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Christmas Poems

09-04-2010 at 12:24:44 PM

RE: Christmas Poems


The Fairy Elf
___________



Once Upon A Christmas
in the land of blue and green
there lived a little princess
and her father was the King

and her mother was the Queen
and they loved her more than anything
for she was born the first of spring
a tiny little Fairy thing ....
who loved to laugh and loved to sing.

And like the other ones who fly
she danced in foggy morning sky
until a blizzering swirl caught her eye
and swooshed her off ... to the North Pole... oh my !

The sprinkles of twinkles that carried her high
like tiny sweet sundrops meant for a pie
the little one tasted them, smiling a sigh
"This MUST be a dream... so I won't say good-bye".

The crystalline windstorm ... twirled her around
The flutterone giggling, northern bound
'til finally she landed and heard not a sound
but then when she looked, she laughed to have found
"Ooooh, it's so pretty ... an all white ground."

And off in the distance, she saw the bright red
"Oh, what could THIS be?" ... and off she sped
to the wondrous adventure ... that waited ahead.

Her wingtips near frozen, as slowly she tread
on tiptoe to look ... at the THING by the shed
"Whoa HO and a HO ... who's THIS by our sled?"
She turned and saw creatures ... and hoped they'd been fed.

"Look! It's a Fairy !"
"But her face ... see the dread!"
"Oh please don't worry."
"Yes, please smile instead"
"We never hurt anyone..."
the Reindeer said.

And slowly she pointed ... afar ... to where ?
Hiding a giggle, she said, "Look ! There !"
and laughing she circled their heads in the air
"Na na na, na na na ... you took my dare."

And then she flew off ... and watched them stare
returning again, with dancing to share
gliding with circles, she sang Summer's Flair
bringing such warmth, to this place, cold and bare.

Summersaults, wintersaults ... a glilding, mid-air waltz
What made her blink . . . "Think, Fairy, think..."
... a piece of Heaven . . . fell from the sky
one landed... right in her eye.

Pretty little things, just like lace
She stuck out her tongue, for a snowflake taste.
Brrrs and wet giggles, covered her face
and then she stopped still, in the Reindeer space
Her ears perked up ... towards the cottage place
for she could hear music ... and she flew there in haste.

And there by the window, she strained her small head
to see the small Elf Ones ... in green and bright red
a small plaque was hanging, on wood, that said
"For All the Little Children ... Nestled in Bed".

She sat at the window, wishing she might
this shortest of days, and long Solstice night
"Oh to be an Elfin One... what they do is so much fun.
All I do is dance and sing... but THEY get to make those cute toy things."

"Oh Merry Melodie, do my eyes deceive me?
Why you sweet little Fairy... come in by our tree."
The Fairy, she looked ... at the sound by the door
Never she saw, so much color before
His scarlet cheeks, like the hat on his head
Volcano's live craters, were never so red.

"Look here little Elves, look up, not down
A tiny child Fairy from MiddleLand Town."
The Fairy flew in and looked all around
then went near the fire, still wearing a frown.

"That frosty old storm... now let's get you all warm
is that why your smile is a little forlorn?"
"I just don't wanna ... be myself .....
I'd much rather be ... a little green Elf !"

The little toymakers stopped singing to stare
the Fairy child one with such golden grass hair
her aqua blue wings were just like her eyes
colors the fish see ... in the spring sea skies.

"Awwwww, isn't she cute !"
"But look, does she weep?"
"Maybe in MiddleLand, it's daytime for sleep."
"Yes, my child, I think what they mean
is that it's time ... for you to dream."
"Now cuddle soft, in the bird's old nest
deep in the tree, where the ornaments rest."

She closed her eyes and said "ok"
while soft sounds drifted, to where she lay.
And moving colors that seemed to sway ...
were really the ornaments, starting to play ...
as toys were packed, on the big red sleigh.

And then the little Fairy dreamed
that she awoke as an Elf, all green.
And giggling, she jumped from the tree to the floor,
"There's only one thing now, that I want more."

And springing up on the table to play
"I'm a toy-making Elf ~ Oh Happy Day !"
And she never, no never, had so much to do
and that's when she saw, the ornaments who,
were looking at her, as she looked at them too...

... as they sang, "Bells are ringing... all over town
Happiness comes ... in so many a sound.... "
And everyone watched as the the Elves danced around

Then the little green Fairy-Elf suddenly knew
as she looked at her wings, and said "Eeeeuuuw !
They're all stuck together ... with sticky wicky GLUE !"

So she pulled to the right and she closed her eyes tight
and she opened them up to Oh! What a sight !
She was back in that tree, it had just been a dream.

"Oh thank you, thank joy I'm not making a toy
And I'm ME... I'm STILL ME !"
"Yes, now ... it's the EVE ...
and soon, you will, have to leave
the candle said, from its candlestick sleeve.

"Oh all of you Elves, I'm going to miss"
and she gave each one a Fairywing kiss
and if you've never, it feels like this:
a fast-winking eyelash on a cheek with a wish

"To see you again, some day, my friend"
And then the Elves hugged her ... and hugged her 'til when
The Candle's white glow said, "Come see what I know"

"The summers we have are warm and bright
and they all come from this, the last dark night"
The Fairy child princess came close to the flame
and heard all the voices, calling her name

And somehow the fire, so soft golden white
became the bright sun, with a shining, warm light
while she was all tucked ... in a leaf out of sight
home in her MiddleLand town, that's right
holding tight ... to her Happy Happy Night.





and the Fairywing kiss looks like this: smile*

09-04-2010 at 01:08:54 PM

RE: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Summersaults, wintersaults ... a glilding, mid-air waltz


Springy, now that is slinging words, this poem is beautiful.
In my opinion it will be a classic...
What a gift to the world.

Ok Poets of OP, and the Team of OP, I would love to volunteer, I have Asha, Marsink, Madelynn, and some-else, that wants to do this Christmas Book.
Also I have recieved submissions in pm's from known poets here.
There are many poems here, and they are good.
Christmas Poems are the hardest to write, because the generations before
us, have created timeless masterpieces, but what I see here, is a chance to add
to the beautiful Christmas poems that writers, and poets have given us.
So lets consider this, and I want OP to publish it, and the proceeds, to benefit the site (improvements- as what ever is needed to make the people of our community happy as an Easter kids smile) , and poets that get selected.


Like I said before this website is a living book.....

Thank you all, Salute.....

John E WordSlinger

11-06-2010 at 01:17:47 PM

RE: Re: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Originally Posted by WordSlinger






http://www.originalpoetry.com/merry-christmas-mr-amp-mrs-hampton

http://www.originalpoetry.com/the-greatest-story-untold-trio-of-life

http://www.originalpoetry.com/snowball-amp-einstien

Here's 1 not posted:


TURN ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Inside from the winter mean
with the scent of the evergreen
Holly and apples, natural things
Turn on the Christmas tree
See its enlightment, its powerfulness
A great electric wonderment
Like those child eyes with fascination
Discovering the joy, embracing,
of winters celebration
Ornaments with colorings of life
referring the fullness of grace
Feel its warmth, it’s comforting in place
It’s a part of the Christmas heart
Turn on the Christmas Tree
Home ever more sweetly art



Hi,John,
Merry Christmas!..........................LOL.

You have started to celebrate Christmas with this beautiful poem. Kudos.
I have my new Christmas poem ready, but I am not yet ready to "Inveil" it on
here, as yet. Keeping it for nearer Christmas Day. Chao! LOLLOL

11-06-2010 at 01:17:48 PM

RE: Re: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Originally Posted by WordSlinger






http://www.originalpoetry.com/merry-christmas-mr-amp-mrs-hampton

http://www.originalpoetry.com/the-greatest-story-untold-trio-of-life

http://www.originalpoetry.com/snowball-amp-einstien

Here's 1 not posted:


TURN ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Inside from the winter mean
with the scent of the evergreen
Holly and apples, natural things
Turn on the Christmas tree
See its enlightment, its powerfulness
A great electric wonderment
Like those child eyes with fascination
Discovering the joy, embracing,
of winters celebration
Ornaments with colorings of life
referring the fullness of grace
Feel its warmth, it’s comforting in place
It’s a part of the Christmas heart
Turn on the Christmas Tree
Home ever more sweetly art



Hi,John,
Merry Christmas!..........................LOL.

You have started to celebrate Christmas with this beautiful poem. Kudos.
I have my new Christmas poem ready, but I am not yet ready to "unveil" it on here, as yet. Keeping it for nearer Christmas Day. Chao! LOLLOL

""
Enjoy some Mutbaruks's, (Jamaica famous "dub" poe) ."dub" poetry in the meantime. He apparently dislikes his poetry to be categorized into kinds or genres, and above of all, academic or street poetry

Last edited by cousinsoren 11-06-2010 at 01:23:22 PM

11-06-2010 at 01:25:38 PM

RE: Re: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Originally Posted by Marsink

ANOTHER POEM OF CHRISTMAS



Is Christmas the twenty fifth day of December
Packaged in hope that some may remember
A gift that was given by shopping in haste
The fragrance of memories now laid waste

Akin to lovers, the sight-driven season
Strewn with tragedies sparring with reason
Make up and break up, repetitive fate
And addiction-torn families, battling hate

The glad time invites bad times
It’s just human nature
Seems greed wins o’er good
A time-old sure wager.

So what of the giving and singing
Such bright giving of gifts
Cheerful laughing and the ringing
Of bells over snow drifts

Is there loving to stop the shoving
From the “I, me, mine” crowd
Find the message in the madness
Call His name out loud

Is the Name such a mystery
In the centuries gone by
See the timeline of history
He still calls you and I

Born a human in a manger
To be the lamb-sacrifice
He was holy and the only
To be worthy of this price.

Truly wise men who lived then
Traveled half a world away
Reading star’s song in the heavens
To find a Babe laid in hay

He’s the one King born of Prophecy
The kingdom not of this world
It stretches beyond mind’s grasp
As the Universe uncurls

For the faithful and forgiven
There’s a table set for kings
Where humble and halt bear
The Name the cherubim sing



I stand in the uwaivering conviction that Jesus Christ is the only viable reason for Christmas. (It's not the date, but celebrating the advent of God walking this earth as a man to show grace and truth )
And now, I can say, A very Merry Christmas to all who care to know the season, and gift of lifetimes. Marck
http://www.originalpoetry.com/another-poem-of-christmas

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Merry Christmas!..........................LOL.

You have started to celebrate Christmas with this beautiful poem. Kudos.
I have my new Christmas poem ready, but I am not yet ready to "unveil" it on here, as yet. Keeping it for nearer Christmas Day. Chao! LOLLOL

""
Enjoy some Mutbaruks's, (Jamaica famous "dub" poe) ."dub" poetry in the meantime. He apparently dislikes his poetry to be categorized into kinds or genres, and above of all, academic or street poetry [/b]





11-06-2010 at 01:25:38 PM

RE: Re: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Originally Posted by Marsink

ANOTHER POEM OF CHRISTMAS



Is Christmas the twenty fifth day of December
Packaged in hope that some may remember
A gift that was given by shopping in haste
The fragrance of memories now laid waste

Akin to lovers, the sight-driven season
Strewn with tragedies sparring with reason
Make up and break up, repetitive fate
And addiction-torn families, battling hate

The glad time invites bad times
It’s just human nature
Seems greed wins o’er good
A time-old sure wager.

So what of the giving and singing
Such bright giving of gifts
Cheerful laughing and the ringing
Of bells over snow drifts

Is there loving to stop the shoving
From the “I, me, mine” crowd
Find the message in the madness
Call His name out loud

Is the Name such a mystery
In the centuries gone by
See the timeline of history
He still calls you and I

Born a human in a manger
To be the lamb-sacrifice
He was holy and the only
To be worthy of this price.

Truly wise men who lived then
Traveled half a world away
Reading star’s song in the heavens
To find a Babe laid in hay

He’s the one King born of Prophecy
The kingdom not of this world
It stretches beyond mind’s grasp
As the Universe uncurls

For the faithful and forgiven
There’s a table set for kings
Where humble and halt bear
The Name the cherubim sing



I stand in the uwaivering conviction that Jesus Christ is the only viable reason for Christmas. (It's not the date, but celebrating the advent of God walking this earth as a man to show grace and truth )
And now, I can say, A very Merry Christmas to all who care to know the season, and gift of lifetimes. Marck
http://www.originalpoetry.com/another-poem-of-christmas

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Merry Christmas!..........................LOL.

You have started to celebrate Christmas with this beautiful poem. Kudos.
I have my new Christmas poem ready, but I am not yet ready to "unveil" it on here, as yet. Keeping it for nearer Christmas Day. Chao! LOLLOL

""
Enjoy some Mutbaruks's, (Jamaica famous "dub" poe) ."dub" poetry in the meantime. He apparently dislikes his poetry to be categorized into kinds or genres, and above of all, academic or street poetry [/b]





11-06-2010 at 01:25:40 PM

RE: Re: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Originally Posted by Marsink

ANOTHER POEM OF CHRISTMAS



Is Christmas the twenty fifth day of December
Packaged in hope that some may remember
A gift that was given by shopping in haste
The fragrance of memories now laid waste

Akin to lovers, the sight-driven season
Strewn with tragedies sparring with reason
Make up and break up, repetitive fate
And addiction-torn families, battling hate

The glad time invites bad times
It’s just human nature
Seems greed wins o’er good
A time-old sure wager.

So what of the giving and singing
Such bright giving of gifts
Cheerful laughing and the ringing
Of bells over snow drifts

Is there loving to stop the shoving
From the “I, me, mine” crowd
Find the message in the madness
Call His name out loud

Is the Name such a mystery
In the centuries gone by
See the timeline of history
He still calls you and I

Born a human in a manger
To be the lamb-sacrifice
He was holy and the only
To be worthy of this price.

Truly wise men who lived then
Traveled half a world away
Reading star’s song in the heavens
To find a Babe laid in hay

He’s the one King born of Prophecy
The kingdom not of this world
It stretches beyond mind’s grasp
As the Universe uncurls

For the faithful and forgiven
There’s a table set for kings
Where humble and halt bear
The Name the cherubim sing



I stand in the uwaivering conviction that Jesus Christ is the only viable reason for Christmas. (It's not the date, but celebrating the advent of God walking this earth as a man to show grace and truth )
And now, I can say, A very Merry Christmas to all who care to know the season, and gift of lifetimes. Marck
http://www.originalpoetry.com/another-poem-of-christmas

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Merry Christmas!..........................LOL.

You have started to celebrate Christmas with this beautiful poem. Kudos.
I have my new Christmas poem ready, but I am not yet ready to "unveil" it on here, as yet. Keeping it for nearer Christmas Day. Chao! LOLLOL

""
Enjoy some Mutbaruks's, (Jamaica famous "dub" poe) ."dub" poetry in the meantime. He apparently dislikes his poetry to be categorized into kinds or genres, and above of all, academic or street poetry [/b]





11-06-2010 at 01:25:40 PM

RE: Re: Christmas Poems

Quote:
Originally Posted by Marsink

ANOTHER POEM OF CHRISTMAS



Is Christmas the twenty fifth day of December
Packaged in hope that some may remember
A gift that was given by shopping in haste
The fragrance of memories now laid waste

Akin to lovers, the sight-driven season
Strewn with tragedies sparring with reason
Make up and break up, repetitive fate
And addiction-torn families, battling hate

The glad time invites bad times
It’s just human nature
Seems greed wins o’er good
A time-old sure wager.

So what of the giving and singing
Such bright giving of gifts
Cheerful laughing and the ringing
Of bells over snow drifts

Is there loving to stop the shoving
From the “I, me, mine” crowd
Find the message in the madness
Call His name out loud

Is the Name such a mystery
In the centuries gone by
See the timeline of history
He still calls you and I

Born a human in a manger
To be the lamb-sacrifice
He was holy and the only
To be worthy of this price.

Truly wise men who lived then
Traveled half a world away
Reading star’s song in the heavens
To find a Babe laid in hay

He’s the one King born of Prophecy
The kingdom not of this world
It stretches beyond mind’s grasp
As the Universe uncurls

For the faithful and forgiven
There’s a table set for kings
Where humble and halt bear
The Name the cherubim sing



I stand in the uwaivering conviction that Jesus Christ is the only viable reason for Christmas. (It's not the date, but celebrating the advent of God walking this earth as a man to show grace and truth )
And now, I can say, A very Merry Christmas to all who care to know the season, and gift of lifetimes. Marck
http://www.originalpoetry.com/another-poem-of-christmas

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Merry Christmas!..........................LOL.

You have started to celebrate Christmas with this beautiful poem. Kudos.
I have my new Christmas poem ready, but I am not yet ready to "unveil" it on here, as yet. Keeping it for nearer Christmas Day. Chao! LOLLOL

""
Enjoy some Mutbaruks's, (Jamaica famous "dub" poe) ."dub" poetry in the meantime. He apparently dislikes his poetry to be categorized into kinds or genres, and above of all, academic or street poetry [/b]





11-22-2010 at 05:59:43 PM

RE: Christmas Poems

Oren I recall a poem of yours I really dug about the Poinsettia Flower. You should post it here.

12-01-2010 at 12:11:51 PM

RE: Christmas Poems

Dear OP family;
We are gathering Christmas poems for a Christmas book to be published to raise money for toys r us to help needy children. If you have a Christmas poem you would like to donate to the cause please post it in the book thread and email me a copy of your poem. Make sure you sign the poem with your name and date. All entries for the book will be selected by a private vote. Here is the link to the book thread to post your submissions:
http://www.originalpoetry.com/forum/view/topic/topic_id/4877#22067

Please email me a copy of your post or the link to it to:
ashadi9895@gmail.com or
shadimelungenar@yahoo.com

I am just the scout gathering as many entries as I can. Later a group that has not submitted will be selected to vote on the entries for the book........All entries will retain the poets name and copyright to that poet.......

Thank you my dear poet family, now lets get together and make this happen and show are support for those in need.
Love ya lots Asha
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12-01-2010 at 08:02:16 PM
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RE: Christmas Poems

Der Little Fur Cap

Der next night vas Christmas
Und der house it vas still
Der stockings vas hung
By der chimney to fill

Not a creature vas stirring
Not a soul in der house
For fear dat Saint Nicholas
Next come to dere house

Der childrens vas dried
Und put in dere beds
Und Ma in her nightgown
Und I go aheads

Vas searching in
Der closet for toys
Und being real quiet
So as not to make noise

Now der momma has got all der toys
Held up in her nightgown
Und is showing herself
From vay up to her vaist und down

When we go by der bed
Of our vee little boy
(Our youngest und sveetest
Our pride und our joy)

Wit his eyes vide open
He peeks up from der cot
Und he sees everything
Dat his mother has got

But he never did notice
Der toys in her lap
He just says
“For who is der little fur cap?”

Und his momma says, “Hush now!”
Und laughs with delight
“I think I’ll give dat
To der papa tonight.”


G. R. Grover © Lon H. Grover

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.