Haiku from the Hill
Christmas Day has passed
Let not its message be lost
Spread the Yuletide joy
First published on Free Verse Revolution for their December theme Hope.
I hope you enjoy; see what I did there. I crack myself up 😁
There’s no better time than now
When the world is so fraught
With hurt, pain and sadness
T’is the season to be jolly
Open your hearts, your souls
To the wonder that Christmas brings
“Peace on earth and good will to all”
Doesn’t that sound so much more than
“Get out of my face you bum and get a job”
“You’re just weighing me down I don’t need you”
Love thy Neighbour
There’s no cliché in Christmas
So don’t look for it
Celebrate the hope and the joy it brings
For it can endure
Be the hand that reaches out
As the light of a single candle reaches through the dark
Be joy; be love, be hope!
Not just Christmas Day but everyday
Let the Yuletide Spirit fill you
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Haiku from the Hill
Rejoice; be happy
Peace; love to all kith and kin
Merry Yuletide Day
Clement Clarke Moore and A Visit from St. Nicholas.
How can you not love this. I’m sure it warms the cockles of every heart and if it doesn’t then… BAH Humbug on you !!!
Until I did my homework I always thought it was called “The Night Before Christmas” some also call it “T’was the Night Before Christmas” from its first line. Whatever you call it it’s brilliant. Everything a Christmas poem should be and more.
Digging deeper though it seems there’s a little scandal behind it. It was first published anonymously in 1823 and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who claimed authorship in 1837. Some commentators now believe the poem was written by Henry Livingston Junior, (Oww Err Mrs). Well whoever wrote it… Bravo!
Merry Christmas Everyone!
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief’, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too —
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Well, we’ve done it again. I present to you a sexy little collaboration to warm up those cold Christmas nights thanks to the wonderful imagination and fine writing talent of Tara Caribou over at Raw Earth Ink.
This is my second piece of work with Tara (check out our first collaboration here or here, your choice) and I can’t help but be appreciative of her open imagination. She’s a braver writer than I, which is a big help, bringing out a different side to my writing. Thanks T.
Enjoy, I know I did (teehee).
I’m just a humble poet with very little need
Making people happy my one true deed
Inspirations come in all shapes and measures
But oh my Christmas Muse she doth give me pleasures
Lay on the bed and wait for me
Crack the window for you will see
This cold night when I come for you
Open my gift, you know what to do
She comes to me in the middle of my dreams
O’er frosted air and yuletide moonbeams
My muse there stands in front of me
In my mind’s eye, she is all I see
You find me standing there a pace
Decked in white ribbons and red lace
You have been so good, baby
Here’s a little present to you from me
She knows my wishes as I wait in my bed
And sleep brings lustful dreams to my head
The image of her is want and desire
Sacred revelation awakens sexual fire
When I release this pretty little bow
Lace reveals silky skin for you to know
Quietly as the gentle music plays
A provocative dance my mood betrays
Her skin like porcelain, delicate to the touch
Flaming red hair bounce’s insomuch
As to reveal her breasts firm and round
As she dances to sweet melodic sounds
Slowly my movements your fire does stoke
Using your hands to touch and stroke
Leaning down I kiss you passionately
Peppermint lips and a bit chocolatey
Her gentle weight lies squarely on me
She gives of herself devoted and freely
Lips caress our tongues serpentine
With tender moans our bodies combine
Feeling my hips tastily grind and move
Our breaths in panting ecstasy prove
I am the best gift you’ll ever open
See, when you are good then you earn a ten
The dream goes on at a frenzied pace
Thrust after thrust, our spirits embrace
And as our climax brings ecstasy
We fall from each other in harmony
Now close your eyes and rest your head
Continue your dreams of me in red
I can’t stay away, what’s a girl to do?
Tomorrow night I will return to you
As morning comes and I awake
The dream is over, the day it breaks
Her touch, her smell remains with me
My Christmas Muse, she’ll always be