Who Wants To Add A Christmas Poem

Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by paulmack, Dec 13, 2006.

  1. paulmack

    paulmack New Member


    Someone in the sky last night
    Had an awful pillow fight,
    And when I woke today I found
    All the snowflakes on the ground.

    I made myself a snowball
    As perfect as could be
    I thought I'd keep it as a pet
    And let it sleep with me.

    I made it some pyjamas
    And a pillow for it's head,
    Then last night it ran away,
    But first * * It wet my bed!!!!!!

    Please add your Chrismas Poems.
    Hope you enjoyed,LOL,Regards,Paul
  2. MelaC

    MelaC New Member

    Very cute thanks for sharing
  3. rockgor

    rockgor Well-Known Member

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Out of the bosom of the Air.
    Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
    Over the woodlands brown and bare,
    Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
    Silent and soft and slow
    Descends the snow.

    Even as our cloudy fancies take
    Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
    Even as the troubled heart doth make
    In the white countenance confession,
    The troubled sky reveals
    The grief it feels

    This is the poem of the air,
    Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
    This is the secret of despair,
    Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
    Now whispered and revealed
    To wood and field.

    This is a winter poem. Longfellow wrote a poem that was specifically a Christmas poem: I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.

    I read a couple times he wrote it after his son was killed in the Civil War. Just read on a web site that his son was severly wounded but did not die from the wound.
  4. paulmack

    paulmack New Member

    Thanks MelaC.

    Hey rockgor,I loved the Snowflake poem,& I'm just about to check out "I Heard the Bells On Christmas Day" poem on the web.I think you would make a good English teacher rockgor,ye certainly know more literary items than some of my teachers at school.
    Here's my contribution for the day,although it's not as eloquent as Longfellow:

    Christmas is here;

    A good time is coming, I wish it were here,
    The very best time in the whole of the year;
    I'm counting each day on my fingers and thumbs --
    the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes.

    Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,
    And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,
    I'll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,
    For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.

  5. rockgor

    rockgor Well-Known Member

    Paul. Did you write it? The meter is perfect.

    "I heard the bells" is a Christmas song here. Maybe not in Scotland, huh? Sometimes if you search for a song on the web you can find a site that will play it for you.

    I have some poems somewhere, probably in storage, that were published in poetry magazines. Haven't written any for several years now.

    Just sent a couple e mail Christmas cards. That's two down and about 4 to go.

    Here's a little couplet I just assembled:

    At this time of Year

    You'd have to drug me w/ alchol,
    Before I'd go shop at the local mall.

  6. paulmack

    paulmack New Member

    Hey rockgor,
    No way did I write that poem,English was not one of my best subjects at school,especially essay-writing & interpretation,but i try to keep my hand in at the old School of Satire,or should that be Saltire,LOL.
    Maths was more my game although i did enough in English to pass the exams.

    Really enjoyed the Bells on Christmas Day poem.It starts off on a really positive note then references the American Civil War,but I'll leave you with the quote "Of peace on earth,good-will to men".
    I'm just downloading the song versions by The Carpenters & Andy Williams but my PC seems to be on a real go-slow tonight so goodness knows when I'll get listening to them.

    I bet some o' yer poems are excellent,especially if you're "drugged up wi' alcohol".

    Cheers rock,enjoyed that,
  7. paulmack

    paulmack New Member

    Nice one Wake,really enjoyed it,why don't you just keep all the gifts for yourself,LOL,
    Best Wishes,Paul.
  8. MelaC

    MelaC New Member

    Mistletoe Millie

    The whole family's gathered
    and Mistletoe Millie
    is kissing and smooching
    and acting all silly.
    She caught Grampie Zeke
    and kissed him on the cheek.
    She found Cousin Flynn
    and kissed him on the chin.
    She found Mr. Fips
    and kissed him on the lips!
    She ran up to me...

    but I figured it out
    I held up our dog
    which she kissed on the snout.
    She found it so gross
    that she fell on the floor.
    Guess she won't try
    to kiss me anymore.
  9. paulmack

    paulmack New Member

    Hi MelaC,really enjoyed that poem,but tell me,where do I find Mistletoe Millie,she sounds a fun girl,LOL,
  10. rockgor

    rockgor Well-Known Member

    By Fred S. Cozzens

    Of garnered rhyme,
    from hidden stores of olden time
    that since the language did begin,
    have welcomed merry Christmas in,
    and made the winter nights so long,
    fleet by on wings of wine and song;

    Now just bethink of castle gate,
    where humble midnight murmurs wait,
    to try if voices, one and all,
    can rouse the tipsy seneschal,
    to give them bread and beer and brawn,
    for tidings of the Christmas morn;
    or bid each yelper clear his throat,
    with water of the castle moat,
    for thus they used, by snow and torch,
    to rear their voices at the porch.


    This is part of Mr. Cozzens poem. The "yelpers", I think, are carolers. The "seneschal" is the steward in charge of the manor.[This Message was Edited on 12/19/2006]
  11. paulmack

    paulmack New Member

    Hey rockgor,love that poem.
    Like the bit about "wine & song" & the "tipsy senechal".
    Is the porch they refer to the same as in the Porchlight,LOL.
    Cheers rockgor,
  12. paulmack

    paulmack New Member

    Evil knight, wholly night,
    Vests his dough in a young nerd bright.
    Even so, the malevolent childe
    Loses his shirt in a downturn mild,
    Yielding sword and piece.
    Now we will never have peace.

    Angels often herd on high,
    Nodding nimbly all the day.
    God says little in reply,
    Echoing what actors say:
    Less is more-o-o-o-o-or-o-o-o-o-or-o-o-o-o-oria,
    As one seeks the way-o.

    There is no well, the angels did say,
    In search of a hot tub in which they might lay,
    Nor more than one shepherd to manage the sheep,
    A lover of Oprah, demented but deep.

    Praise be the shoppers, toyful and triumphant,
    And the package tourists bound for Bethlehem.
    Underneath their passions, they remain but angels,
    Living to adore Him
    As they serve other lords.

    Give us what we're asking for, or we will you dismay.
    In Heaven God may reign, but we want toys on Christmas Day!
    Unless you do, some things you cherish well might go astray,
    Like that Longines watch that long has been your joy, long your joy,
    If you don't give in, you just might lose your joy!

  13. MelaC

    MelaC New Member

    thanks for the entertaining poetry. Its so good to have a laugh thanks guys and gals

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