Blogmas Day 25: I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play, 
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men. 

I thought how, as the day had come, 
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th'unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men. 

And in despair I bowed my head: 
'There is no peace on earth, ' I said 
'For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.' 

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 
'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; 
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, 
With peace on earth, good will to men.'

Till, ringing, singing on its way, 
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, 
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

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From Me and my Family to you and yours, have a very Merry Christmas. 

Blogmas Day 23: All That is Christmas Poet: Julie Hebert

Christmas is more than just presents,It's love and harmony.Together with friends and family,
Laughing and being funny.
We sing so many carols,
That we can't forget the tunes.
Christmas is so very exciting,
Especially in the afternoons.
Mornings are about Santa,
Exchanging our lovely gifts.
But afternoons are about loving,
All those who we feel fit. 

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Blogmas Day 19: This Christmas From The Editors of McCall's Magazine

This Christmas, mend a quarrel. 

Seek out a forgotten friend. 

Dismiss suspicion, and replace it with trust. 

Write a love letter. Share some treasure. 

Give a soft answer. Encourage youth. 

Manifest your loyalty in word and deed. 

Keep a promise. Find the time. 

Forgo a grudge. Forgive an enemy. 

Listen. Apologize if you were wrong. Try to understand. 

Flout envy. Examine your demands on others. 

Think first of someone else. Appreciate. 

Be kind; be gentle. Laugh a little. Laugh a little more. 

Deserve confidence. Take up arms against malice. 

Decry complacency. Express your gratitude. 

Go to church. Welcome a stranger. 

Gladden the heart of a child. 

Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. 

Speak your love. Speak it again. Speak it still once again.

Christmas is celebration, and there is no celebration 

that compares with the realization of its true meaning - 

with the sudden stirring of the heart that has extended

itself toward the core of life. Then, only then,

is it possible to grasp the significance of the first Christmas - 

to savor in the inward ear the wild, sweet music of the angel choir;

to envision the star-struck sky, and glimpse, 

behind the eyelids the ray of light that fell athwart 

a darkened path and changed the world. 

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Blogmas Day 18: Christmas Is A Time by Catherine Pulsifer

Excitement and anticipation 

For boys and girls

A time for dreams and whishes.

A time for families to come together

A time for friends to celebrate

A time for fun and good cheer

A time for caroling and music too.

A time to decorate the house

And trim the tree.

A time to wrap the presents

And fill the stockings.

But at Christmas time we 

Should remember that first Christmas

Take the time to thank God above

For sending His son for those He loves. 

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Blogmas Day 15: Christmas For All Ages - Julie Hebert

When we were kids ourselves,

We thought of Christmas time,

To be just for us,

Parents were not the prime.

But now that we are older,

We see that Christmas is great.

Not just for young children,

But for for us adults who love to celebrate

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Blogmasy Day 14: It's Not . . . It Is

It's sharing your gifts, not purchasing gifts;

It's not wrapping presents, 

It's being present

and wrapping your arms around the ones you love;

It's not getting Christmas cards out on time.

It's sending any card, anytime, at the right time;

It's not having the biggest and best Christmas light display,

It's displaying the Christ light that comes from your heart;

It's not Santa coming down the chimney, 

It's Jesus coming down from heaven,

and giving us the gift of eternal life.

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Blogmas Day 11: Old Santa Claus - Maud L. Betts

Old Santa Claus is a jolly man

Who brings us lots of toys, sir;

And none are happier Christmas time

Than little girls and boys, sir.

Have you not seen our Santa Claus,

With hair so snowy white, sir?

Just hang your stocking Christmas eve,

He'll come that very night, sir.

And if you watch, perhaps you'll see

This friend in furs hid deep, sir.

But I have never seen him once

I'm always fast asleep, sir.

Santa Claus is jolly, sir;

Santa Claus is kind, sir;

Santa Claus on Christmas eve

Comes riding on the wind, sir.




https://www.wow4u.com/christmas-poems/ 

Blogmas Day 10: Don't Let Christmas Be by Catherine Pulsifer

Don't let Christmas be a time to be stressed

Don't let Christmas be a time to overspend

Don't let Christmas be a time to of no rest

Don't let Christmas be a time to ignore good friends.

Let Christmas be a joyous time

Let Christmas be a relaxing and happy holiday

Let Christmas be sharing of your dimes

Let Christmas be love in many ways. 

https://www.wow4u.com/christmas-poems/

Blogmas Day 9: A Christmas Message - Julie Hebert

I have a message for you,

And I do believe it's grand.

During this Christmas Season,

It's time to take a stand.

Remember the reason for Christmas,

And what it represents.

Jesus, loving and welcoming,

It's not just about presents.

So take this Christmas message,

And pass it far and wide.

Christmas is a time for caring,

Let's share this message, amplified

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Blogmas Day 8: Still Stops Our World by Catherine Pulsifer

Christmas a time for children

That is for certain

But for others 

It is time to love your brothers.

A time where we do see peace,

Where fighting actually does cease.

Giving gifts and sharing with all, 

When the world seems anew.

Like that first Christmas morn,

When Jesus was born.

A miracle that happened long ago,

Still stops our world and shines a glow. 

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Blogmas Day 7 - Snowball by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas,
And a pillow for its head,
Then last night it ran away,
But first – it wet the bed!

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Blogmas Day 5: Christmas

Every time a hand reaches out
To help another….that is Christmas
Every time someone puts anger aside
And strives for understanding
That is Christmas
Every time people forget their differences
And realize their love for each other
That is Christmas
May this Christmas bring us
Closer to the spirit of human understanding
Closer to the blessing of peace!

https://sayingimages.com/short-christmas-poems/

Blogmas Day 4: Christmas is a holiday for friends - Nicholas Gordon

Christmas is a holiday for friends,

However they may be, or not, related.

Remember that the three wise kings were strangers

In search of one remote, uncanny dream.

So may we all be far more than we seem,

Together bound for dark and haunting changes,

More lovely for the loves we have created

Along the lonely paths from means to ends,

Stumbling towards that star of Bethlehem.

https://sayingimages.com/short-christmas-poems/

Blogmas Day 2: The Littlest Christmas Tree - Amy Peterson

The littlest Christmas tree
lived in a meadow of green
among a family
of tall evergreens.
He learned how to whisper
the evergreen song
with the slightest of wind
that came gently along.

He watched as the birds
made a home out of twigs,
and couldn't wait till
he, too, was big.
For all of the trees
offered a home,
the maple, the pine, and the oak,
who's so strong.

"I hate being little,"
the little tree said,
"I can't even turn colors
like the maple turns red.
I can't help the animals
like the mighty old oak.
He shelters them all
in his wide mighty cloak."

The older tree said,
"Why, little tree, you don't know?
The story of a mighty king
from the land with no snow?"
Little tree questioned,
"A land with no snow?"
"Yes!" said old tree,
"A very old story,
from so long ago."

"A star appeared, 
giving great light
over a manger,
on long winter's night.
A baby was born, 
a king of all kings,
and with him comes love
over all things."

"He lived in a country
all covered in sand,
and laid down his life
to save all of man."

Little tree thought of the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the 
happiest grin,
"We're not just trees,
but a reminder of that day
There's a much bigger part
of a role that we play!"

"For on Christmas eve,
my life I'll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
loving ground.
And as I stand dying,
they'll adorn me in trim.
This all will be done
in memory of him."

"Among a warm fire, 
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
I'll find my great end.
Then ever so gently,
He'll come down to see
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me."

"So you see, little tree,
we are not like the oak
who shelters all things
beneath his great cloak.
Nor are we like the maple
in fall,
whose colors leave many
standing in awe."

"The gift that we give
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of him."

The little tree bowed
his head down and cried
and thought of the king 
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift
can anyone give
than to lay down your life
when you wanted to live?

A swelling of pride 
came over the tree.
Can all of this happen
Because of just me?
Can I really bring honor?
By adorning a home?
By reminding mankind
that he's never alone?

With this thought, little tree
began singing with glee.
Happy and proud
to be a true Christmas tree.

You can still hear them singing
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas
and that one holy night.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-littlest-christmas-tree

Blogmas Day 1: Christmas Time - Ronald Doe

Christmas time is finally here.
It only comes but once a year,
And it's a time to spread good cheer
To those we love and hold so dear.

Christmas time is a time of glee,
A time when peace and love run free,
A time for those like you and me
To sit beneath the Christmas tree.

Christmas time is a time of joy,
A time to sit back and enjoy
The smile on each girl and boy,
As they play with a Christmas toy.

Christmas time is a time to share
The passing of another year.
Birth of Jesus, a joyful prayer,
To show loved ones how much we care.

Christmas time is a time for song,
A time for us to get along,
To make us feel Lord Jesus strong,
Forgive all those who did us wrong.

Christmas time is a time to pray,
Put love and kindness on display,
Show compassion along the way.
Christmas time should be every day.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/christmas-time

Eyes Like Lighthouses When The Boats Come Home - Dane Cobain

Synopsis

Eyes Like Lighthouses is Dane Cobain’s first book of poetry, distilled from the sweat of a thousand memorised performances in this reality and others. It’s not for the faint-hearted.

“I’ve never seen anyone do a stream of consciousness piece as talented as that. Very impressed.” – Mark Allard-Will, author of Saskatch-A-Man and co-founder of Cuckoo’s Nest Press

“Dane’s poetry is a multi-layered spiral of the macabre, quirky humour and disjointed imagery. Not only does he make you think, he captures the small forgotten moments of everyday life.” – Nikki Dudley, co-editor of Streetcake Magazine

“…[Dane] combines concrete detail with socioeconomic concerns.” – Lorna Wood, associate editor of Gemini Magazine


Review:

So here I am again with a poetry read, it was a great break from my usual young adult and fantasy reads. Dane contacted me with options of works to read. I chose all of them after finding out I was able to.

Eyes Like Lighthouses When The Boats Come Home was a refreshing read, truthful, uncensored raw poetry. Each piece an insight into a topic of the world.

The poems were pure and powerful, I fell in love with several pieces, I could relate to them easily and that was one thing I loved so much when I was reading these pieces.

One piece named; Like A Landlocked Light-house had been one I had loved a lot, so much I went back to re read it a few more times before writing this review.

I can say that some people will not like the truth written within the read, or the language which is used but I found that both of them really made the collection of poems all that more of a need to read.

I can say it's a clear 5/5 frim me, and a definite read for anyone who wants to see everything in a truthful brutal poetic light.

P.L.E.A.S.E - Adam Que

Synopsis:

P.L.E.A.S.E is a great introduction to the author and what emotionally inspires him to write. Thus the author landscapes the universal language of poetry; and how the power of words, the power of expression, and the power of artistry can connect us all. As well as making us simply feel. Asking that age old question, 'Is poetry and art dying?' Or does a piece of it always live in each and every one of us? 

Review:

When Adam first contacted me about P.L.E.A.S.E I was truly interested about reading it as it would be the first of this type and genre that would feature properly on my blog. I must admit I was happy with how long the book was, it wasn't too much to struggle reading and it wasn't too short to be disappointed with not getting to know more.

As the synopsis says, the book let's us look into the things that emotionally inspires him and also get introduced to him properly.  I really enjoyed getting to know more about Adam and where his inspiration from his work comes from. Not only did I enjoy it but it was very interesting.

There are several works in this book and a selection of them were really able to make me think about myself and reflect on not only current, but also possible future, and past situations that I have experienced. I can say with an ounce of certainty that no matter who you are, a piece or several pieces of Adams work inside of this book will resonate with you.

This made reading the book easy and enjoyable as not only did I feel like I knew something about Adam but I also got to realise through his work that we had things in common or have had experienced similar things.

I given the book a strong 4 out of 5 just for the fact it's not really my genre of work but was still really enjoyable to read and was worth every minute I spent reading it.