More festive than the feast itself is the day before.
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Festival
They Say:
It's Festive Time Today
Auspicious Durga Pooja Day
May be my time is not Right
Or my mood is not Festive
And hence - I've been
miserably crying away
all through the day.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Christmas today!
Christmas today
Is celebrated in different ways
For lucky ones are Christmas presents
Waiting to be unwrapped under the Xmas tree
Others are still waiting for theirs to be sent
Strapping on to hope
That their presents will be free
Christmas today
Signifies cards, trees, and shopping malls
Let’s not forget the homeless people
Who have no one and are sobbing
Drink, Drink
Though not to a drunken stupor
Feast and feast
Before anorexia hits you to the core
Smile and smile, be merry yet weary
But please don’t forget the lonely
Who have no one and are sobbing
While you feast in prosperity
To charity you must give, remember
Especially in the month of December
Christmas today
Is a festive holiday
Appreciate it in all thy ways
For the man who died and gave birth to life
Is the reason why Christmas today has so far survived!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Season-9
Social norm here
All twelve months on festive spree
With rituals lot
Prayers primary
Along with offering next
Traditional treat
Discount sale common
Season's festive gift offer
People throng crazy
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Christmas without Christ
HOW can I keep my Christmas feast
In its due festive show,
Reft of the sight of the High Priest
From whom its glories flow?
I hear the tuneful bells around,
The blessèd towers I see;
A stranger on a foreign ground,
They peal a fast for me.
O Britons! now so brave and high,
How will ye weep the day
When Christ in judgment passes by,
And calls the Bride away!
Your Christmas then will lose its mirth,
Your Easter lose its bloom:
Abroad, a scene of strife and dearth;
Within, a cheerless home!
poem by John Henry Newman
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Whodunnit?
Providence? It's 'What the Butler Saw' -
and ever sees, and ever shall have seen:
the One who knows what's needed long before,
and sees that it's delivered at the scene;
prepares it for the feast of human life;
presents it in due style at this repast;
then, in the festive moment, stands aloof,
invisible to him who plays the host;
sees that new dishes come, and plates removed
- fleet opportunities that come and go;
unseen- unless His presence sought and proved;
unspeaking, silent - unless spoken to.
Whodunnit? why, the butler, since you ask,
named Providence: God's world, and Word, and task.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Happy Thanksgiving
It's time for Tom to lose his wattled head.
He's designated martyr for the feast.
We pluck him naked and stuff him with bread
Then roast his hapless carcass whole or pieced.
We carve, dismember, separate his flesh
and pile it high upon a festive plate.
Oh, Butterball you juicy thing, so fresh
and tasty, every bite is simply great.
Although we never heard him gobble
without a head he cannot demonstrate.
A turkeys future cannot be squabbled
his life is brief and predetermined fate.
Without a turkey there's no misgiving
there would not be a Happy Thanksgiving.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Feast To Eat And Enjoy
Feast!
So delicious are these offerings,
For only you prepared.
Feast and eat.
Until your heart is contented.
Relax.
And take the weight off your feet.
Unbridled and free,
From each and every discourse presented.
Whether disguised in debated argument or not,
To undermine your dining done.
With purposes to have that stopped.
Feast!
So delicious are these offerings,
For only you prepared.
Be daring and selective,
As it is your wish to nourish...
Upon that which feeds your encouragement.
Feast to eat and enjoy.
Nothing tasted to you presented,
Has been created to disappoint, displease...
Or leave you to become agitated or annoyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wedding Feast
Brother dear brother,I came as quickly as I could
The Digital Haze is broken,The Banished Ones r gone 4 good, gone 4 good"
Now there must b a wedding/Now there must b a feast
A feast, a feast/A smorgasbord at least
A brunch, a munch/Of cake if just a piece
Not just a vat of chitlins/Or turkey meat u c
We r what we eat/So we must eat a leaf
We'll dine under a tree/Unless it snows!
song performed by by Prince
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A soldiers Christmas
A soldiers Christmas
~
Dug in during the festive season
Cold, tired and filthy
Searching through photographs
Sharing stories with comrades’
Wishing only to live them again
Missing friends and family
Yet still trying to celebrate
To share a little joy, find hope
Praying to return home
To feast at the family table
See friendly faces smiling
Pull on a Christmas cracker
Rather than the trigger of a gun
Paper crowns falling
To leave this place one last time
And know a job is done
Break a wishbone, make a wish
For a soldiers Christmas
To find some peace
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The first seeding on the feast of All Saints and the last on the feast of Saint Andrew.
Faith is the ticket to the feast, not the feast.
quote by Edwin Louis Cole
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Feast or Famine
Neither feast nor famine
should show its fickle face.
The wine for some
and for most just a trace.
A few bitter drops of bitter liquid
lapped up by their thirst
and why?
Because others must come first?
And who decides this unfair thing?
Must not be the one whose praises we sing.
And who shall stop this unfair thing?
Must not be any that call themselves King.
Neither feast nor famine
should ever be allowed.
And those that feast should hunger
and feed the starving crowd.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Consider It Done
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
Consider it done.
Getting near a fiscal cliff,
And knowing of it.
But...
ignoring all the warnings,
Or it there to exist...
To feed an addiction to greed,
Regardless of the risks.
Well...
Consider it done.
Your feeding.
Done.
And with a greeding.
Done.
Consider it done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Consider it done.
The feast.
Consider it done.
That feast depleted,
With a wish for more to eat...
Is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Christmas Wish
November rain shrouding the light,
Somewhere the sun will set, a crimson red,
Not here, not today,
Feeling festive, feeling silly,
Weeks away yet and not a angel in sight,
I need the sun likes a flower needs water to survive,
I need to watch the distant glow of the teary beacon as it disappears behind the rooftops,
I need to believe, I need to look forward,
Christmas, a time for fun, frolics an
d festive folly,
Is also a time to reflect on those less fortunate and those who have sadly departed,
Reflecting on the events and people that have shaped our destinies,
Gives us the reason to carry on,
Christmas is a time of hope and a time to give to those in need, we can all spare a little piece of our hearts,
The sun will set somewhere on Christmas Day, and I will embrace it in my minds eye!
The crimson hue will light the way for us all
poem by Simon Thorpe
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From the Medea of Euripides
The rites derived from ancient days
With thoughtless reverence we praise,
The rites that taught us to combine
The joys of music and of wine,
And bid the feast, and song and bowl
O'erfill the saturated soul:
But ne'er the flute or lyre applied
To cheer despair or soften pride;
Nor call them to the gloomy cells
Where Wants repines and Vengeance swells;
Where Hate sits musing to betray,
And murder meditates his prey!
To dens of guilt and shades of care,
Ye sons of melody, repair;
Nor deign the festive dome to cloy
With superfluity of joy,
Ah! little needs the minstrel's power
To speed the light convivial hour,
The board with varied plenty crown'd
May spare the luxuries of sound.
poem by Samuel Johnson
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Christmas narrative
As the festive season draws near,
There is excitement in the air,
Spurring a welcome sense of cheer,
Which both adults and children share,
There's hopes a snowfall will occur,
And you see loved ones as planned for,
Surplus from the harvests there were,
Means that there is a feast in store,
As soon as advent has begun,
Days can't pass fast enough for some,
Light candles till the wait is done,
And the awaited shall soon come,
Good will to those that have it tough,
As Christmas spirit grows in us,
To be with loved ones is enough,
There is no need for too much fuss,
Make sure preparations are laid,
And you have stocked full the cupboard,
While mixing pudding to be made,
Voice wishes you hope get answered,
Claim the best fir tree there's to find,
Which shan't go up before it should,
Keep the superstition in mind,
Wait till Christmas Eve if you could,
Dress the house up with evergreen,
Those plants in which spirits remain,
They promise a spring shall be seen,
Cold and darkness won't always reign,
The tree we take care to adorn,
Shades gifts we're eager to open,
As they cannot wait until dawn,
Glee is seen in eyes of children,
Since there is no evil about,
On Christmas Eve people unite,
Signalled by church bells ringing out,
There is praise given at midnight,
Faithful kneel to see out advent,
It's said creatures too do this act,
Till sunup time's restlessly spent,
As promises of joy distract,
Soon after children stir they wake,
And to the Christmas tree they sneak,
While careful of the noise they make,
At their presents they hope to peek,
That in which Kris Kringle partook,
Spurs us to give and receive back,
Warmed by a sincere thankful look,
Which on Christmas morning few lack,
Only brief moments are tranquil,
Till kitchens have goods to reveal,
With rich foods to give us our fill,
All gather for the family meal,
The pudding is the most special,
Because it's used to fortune tell,
Silver hidden in a morsel,
Means in the new year you'll do well,
Each festive day should be joyous,
So keep decorations in place,
Up till the twelfth day of Christmas,
Else there will be bad luck to face,
The season has come to a close,
It's one others cannot surpass,
Saddened when the festive cheer goes,
For till there's more a year must pass.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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The Call
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life :
Such a Way, as gives us breath :
Such a Truth, as ends all strife :
And such a Life, as killeth death.
Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength :
Such a Light, as shows a feast :
Such a Feast, as mends in length :
Such a Strength, as makes his guest.
Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart :
Such a Joy, as none can move :
Such a Love, as none can part :
Such a Heart, as joyes in love.
poem by George Herbert
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Feast Of Lights
You never write, you never call
And now you wander in the hall
You look familiar;
I barely know your face at all
We never get together at all
Until the last day of Hanukkah.
I got you a harmonica
And a bag of chocolate coins.
The only thing we have is fights,
But there's got to be a change tonight.
Please be nice on this feast of lights.
We never get together at all
Until the last day of Hanukkah.
I got you a harmonica,
And a bag of chocolate coins.
The only thing we have is fights,
But there's got to be a change tonight.
Please be nice on this feast of lights.
Please be nice on this feast of lights.
Please be nice on this feast of lights.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Maundy Thursday
In a feast the host must receive the guests
With humility. Else he is the beast
That relegates his guests as mere beggars.
Jesus washed guests' feet on Maundy Thursday.[before the feast]
25.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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