[ SNOW FLAKES ].- Promote Yourself

  Freezing cold, icey white,snow flakes shines in the light.                                      Shining silver, shining gold, shining down on the very old.                                            Silver snow flakes from the sky, falling down from way up high.                                Christmas snow on the ground, making snowman with no sound.                                Many snowman are what made, with gentle care with a spade, hats and gloves are used again, placed on snowman made as men.                                              Merry christmas to one and all, happy faces big or small.                                          ( Patricia bourne wordpress 2014 ) ~ facebook.

: TRANQUILITY-Promote Yourself

She falls down

Stuck in the corner of the dark

To find her freezing, close to death

Like a statue, breathing

 

She is crying, in silence

Depressed, frustrated, devastated

In the limit that she cannot think

The tears refuse to come out

 

Dear Lord,

Is this the world you want me to live in?

Bring me back to my childhood

Bring me back to my childhood

She is screaming, in silence

 

She closes her eyes

Escaping, flying away to somewhere else

I’m everywhere if you want to see,

God whispers

 

She opens her eyes, back to reality

She crawls, ready to meet Him

Body, heart and soul are praying

She doesn’t know what will happen next

But she feels calm now

 Khairunnisa Syahfa

: ichasyahfa.wordpress.com

 

The Romantic’s Dilemma -Promote Yourself

Why is my mind stuck on poems of love
Or symbols like a peaceful white dove

Or striving to show politics
Or to deliver my critics

Wherefore can I not
Show some appreciation
for the common perfection
for Beauty

But not for the Beauty of a fair face
Or an illustrious green-eyed gaze
Rather then for simple views

Dust floating through the air
Raindrops resonating on the rim
These are no moments rare

I love the orange-leaved forest
The blue foamy sea
Yet though I don’t know you
I cannot stop writing about thee

Slade Wilson

sladewilson.wordpress.com

 

POETREE CREATIONS CHRISMAS EXTRAVAGANZA

Nursery Rhyme & History The charitable lyrics of “Christmas is coming” poem! The lyrics of the poem “Christmas is coming” associate the Christmas feast with geese which are eaten in traditional English Christmas feasts. The meaning that is conveyed to a child in “Christmas is coming” is that the festive period is where each should give to charity, according to their means… even if all they could give was their blessing (If you haven’t got a penny…) History of the Penny! The history of the English penny is not commonly known but is a vital part of our history and heritage! The first documented reference to the penny is dated 790 AD when the first British penny was minted in silver. The design of the penny frequently changed depicting the images of various rulers. The first Anglo-Saxon pennies depicted a cross on the reverse of the coin as a symbol of Christianity. These crosses were used as guidelines to cut the penny into halves and quarters – “cut coinage”. The halfpenny (worth half the value of a penny) and farthing (worth a quarter, or a fourth, of the value of a penny) were then minted. The word farthing was derived from ‘fourthing’. The penny changed from silver to copper in 1797 ( hence the colloquialism ‘coppers’) then changed to bronze in 1860 and copper plated steel in 1992. The Nursery Rhyme “Christmas is coming” can claim to be instrumental in maintaining our heritage in relation to the coinage of both the UK and the USA which also used the humble penny

Poem – Christmas is coming rhyme

Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat Please to put a penny in the old man’s hat; If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do, If you haven’t got a ha’penny then God bless you!

I’m Still Waiting

I wait

And contemplate

Your call

I can’t wait for your response

But still I wait

So long

How long will it take you

To respond

I anticipate your call

The phone rings is it you

I think of all the things we’ve got to say

All the things we could of done today

But still there is no response

Deadly silence prevails

Is our life full of nonsense

Will you ever respond

But still I wait

I anticipate

Your response

And I am still waiting

For your call

I remember the promises

You made to us all

Now you’ve left

And I wait for your call

Your children so small

Wait for your response

Is our life full of nonsense

Still I wait

For your call

Still no response

I’m still waiting

Gillian Sims