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Sunday, December 23, 2018
'tis the season
Tasha is in a holiday mood and is looking for poems about the Christmas Season . "Tis the season so how about Merry and Happy as a theme. You can even do a Bah Humbug if you like! Let Christmas ring..
sorry tash. my last 5 christmas's have been disasters. my girl left me on christmas eve 2 years ago. 3 years ago i was homeless. i'd like to write you a happy one. i know you love christmas, but i would be lying. straight up on the screen. very little time
GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
no tree. no presents. no tinsel and i just paid the rent didn't get back the money i lent sorry i can't go on with this never getting a christmas wish or, kiss
i want to be happy and merry and not in a mess but to pretend to be happy would be foolishness back to one room and a view of a brick wall the walls draw in and it feels like a tomb not even allowed to smoke in the room, or hall my christmas spirit got all shattered and broke.
I like the honesty in this poe, and I did say, if you noticed that there can be a bah humbug quality as well, so fret not. Honesty is a valuable quality in a poem as it is in life.
if you want a Christmas kiss carry some mistletoe around. remember mistletoe has white berries. the holly has red. as for all your Christmases being a disaster I'm sorry but you do enjoy the down part of life so actually they were perfect for you.
i told you bonita, i don't enjoy the down side of life. it enjoys me. example- my hotel is on fire and the guy to show me my new flat didn't turn up today. you think i enjoy late trains and insane women? all i ever wanted was a quiet life with a library lady and a puppy....too much to ask? - love paul.
you wouldn't want to psychoanalyze me vic. you would get lost in there ha ha. just a series of events poem. got a better one for later - love and happy new year - paul.
You need to brighten up your life. Start with your place to live...if you did this, I think it would spice up your entire being. you could start with that window with the brick view. Get a huge curtain and cover the whole wall, like a really big bay window. We lived in a basement, one room apartment and I did this. It made the room seem larger. The other thing I did was invest in a big mirror and I hung it on another wall. Once you do that, get yourself some really cool clothing. From the second hand store, of course. Make yourself feel the way you want to feel. Make sure you get some of your favorite food at least once a week. Cut down on the booze and the cigarettes. Then...ask the librarian out on a date.
thanks wolfie. found a flat. filled in all the forms. then the landlord decided he wasn't renting the flat but selling the whole building. walked out growling. heyyyy all my clothes are cool. gangster hat. clash t - shirt. fonzie jacket....just need some blue suede shoes ha ha - happy new year - paul.
Christmas is here and then it's gone the part before it always seems long. Then it arrives and lo and behold the stores rejoice at all that they've sold. I like the season, for all its glitter, for presents that need to go back, and its litter, I like the season of cheerful wishes, and newspaper tales of kindness and kisses. I wish it lasted for more than a day to keep the spirit alive to stay. If Christmas continued with each day's birth, then glorious peace would reign on the earth.
Christmas past haunts me each December. Dead musicians, sans scratchy needles, croon just as when my mother played them. Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Elvis.
Dead musicians sans scratchy needles-- Judy Garland, Karen Carpenter Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Elvis, Burl Ives, Gene Autry and Nat King Cole,
Judy Garland, Karen Carpenter. They rise to sing again each Christmas. Burl Ives, Gene Autry and Nat King Cole, memories smash as I hearken them.
They rise to sing again each Christmas, croon just as when my mother played them. memories smash as I hearken them, Christmas past haunts me each December.
I, personally, think that pantoums are fun and a very strong way to put across a point. I don't think they would work for love stories but, it worked great for this particular poem. I was just thinking about dead performers the other day. It like they never die. They don't even have to age. I really, really loved the line, "memories smash as I hearken them"...intense...
Victoria, I was also raised on dead people singing Christmas carols for about a month before Christmas. My stepmother was really into Christmas. I really enjoyed this poem!
Interesting take...Curious about the word smash? How do you mean it? How do memories smash? Your mom was playing a phonograph, yes? Interesting how certain songs have lingered.
a little christmas rapping song, with harmonica. get ready to rap.
CHRISTMAS AT THE GRAINGER
the grainger hotel gives me a silent night no need to shout and fight an insomniacs delight
my tiny ghost hotel maid that i rarely see is called lei a refugee from kurdistan she says " towels, bed, bathroom, clean mister man "
met a nice kady while i was lying about being lazy amazingly, she isn't crazy eeerrrrr maybe it's early yet and i never liked an early christmas bet
oh shit!!! now she is asking for money some cock and bull story that smells funny about her fathers ring does she think i'm santa endless presents i bring just wanted a sing and a bit of banter
aaawww hell the hotel caught on fire another thing to make me tire.
it's all over the internet about the hotel fire in westgate road newcastle at the grainger. hope i don't return to a burnt out hole in the ground.....oh well!
yeah well, i'm pretty sick of it too. the subject was christmas. i told you about my christmas. that's what happened. what?? you want me to lie and say this money grabbing woman is nice and kind. well she isn't. one reason i'm moving out. it's not a matter of judging character. all women can do the " nice " act for 48 hours. then it starts to slip. i know real nice women, but they are married and i don't do that - sorry you consider my life shit. but you are right. it is - paul.
It's really hard to comment. You really do have some great potential but you're stuck in a rut. I honestly think you should try dating a librarian because it might change your opinion about women which in turn may also make your poetry more exciting. The first two verses actually gave me some insight into your life. I loved the imagery that surrounded the maid!
been trying to date a librarian for years wolfie. but they all tend to be married with kids. charlotte and i really got on, but her boyfriend is a surgeon and she is gonna be a doctor. how do i compete with that? this woman in the poem was asking for a thousand pounds to get back a pawned ring, within 24 hours of meeting me. disapointed more than anything. just how stupid does she think i am? - love - paul.
Paul F, Dating is so hard. I got married so that I wouldn't have to go out on dates. Well, Linda and I do go out on dates but, it's not the same thing as dating. Paul B.
indeed paul. that moment when you realise you have nothing in common with her at all and praying she would just shut up for 2 minutes and let me get a word in.....then it's looking at your watch time as she gets more drunk - and these are my good dates ha ha - happy new year - paul.
Interesting poem, and like Linda. I like the first two verses the best. Perhaps speaking more about your surroundings and less about you might be even more effective.
Yes indeed, LOVE is the one gift that all walks of life can afford to give to each other! And you're right about the magic and it CAN last all year round if only people would wake up and be kind and "leave hate and anger (far) behind" I believe that this poem bespeaks the makings of your heart...
rather naive i thought bonita. all the problems from the other 364 days of the year are still waiting, but people paint on the happy face for one day to escape, or not, in the cases of the street kids. all it means to them and me is that all the shops are shut, so it's bloody inconvieniant - no magic around here. think the council confiscated it - paul.
Umm..excuse me, Paul but, my sister is anything but, naïve...she is very worldly. And the point is that maybe people have to look a little more intensely in order to find the magic but, that feeling is so worth it especially if you can pass it on to others...perhaps someone like you...what better gift than a "random act of kindness"
OK...I think the way the poem is set up that the word "next" with the ? after it....um it is strategically placed to be quite phallic...celebrate life!!!!
looking through the ornate store front she reveled in the sparkle of the season a blast of cold north wind stung her bones sending her into a world made of dreams
she reveled in the sparkle of the season it brought back fragments of Christmas, gone sending her into a world made of dreams where love and hope were a part of her
it brought back fragments of Christmas, gone there was joy and wide-eyed wonder where love and hope were a part of her but, now she walked in rags, unlike before
there was joy and wide-eyed wonder her family gone, she had her friends but, now she walked in rags, unlike before then, something bright surprised her eyes
her family gone, she had her friends she wished that she had gifts to give them then, something bright surprised her eyes unbelieving hands darted in the dumpster
she wished that she had gifts to give them here was a full bag of presents, wrapped unbelieving hands darted in the dumpster rewarded with a bag of gifts, eyes wide in awe
here was a full bag of presents, wrapped she'd know real soon what was in them rewarded with a bag of gifts, eyes wide in awe scurrying off into the night, a smile on her face
she'd know real soon what was in them a blast of cold north wind stung her bones scurrying off into the night, a smile on her face looking through the ornate store front
A very touching story, here. I liked the line, "a blast of cold north wind stung her bones." this kind of set the scene for me. I pictured an emaciated street girl with stringy hair and a beautiful smile.
sorry tash. my last 5 christmas's have been disasters. my girl left me on christmas eve 2 years ago. 3 years ago i was homeless. i'd like to write you a happy one. i know you love christmas, but i would be lying. straight up on the screen. very little time
ReplyDeleteGHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
no tree. no presents. no tinsel and i just paid the rent
didn't get back the money i lent
sorry i can't go on with this
never getting a christmas wish
or, kiss
i want to be happy and merry and not in a mess
but to pretend to be happy would be foolishness
back to one room
and a view of a brick wall
the walls draw in and it feels like a tomb
not even allowed to smoke
in the room, or hall
my christmas spirit got all
shattered and broke.
I like the honesty in this poe, and I did say, if you noticed that there can be a bah humbug quality as well, so fret not. Honesty is a valuable quality in a poem as it is in life.
Deleteif you want a Christmas kiss carry some mistletoe around. remember mistletoe has white berries. the holly has red. as for all your Christmases being a disaster I'm sorry but you do enjoy the down part of life so actually they were perfect for you.
DeleteThis poem makes me want to psychoanalyze you. LOL. Awfully whiny poem. Sorry I don't like this one, far to self-pitying and self-indulgent.
Deleteyou called me poe tash. ( by accident, but still flattered ha ha ). should be moving but complications have set in, as they always do - love paul.
Deletei told you bonita, i don't enjoy the down side of life. it enjoys me. example- my hotel is on fire and the guy to show me my new flat didn't turn up today. you think i enjoy late trains and insane women? all i ever wanted was a quiet life with a library lady and a puppy....too much to ask? - love paul.
Deleteyou wouldn't want to psychoanalyze me vic. you would get lost in there ha ha. just a series of events poem. got a better one for later - love and happy new year - paul.
DeleteYou need to brighten up your life. Start with your place to live...if you did this, I think it would spice up your entire being. you could start with that window with the brick view. Get a huge curtain and cover the whole wall, like a really big bay window. We lived in a basement, one room apartment and I did this. It made the room seem larger. The other thing I did was invest in a big mirror and I hung it on another wall. Once you do that, get yourself some really cool clothing. From the second hand store, of course. Make yourself feel the way you want to feel. Make sure you get some of your favorite food at least once a week. Cut down on the booze and the cigarettes. Then...ask the librarian out on a date.
Deletethanks wolfie. found a flat. filled in all the forms. then the landlord decided he wasn't renting the flat but selling the whole building. walked out growling. heyyyy all my clothes are cool. gangster hat. clash t - shirt. fonzie jacket....just need some blue suede shoes ha ha - happy new year - paul.
DeleteWhat a lovely set of suggestions, you have such a beautiful heart, Dear One.
DeleteChristmas is here and then it's gone
ReplyDeletethe part before it always seems long.
Then it arrives and lo and behold
the stores rejoice at all that they've sold.
I like the season, for all its glitter,
for presents that need to go back, and its litter,
I like the season of cheerful wishes,
and newspaper tales of kindness and kisses.
I wish it lasted for more than a day
to keep the spirit alive to stay.
If Christmas continued with each day's birth,
then glorious peace would reign on the earth.
Love the sentiment and well-written poem!
Deletereads like a christmas carol tash. pity people go back to being people and forget all about the homeless on boxing day - love - paul.
DeleteI like the last two lines. good thought.
DeleteHey!!! this is a well written poem with a great sentiment! Your rhyme and rhythm are spot on. Very enjoyable read
DeleteThanks to all for kindly comments.
DeleteGhosts of Christmas Past
ReplyDeleteChristmas past haunts me each December.
Dead musicians, sans scratchy needles,
croon just as when my mother played them.
Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Elvis.
Dead musicians sans scratchy needles--
Judy Garland, Karen Carpenter
Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Elvis,
Burl Ives, Gene Autry and Nat King Cole,
Judy Garland, Karen Carpenter.
They rise to sing again each Christmas.
Burl Ives, Gene Autry and Nat King Cole,
memories smash as I hearken them.
They rise to sing again each Christmas,
croon just as when my mother played them.
memories smash as I hearken them,
Christmas past haunts me each December.
Sorry Tad, a pantoum is what came out. I write what I write. It's better than not writing at all...
Deletedead musicians are very popular at christmas....i wonder why that is? - love - paul.
Deleteawesome write! I love it love it love it. maybe we should start a dead musicians society
DeleteYou’re allowed.
DeleteI, personally, think that pantoums are fun and a very strong way to put across a point. I don't think they would work for love stories but, it worked great for this particular poem. I was just thinking about dead performers the other day. It like they never die. They don't even have to age. I really, really loved the line, "memories smash as I hearken them"...intense...
DeleteVictoria, I was also raised on dead people singing Christmas carols for about a month before Christmas. My stepmother was really into Christmas. I really enjoyed this poem!
DeleteInteresting take...Curious about the word smash? How do you mean it? How do memories smash? Your mom was playing a phonograph, yes? Interesting how certain songs have lingered.
ReplyDeletea little christmas rapping song, with harmonica. get ready to rap.
ReplyDeleteCHRISTMAS AT THE GRAINGER
the grainger hotel gives me a silent night
no need to shout and fight
an insomniacs delight
my tiny ghost hotel maid that i rarely see
is called lei
a refugee from kurdistan
she says " towels, bed, bathroom, clean mister man "
met a nice kady
while i was lying about being lazy
amazingly, she isn't crazy
eeerrrrr maybe
it's early yet
and i never liked an early christmas bet
oh shit!!! now she is asking for money
some cock and bull story that smells funny
about her fathers ring
does she think i'm santa
endless presents i bring
just wanted a sing
and a bit of banter
aaawww hell the hotel caught on fire
another thing to make me tire.
it's all over the internet about the hotel fire in westgate road newcastle at the grainger. hope i don't return to a burnt out hole in the ground.....oh well!
yeah well, i'm pretty sick of it too. the subject was christmas. i told you about my christmas. that's what happened. what?? you want me to lie and say this money grabbing woman is nice and kind. well she isn't. one reason i'm moving out. it's not a matter of judging character. all women can do the " nice " act for 48 hours. then it starts to slip. i know real nice women, but they are married and i don't do that - sorry you consider my life shit. but you are right. it is - paul.
DeleteIt's really hard to comment. You really do have some great potential but you're stuck in a rut. I honestly think you should try dating a librarian because it might change your opinion about women which in turn may also make your poetry more exciting. The first two verses actually gave me some insight into your life. I loved the imagery that surrounded the maid!
Deletebeen trying to date a librarian for years wolfie. but they all tend to be married with kids. charlotte and i really got on, but her boyfriend is a surgeon and she is gonna be a doctor. how do i compete with that? this woman in the poem was asking for a thousand pounds to get back a pawned ring, within 24 hours of meeting me. disapointed more than anything. just how stupid does she think i am? - love - paul.
DeletePaul F, Dating is so hard. I got married so that I wouldn't have to go out on dates. Well, Linda and I do go out on dates but, it's not the same thing as dating. Paul B.
Deleteindeed paul. that moment when you realise you have nothing in common with her at all and praying she would just shut up for 2 minutes and let me get a word in.....then it's looking at your watch time as she gets more drunk - and these are my good dates ha ha - happy new year - paul.
DeleteInteresting poem, and like Linda. I like the first two verses the best. Perhaps speaking more about your surroundings and less about you might be even more effective.
DeleteChristmas is love
ReplyDeletegiving to help others
leaving hate and anger behind
We open our hearts
mend broken relationships
Christmas is love
Sharing what we have with those who have not
in hope & unity
leaving hate and anger behind
May auld acquaintance be forgot
a new you blossom.
Christmas is love
It is helping others
build a new life of hope
leaving hate and anger behind
Why can't we do that all year?
Why do we need a holiday to remind us
Christmas is love?
Yes Christmas is magical
the magic should last all year
leaving the hate and anger behind.
Random acts of kindness
grow as love is passed around
leaving the hate and anger behind.
Christmas is LOVE!
Yes indeed, LOVE is the one gift that all walks of life can afford to give to each other! And you're right about the magic and it CAN last all year round if only people would wake up and be kind and "leave hate and anger (far) behind" I believe that this poem bespeaks the makings of your heart...
DeleteBonnie, Love and kindness are gifts for the whole year but, what a great way to express the spirit of Christmas. Nice poem!
DeleteVery fine indeed, big heart, big sentiments.
Deleterather naive i thought bonita. all the problems from the other 364 days of the year are still waiting, but people paint on the happy face for one day to escape, or not, in the cases of the street kids. all it means to them and me is that all the shops are shut, so it's bloody inconvieniant - no magic around here. think the council confiscated it - paul.
ReplyDeleteUmm..excuse me, Paul but, my sister is anything but, naïve...she is very worldly. And the point is that maybe people have to look a little more intensely in order to find the magic but, that feeling is so worth it especially if you can pass it on to others...perhaps someone like you...what better gift than a "random act of kindness"
Deletei do the random acts of kindness. it usually ends up with someone taking advantage.
DeleteJust because you have a down head doesn't mean you must rain on someone else's parade, do lighten up? Or else, get a rainbow umbrella.
DeleteI wanted to wait till I had the true Christmas spirit.
ReplyDeleteCHRISTMAS TRIOLET
Deck the halls!
Let’s have sex!
Off the walls!
Deck the halls!
Kiss my balls!
C’mon, who’s next?
Deck the halls!
Let’s have sex!
lmbo! deck the balls with bells of holly!
DeleteOK...I think the way the poem is set up that the word "next" with the ? after it....um it is strategically placed to be quite phallic...celebrate life!!!!
DeleteThat was a lucky accident. It works, though!
DeleteTad, I always enjoy your work. This one gave me a chuckle!
DeleteMe too! Tickle tickle...
Deletelooking through the ornate store front
ReplyDeleteshe reveled in the sparkle of the season
a blast of cold north wind stung her bones
sending her into a world made of dreams
she reveled in the sparkle of the season
it brought back fragments of Christmas, gone
sending her into a world made of dreams
where love and hope were a part of her
it brought back fragments of Christmas, gone
there was joy and wide-eyed wonder
where love and hope were a part of her
but, now she walked in rags, unlike before
there was joy and wide-eyed wonder
her family gone, she had her friends
but, now she walked in rags, unlike before
then, something bright surprised her eyes
her family gone, she had her friends
she wished that she had gifts to give them
then, something bright surprised her eyes
unbelieving hands darted in the dumpster
she wished that she had gifts to give them
here was a full bag of presents, wrapped
unbelieving hands darted in the dumpster
rewarded with a bag of gifts, eyes wide in awe
here was a full bag of presents, wrapped
she'd know real soon what was in them
rewarded with a bag of gifts, eyes wide in awe
scurrying off into the night, a smile on her face
she'd know real soon what was in them
a blast of cold north wind stung her bones
scurrying off into the night, a smile on her face
looking through the ornate store front
Christmas is a time of miracles and you gave us a beautiful one. lovely write.
DeleteA very touching story, here. I liked the line, "a blast of cold north wind stung her bones." this kind of set the scene for me. I pictured an emaciated street girl with stringy hair and a beautiful smile.
DeleteInspired!!! Love this poem. What a lovely story and so well told. KUDOS!!!
Deletesometimes that glass can be rose coloured. nice sentiments though wolfie - love - paul.
ReplyDeletecelebrate Christmas
ReplyDeleteit's a festive fun season
celebrate your life
My sentiments exactly!!!
Delete