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Kewayne Wadley Jan 2017
Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face
I know quite a bit about the simple things.
To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips
A splash or two of milk painting her smile.
I just might have to bring her breakfast one day
Just to return the favor
Just a little more than half
The ration for my little cup.
I cannot say it's empty
But neither is it full.

The wine has been not always sweet
But mostly soothed my soul.
On other days its bitterness
Brought rawness to my throat.

The cup is cracked; it's handle's gone
But still it does not leak.
It holds what life's poured into it
And does not cut my lips

When timidly I lift it up
To sample what I've been given
As my portion in the little cup
That represents my life.
                ljm
Q Jan 2017
The words I take from my left breast pocket
Come out like silly business cards
The ones I pull from my front jeans pocket
Come out like a nuisance, spare change
But the words that come easiest by far
Are the ones that spout from my heart
They glitter like gems with unending shine
So I give them quite often as gifts
Humble and pretty
Wrapped as brown paper packages
Tied off with a rhyme of twine
I gift them endlessly
To all and any
Without a thought of return in mind
It was suggested I ought to continue, so I did :)
Gill Jan 2017
I was among a list of objects
whose value was of fleeting joy
expecting to give lasting happiness
maybe to a busy lady
or to a lonesome boy

I was placed beneath the tree
and opened—
my wrappers eagerly teared up by hand
yet the recipient's smile
lasted but for a moment
and this I could not understand

I realized I was of tiny worth
compared to the Father's Son
the gift no worldly present can surpass
meant for each and every one
120314 - 11:20am
O Little angel O little angel
from tranquil galaxy of rebirth
coming through milky sky ways
to land on the human earth

singing merry Christmas songs
with basket of wonderful toys
some for her innocent girls
and some for naughty boys

with divine light on her face
wearing a silken white gown
ornamented with amazing smiles
and over head a silver crown

her gestures were heavenly
adorned with diamonds and pearls
crossing cluster of dark clouds
and encountering many whirls

when lands on the human world
her appearance very cute and fair
looking very pretty and very shy
with magic stick and golden hair

message of peace and prosperity
she brings from peaceful heaven
that says to all human on earth
no more carnage - no nine-eleven

feels very sad why human fight
why dangerous nuclear weapons
the earth becomes land of hell
while god made it land of heavens


angel distributes wonderful gifts
to all human beings on the earth
preaches us all lesson of peace
and says make it living worth

merry Christmas merry Christmas
to everyone she smilingly wishes
hugs every one of her children
and blesses with many kisses

suddenly the little angel flies away
disappearing high into the blue sky
leaving many unanswered questions
when, what, where, how and why

(By Kishan Negi)
Merry Christmas to all friends and, poets, writers, and human beings
Brent Kincaid Dec 2016
It’s the most bountiful time of the year.
All retailers are crowing
The profits are growing
They smile ear-to-ear
It’s their greatest time of the year.

We people are hocking,
To stuff our kids stockings,
Wth jewels we bought all year long.
We want to make sure
That we can insure
We don’t take a parental step wrong.

It’s the bankruptingest time of the  year.
No one quite gives a ****
That the whole things a scam
To sell clothing and beer
We go further in debt every year.

We’ll fight to pay rent
Nearly thirty percent
Goes to pay all the interest off.
We take extra jobs
Like all working slobs
All year we don’t dare get a cough.

It’s the most co-dependent of times.
It’s all about image
And holiday scrimmage
As if we’re not a victim of crime.
And pretending we saved one little dime.
Brent Kincaid Dec 2016
I used to believe in Santa Claus
So jolly and red and so fat.
I was a big fan of Christmas
No holiday was as great as that.
Not Easter with those funny eggs
Not even Halloween with candy.
No, that thing about tons of presents
To me, that was fine and dandy.

And we even got two weeks off
Nobody had to go to school.
Then coming back with new clothes
That made me look so cool.
Nothing compared to Santa Claus
The flying reindeer, ** ** guy.
I used to try to stay awake
So I could see him flying by.

It was such a great reality
To know that dude was up there
In the frozen north pole air
Making stuff for kids everywhere.
That was the world I reveled in,
Where everyone celebrated.
I knew I was not the only one
Who sat by the tree and waited.

I don’t remember being confused
By the Santas in department stores.
Santa had lots of helpers, I knew,
And this guy was just one more.
I did have a problem with chimneys
And a bag that he could lift
That carried things for all us kids;
Every size and type of gift.

But kids have a way of helping folks
To maintain a pretty fantasy.
We just ignored things that didn’t fit.
We went about it very easily.
But one day, and I remember when
I got let in on the confidence game
And Santa Claus was quickly gone,
Never to come to our house again.

The sad thing is nothing can ever
Replace the joy I once felt.
Santa was not supposed to be
Like Frosty and too quickly melt.
So, I have to make do with having
The grownup toys I buy myself.
Oh, how I could use a flying sled
And the help of a brace of elf.
it makes you wonder
that Christianity’s important celebration
    welcoming the wondrous birth of the savior
    by a ****** mother
seems to have become mostly a holiday for children

they happily believe in Santa and his reindeers
    or in the Christ child & its servant
    depending on the region and its customs
expecting the delivery of gifts with shiny eyes
accepting the miracle of sleighs & animals
flying across the sky without questioning

adults nod knowingly & smile

yet there are many
    children at heart
who still believe that some benevolent high power
will shower them with presents from above
if only they  retain their sense of awe and wonder
keep their miraculous beliefs of yonder
avy Oct 2016
Why celebrate your birthday with tears in your eyes?
Tears saying your sad
Those tears must not come out because of heartaches
Those tears must come out because your happy

Celebrate your birthday with someone special
Someone that means the world to you
Someone that will never give you heartaches
Heartaches that can devastate and **** you

Celebrate it with friends
Friends that will add a smile to your face
Friends that never hurt you
Friends that are true

Celebrate it with food
Food that will make those tears disappear
Food that may not taste good
But is made out of love

Celebrate it with gifts
Gifts from the heart
Gifts that does not hide secrets
Secrets hidden by tape
Happy Birthday to whoever is reading this specially my brother
medha Sep 2016
The best gift
you can
ever give to
someone is
your playlist.
Give them all
your favorite songs.
It'll be like giving
away a musical
representation
of your soul.
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