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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
christmas light Twas a wintry night long, long ago and you could hear Jingle Bells being sung, a breath of air, and the chill froze it, and tall houses gleamed in the night- frozen with red, green, white lights; there, thru the window, in a room, I was spawled on the floor playing Nintendo, when my parents said: "Time to go, we are going to see the christmas lights." I groaned, hating christmas lights, but off I went, anyway, out into the cold, with ear muffs and heavy coat and mittens, while the frost stung my nose- abruptly, I had a cold, and I felt terrible, but off, in the cold, Santa had me hauled; the clouds were gone, the night vast, when a chorus of "Hallelujah" erupted, the music filling the night, and children and old alike singing merrily; Oh yea, their faces were blushin' red but smiling, and distantly I remembered what it had been once, like that, with cymbals ringing, and the warmth; the snow laid glittering thinly on "evergreen" grass, southern winds stirring; my father stopped to talk with neighbors, and I pulled out another kleenex and another, as the minutes rolled by, christmas lights flashing around in a daze red, white, yellow, green, aah! It so streamed into the street like a royal ballroom dance, lights white and distorted with many dresses, different colors and different accents- but all my eyes saw was pure madness: people laughing and embracing, as I stifled a ~yawn~ and then ~sigh~... when will madness this ever end? I longed for the stars, I longed for heaven, its splendours, its gentle kisses, but why christmas lights, burn me, why? The aroma of fresh spice in the air fit the songs, and the mint in my mouth; a night fit for a queenly feast indeed, as I smelled the trees in the Woodlands, in Texas, in the eastern region, nigh the Gulf of Mexico, where summers are hot as fire, but merry as sailors; snow was rare, but lights were many, tall houses filled the hills and forests, and ol' Cochran would've been done proud! I was a young lad of fifteen, hater of winter, lover of summer, hater of icy weather, lover of the raging seas, as the sea called out, "ah hoy, matey!" Those were my deep thoughts fervently calling, fervently longing... The wood reindeers fit nicely in the snow, lights wrapping around its hinds and body, and ascending upon trees- I pleaded sweetly for the night to end, but my dad said, "We're going for a drive, Come on! It'll be fun!" My terror unleashed, by far the worst, more lights meant bad dreams, but off the van went, a hour's drive towards the non-badlands, but to me, it was truly the badlands. In the badlands, the houses shone like fire in the sky, a huge fireball scattered, one by one they were endlessly on fire; angels topped some roofs, Mary sat there with Jesus in the cradle, Joseph with the staff, pertifying lights wove their siren songs emitting forth, dashing in waves unbreakable, music in everyone's eyes but mine. Hours later, the van pulled into our cul-de-sac, lights festooning with moon rain; it was beautiful, evergreen with moonlight, the trees tall, with hinges and limbs outward, but truly disturbed by christmas lights. Into the house I stepped, taking off shoes, then running to the computer and prompted it to boot, opened Netscape, and found e-mail from my christmas pal; the night was dark but moon spilled through anon for now and eternity; Pale the moon shines on my face this night, this age, this world of darkness. I am the child of the Phantom of the Opera. [This message has been edited by Artur Hawkwing (edited 08-13-99).] |
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Dragoness Senior Member
since 1999-08-07
Posts 513 |
 Nicely done!------------------ Set you heart free and your mind will follow. |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
As I nestle in the nice warm chimney corney My memory goes back to an inglenook of dreams a secret place, a quiet place where my shadows play and firelight gives my mood its theme and if as a dreamer I speak not a single word but wait and listen silently maybe someone will have heard his name? His name is Memory.... I love Christmas, children's faces, warmth and cheer, our gifts of thought and caring, our dreams based on living and sharing, humour and making people smile... Lovely thoughts Arthur... HUGS ------------------ You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. [This message has been edited by RainbowGirl (edited 08-13-99).] |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Dragoness~ A smile back. RainbowGirl~ Isn't Memory Lane a great road? I love the poem you gave, but I fear my time's too short for replying with a poem. But I will be glad to take your words to heart, that is a really good poem. Lovely comment, liked it alot.  [This message has been edited by Artur Hawkwing (edited 08-14-99).] |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
I only post once a day, and I don't think I'm posting any today. So *snaps fingers* back to the top this goes... |
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thursdayschild Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 169Houston, Tx. |
Classical! Truly loved this story...was captured from beginning to end. Thanks for sharing this Artur |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
thursdayschild~ One of my longest poems... I couldn't possibly ask for more than capturing it from beginning to end - the meaning's what counts! Thank you!! |
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Karibear Junior Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 10San Jose, Ca, USA |
WOW! Sure shows how different Christmas can be without snow, or when you love Summer but hate Winter. A fine job of showing a different perspective of Christmas. Even though it's my fav holiday : ) Karibear ------------------ Turn your face to the sunlight and you shall not see the shadow. -- Helen Keller |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Wow - what an epic. I'm completely unable to write long epics! Well, you 'hater of winter', you would love my christmases - I spend them in the nice hot summer of the Southern hemisphere! Loved those lines by the way, the ones including 'southern winds stirring'. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
You have such a way with imagery! Excellent. ------------------ "Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with." *Mark Twain* |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Hey! Karibear~ I agree, and great quote at the end! I have to type fast (I gotta leave, again!)... so thank you! Severn~ sorry gotta run - I will response tonight. Till then..... |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
This was well done! I too love summer more than winter. But oh, I love the christmas lights. I hope my poor kids don't feel that way. I take them every year(in the car of course), to go look at them! |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
I REFUSE to reply to this until December....I mean it...I really do...oh man, I can't stop myself. I confess..it's a wonderful story...makes you think a bit. I just can't think about Christmas...yet. But, you make it a bit easier with such fine work. By the way.."Let it snow..Let it snow"....ah, you know the rest..LOLP.S. This is the third time I've read it..Guess I'm a stubborn gal, huh?  |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
And now to finish my thanks! Severn- The sky is the limit! Always keep that in mind when writing a long piece of poetry work! Especially epics! And no why should I hate winter with all those pretty lights!? Quoth Jeff Rennicke: quote: Satiate- How could I resist? Imagery's like painting a picture, except with words! Whtdove- Thank you, very much, and much more! Imagine it as a lake where the sun reflects off the icy surface, with water under the surface. Sally- *wheezes in laughter* you don't mean you can't stop reading this poem? Then I really am sorry but I have to give you another one of those dreaded quotes .... quoth Lamar Dodd (who painted with a lifeless, paralyzed right hand): quote: Oh yea, I admire this man for his courage! Don't you think I would do the same for you, reading a long epic poem three times, even by me?..LOL Now, to explain the meaning in the last sentence ... --------------------------------------------------- Why did I bother to put in the line "I am the child of the Phantom of the Opera"? It was a hiding from the world, a hiding from the "christmas lights". Or in other words, the good things in life that you don't want to miss out on. [This message has been edited by Artur Hawkwing (edited 08-17-99).] |
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