I have an excuse
Society is un-sanctimonious
When I only want to hear the harmonious
I am hiding away
Awaiting a day
When people pledge peace
And nationalism will finally cease
I won’t let people find me
Not even if they’re behind me
Because I’d rather live alone
Than to live in a world I bemoan
Don’t look or search for me anywhere
Please beg do I not ever to dare
From your society I care to be exempt
Because I am a recluses content with contempt
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Oct 2011
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this is a poemBREAKFAST AIN'T EGGS BENEDICT THAT'S FOR SURE
BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE
You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t no doubt
I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm as a shawl
Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free
But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
~free cee!~
You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t no doubt
I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm as a shawl
Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free
But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
~free cee!~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
IT'S A POEMBACKBIRD BYE BYE
BACKBIRD BYE BYE
The morning dew was blue that morn
Purple was the lawn
The clouds threatened an angry sky
As the sun watched the moon finally die
The birds flew backwards instead of ahead
While the waves of the sea were made of lead
A tree arose and began to walk away
When dreams of darkness turned night into day
The majesty of music lost its muse
And each note had a black and blue bruise
No symphonies played nor choirs sung
No lyrics of love to float off my tongue
I beheld the amber shadows no longer so glamorous
But the buttercups remained ever amorous
‘twas a morn born and birthed of sorrow
And all a man like me can do is pray there arrives no tomorrow
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
The morning dew was blue that morn
Purple was the lawn
The clouds threatened an angry sky
As the sun watched the moon finally die
The birds flew backwards instead of ahead
While the waves of the sea were made of lead
A tree arose and began to walk away
When dreams of darkness turned night into day
The majesty of music lost its muse
And each note had a black and blue bruise
No symphonies played nor choirs sung
No lyrics of love to float off my tongue
I beheld the amber shadows no longer so glamorous
But the buttercups remained ever amorous
‘twas a morn born and birthed of sorrow
And all a man like me can do is pray there arrives no tomorrow
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
IT'S A POEMYOU PEOPLE CLAIM TO KNOW WHAT POETRY IS!
LOOK ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO CLAIM TO BE A POET I AM HERE TO TELL YOU WHAT REAL POETRY IS--REAL POETRY IS THE SOUL OF A LADY THAT CAN MAKE A WEARY MAN DO WHAT HE MUST---REAL POETRY IS A LADY WHO CAN MAKE ME SMILE DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT HURTS ME PHYSICALLY TO DO SO---POETRY IS THIS LADY'S LAUGHTER----BUT MOST OF ALL POETRY IS THE SUNDAY SHE WAS BORN IN A SILENT WARD WHEN HER PARENTS SHOULD HAVE NAMED HER "JOY" BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT SHE IS TO ME AND TO ANY OF YOU WHO DEEM YOURSELVES POETS, SHE IS POETRY---"JOY" I KNOW YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS MEAGER OFFERING BUT MY WORDS ARE ALL I HAVE TO GIFT YOU WITH, OH AND A BOTTLE OF RAGGAE CHAMPAGNE BECAUSE YOU INTOXICATE ME SIMPLY BY BEING YOU-------
SHE IS STRONG AND I AM ALWAYS WRONG
How much can you forgive?
Can you forgive the way I live?
Can you overlook the multitude of mistakes I make?
And can you teach me to give more than I take?
I heard all about the horrors of your past
With a deep love until death made it one that wasn’t meant to last
For he left you when he was far too young
Which dashed all the dreams to which you both clung
You lost your soul mate and that makes me weep
And it seems the seeds you sow create sorrow no one wants to reap
As I imagine people say “that’s awful, but life must go on”
But they don’t know a life that has been bitter since he’s been gone
And so you seek and so you roam
And so you do what you must and then come home
Where you curse the silence of the living room where you and he would speak
As the lack of his lilting voice now hushed must leave you weak
I know were I you I’d probably pray to die
And need you beg to ask me why?
Your soul mate left and took with him your holy soul
And I can envision your heart that bears a canyon deep hole
An emptiness that may never be filled
And loneliness that sadly may forever be willed
Oh wouldst that I could fill that darkened hole
And urge whispers of wonder wouldst be my goal
I’d like nothing more than to share time of smiles with you
but we both know that scream and cry is what you’d rather do
and I’d also like nothing more than to grant you glee
so again I ask you, how much can you forgive of me?
© 2011.…PHEEEPOETREE ~free cee!~
BELIEVE ME ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK YOURSELVES POETS THIS DOESN'T DO "JOY" JUSTICE---I LIKE LIKING YOU GIRL! YOU ARE UNMITIGATED BEAUTY!
WITH ALL THE ADORATION I CAN SUMMON I SAY
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND
THANK YOU FOR MAKING MIDNIGHT DARKNESS BRIGHT!
FONDLY--YOUR free!~
SHE IS STRONG AND I AM ALWAYS WRONG
How much can you forgive?
Can you forgive the way I live?
Can you overlook the multitude of mistakes I make?
And can you teach me to give more than I take?
I heard all about the horrors of your past
With a deep love until death made it one that wasn’t meant to last
For he left you when he was far too young
Which dashed all the dreams to which you both clung
You lost your soul mate and that makes me weep
And it seems the seeds you sow create sorrow no one wants to reap
As I imagine people say “that’s awful, but life must go on”
But they don’t know a life that has been bitter since he’s been gone
And so you seek and so you roam
And so you do what you must and then come home
Where you curse the silence of the living room where you and he would speak
As the lack of his lilting voice now hushed must leave you weak
I know were I you I’d probably pray to die
And need you beg to ask me why?
Your soul mate left and took with him your holy soul
And I can envision your heart that bears a canyon deep hole
An emptiness that may never be filled
And loneliness that sadly may forever be willed
Oh wouldst that I could fill that darkened hole
And urge whispers of wonder wouldst be my goal
I’d like nothing more than to share time of smiles with you
but we both know that scream and cry is what you’d rather do
and I’d also like nothing more than to grant you glee
so again I ask you, how much can you forgive of me?
© 2011.…PHEEEPOETREE ~free cee!~
BELIEVE ME ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK YOURSELVES POETS THIS DOESN'T DO "JOY" JUSTICE---I LIKE LIKING YOU GIRL! YOU ARE UNMITIGATED BEAUTY!
WITH ALL THE ADORATION I CAN SUMMON I SAY
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND
THANK YOU FOR MAKING MIDNIGHT DARKNESS BRIGHT!
FONDLY--YOUR free!~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
IT WAS AN UTTER "JOY" TO CONSTRUCT THIS POEM FOR A STOIC LADYI'VE GOT GOOD NEWS AND I HAVE SAD NEWS
I’VE GOT GOOD NEWS AND I HAVE SAD NEWS
I am caring, giving and living a life not conducive to longevity
But rather based on brevity
Alas, I’ve lived too long and seen sh*t I’d rather not see
But hey, that’s just me
I hear people talking about this and that
With a tip of their hat
While on the tip of their tongue is nonsense
And nonsense has always caused me to become tense
I get upset when Mr. Next Door Neighbor vies for attention
and has a perverted sense of right and wrong with pretension
While he drives a big fancy car with an emblem he wants people to see
And I say that’s a shameful way for anyone to be
I’d rather wear out my shoe leather than join their crowd
Because I consider myself concerned, considerate and proud
I’m proud of the fact that I give a sh*t about what this world should be
But hey, that’s just me!
© 2011.….PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~~
I am caring, giving and living a life not conducive to longevity
But rather based on brevity
Alas, I’ve lived too long and seen sh*t I’d rather not see
But hey, that’s just me
I hear people talking about this and that
With a tip of their hat
While on the tip of their tongue is nonsense
And nonsense has always caused me to become tense
I get upset when Mr. Next Door Neighbor vies for attention
and has a perverted sense of right and wrong with pretension
While he drives a big fancy car with an emblem he wants people to see
And I say that’s a shameful way for anyone to be
I’d rather wear out my shoe leather than join their crowd
Because I consider myself concerned, considerate and proud
I’m proud of the fact that I give a sh*t about what this world should be
But hey, that’s just me!
© 2011.….PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~~
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Posted: Oct 2011
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