RE: Calling All Poets (Christmas Poems)SnowPoets Volume 1

Thank you all my darlings for submitting your precious works to our book for a worthy cause.......I love everyone of them for they are so precious.....huggs to all of you........blessings to you and happy holidays......love asha

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RE: Calling All Poets (Christmas Poems)SnowPoets "The Fairy Elf" by Springsize

A poem submitted by Springsize. What a wonderful poem story. Please let her know how much you enjoyed her write......love asha

the story of wanting to be myself ...


The Fairy Elf
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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.


written by Susan, 1992

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christmas eve
we huddled up together in bed
it was so cold…we had no heat
mama, my two sisters and I
we kept each other warm
two days before christmas
still didn’t have a tree
mama prayed
told us not to worry…god would provide
mama, my sisters and I
barely had enough food to eat
we were hungry all the time
never saw my mama cry…her faith was strong
because of her…we learned to carry on
christmas eve someone knocked on our door
the rent was overdue…we were afraid to answer
mama, always brave, opened the door
ready for any battle she would need to take on
we all gasped at the sight before us
mama was speechless
“may I enter?” the man asked
mama just nodded and let him in
there was another man behind him
they brought us a christmas tree
the smell of pine filled the air
they carried in a large ham
with all the fixings for our dinner
my sisters and I were so excited
we started to cry…mama said
“I told you god would provide”


Copyright December 2010
Regina Demaggio

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thank you Reginna, Springsize, Londo, Dano, Cousinsoren, Kevin, Olan and Harver, and all for donating to our cause to help needy children.......love asha

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The prologue



Playing time has not allowed me so long.
As always
When I try to start something,
my tempo is a largo.

Before getting true love,
there are so many things that hurt.
For friendship,
I have to spend too much time.
I'm tired and lazy by something that is;

Things that I desire,
Things that I have to,
Always I managed to get along,
one way or another in them.

The shadow of such a life is the shy light,
to prove my footsteps of years

Still dubious,
my lonely face is facing the ground.
So I wish these;

When spring twitter,
I will wake up the newly.

When the season of roses,
I will love earth-goddess.

When the leaves fall,
I will leave alone with the wind.

When a white Christmas,
I will sprinkle a symphony of passion.


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http://www.originalpoetry.com/the-prologue
2000 Copyright Seongwoo Heo

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Ok Asha,

I have sent a letter to all of last years poets.
I hope they respond. I contacted Aixa, Gritos wife.
He has a poem called Stary, Stary Night, Grito is missed here Asha.
He was a good friend to all. So I hope she comes here.


And to let you all know, me and Maddi started the OP snow ball fight.lol

It will not be to hard to have the Mr. & Mrs edition,
Dano will just need to duplicate first book, and add.
The Mr. & Mrs Claus Edition on the bottom.

We need to encourage Papa to write an Ode to the Sleigh.
since his Ode to Cars is a hit, so Papa come on we need ya.

Maddi, and Mindnumbing are working on there's and I am as well.

Today, I shovel'd 8 inches of snow, from 5 am to 1 \with it still falling,
and it was cold, but it was beautiful, we are snow,
beautiful Snow Poets...

WS

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I applaud you guys for all the work you are putting into this. DANO, you
are an artist, indeed. Well, here is my poem from last year.....

~ Busy Little Elf ~

His little hands moving like a nor' east wind;
Tinkering about old Santa's shop.
Sawing and hammering
Sanding and singing
Dancing, and spinning -- like a twirling top.
Dressed in the finest of reds and greens;
Pointy-toed shoes -- all fuzzy and new.
With a mile-wide grin
He sings with each spin,
Stopping not to rest for a minute, nor two.
The finest of woods for this artisan's need
For sleds, skis, and rocking horses too.
Paints of every shade
Brushed and laid
Like an artist with luster gleaning anew.
Hearing the jingling bells from Santa's den
He quickens his pace to twice the speed.
Laugher he hears
Coming 'cross his ears
Little elf and his crew have finished, indeed.
Santa smiles, and gives him a wink;
Stuffing those toys into his sack;
Up on the sleigh --
He's on his way,
To ev'ry house he'll go -- with toys to stack.

By, gogant (George Arndt) © December 2, 2009
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Asha,

I just had this idea, to fill in page gaps, in between poems.
It would be nice for poets to submit pictures of thier
Christmas trees. Me and Madelynn hate gaps in pages,
and poems, so we thought of this.
We like the book size 8 x 10 inches
The covers dont bend, as time goes on.
Pictures must be in a resolution of 300 DPI.
So please take them in that, or change them to that.
Make sure you use a great camera.
Dano, can help me here, as to what size they need to be.
but large enough to look good for the book size 8 x 10 inches.
Also we want to go green, then red in font color?
A poem in green, then the next one red, and so on.
So what do you think???

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Asha,

I am not sure, so I guess, we just have look into that, and Poets here may know.
lol, ya me and my big ideas, yes this will be a great book.
We are working on our poems now,

John E and Maddi

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I am sure we can do it......just need to get me the pictures.......lol
I have not started my christmas poem yet have not had time......but I jotted one down last night that I had in a dream that woke me so I got up and wrote it down, but...lol...it was not a christmas poem it was one for the dark side........geeezee what have you turned me into darling.......I will send it to you see what ya think.....havent posted it yet probably needs editing........grinsssss
love asha

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Dear Asha,
God is trying to Reach You thru Your Dreams.Its only but A Gift.Besides Asha Your a Very Talented Poet and You should know it.

Love You Always,
Blackfootlady
Churv
Charloonie
P.s.Is this The part where I get to play with The Smiles,LOL!

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Is there a deadline of when the poems have to be submitted by?

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Originally Posted by HarverTomsson

Rebel Snowflakes


Lacy snowflakes sent to town
Rebelled a bit, drifting down
Some evoked the North wind’s sneeze
Ended up amid tall trees

Other’s caught the North wind’s mouth
Inhaling fresh air from the South
Twirled them off their naughty feet
And made them fall again as sleet

Others were so calm and good
Fell on my love’s neghborhood
She, while watching, eyes aglow
Wrote a letter to the snow

Took her time, in no undo hurry
Praised the North wind’s gentle flurry
Of the flakes’ revolt? You’ll find
It consisted of the magic kind

by HarverTomsson

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Originally Posted by kmooney

From Manger To Cross

By Kevin Mooney


Once upon a time, many years ago,
A very special child was received.
He was born in a manger with no place to go,
His future and purpose preconceived.

The birth was foretold, by generations old,
In books and psalms from afar.
Those that bore witness had come to behold,
A miracle proclaimed by a star.

Man's future lay, swaddled in hay,
His mission, transgressions to bear.
Surrounded by animals, shepherds and Kings,
With good tidings and gifts brought to share.

Do you suppose that there were those,
That knew who this child would soon be?
The living word, the one that arose,
Sent here to save you and me.

That night in a stable, a child proved able,
To inspire all nations to pray.
A story was cast, one sure to last,
It was proclaimed a glorious day.

Years went past but few people asked,
What became of that fortunate Son?
A man came forth and performed great tasks,
That inspired and astounded everyone.

As it turned out, many learned about,
His ability to heal and foresee.
His fan base grew and many soon knew,
That this was the child of prophecies.

He taught how to give, to love and forgive,
Performed a miracle or two.
He set an example for people to live,
Through suffrage, abuse and solitude.

One day a friend, one loyal to the end,
Pointed him out in a crowd.
Those that he served had forsaken him,
Admonished and cursed him out loud.

He was sentenced die, for no reason why,
He carried his burden upon his back.
His head was adorned with a crown of thorns,
He never complained of what he lacked.

He struggled at times, but managed to climb,
The hill where his cruel fate had led.
He was nailed and tied for committing no crime,
People watched as his hands and feet bled.

They lifted him there, up into the air,
On a cross firmly fixed in the ground.
All he could bear was to suffer and stare,
As onlookers gathered all around.

Many souls left, bereaved and bereft,
Unable to watch or comprehend,
Those that stayed, silently prayed,
That his suffering would eventually end.

When his time came, he offered no blame,
He asked only his Father forgive.
"They knew not their sins or where to begin,
To atone for the lives that they live".

As he died, all mankind cried,
At that moment it began to sink in.
This was that child that years ago lie,
Swaddled with the burden of sin.

That hallowed day, far, far, away,
On the eve of man's eternal cost.
Was when it began, the first Christmas day,
Jesus journey from manger to cross.



Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Nativity story is beautifully told in this poem. I like this narrative.

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Originally Posted by kmooney

From Manger To Cross

By Kevin Mooney


Once upon a time, many years ago,
A very special child was received.
He was born in a manger with no place to go,
His future and purpose preconceived.

The birth was foretold, by generations old,
In books and psalms from afar.
Those that bore witness had come to behold,
A miracle proclaimed by a star.

Man's future lay, swaddled in hay,
His mission, transgressions to bear.
Surrounded by animals, shepherds and Kings,
With good tidings and gifts brought to share.

Do you suppose that there were those,
That knew who this child would soon be?
The living word, the one that arose,
Sent here to save you and me.

That night in a stable, a child proved able,
To inspire all nations to pray.
A story was cast, one sure to last,
It was proclaimed a glorious day.

Years went past but few people asked,
What became of that fortunate Son?
A man came forth and performed great tasks,
That inspired and astounded everyone.

As it turned out, many learned about,
His ability to heal and foresee.
His fan base grew and many soon knew,
That this was the child of prophecies.

He taught how to give, to love and forgive,
Performed a miracle or two.
He set an example for people to live,
Through suffrage, abuse and solitude.

One day a friend, one loyal to the end,
Pointed him out in a crowd.
Those that he served had forsaken him,
Admonished and cursed him out loud.

He was sentenced die, for no reason why,
He carried his burden upon his back.
His head was adorned with a crown of thorns,
He never complained of what he lacked.

He struggled at times, but managed to climb,
The hill where his cruel fate had led.
He was nailed and tied for committing no crime,
People watched as his hands and feet bled.

They lifted him there, up into the air,
On a cross firmly fixed in the ground.
All he could bear was to suffer and stare,
As onlookers gathered all around.

Many souls left, bereaved and bereft,
Unable to watch or comprehend,
Those that stayed, silently prayed,
That his suffering would eventually end.

When his time came, he offered no blame,
He asked only his Father forgive.
"They knew not their sins or where to begin,
To atone for the lives that they live".

As he died, all mankind cried,
At that moment it began to sink in.
This was that child that years ago lie,
Swaddled with the burden of sin.

That hallowed day, far, far, away,
On the eve of man's eternal cost.
Was when it began, the first Christmas day,
Jesus journey from manger to cross.



Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Nativity story is beautifully told in this poem. I like this narrative.

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Hello Very Nice Friends.Thus is The Spirit Of Christmas....
This is so very Beautiful and Loaded with Respect...
I loved this and Enjoyed It Very Much.
This is a joke I'm going to share...
Three Wise Women
Would of cleaned up the Manger
Baked a caserole
and spread World Peace...
Told By a Good Friend.
Have A Wonderful Merry Christmas to all and to All a Good Day....! God Bless-Churv

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Thank you Asha for moving my poem "Believe," over to this page for me. Thank you John for being the brainchild and for Asha taking on a nearly insurmountable task. ty Dano for your awesome artistic talent, and ty you Papa.
ginga

RE: RE: Calling All Poets (Christmas Poems)SnowPoets "The Fairy Elf" by Springsize

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I have one for you Asha ..... Hope you find it worthy ..
It's a Christmas Song called A Perfect Peace.

A Perfect Peace
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There is a place ~
Where I rejoice.
It's in his love - It's in his voice!
It is a place ~
From far above.
It's in his grace -Where I am loved!!
~ ~ ~
A Perfect Peace ~
Comes over me.
It's in my face - For all to see!
A Perfect Peace ~
So safe and warm,
It keeps my soul - away from harm!!
A Perfect Peace ~
Will always reign.
It keeps my life - Free from the pain!
A Perfect Peace ~
Washes over me.
Within his grace - I'll always be!!
Within his grace -
A Perfect Peace!!
~ ~ ~
And In my life -
He'll always be.
My guiding light -Thru raging seas!
He holds my hand -
Shows me the way.
I worship him - To him I pray!!
~ ~ ~
A Perfect Peace ~
Comes over me.
It's in my face - For all to see!
A Perfect Peace ~
So safe and warm,
It keeps my soul - away from harm!!
A Perfect Peace ~
Will always reign.
It keeps my life - Free from the pain!
A Perfect Peace ~
Washes over me.
Within his grace - I'll always be!!
Within his grace -
A Perfect Peace!!
~ ~ ~
He's our saviour -
The holy one.
He gave his life - Our Father's son!
So we may live ...
Saved from our sins.
A Perfect Peace - Shines from within!!
~ ~ ~
A Perfect Peace ~
Comes over me.
It's in my face - For all to see!
A Perfect Peace ~
So safe and warm,
It keeps my soul - away from harm!!
A Perfect Peace ~
Will always reign.
It keeps my life - Free from the pain!
A Perfect Peace ~
Washes over me.
Within his grace - I'll always be!!
Within his grace -
A Perfect Peace!!
~ ~ ~

KjK120310