Showing posts with label Christmas Card. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Card. Show all posts

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Spare Cards. Spoil People.


I was going to wish you a merry Christmas
Just hop along and deal me a nice, fat breakfast.
That was before I spotted the empty plate and dirty cutlery
Why not come on in and bite a big chunk out of something?

Really, I was about to tell you ‘merry Christmas’
And then hit the warm covers and embrace sweet siesta.
But I couldn’t ignore the thin spread of newspaper on the curbs.
You wanna come in and find a decent spot to lay your head, blood?

I was going to holla compliments of the season,
Then dash out and throw a party with the team.
But that was all before I realized you needed companionship.
So now, you and me we gon’ party like there’s nothing left to give.

I could tell you all the stuff I was going to say
But it’s high time somebody done turned the page.
Time to quit reading the script and do the act;
Spoil people with kindness. Spare the Christmas cards.

Akpan


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Guest Blog: A Soldier's Christmas by Ken


This is poetry by a guy I met on Writing.Com; a Vietnam War veteran. He goes by the pen name HuntersMoon.
Enjoy!

A foot-tall artificial tree -
a decorated memory
of time spent with a family -
stands by his dusty bed.

A Christmas card sits underneath
with a bright yellow ribboned wreath.
A printed sign stands in relief –
“Daddy, come home soon.”

The gifts from home he’ll get this year
won’t fill his mind with Christmas cheer
though, for a moment, they’ll feel near.
He holds them in his heart.

He remembers carols that they sing
but knows the gift he’s offering
finds meaning in “Let freedom ring.”
He proudly stands his post.

It’s times like this that make him sad.
He should be home; husband and Dad
are parts of life that make him glad.
Such is his sacrifice.

For just a moment, his eyes tear
but in his mind, his vision’s clear
to keep his loved ones free from fear.
He straightens up with pride.

He whispers a familiar prayer
asking for God’s love and care
as he grips tight the cross he wears.
He heads out on patrol.

Afghanistan, the DMZ,
dozens of places we don’t see,
freedom’s gift is given free;
each soldier pays the price.

At home, another holiday
explaining why Dad is away.
“He’ll be home soon,” Mothers say.
Someday, perhaps, for good.

God bless those who serve
and the families that wait for their return.


Author’s Bio
I actually wrote this about me - thinking back to my first Christmas in Vietnam. It was an unhappy time but I believed in what I was doing (Little did I actually know *Laugh*)

You may feel free to use it in your blog ... Thank you for honoring me and the many who serve.
—Ken


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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Christmas Card: Poems for Christmas


A Partridge Family Christmas Card

"Christmas Card" is sort of a Christmas fantasy thing for me. I'm collaborating with my favorite artistes; Legends in their own rights to create "Unforgettable" Christmas poetry.



Eneh

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