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My Favorite Poem |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
THE CHRISTMAS POEM I turned out the lights and lit the tree, Then settled back, just Rover and me. The family is scattered here and there, Christmas is lonely - but I don’t really care. No noisy unwrapping of gifts will I hear, No stacks of dishes after dinner this year. The lights flicker, the tinsel gleams, The perfect Christmas, or so it seems. Then at my door came a timid tapping, Startled, I jumped, as though I was napping. I opened the door and to my amazement, A small crowd stood on my front pavement. An old man, wrinkled and gray, Stepped forward as though he had something to say. “We thank you kindly for having us To share the joy your Christmas.” I stepped back and they filed past, There were eighteen people, from first to last. The laughter welled up as they settled down, They looked at my face, and saw my grim frown. “You want us here, don’t you sir?” Asked a child quietly, as they began to stir. “Well, I don’t know,” I started to say, Then wondered, why not? It’s almost Christmas day. I had no turkey with them to share So I fixed what I had - - they didn’t care. Hamburgers, hot dogs, tuna casserole too. I even served a can of Spam or two. After we ate, they began to sing, And suddenly, you know, it was the strangest thing - The tree seemed brighter, the air more clear.. I began to fill up with holiday cheer. I dug in the closet for discarded clothes, For books and toys …I’d always kept those. I handed them out, a smile on my face, I really never had such joy in this place. I settled them down - wherever - to bed… A child’s prayer was softly being said. The lights on the tree reflected the glow Of the happiest Christmas I’ll ever know. I awoke from the dream to find myself alone… I immediately jumped up and reached for the phone. I dialed quickly, my heart beating fast. The true joy of Christmas, I’d found at last. You see, no matter how little you give, It brings joy to those with no place to live. So open your home and open your heart Christmas is … the place to start. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
I like it too, Poet deVine! What a sweet story. Elizabeth And this I say to you: why? Why? Just tell me why, so I can understand. Why? |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Sharon, I can certainly see why you picked this as your favorite. What a beautiful poem - and so right! Blessings are blessings in the givings to those that need. Give until it hurts! Beautifully written! ~netswan |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Ah, how well I remember this one! I think I might just snatch this one, if you don't mind?  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PoetdeVine~ And you are deVine. This is just perfect ... and just think .... it's Christmas in June !  Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
This is such a terrific poem, deVine one. Every day of knowing you is Christmas  |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
Awesome! The true meaning of Christmas. I thank you for this one. The true meaning of life. Blessings to you, marcy |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
you are the queen of story telling Poet D wondeful poem of spirit and love. thank you for sharing it for the challenge later-queen bee-gator jm I think I could need - this in my life I think I'm just scared - that I know too much I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling ... If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby you need to come home cuz there's a little bit of something me... In everything in you. ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Sharon I can see why this is yor favourite, it is absolutely beautiful! loved it! Je t'aime plus qu'hier et moins que demain." I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow (unkown) |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Wonderful poem Poet deVine ... for Christmas and "every" day! Best wishes, /Kit |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Dear Sharon; This is definitely a Classic! Promise to post this again at the Christmas holidays to remind us all of the true meaning of Christmas, although I know I can use the reminder all year. Wonderful! Love, Ellie 02 |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is fantastic, Sharon! I agree, definitely has 'classic' quality! Denise |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
yep, this is great....sigh, have been trying to think if I had a favorite poem, but can't decide on one....now, if I had one of this quality I would have no problem deciding *s* great poem! |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
No question why it is your favorite poem. A wonderful tale splendidly written. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
PdV, classics suit you...and I'm looking for a repost on December 1 [What Forum will we be in, 8, 9?] and I will do my best to "grinch" this back to the top often enough! Sunshine ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
~Sharon I can see why this one is your favorite! I loved it! You truly do know how to write a story in true poetic form! My hat's off to you lady. Great poem! Amy "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends." "Fate exists but it can only take you so far, Because once you're there It's up to you to make it happen." |
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