Antique
bells, still intact.
Put away for next year.
Granma’s mom’s decorations once. Continue reading “Christmas Tree Exits”
photos n poetry
Antique
bells, still intact.
Put away for next year.
Granma’s mom’s decorations once. Continue reading “Christmas Tree Exits”
Enveloped in white.
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
The children sing.
Heralded glorious birth.
Our newborn King.
It’s getting to be that time.
When the frozen bird is thawed and Continue reading “Merry Christmas Poets…!!”
picture for interest
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
O-o-o-o-oh
They beheld this wondrous sight.
O-o-o-o-oh
Holy Lamb God’s own son.
Holy Lamb God’s own son.
Holy Lamb God’s own son.
O-o-o-o-oh Continue reading “Born For Man: Song”
It came upon a midnight clear.
Children fear cops far n near.
No shoes cover his small feet.
A meal’s not ready, prepared,
by mom or dad to eat. Left
in the gutter – trenches is he.
Just a tiny Lit tot. Facing
Christmas all alone. A flat
box, soaked by snow, his only
covering. He’s, just, gland the
cops ne’er found him t-day.
Now he can live a-other day. Continue reading “World Concern – children”
It’s Christmas time.
Everywhere I go I hear
that word…Christmas.
Let’s, just, cut that word
down to size. Gouge
it out like a-others eye. Continue reading “Christ(x)mas…scratch it.”
family members photo
Silver garland flows bough to bough.
Icicles shimmer, capturing colored lights.
Blue bulbs bobble row to row. Continue reading “Christmas to Celebrate”
clip-art photo
Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.
This
holiday
that jolly tree Continue reading “Cat’s Meow Christmas”
Deep
in the jungle,
amid evergreen n brush.
Bough of fresh Douglas fir.
Cats whilst station themselves.
Ear marked within the tree’s base.
Mice no longer saunter in this place.
Should I persuade you to venture out?
This is every cat’s Christmas hang-out.
Enticed by, all, the tinsel, lights n bulbs.
If to snatch claws will scratch per chance.
Then they’ll knock o’er this disclosed post
Just like
last year
And, have
yourself a very Puffy Fluffy
Christmas. May the cabbage, carrots,
be fresh – the best. From now on your
cage whilst be miles away. Oh, so, have
yourself a Puffy Fluffy Christmas. A Puffy Continue reading “Puffy Fluffy Christmas”
Oh,
Holy birth…!
Snow lightly falls, so too,
thus, holy, Child came for us all.
His love descends. Former day’s He
walked this land. Eager to heal –
eager to mend. His love descends.
Wayward man His blood to seal.
Cleanse, restore, and renew
a-gain. His love descends. Holy
Child, His only Son. Calls us
His adopted ones. His favor wins
Love abides within. Upon remittance of
sin. Cast your cares on Him. His love
whilst heal…Forever to abide.
His love descends.
Receive…!
Oh,
Holy birth…!
Snow lightly falls, so too,
thus, holy, Child came for us all.
His love descends. Former day’s He
walked this land. Eager to heal – Eager
to mend. His love descends. Wayward man
His blood to seal. Cleanse, restore, and renew
a-gain. His love descends. Favored Child,
His only Son. Calls us His adopted ones.
His favor wins. Love abides within.
Upon remittance of sin. Cast your
cares on Him. His love whilst
heal… Forever to abide.
His love descends.
Receive…!
Oh,
Holy birth…!
Snow lightly falls, so too,
thus, holy, Child came for us all.
His love descends. Former day’s He
walked this land. Eager to heal – Eager
to mend. His love descends. Wayward man
His blood to seal. Cleanse, restore, and renew
a-gain. His love descends. Favored Child,
His only Son. Calls us His adopted ones.
His favor wins. Love abides within.
Upon remittance of sin. Cast your
cares on Him. His love whilst
heal… Forever to abide.
His love descends.
Receive…!
words create wonders
me, my pen and paper
Pain goes in, love comes out.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think. - George Gordon Byron
An Artist Who Writes