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A Christmas Carol – Promote Yourself

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O holy night, We praise thee for thy birth
Sleep thou now quietly baby-king of earth
Thou babe of bliss come from holy skies,
With the coming morrow thou shalt arise.

Thou shalt walk on water, turn it all to wine
Cast out the evil, chase them all to swine
Thou babe of bliss, yet born so low and base
With the coming morrow, thou shalt bruise Caesar’s face

Thou shalt preach and heal and make the darkness light
Yet comes the morrow, and for now goodnight.
Sleep thou gentle babe of bliss
Smile thy smile of glee
For those you love shall kiss thee
And nail thee to the tree

.Sandesh Bartlet

Despite being Anglican by birth, I do not subscribe to any denomination in particular. My faith in God however has made me realise that society celebrates Jesus’ birth more than it celebrates the completion of his life’s mission. I was inspired by a particular carol that to carries a similar message, thus I must not be credited for the idea or tone of the poem. The name of the carol escapes me now. 

Poetreecreations Christmas Poetry

Christmas morn

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The old clock chimes,
Expectations to meet.
Traditions set, like the TV repeat.
Smothered in tinsel
Stands the twinkling mass
Whilst we drown in our sherry,
Hide in our glass.
Burdens too heavy, snow too deep.
A lifetimes emotion. Broken sleep.
And yet, He delivers and hope is born
Faith renewed on Christmas morn.
Gifts given and eyes to see.
Peace and freedom just to be.
Releasing the pressure and disbelief.
Forgotten heartache; intense relief
Finding trinkets full of pleasure.
Jewels that sparkle, precious treasure.
A sacred devotion to soothe the soul
Love to sustain us.
Bethlehem’s goal.

PAM MELLOR

My Ice Queen

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She stands before me with icy stare, 
I dare not breathe; do not dare.

For one cloud of breath toward Her Grace
may break an icicle from flawless face

Forced to my knees by daggers of ice, 
my back they stab, and my wrists they slice.

She stands before me, regal and royal, 
never content with Servants’ toil.

Snow-dusted willows attack my skin, 
the rule of my Queen will always win.

I say not a thing, for my words are strong, 
to batter her beauty all day long.

Attack like a bull, and shatter to shards, 
the Queen of Diamonds, with all the cards.

In her eyes hides longing gleam; 
burning desire to run free as a stream.

A candle I’ll hold, like never seen; 
an endless flame to melt my Queen.

Death of much; an affordable price, 
in order to rescue my Queen of Ice. 

Dan Brown
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