Christmas Ornaments
10/23/10
There is a Christmas ornament that can not be seen
It is a hidden Christmas ornament between you and me.
It is not an ornament that you can hang from a tree
This ornament lives in our hearts
And like a crystal it can be torn apart.
It is as soft and as beautiful as any you’d see on a tree
But the difference is, it’s between you and me.
This ornament is a symbol of our love
And it is not man made, but it is something
That we could take to our graves.
This ornament has more colors than a rainbow
And it’s worth much more than gold.
It is something that we feel
Not something that we hold.
I join my hands together and stretch them
Out towards you, there is nothing laying there
That can be seen by the naked eye
But if you look deep- my heart you will find.
So to all people- let this be the gift that we share
For all the world to see.
The beauties “that are within you and me“.
it is something that you can not mold or bend
For it is heaven sent.
poem by Louis Rams
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Her Ornament
never really meant to volunteer
felt the urge to stretch after a yawn
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and turn into cement
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her shadow seems much cooler
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and plan a splendid entrance
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i just want to be her ornament
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i just want to be her ornament
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An antique ornament
Reflections in an antique ornament
Of lights of green and reds
Of silver tinsel, candy canes
Distorted reflections of children’s heads
Reflections in a kitty cat’s eyes
Of red and green, and mischievous delight
In the feline notion of newfound highs
Of a tree he’ll scale tonight
Reflections of brightly wrapped presents
Piled atop folds of faux-snow cotton
Of pine needles shedding amber essence
Creating memories ne’er to be forgotten
Reflections of a time worn sofa
Reflections of a husband and wife
Reflecting on that antique ornament
And the antique ornament…reflecting life
poem by David Whalen
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Christmas At The Pearly Gates
Three men die on Christmas day
And then arrive at the pearly gates
St Peter starts to turn them away
Since his records say they’re reprobates
But since it was Christmas …well
He might let them in
If they had any symbol
of Christmas with them
The first had an ornament in his pocket
St Peter ushered him in
The second had pine needles on his shirt
St Peter bade him within
The third gentleman with a look of chagrin
Pulled out a pair of panties of green and red
“How do these represent Christmas? ”
Astounded, St Peter said
“Well Pete, I know you are familiar
With beautiful, Christmas carols
And these skimpies might seem to you
Simply as risqué apparel.”
“Well…These are Carol’s, ”
the man said with a grin
Saint Peter rolled his eyes…
And then let him in
poem by David Whalen
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The Earth reminded us of a Christmas tree ornament hanging in the blackness of space. As we got farther and farther away it diminished in size. Finally it shrank to the size of a marble, the most beautiful marble you can imagine.
quote by James Irwin
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Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa!
From the shallow shopping days,
Of Christmas spent.
And gifts selected...
To induce an increased seduction.
With the onslaught of ornament productions.
May they take these memories...
And wish those feelings that excited them,
Remain.
Especially during times...
That find all who cherish these 'things'.
Keep within their hearts to discover...
The thankfulness and joy,
Others to them bring!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Kwanzaa!
And joyous times to those,
Who are grateful and know...
They are among the blessed!
However this tradition is done,
That brings those around the world...
To address their happiness!
And fun shared with everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yuletide
When cool Zephyr blows
In sunny days of December
Soothing my body and soul
I feel Christmas is near
When budding fruits and flowers
Ornament greenery of earth
Promising bright future ahead
I hear Christmas bells ringing somewhere,
Walking down snow covered streets
Luster of luminous lights adorn both sides
Wiping out darkness from my path
I know Christmas secret is unfolding,
Looking at beautiful folks
Occupied in making it special
Preparations, decorations everywhere
I see Christmas spirit spreading around.
When Santa and friends visit my vestibule
Singing carols and sharing sweets
Wishing this bliss, never wither away
I feel Christmas joy filling my heart.
Listening to holy mass
In milky silent holy night
Dear and near ones, close to heart
I pray may yuletide magic lasts a lifetime
poem by Nimmy.K Alilakuzhyil
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What Were They Like?
Did the people of Viet Nam
use lanterns of stone?
Did they hold ceremonies
to reverence the opening of buds?
Were they inclined to quiet laughter?
Did they use bone and ivory,
jade and silver, for ornament?
Had they an epic poem?
Did they distinguish between speech and singing?
Sir, their light hearts turned to stone.
It is not remembered whether in gardens
stone gardens illumined pleasant ways.
Perhaps they gathered once to delight in blossom,
but after their children were killed
there were no more buds.
Sir, laughter is bitter to the burned mouth.
A dream ago, perhaps. Ornament is for joy.
All the bones were charred.
it is not remembered. Remember,
most were peasants; their life
was in rice and bamboo.
When peaceful clouds were reflected in the paddies
and the water buffalo stepped surely along terraces,
maybe fathers told their sons old tales.
When bombs smashed those mirrors
there was time only to scream.
There is an echo yet
of their speech which was like a song.
It was reported their singing resembled
the flight of moths in moonlight.
Who can say? It is silent now.
poem by Denise Levertov
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I see my body as an instrument, rather than an ornament.
quote by Alanis Morissette
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Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.
A Christmas Tree! A Christmas Tree!
A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
With dark green needled memories
Of childhood dreams and mysteries
Wrapped present-like in front of me.
A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
I glimpse a past wherein i see
The child that then grew into me
Not forward fast but haltingly.
A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
A time for being with family
A time that's gone so fleetingly
Yet lives for always deep in me.
A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
When twelfth night comes whole hauntingly
One lingered look and then i see
No Christmas tree where it would be.
A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
With feelings now felt longingly
No corner in my house to see
The magic of that Christmas tree.
poem by David Keig
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A beautiful ornament looks best on a beautiful woman.
Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue.
quote by Joseph Addison
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But the building's identity resided in the ornament.
quote by Louis Sullivan
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Education is an ornament in prosperity and a refuge in adversity.