"carolers" poems
Our snowmen, they're not made of white,
they're tumbleweeds, rolled up tight.
No top hat upon his head,
a cowboy hat sits there instead.
His face and buttons, tree ornaments,
boots and lariat, his accoutrements.
Saguaro cacti with lights wrapped round,
illuminate the landscaped grounds.
Old horse drawn wagons get the festive touch.
With lighted garlands, packages and such.
Porch rails glow with colored lights,
Christmas trees in windows, warm the nights.
Our little town gets all decked out.
Then we gather along the old parade route.
Folks on horseback with ribbons and bells.
The horses know the parade route well.
Marching school bands play Christmas songs,
trucks and tractors carry carolers along.
Floats abound from businesses and groups.
Braving the cold, the Christmas Cowboy Troops.
We all stand up to clap and cheer,
as Santa, as usual, brings up the rear.
Waving his red cowboy hat, in a horse drawn sleigh,
Welcoming Christmas, the Wickenburg way.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 11:42 AM UTC
Christmas Is Here
12.07.10
Bells ringing, people singing
It is the best time of year
Carolers humming, drummers drumming
What a jolly time of year
Snow falling, children calling
What a happy time of year
Christmas trees, chilly breeze
What a lovely time of year
Cookies baking, Santa’s waking
It is the most carefree time of year
Wrapping presents, Christmas pageants
Oh what a glorious time of year
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 9:38 AM UTC
Jingle Bells and Mistletoe
Christmas songs galore
Plastic crap marked down again
Sales in every store
Santa Claus in Shopping Malls
Photos for the hoards
Teenage girls dressed up like elves
Looking rather bored
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
Get me through the Christmas Craze
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
I can not take much more
Christmas shows and pantomimes
Put on by theater groups
Old actors who we used to know
How low will these folks stoop?
Boxing Day and crazy crowds
Houses lit up like the park
Even when the power's off
They're still glowing in the dark
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
Get me through the Christmas Craze
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
I can not take much more
Charity is on the wane
People confuse want with need
The population's gone insane
They're full of Christmas greed
Snowmen out in the front yard
Decorating Christmas Trees
Carolers from up the church
...that is Christmas Time to me
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
Get me through the Christmas Craze
Hollydaze, Oh Hollydaze
I can not take much more
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
It's holidays hamsters haven't you herd.
From all that annoying *** music and commercials done by sellout artist
trying to be cool word.
I myself would rather spend this month in a holiday coma.
Buy some cheap hookers some good whiskey and run over a black Friday crowd
in a stolen Sonoma .
It's give me give me and that's just from dad.
He'll break the bank and mommy will give him something the other
night his brother already had.
Maybe I should plant a minefield upon my lawn.
To ward off carolers who only make me yawn.
I'll poison my cookies and sit back and wait.
Rob the old fat man and take Miss Santa out on a much deserved date.
Make your list and he will check twice.
After I blow his *** to pieces it really wont matter if your naughty or nice.
The holidays are a time for people to act insane over **** they do not need.
There addicts of want the stores are nothing more than dealers
selling coke crank and ****
Maybe you love the lights and the holiday rush with the family and all.
Well you can eat **** and jingle my ball.
I hope to stay on the naughty list as long as I'm alive.
Sincerely from Gonzo.
Shut the **** up and stop acting worse than a child who's five.
Don't send me a card cause I wont reply.
Here's your present it's a bomb now please die.
I hate the holidays call me a Grinch if you like.
**** you Santa all I asked for was a brick of ******* ,ten cases of whiskey, a key to the ******* mansion , a lifetime pass to the chicken ranch , A million dollars in unmarked bills ,
My neighbors dead ,And Harley Davison Motor bike.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
December is here..
Carolers are everywhere.
Houses are full of decaration.
Every people is having a great preparation.
Christmas is near..
Are you willing to open up your heart?
HE is coming..
Checking if you still remember.
The day that HE was born in the manger.
He is out there..
Waiting for you in the manger.
Hoping that you care.
Are you willing to visit HIM there?
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
The bells rang vividly through the cold misty evening as the carolers passed by,
Their serenades intoxicating the air with more and more of that red-green aura.
Busses, cars, and even an old man with a rickshaw zoom down the street,
Promising themselves they wouldn't let up the eve someplace away from home.
A silhouette emerges from the church carrying something wet and shiny.
Two cars topsy turvied and the passengers fell asleep.
Three men point exploding pipes at each other until they all fall down.
Four women braid each others' hair with clenched fists as the red mists paint the white brick wall.
Five people, all in a row, collapse onto the tracks of an oncoming train and decide to let go.
But the omniscient presence in the domed cloud sees all as a musing, for what are we but inklings?
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
The holiday season is here-
Close to closing out the year-
CHRISTMAS trees decorated so bright-
Carolers singing throughout the night-
Kids waiting for SANTA and his deer-
Mistletoes hanging just right there-
Presents under the tree just right-
Waiting to be opened this special night-
CHRISTMAS EVE indeed has come-
Celebrated by everyone-
Outside the snowflakes fall-
Mistletoe hanging in the hall-
A wintry mix to make things bright-
ALL for this special night-
From my family with lots of cheer-
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR-
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
As bland as the snow-covered lawn
I stare
wishing I were as resilient
as the scraggly blades of grass
refusing to hide their presence
under the act of God.
And I stare
because I cannot feel who I am today.
The withering bush
gives me no hope
nor
the single starving starling
peck
peck
pecking
at the hardened crust
to find a meal.
And I stare
at the absence of humanity
and uncourageous spirits
who hide indoors
resigned
to take this
cold, harsh beating
without a fight.
And I stare
into a bank of whiteness
becoming blind
with indescription
and anger
wishing we could build snowmen again.
And I stare
until this sheet of ice
becomes the
blanket of false snowfalls
on the living room table
nestled artfully beneath
the Christmas village.
We construct happy winter cities
of Victorian memories that
we never had
with pristine houses
and carolers and sledders
taken out of boxes
all perfect and smiling...
if only...
if only...
if only... I could take him out of his box
and set him here....
And I stare
at the absence of humanity...
praying
I will have the strength
of a blade of grass.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Peace of Christmas
suffuses the
bhajan hall
settling like snowfall
over the manger in Bethlehem
Its no wonder
on my way to kirtan
a white car dashed in front of me
embossed over its rear view window
was the Om glittering forth
reminiscent of snow crystals
softly descending from
the lofty Himalayas
Certainly this was turning out
to be quite a
magical evening
there was a hint of Sai in the atmosphere
although the devotees were sparse
we sang our hearts out
Yuletide hymns and Hare Krishna
Carolers on the door steps of God
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
it´s like water spilling from a leaky floorboard and your stuck in the basement.
it´s like asphalt thats too hot and you forgot your shoes at home.
it´s like the baby just pooed and it ain´t your baby, still its gotta be changed.
it´s like the wrong ***** for the right screwdriver.
it´s like a cold winters day in skinny jeans, no room for longjohns,
or a bird ******** in your hair
or carolers caroling
or kids screaming
or a broken heart and you dont know why it broke.
it´s the song that wont stop singing itself inside your head because somehow it knows you need work letting go.
hey, song, go **** yourself.
cause I´m tired of being reminded I´m no good.
cause I´m tired of feeling no good.
cause I´m tired of having dams for eyes.
cause I´m tired of being the same.
maybe its learning to rest more so I´m no longer tired of trying.
cause I´m tired of sitting on my ***
doing nothing, about something, which is me.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 1:13 PM UTC
Holiday.
Blurs of Red and Green.
The smell of peppermint and pine
lingering in the atmosphere.
Sounds of bells chiming
Ringing
And carolers singing
As churchgoers
also join together in their hymns.
Family
joining together.
Couples
under the mistletoe
and hearing
the crackle
of wood burning
in the fireplace
Enlightening everyone all around
With its warmth.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
The holiday season is here-
Close to closing out the year-
Christmas trees decorated so bright-
Carolers singing throughout the night-
Kids waiting for SANTA and his deer-
Mistletoe hanging just right there-
Presents under the tree just right-
Waiting to be opened this special night-
Christmas EVE indeed has come-
Celebrated by everyone-
Outside the snowflakes fall-
Mistletoes hanging in the hall-
A wintry mix to make things bright-
All for this special night-
From my family with lots of cheer-
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Carolers down the street.
He always went the other way.
Chimes of silent bells;
tongue taken out
or covered in felt.
And when people told him
to buy the ex-wife a fine wine
he went with wool socks instead.
Except the first time they made love
on a wintry day like this
snow falling as he came down.
There seemed to be music
coming from deep within
the winter clothes
of Christmas shoppers
and as they passed
he bid them Merry Christmas
and it was as though
they were somehow pleased
to hear it.
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 2:12 AM UTC
As she swayed to the tide of music nobody heard
The ghostly rhythms of my own forgotten soul caught FIRE
Tap dancing tenaciously on the tightrope of the void
Calling forth cascading cataracts, callousing over the mind, a cacophony of Mallards, flying south for the winter,
NEVER AGAIN TO SEE THEIR MOTHERS.
She tied my brain into a rope and swung across the chasm
Laughing like a Mameluke who had just discovered his feet.
The camel was left behind at the gate
The Babble went on till the break of dawn
Till it stopped.
And collapsed.
And felt weak as a Sunday Noon Tide Carolers
Bunchcake, Fun and Dry, Severing again and again the Hair twine
Randal Slappy Blimp map candy man Cadillac attack
A BOTTLE OF WINE AND TWO LEFT FEET LATER
A scumaladdoodalla frigate-splayed poodle-cups
When finally she agreed to let me into her preschool
I had already given up the hope of ever having a career in the arts.
Bean friends. Are the only friends. That accompany you. To heaven.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
The church bells are ringing
There's cheer in the air
Everyone's wishing Merry Christmas
Have a Happy New Year
But I feel so unhappy
I'm feeling so blue
It's just not Christmas
Without the joy of you
There are presents
Under the tree
There are happy children
All around me
But I lost all of my spirit
And started to tear
When you left me
You took away all of my cheer
Now the carolers are singing
Oh Holly Night
The snow's so enchanting
It's such a delight
But my heart is barren
My heart can't be consoled
You took away all of my comfort
You destroyed all of my soul
Oh ! Merry Christmas .
And have a good year
I wish you all the best
That much is so clear
So unwrap all of your presents
Raise a toast and cheer
Have Christmas dinner
I'll catch you , maybe next year
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
The highly-charged-festive spirit
Of Christmas all aglow.
Food, garland, gifts and lights
Songs and trees, the whole show.
Orchestras and cantatas.
Heav'nly bells sweetly rung.
Fife, cello, mandolin, violin.
And lovely choruses sung.
But the carolers, now, are silent
The ornaments are on the shelves.
All the gifts are opened
There’s no more need for elves.
The candles are blown out
And the gleaming lights unplugged.
The heavenly bells sit silent;
Gone is the Christmas bug.
Decorations all packed up
And the tinsel taken down.
Stores remove their displays.
Family has left town.
The Christmas Season’s over
The festivities are done.
‘Tis time to leave the Arena,
Ahh. It’s time to move on.
Though life reverts to normal,
Still, keep the Spirit alive;
Remember why we celebrate.
Let Christmas ever thrive.
(Revised 12/2015)
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
The click and pound and beat
Will be the final thing that they hear
Not their moms saying have a good day
Or their dads squeezing them and saying I love you
The Christmas Tree delicately lit
Will be the candle to remember them by
And the ornaments that were delicately placed
Will be the bullets that were fired...
The classic winter wonderland
Will be altered this year
No longer happy and cheerful
Or up-beat and comforting
The shots ring through your ears
Will be all that you hear come Christmas Eve and Day
Not the hourly chimes of the town clock
Or the regular carolers
The Christmas Tree delicately lit
Will be the candles to remember them by
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
Santa Claus is coming,
Christmas is almost here,
The children are snug in their beds,
Dreaming of Christmas cheer.
The cookies are in the oven,
The pie is out to cool,
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
We're ready for the Christmas yule.
The tree is trimmed in silver,
There's carolers at the door,
Singing their songs of Christmas,
And St. Nicholas lore,
The snow is falling lightly,
There's magic in the air,
With the feeling of warmth and happiness,
The joy of Christmas is everywhere.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Thunder blue
Leaves abducted from there gray fathers
Windows buckled and snap against the pressure.
Shutters shutter.
Lights dance and collapse in their bulbs.
The trees sway like chilly carolers.
Bring me winds. Rain a la carte.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
Thanksgiving has come and gone. The "starting gun" has sounded, officially setting off the Christmas rush. Stores are crowded, parking spaces are becoming non-existent, and the joyful sounds of shoppers echo throughout the canyons of the city("Same to you buddy!", etc. etc.etc.)
Neighborhood Christmas lights and decorations have been going up since the passing of Halloween. Some are elaborate and garish, others simple in their presentations. A contest, if you will, trying to outdo one another. Or rather, who can out-spend the other, a battle of egos, so to speak
Carolers, those small groups of both young and old, have all but disappeared, in this city anyway. It was a good feeling, sitting in your home, and suddenly hearing the voices singing Christmas carols. Jumping up, running to the door, and seeing a group standing not far from your porch singing "Silent Night", "O' Come all You Faithful", or another. Wishing you a "Merry Christmas!" as they continued down the street. Today, step out on your porch and you could get a gun stuck in your face.
It's now a different time, different era, with different attitudes. Christmas seems to have become a "me first" season. It's time for a change.
copyright: richard riddle-emended November 26, 2015
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Your nimble fingers
secrete the stray
merchandise at Main
Street's Almighty
Dollar Store -
a place brimming with
inanimate objects made in
Japan and China,
transported into your bulky
winter coat's four
outside pockets
Hide that pack of gum,
those ballpoint pens,
mechanical pencils, tiny
spiral bound notebooks that
fit so easily
Conceal that paperback best seller
you were looking through earlier,
the one titled "Where is God?"
in bold red type superimposed
against a threatening gray sky
Grab that bracelet for your wife,
that string of pearls too
and don't forget a bib for the
baby, a knickknack to brighten
your mother's dingy living
room and remember to take
those black leather gloves
so perfect for the
months ahead
With your heart racing,
move toward the exit door,
walk - don't run - avoid
eye contact - that's it -
keep going, but slowly
And then, as you take a few
steps forward outside,
someone from behind roughly
grabs your shoulders
As you turn around, those
gloves fall out
of a crowded pocket,
landing on the
snowy sidewalk
The hefty security
guy retrieves the
gloves and nudges
you back into the
warmth of the store
Somewhere in the
distance, carolers
are singing "Silent Night"
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
The beauty of Christmas
With all of those lights
So many colors
That shine really bright
As I drive down the street
It's hard not to stare
For there's snowmen
And Santa's setting everywhere
Pine trees are covered
With LED lights and snow
The LED shines brightly
And the snow makes it glow
Listen! Listen!
There's music in the air
The sweet sound of Carolers
Songs they will share
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
MERRY CHRISTMAS from JUDY
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Come decorate the tree with me dear,
Pretend like we're the only ones here.
A tight embrace, this is my place.
Here in your arms is my favorite space.
The snow is falling on the icy ground,
The sound of carolers is all around.
Everyone leaves just you and me here.
Now it's our turn to spread the cheer.
This is your favorite time of year,
It isn't mine but you're here.
This smile on my face will last forever,
Just as long as we're together.
You make my heart sing a euphoric tune,
You take me out to dance under the snowy moon.
We laugh to the merry spirit of the season.
We're in love, that's the only reason.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 4:19 AM UTC
he sold his house of cards and joined a band wagon caravan marching carolers streaming down the Nile River playing sad songs better
searching for Jesus and the Pharaoh and Cleopatra and Madonna
pop culture religion
he kissed ferris wheels
I never forgot the clouds
We stole the timelines from trees
Fractal fairytale disease
Symptoms of make believe
Falling in love life
Wonderland lust
Teaching kites how to fly
Graceful ugly ducklings sailing the moon to peterplan
So little princes and Indians can plant sunflowers
While the aliens are on vacation
Like surprise Christmas gifts of sparklers on new years the color of Atlantis books hidden in scrolls in marketplace buddhas
The world travels around us
As we play sad songs better
We build homes for those without
Feed our flesh to the Earth
Death blooming circles Mary go round ring round the rosey sunset kind of apocalypse called bliss
Wisdom streamlined by the old fisherman drowning in the fresh air as pinnochio waves from the whale saved by hopeful generation bred with care compassion
Playing our sad songs better
Christening the weather
Baptising ourselves in the rain
Calling the universe our church
Truth seeds in our hearts and membranes
Hummingbirds living in beehives
Hybrid hope of tomorrow
Letting lions and lambs play with mice
Aesop playing banjo out of tune
Poets turning into to fireflies
Lighting our way home
Through crop circles and ghost stories
Not being anchored by our past
We are no generation Titanic
We just play sad songs better
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Holidays come
And holidays go
But none are like Christmas
None of ‘em I know
Nothing can compare
With that Christmas atmosphere
Or the gifts that we share
With the ones for whom we care
Holidays come
And holidays go
But not many of ‘em
Do we pray for snow
With sleigh bells ringing
And children’s eyes aglow
Or carolers singing
Familiar songs we know
Holidays come
And holidays go
But none of ‘em have
The same ebb and flow
As Christmas does each year
Which only goes to show
How it’s anticipated
Like we already know
Holidays come
And holidays go
But Christmas is special
Underneath the mistletoe
People are laughing
And shopping to and frow
For just the right gifts
That express the love you show
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC