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Christmas does not only mean: celebration, making merriment nor winning and dining season. It's a lifestyle, A good Christmas implies: salvation, love, liberation, and Christmas mean a lot it's freedom, deliverance. It mean: Sharing with the poor even the less privilege, the lower classes. That's a good Christmas, when you can supply the masses through and on behave of Christ Jesus. Feeding his masses Christmas is albout uniting and making everyone feel loved again even if that once at every year end. That's why Christmas-s and a good Christmas!
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

She with cheeks so fair
Her eyes dance with merriment
Love encrowns her brows

New day, new haiku!
Still working on feeling better too.
Now for the second woman of the Charites, Euphrosyne.
There isn't much on her per say.
No particular story that stands out, just that she is depicted dancing with her sisters. And that there is a mosaic depicting her with Akratus, servant of Dionysus and demi-God of unmixed wine.
Even so, she always struck me as lovely and joyous.
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
M Solav Jul 2019
There is sunshine all over my face,
Oh but when will I see the light?
A bright blue veil covers all of space
Yet only clouds seem to be in sight.

And figuring out a way out of it
Feels like swimming in the dark
Being dragged by the undercurrent
Holding breathe to find a spark

Yet I’m bathing in the sunlight
But the wind is growing cold
Merriment remains a surprise
With all the things that I can’t hold

So I grasp onto this feeling
A promise in which I can hide
I call vain hopes my fortress
Holding solitude by my side

I see the light is still abounding
Outside the confines of where I’m bound
All the plants are thirst aquenching
Necessity cannot be found.
Written in March 2019.

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Lyda M Sourne Dec 2018
Let us dance,

Let us sing,

Let us be merry and jovial

See! The lark flies!

Red and gold

Aflutter in the breeze!

The strings resonate

The drums beat in time

As horns and flute


There is much to

Celebrate this

Auspicious day

Auspicious day?

No such thing!

Each day is much

Like the other

And tomorrow

So sadness, evil,


Away with thee!

We will sing

Of what was,

What is,

What will be

The past shall not


The present ever

a walking pace

The future


So will be our days

Left to fate

Such are the

Years short

So what use are

These of gloom and doom?

Stay with me,

Let us be with

Music til the end

But may our music

Never end.
Beethoven Violin Concerto, Op.61 - third movement
Afia Jul 2018
There is no substitute for healing,
than to bloom in your own fire.
To climb wound by wound
on your bruised fervour,
is far better than growing wild.
Do not despise your reflection,
the shadows can lie.
You turn stones into petals,
this art is sublime.
Years of infight results into an exalted rank we are too blind to notice at times. Give yourself a chance.
Yonas Mengisteab Mar 2018
I drown
In your eyes
I melt
In your smile
I shiver
In your closeness
I am mute
At your sight
But should I
Or should I not?
I want you
But I’m scared
Of heartbreak
And despair
I fear that
You will go
And I will be
Left alone
Trust I
Or trust I not?
You are the highlight
Of my fantasies
The hope
Of my realities
The source
Of my frivolities
Love I you
Or love I not
That is the question.
i love William  Shakespeare poems more than anything else, this poems is dedicated to my love Eden who is always treated me like a child.
it’s not that my eyes
we’re wide awake
to the merriment
of misanthropy

it’s that I was tired
of holding onto
one sided relationships
Chidera Abaratu Aug 2017
It is getting to an end
very soon the whole enjoyment
merriment and jollyment will soon be over

But anyway it was fun
being around everyone
and the happiness is without bound

I'm so sad and at the same time
happy that things are coming to an end
and i love the ending ***'
its a happy one and i wish
it would not come to an end at all
lynnia hans Feb 2017
Frenzied swirls of royal purple, glittering gold, & shimmering green dance about the long marbled corridors, soft echoing laughter & clinks of champagne flutes melody throughout the room, muffled soft moans drone from a secret chamber, shielded from prying eyes. merriment & glee will continue to perfume this place for hours even after the drunken frolicking revelry.
tamia Nov 2016
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.**
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
inspired by Suzanne Vega's song, "Gypsy".
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