"sleighs" poems
cedar planks line the dim lit hall
morning snow begins to fall
sepia print in a chipped wood frame
embers spark from the franklin flame
rustling sounds from bunks below
records play in a tight alcove
bacon grills on an iron sheet
gloves are warmed by baseboard heat
bean bags tossed on colored ****
papka placed as a punching bag
red brick wall with mounted poles
windows filled with glacier bowls
whiskey jack on the southern rail
a frozen patch of wine and ale
pine cones fall in gathering white
brothers bathed in firelight
sleighs are on the table top
canyon road is at a stop
northern winds that bite the face
lines are up the gondola base
cornice clipped by gully goats
the rubber man appears to float
alpine depths are on the rise
peaking sun through parting skies
triple ropes and nordic luge
honored guests from baton rouge
gelande jumps on rainbow drive
nostalgia’s light and warm reply
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
Don't you wish that Christmas
Was a Currier and Ives scene
Where the snow was falling softly
In the woods of evergreen
Where horses pulled the sleighs
Through the village and the fields
Where the children played at snowballs
With just scarves to act as shields
A time of innocence gone by
Where Christmas was serene
Where the world was fairly limited
And not shown on a screen
A time where people had some class
And Christmas was a day
For families to just spend some time
Not compare how much they paid
A painting showing everyone
Out skating on the lake
While carol singers sang their songs
To see the joy that they could make
I would love to have a Christmas
Like an old time Christmas card
But today, it would be difficult
It could be done, but would be hard
A Child's Christmas in Wales we'd read
And we'd follow it with more
We'd sing songs to our hearts delight
And we'd open up the door
for Christmas is for sharing
Not for self fulfilling greed
A Currier and Ives type Christmas
Might be just the thing we need
This year, I'll watch no movies
About Christmas elves and such
I'll make each treat we eat at home
And by the fire, stand a crutch
I'll volunteer and feed the poor
And I'll go to church as well
Wait....who am I kidding
Well, it was a nice thought....What The Hell!!
Merry Christmas
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
I really did believe back then that fairy's took my teeth
I'd carefully lift my pillow and slip them underneath.
I really did believe back then that sleighs and deers could fly
And once a year on Christmas eve old Santa crossed the sky.
And then my favourite fairytale began one August night
A true life Prince or so you seemed came after his Snow White.
My life was in a state of shock
But with your kiss I woke
I soon believed your words of love and every word you spoke.
But cheating minds can lurk beneath a pair of loving eyes.
If only I had learnt back then
That fairytales were lies.
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
Talk to me, talk to me of Old St. Nick
Talk to me of Sinterclaus
Of Mikulas, Pere Noel, or Babbo Natale
Talk to me of candles, christingle and a silent night
Talk to me of crackers, carols and calamities
Talk to me of snow, sleighs, and stars
Talk to me of Christmas cards, wrapping paper
Talk to me of gold, old spice and mice
Talk to me of icing, icicles
igloos, ivy
Holly
Oh sweet Hollie
Tots of Drambuie
Marmalade and toast
Talk to me of Philip Scholfield
Carols From Kings
Mary Poppins
Scrooge
Festive films
Radio Times
And things that are too pretty
Lights, nights
Hark, Dark
barking dogs
tinsel
Tinsel Town
Wolves at the door
Salvation Army playing once more
Talk to me
Talk to me
Cream Crackers, cheese
Frosty mornings, old knees
Talk to me of snow covered alpine forests
Gateaux
Cherries
walnuts and berries
Festive fun,
A seasonal run
Of All Gold telly
With a full belly
Farts, sprouts
Turkey that tastes just like chicken
Oh talk to me of
Terry Wogan
Rosh Jogan
Grogan Josh
Last minute deals
Black Friday
White Friday
And all the Cyber Mondays
Talk to me of
Happy Mondays
Dancing Bez
In a Festive Fez
Talk to me
Talk to me
Of Festive time
Late nights
Early mornings
Beer
Cheer
All in entertainment
Oh talk, TALK to me
Of hangovers,
sleep overs
gloves
mittens
and cute kittens
Oh talk to me of
fake Chanel
Faux Fur and underwear
Celvin Klein
Talk to me , Talk to me of
Jonah Lewie
Bony M
The Pogues
and all those rogues
Fairy tale of New York
Stop the Cavalry
Mary's Boy Child
And the
Spaceman who came riding by
Oh talk, Talk , Talk to me
of places, and spaces We all know
Christmas markets
Tesco, Aldi and John Lewis Adverts showing
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Chris
Oh talk to me
Oh talk to me of old St. Nick
Talk to me
Talk to me
Eggnog
Talk to me
Talk to me
Bah humbug
Talk to me
Talk to me
Happy Christmas
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
Christmas lights,
Crystal snow.
Always so bright,
Always unknown.
Beautiful snow,
Arching mistletoe.
Wishes to blow,
Love can only grow.
Hanging plant,
Meeting place.
No more rants,
Only your face.
Take me in,
Pull me close.
Touch the brim,
Brushing my nose.
Only lasts seconds,
But lasts forever.
We don’t mind,
The chilly weathers.
Smoke of magic,
As you talk smoothly.
Don’t know what happened,
Just felt so soothing.
No flying reindeers,
No crimson sleighs.
Don’t need to see magic,
It lies within us, forever to stay.
Crackling wood,
Endless warmth.
You know I would,
Make you adored.
Nature’s winterhold,
Brisk cold breeze.
When you are cold,
I’ll be the one to freeze.
You need warmth,
I need humility.
Treasure of lore,
Gifts of opportunity.
Taking my breath away,
I can’t even recall the words to say,
Telling you’re perfect,
Endless fate, still worth it.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Consider, If you will,
I pray,
The certainty
On Christmas Day,
If Infinite Wisdom
Should decree,
Christmas Day
To be snow free.
Pray to avoid
Inside woes,
Happy homes
Need Christmas snow.
Get kids on skates, sleighs and skis,
Bundled well so they don't freeze.
History dictates outside toys
Combine real fine with outside clothes.
Skates match well
With socks and toques,
Sleighs are steered
When warm in boots.
Snow awakens sleepy heads,
Riding sleds instead of beds.
Toboggans hurling down the slopes,
Big brothers begged to man sled ropes.
For smiling cherubs
On Christmas morn,
Hope and pray
For snowy lawns.
There in safety
Kids can mold,
A fortress
Or a snowman bold.
HA! Now listen to my homily,
Snow's not for kids only.
What would we do
On Christmas Day,
Ready kids,
No snow for play.
Imagine kids,
Your very own,
Being inside
All day long.
Your son,
So eager with his horn,
Playing Gabriel
In early morn.
Then recall
Your rush for games,
The lines, the crowds,
It's so insane.
And they won't play
Outside at all,
They're pushing us
Against the wall.
Yes,
Screams of laughter, resounding;
Peels of joy, echoing;
Happy shrieking, pounding,
On
Silent Christmas morn.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Imagine
if you can I say,
the certainty on Christmas Day
If Infinite Wisdom should decree, Christmas
Day to be snow free. Happy children need Christmas snows,
(Ask your parent, they already know);
To use their skates, sleighs and skis, And mitts and coats
so they don't freeze. History dictates outside toys
Combine quite well with outside clothes.
Skates match well with socks and toques, Sleighs slide faster
warm in boots. Snow awakens sleepyheads, gets kids outside riding sleds. They'll ride their sleds down downy slopes, begging
brothers to man sled ropes. For smiling Cherubs on Christmas morn, hope and pray for snowy lawns. There in safety they can mold
a fortress or a snowman bold. HA! Now listen to my homily, snow's not for kids only. What would we do on Christmas Day, with ready kids, no snow for play. Imagine kids - your very own - doing
everything at home. Your son, too eager with his horn,
playing Gabriel in the early morn. Recall the rush for toys and games, the push of crowds gone insane. "Why won't she play outside at all?"
Instead she cartwheels down the hall. SCREAMS OF LAUGHTER - RESOUNDING; PEELS OF JOY
ECHOING; HAPPY SHRIEKS
RESOUNDING
on silent
Christmas
morn.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
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
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
Christmas is a time for children
Of Santa, sleighs and snow
Of scented pines, hot mulled wines,
Icy cold noses, cheeks aglow.
Christmas is a time for family
For news throughout the year
Chinking toasts, sumptuous roasts
Well wishes and good cheer.
Christmas is a time for Baby Jesus
Of Wise Kings, angels and stars
An exhilarating night, the glorious sight
Long before computers and cars.
Christmas is a time for presents
Of bright wrappings, ribbons and bows
Of twinkling lights, breathless sights
Candlelight, carols and pantomime shows.
Christmas is a time for giving
To spare a thought for the lonely and old
A letter or gift, spirits that lift
To be remembered, not left out in the cold.
Christmas is a time for excitement
Of waiting for Santa to show
Milk and mince pies, delighted cries
From the biggest kid I know!
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
I want to write a Christmas poem,
But the muse ain't in the mood;
I look outside, it seems like Spring.
I really think I'm *******
There's not a flake of snow out there,
The sun shines in the blue;
I believe the squirrels are copulating.
I really think I'm *******
Our geese stayed North again this year,
Our fauna's still in view;
It's hard to spot the cardinals;
I really think I'm *******
There's lights strung round houses,
With inflatables on the lawns;
They're out of place,
Look crude and rude;
I really think I'm *******
I'm not hearing silver bells
From sleighs running over snow;
It's a wonder we call this winter,
In Ontariario.
But... the tree is up,
The gifts well-wrapped
With Love and Best Wishes too;
So, in lieu of surely being *******
This verse will have to do.
Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 12:11 PM UTC
Writing makes me feel better.. But what i really need is for you to hold me through this cold weather. I'm feeling alone and I just want to feel comfortable within my own bones. I love you and when i say it is true. But I'm not your image of perfection and you think I'm just someone you can mess with. Use me for what i have then throw me to the curb, but listen here you little nerd. I don't have much and i only use my heart for love. You think you can play me haha . wow that sleighs me. I really wish we could have worked out but, all these people keep running their mouths . And its hard for me to know whats true , especially if it has to do with you. I hated you For two years so sorry if i don't shed any tears. You're such a great friend.. but hearts you cant to mend. talking to you calms me down. And hugs from you is like catching me before i hit the ground.... That didn't make seance but when your in love nothing has to, hence....The term "Love is blind". And i must be out of my mind to keep thinking of you.. Some one who chooses girls right out the blue.. You led me to think i was special , and I believed because i live it what seems like a hell hole. It's really not ,But i always seem lost. I'm so naive . I can see how I'm easy to decisive. A child at heart who never learned where love should start.. Do i rush into it or do i take it slow... Hopefully one day i will know. Things with you felt so right but it went to fast so i didn't know how to act. Maybe I'm not meant for love...God I really miss your hugs..
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
your night-rose, sweet
yet such honeysuckle hides in your
girl-graces,
in the gravest mirror of my eyes
rises the frailest rose,
its unmindful bend and its
return to my hand's deepest grave —
o, the wind sleighs my hair
unearthing its roots — in this summer-gladness i am
one with the morning's terminal
flush, its beforeness is my sleep
brimming with the waters of waking
and you, whose eyes
inevitably, the day in the horizon.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
we sometimes so desperately
cling to summer
that we a scarcely notice
the passing of autumn
what a shame it is to miss
the funeral dance
of the falling leaves
no longer green or gold
they clutter the ground
in the fading colors of rust
before we know
winter rides in on a chill breeze
wearing a mischievous smile
and what an odd thing
that we don't take warmth
in fresh fallen snow
fingertips growing numb
red cheeks
a runny nose
children giggling as only they can
so far away from the seasons
were their hearts will know
the weight of gravity
life will one day carry
what a waste we make of youth
too little do we realize
how wonderful it is
to know so little
yet believe in so much
magic hats
skating snowmen
quite mice
flying sleighs
saints of kringle
back when winter lit our hearts
with cozy fires
roasted marshmallows
sips of too hot hot coco
so long ago before we wasted winter
on wishes for days of spring
back when we knew so little
yet believed in so much
before we knew
how to be desperate
how to cling
to wasteful thoughts
wasteful things
back before we lost
the wonder of believing
the joy of simple things
and how to take comfort
in the warmth of winter
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC