Delivering the Difference
Shallow platitudes are okay but overused.
But show them only as reliable expression...
That are picked to fit,
A mood and attitude.
Something that is quick and said suitable...
Within the season to match the festivitude.
Seasonally soothed as is one's custom to choose.
This may sit well,
For those who shop for a triteness to drop.
Like an appropriate decoration...
In one's vision to represent.
Like a Halloween costume.
Or Christmas holiday scents.
But there are some folks,
Who only accept and appreciate...
The very best of what's genuine.
And taking the time to demonstrate it,
Says a lot about the person...
Who has qualities unrehearsed.
And that says a lot about them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alms For The Poor. Alms For The Poor
'Alms for the poor.
Alms for the poor.'
Is this a new gimmick their using?
Isn't it a bit early to be dressed,
Like characters from a Charles Dickens' novel?
It's not even Halloween yet.
And those folks are dressed is if prepared,
To sing Christmas Carols.
~Well...
I'm not one to be cynical about these things.
Or quick to express a saccharine sentmentalism...
For those I see appearing in Victorian costumes,
This early in the season.
But I will say this...
Whoever advised them to come to this side of the 'hood',
Dressed like that...
Begging? Or whatever that is they are doing,
Has got to be the best salesman 'ever'.
Or...?
Consider this observation,
Those folks are pushing something discovered better than crack.
And they've come to the 'hood'...
To test this new taste of Christmas in October.
To get folks hooked and as high as possible,
To care less what holiday season is near.~
LOL
~Don't laugh.
I remember when 'arms for the poor' meant a soliciting.
Those folks have buckets in their hands,
Painted with pumpkin faces on them.
With their arms stretched out.
Offering samples of whatever is in them.
And...
Dressed in Victorian costumes.
At this time of the night in the inner city?
That doesn't make you suspicious? ~
Comeon.
What's so unusual about it?
They've come to display their charitable natures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ulterior Motives
Traps of sadness,
Are set for those unconsious.
So determined deceptions are...
To have them suitable for your tracks.
Recognize the disguises of the hunter,
Some might carry smiles...
With a quick slap on your back.
While others provide a shallow mind with compliments!
Ready to compare an unaware presence,
That's been carefully prepared...
To slip on a custom made trap that fits.
While socializing with those exposed,
With ulterior motives for selections they've chosen
And why those folks who appear
Have been hand picked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Ode to Halloween
I am new to writing poems and I hope I can learn from all of you.
By the way, I learned how to write this kind of poem because of
An Ode to Christmas. Thank you very much!
An Ode to Halloween
When you see a child
In a costume scary and wild
You know it is Halloween.
When kids go trick-or-treats
And get lots and lots of sweets
You know it is Halloween.
When the trees give up their yellow leaves
And the dead give back their R.I.P.s
You know it is Halloween.
An Ode to scrumptious snacks
An Ode to skeletons that clack
An Ode to Dracula
An Ode to tarantulas
An Ode to Halloween
An Ode to the year’s best time
An Ode to clocks that chime
An Ode to Halloween
Holiday Song
Men sing have a holly jolly Christmas, but, what is meant by this?
Plus singing oh ho the mistletoe; part of an empty holiday show?
Where at in the holiday song, does the Lord Jesus Christ belong?
Or by purpose was Christ left out, though He is what it’s all about.
We hear song with little praise, about Christ, The Ancient of Days;
Before Him, there wasn’t reason, for today’s said holiday season,
When God came to earth as a man, to reveal His redemptive plan;
Some dismiss why Christ came, and so the season isn’t the same.
Many of the songs that men sing, lift not Christ as Lord and King,
Or speak of the baby in the hay, and why He came to all that day,
They speak not of a need to trust, but, only speak of worldly lust,
Noting not man’s spiritual need, while lifting up a shopping creed.
And this doesn’t start in the song, where this holiday goes wrong,
It all starts with man’s rejection of, the Lord on High and His love,
Turning from His Incalculable Gift, to a season of shop and thrift,
Handling shopping as a whole; while ignoring needs of their soul.
Turning aside from The Lord, Christmas Truth many have ignored,
Turning Christ into Santa Claus, should have us reflect and pause,
As secularizing Divine Truth, could bring on God’s strong reproof;
All has made a Christmas Holiday, for many into one Hollow Way.
(Copyright ©11/2009)
In An Appreciative Mood
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Spending time to offer sound advice,
Or constructive criticsm...
Delivered with a bit of sugar and spice.
Trying to make what is given,
As comfortable and nice as possible.
Some may not accept it for what it is!
Beginning a dance of denial.
Coming with a dripping of tears.
And perhaps accompanied with a verbal attack!
Do not react.
An exposed personality,
Refuses to accept facts!
Do not...
Waste your time,
With anyone
Who is going to do,
What they choose and when.
No matter what has been said to them!
Be on your way.
And let them have theirs.
People are not responsive today.
To be grateful to another...
Who may go out of their way,
To show how much they care!
It's best to leave these folks in a pool of grief...
To offer an understanding,
That ends up going no where!
Do not waste your time.
Unless you have a desire,
To have yours devalued!
Some folks will never be in an appreciative mood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shallow Upfront and Hollow Underneath
The first time I became aware,
A declared friend couldn't say or spell...
My name correctly.
Or had not paid a visit to my home at all...
In none of the years I believed a friendship was endeared.
I realized those were not friends.
Perhaps acquaintances of shared conveniences.
The first time I recognized an ex-wife showed disrespect...
Well...
Why should I continue?
I guess I've said it all,
When I did say 'ex'.
This is the point I make...
That at first made me upset.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To comprehend those feelings exchanged.
And from the beginning who pretends.
And 'who' deserves the reactions they get.
Folks have their own agendas.
And eventually this is exposed.
There is no need to show anger towards another...
If out of ignorance,
That is what they choose and chose.
Or chose to choose to do.
See it for what it is.
There is no need to wallow away in tears!
And those who are surfaced with secrets they keep,
Why be bother with those who are deceiving and weak?
Especially those who show themselves...
They can be shallow upfront and hollow underneath!
If you know you are genuine,
Leave these folks be! Leave them alone.
Don't you be the one left to rage and seethe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Another Holiday
It is a season, a day to remember, annually, each month of December,
Originated by men of the earth, for remembrance of The Savior’s birth.
For that is the solitary reason, the world even has this Holiday season,
A Holiday that many now claim, should be observed without His Name.
We now have the accepted Holiday, as God’s presence is swept away,
A new Holiday, suitable to everyone, while leaving out God’s Only Son,
Replacing Christ with a jolly old man, who fits right into the devil’s plan,
And that fat old man Saint Nick, is making many people spiritually sick.
Political correctness rules the world, with much more yet to be unfurled,
That politically correct push has been, encouraged by that father of sin,
And his goal is the Lord’s demise, as he spiritually darkens men’s eyes,
Seducing men to forsake the reason, righteous men began this season.
Santa uses toys and other things, to sway youth from the King of kings,
Just another puppet of God’s foe, to sow in their hearts the devil’s woe,
As children believe in that fake, The Truth in time, they just may forsake,
Which is, God’s Truth and the reason, that we have this Holiday Season.
That is what this change is about, keeping souls, not yet in Heaven, out,
Displacing Christ from the Holiday, sending men on a much darker way,
To deny God’s Son and His birth, they’ll never see Heaven or New Earth,
But only darkness forevermore, since at Christmas they closed the door.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Too Time Consuming
Drop your expectations,
That I have come here to protect against insults
And other offensive verbal assaults.
Comments that offend,
Are not isolated to those addicted to them.
And anyone blessed...
With determination,
Does not rest.
And knows how obnoxious some folks can get.
But that does not impede...
One obsessed with the success of progress.
Insults seem to feed their ambitions!
And to get folks like this angered until they 'hiss'...
Is a regretful stinging given,
No one quickly forgets to easily dismiss.
So...
Drop your expectations
That I have come here to protect against insults
And other offensive verbal assaults.
I am hoping to maintain my focus.
And not be made to address issues and other notions.
They are too time consuming to brood with an attitude.
And attitude with mood...
I can give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Will You Be On Christmas?
Where will you be on Christmas?
I don't know where you are.
Maybe I should be like the Wise Men
and follow a shiny star.
I would ask that shiny star
to shine its light on you
and place you under my Christmas tree
all shiny and new.
'Cause all of the presents that are here
don't do a thing for me.
The lights are twinkling.
The bells are ringing
and all those carols
that folks are singing
are just holiday sights
and sounds of the season.
But without you I have no reason
to celebrate and it's getting late
for Christmas eve is here.
Where will you be on Christmas?
I don't know where you are.
Wherever it is I need you to know
that without you, it's way too far.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Christmas To Christmas
Seems like only yesterday
We put our Christmas things away
Now here's another Christmas day with you
When you're in love, how time does fly
And this year that's just flown by
Had been one happy holiday for two
Christmas to Christmas
Wrapped in your arms
Love's always in season
And always so warm
Till my days on earth are through
I will spend Christmas to Christmas lovin' you
Yes, the givin' season's here again
Time to love your fellow man
Yuletide smiles are in demand, it's true
The love we share is for all time
We'll feel its glow right through July
To melt the cold when winter flies anew
Christmas to Christmas
Wrapped in your arms
Love's always in season
And always so warm
Till my days on earth are through
I will spend Christmas to Christmas lovin' you
Till my days on earth are through
I will spend Christmas to Christmas lovin' you
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Dis Duh Season
DIS DUH SEASON
Edward Iacona
Christmas season now starts before Halloween
And there is really no treat, just a trick of it.
The stores put out all those Christmas things
Thinking customers would like the first pick of it.
Shall we be thankful for that in November?
‘Cause by then we’re all in the thick of it.
The songs, the lights, the huge shopping crowds
And displays which have every Saint Nick of it.
No wonder by the time Christmas finally comes
Many people are just pretty much sick of it.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Christmas Time Again
While driving to get our Christmas tree
We sang some Christmas carols
Like Jingle Bells and Frosty
And some other sweet noels.
We picked our favorite Christmas tree
And tied it to the roof
Then drove home very slowly
As we played more Christmas music.
When putting up the Christmas tree
It starts to smell like pine
It finally feels like Christmas
Now it's decoration time.
We draped the tree with colored lights
And multi-colored balls
Then put an Angel here and there
And let the tinsel fall.
Dad placed the star atop the tree
And then he plugged it in,
Then the colored lights began to dance
It's Christmas time again.
poem by Christy York
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Another Christmas
We don’t need another Christmas, but, we need the Lord Jesus,
The Savior, Who was long before, this holiday that many adore;
Whether just a day or the season, many forget He is the reason,
Why we observe Christmas at all, now, it’s tainted by man’s fall.
Christmas day will come and go, but Jesus many need to know,
He is the beginning and the end, well before and after my friend;
On this holiday we call Christmas, by many, The Truth is missed,
He’s the Only Gift we must embrace, sent to all, by God’s Grace.
Not only did Christ come before, but only His Gift’s forevermore,
Christmas will be over my friend, unlike my Lord who has no end,
Christ cannot be packed away, for in a believer He’s here to stay,
For The Lord shall never depart, with God’s Spirit within our heart.
Not only for a holiday season, but for each day He is the reason,
For a believer’s life and breath, since for us, He destroyed death,
And given the gift of eternal life, through that babe, who is Christ,
Now, no longer that babe in a stall, but, our Lord reigning over all.
It’s not Christmas but God above, who fills men with joy and love,
Joy that some men just ignore, knowing not what Christmas is for,
Not knowing the God of Eternity, they’ll look for gifts under a tree,
They don’t need another Christmas, but instead need Christ Jesus.
Hollow Holidays (Acrostic)
Hallowed be the time before Halloween was the first day of Christmas
Alleluia to the day when Carols did not play
Prior to Thanksgiving
Perhaps you remember it, to me it seems like only
Yesterday such was the rule.
How did we allow
Our priorities to change
Letting commerce lead the way
In deciding the final say
Delivering up the season
Against our better judgement
Yielding to the pressure of
Salesmen and Advertisements
Maybe we lost our way
Even without knowing
Ready to jump at the chance to
Run after ever more accumulations
Yet never having enough
Can you really say you are
Happier now then when the
Real spirit of Christmas
Inspired more than just
Spending or
Taking, and the true
Meaning of Christmas was
As clear as a
Silent night with one brilliant Star
poem by Mary Havran
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Christmas Cheer
This holiday season brings joy to hearts.
With the carolling of songs...
Delighting an open giveness that starts,
With a Christmas cheer that lures
Twinkling lights and tasteful sweet tarts
Endeared to endure.
This holiday season bestows reasons to live,
To forgive and forget with gifts we give.
Making Christmas what it should be...
Christmas remembered for what it is,
A time on Earth when a special child appeared!
Pine trees trimmed.
Topped with stars and angel wings.
Symbols enhanced to the dancing eyes,
Of children with hopes and dreams...
Of sleigh rides
Of reindeer
On rooftops with bells.
And a red suited Santa Claus,
Dropping toys made by elves.
This holiday season,
As we please each teasing whim,
Let us wish for a peace of mind...
We can deliver
From a source that has been stocked,
And ready to unlock from within!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Benefit of a Thaw
I can be cold.
And can detail my reasons.
I can choose anger to sit...
And have that expressed,
As if I were a ventriloquist!
Without moving my lips...
Giving much attitude,
That could be felt!
Throwing my 'inner' voice about!
Wherever I am.
And with different sounds of pain.
I am gifted to suppress that...
And not show how deep that is.
I can be humorous about it too.
Entertaining the best of crowds.
Trust me,
I am very familiar with 'showbiz'.
However...
Don't patronize what you surmise,
As a shallow understanding...
Of life.
And how I live mine.
I understand too well!
I can be cold.
And can detail my reasons.
I can choose anger to sit...
And have that expressed,
As if I were a ventriloquist!
Without moving my lips...
Giving much attitude,
That could be felt!
Throwing my 'inner' voice about!
You would not know where to go,
To exit from my wrath.
But you will know when I am cold.
You ever hear the expression,
'If looks could kill? '
I will not take that kind of time.
In my mind...
You will just be frozen,
Out of existence.
Without benefit of a thaw!
And I do the best I can,
Not to stoop that low.
However...
There are always a few
Who choose to preview,
The presentation!
And I deliver to them their shivers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas, Is It? ? ?
Those fruits, nuts, and other foods for the holiday
Symbols of hypocrisy, showiness of false affluence
A display of false belief for a new year’s abundance
A charade of false pretenses disguising generosity
Why bother? For all those mess when you can do…
…the true Christian and the true essence of Christmas
Christmas is not what you have to show you got
But to share willingly to those materially challenge
Oh Christmas! it comes and go in many fashions
In many ways, interpretations and realizations
But lo! Its real essence have been neglected
What is it then? Well Christmas is for you
It is for you alone and to find its real meaning
Relative as it maybe but try to look around you
Hear that voice talking to you telling you its essence
Christmas sometimes so quaint and outmoded
But give thanks by praying of what you have now
You’re feeling great- a euphoria from perfect health
Beside you your special person with his/her gift
Everyday that makes you happy and welcomes another
Oh yes family makes your Christmas meaningful
They are the true essence and constituent of it
With the snow and coldness of this holiday season
It’s only a close family ties and LOVE makes christmas warm
(010109)
poem by Edwin Alba Empestan
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The Season of Christmas
THE SEASON OF CHRISTMAS
Bright is the season of Christmas
As the snow settles white on the ground.
Frost sparkles rooftops and windows
Icicles dance all around.
Happy, the season of Christmas
As the sounds of good cheer fill the air.
Choirs sing the glad Christmas carols.
Laughter is heard everywhere.
There’s a fire waiting to warm us
As we dash in from the cold.
Trees wanting for tinsel,
Gifts needing bows.
Loving, the season of Christmas
As the folks find a way to be home
Joining the great celebration;
Jesus, the Christ child, is born
poem by Burne White
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Dark Faery on Halloween
I clothe myself in darkness
I picked blackness for its starkness
And many a spidery metaphor
Being mysterious isn't a chore
When I embody night
The only color is my face
Flaming billows of hair keeping pace
With screams and whispers calling ''scary''
Watch your back, do be wary
I can give a fright
Expression is everything
Making scary spirit sing
With a stare cold as space
Freezing you into your place
Turn out the light
Halloween, the holiday
Of things that scream and things that play
And of course, things that scare
Give you chills beyond compare
Halloween, take flight
poem by Phoenix Rory
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Christmas Is A Season...
christmas is a season of the heart,
a time to cherish family and friends;
a time to laugh and hug, or start,
to amplify the joy your prescense sends.
christmas is a season of the heart,
it knows the love that cannot die;
it knows the reasons that we part,
and gladdens, 'tho we know not why.
christmas is a season of the heart,
it shines it's light to all who see;
gifts are heaped upon it's cart,
and we are thrilled, to let it be.
christmas is season full of joy,
with acts of giving at every turn;
a child's eyes shine with it's new toy,
and lessons of love we slowly learn.
christmas is a season of happy sounds,
carols of praise float on the air;
the season of love that knows no bounds,
the season that shows we truly care.
poem by David Lessard
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