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.
Daily Archives: December 7, 2014
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
POETREE CREATIONS CHRISMAS EXTRAVAGANZA
Nursery Rhyme & History The charitable lyrics of “Christmas is coming” poem! History of the Penny! |
Poem – Christmas is coming rhyme |
Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat |
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