Started on 07 Aug 201338 poems
All hail to a noble Saviour of low birth
who lies in a cradle surrounded by beasts.
The chants of
If not frozen water, I see pure love snows
And echoes the times of the old
The richest of blossom
God became human to know
what a skinned knee’s like.
to receive the thump of
Blessed be the child who is born under the star of Bethlehem.
May he be at one with the
The TV set flickers
It’s seven o’clock and
Rudolf’s coming on
My red PJ’s fit
It was New Years of that year
All I've ever Loved so dear
Was coming between somewhere
Gold, frankincense, myrrh.
Thinking of those travelling to their ancestral lands, the ones who are fleeing their lands, those
May the stars sparkle and guide your way.
May love come to you in the smile of a baby.
Since I left being a Santa,
I have always dreamt of a Santa,
I now have a Santa.
‘Is it me,’ she cries, ‘or the spirit of the tree,
hanging from a frosted branch and smiling back
In a sparklingly cold dawn
A blackbird warns "Here! Here! Here!"
Fallen leaves shatter
And then came the part where he asks the congregation
to join him in a moment
A north wind blows an ash hot gale.
A scarabaean plague descends.
And pregnant clouds that should
Brightly lit windows
Children and adults in
It is Christmas eve and all the little ones are sleeping in bed with thoughts of all the things they
This year Christmas
Will really be for me
My very own Xmas
Which I never thought I would see
stems of viburnum
shoot straight up out of the snow
piled around their feet
later, in the
morning’s midnight cold
to Gatwick’s gate
If I get there early you
won’t escape me
Put down the cheap gift wrap
and don your true antlers.
String bells, whistles, lights and
healing strength comes to you
any time you blow illusions away,
any time your heart calls
Cow, donkey, goat
1 Kicking up piles of foliage,
the wind tries to enter my house.
2 I can see my
I don't have a lot
in a Christmas regard
I don't have Photoshop skills
to craft you a card
A moment of silence to the ones that left us
A moment of silence to the one that
I buried you deep under snow
but gold leaf dripped from your dead mouth
calling me back
The Holly clots
with Christmas blood -
oozing from the wounds
of her own jagged
The Christmas gift
That will please everyone
No online shop,
No queuing in the
The gully breeze prophesies a bushfire.
Phone calls, plans and decisions are made.
The smell of pine, a glass of wine,
A toast to days gone past…
The children sing a Christmas
As the bells ring out for Christmas –
Presents lay beneath the tree,
Children dream of Santa
When the bells ring out for Christmas
And you’re locked up in a cell –
And you’re cold and down
It’s Christmas Eve, I’m here in jail,
At home the kids sleep top to tail…
‘Waiting Santa in the
Little blackbird sing
Through the darkest night on earth;
Joyous, greet the dawn
The old lady waits cold,
Bundled in thick protecting layers
Against fat swirling
You have to know a good recipe,
But also what can be added
And what can be left out;
The oily Holly drops scripted clots.
Drips encrypted globules,
on violated vellum, laid
And the knowledge that it’s a