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Christmas Card: Poems for Christmas
Seven poems of Christmas inspired by quotes clipped from songs of favorite artistes
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"Christmas Card" is sort of a Christmas fantasy thing for me. I'm collaborating with my favorite artistes; Legends in their own rights to create "Unforgettable" Christmas poetry.

*Quill* Eneh
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7.  Card #7: The End of the GameID #742419 
Posted: 12-23-2011 @ 9:58 am EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 12:39 pm EST 

         


Card #7: The End of the Game


Someday at Christmas men won't be boys
Playing with bombs like kids play with toys
                   The Temptations,
                   Someday At Christmas


                   Like a child placed before a natural phenomena
                   Which impress him like a fairy tale
                   Weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

                   And if we don’t end war,
                   War will end us.

                   I don’t know with what weapons World War III will be fought,
                   But World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

                   All war is deception.
                   And when war’s looked upon as vulgar,
                   It will cease to be popular.

                   For you can no more win a war than
                   You can win an earthquake.

                   Someday,
                   One warm Christmas day,
                   They’ll throw a war,
                   And nobody will come.


         This poem was written entirely out of quotes by famous people. From Einstein to Jeanette Rankin to Oscar Wilde to Marie Curie. I hope it sounds like poetry than some kind of stern catechism.

                   *XmasTree* Eneh *XmasTree*





 
6.  Card #6: Wild CardID #742417 
Posted: 12-23-2011 @ 9:51 am EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 12:45 pm EST 

         


Card #6: Wild Card

Happy Birthday, Mma! - December 24th


Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knees,
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies.
                   Joe,
                   Grown Up Christmas List


                   Childhood is like music heard in a dream;
                   Curtailed air played upon a single-reed woodwind.
                   But the Daylight chucks
                   The night perfumes of childhood
                   Like lawn furniture after a windstorm.

                   Here I stand, looking out on Memory.
                   He trundles in, old Reality in his wake and in full bloom.
                   Like nosy senile neighbors I wish would die soon
                   ‘Cause nothing’s as tragicomic as a Christmas morning
                   You wake up to, to find you ain't the kid you used to be.

                   No more Christmas eve performance before a congregation;
                   Too big for the knees of Santa Claus.
                   Ha! Ha! What Santa Claus?
                   Your mental repertoire’s been rearranged by adult education.

                   This Christmas, if I could have one wish;
                   One moment to lust wistfully,
                   I’d ask one minute in the sneakers of the child I used to be.


                   *XmasTree* Eneh *XmasTree*


 
5.  Card #5: SignatureID #742394 
Posted: 12-22-2011 @ 11:09 pm EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 11:35 am EST 

         


Card #5: Signature


Snowflakes in the air, there's
Carols everywhere
                   Anita Baker,
                   Christmas Time is Here


                   Dust settles on dry leaves.
                   Brown powder on every structure,
                   Dust, not snowflakes is the season’s signature.

                   It’s Nigeria, of course.

                   I’d like to paint you a picture.
                   Have you ever seen blood fleeing the face of a terrified man?
                   The whiteness left behind’s the door to December.

                   This is Nigeria, you’d recall.

                   As snowflakes tug frost,
                   The Harmattan hauls dust.
                   Both are reminders, something bigger than any of us is here,
                   And of the dreams we all share.

                   It’s one world, after all.


                   *XmasTree* Eneh *XmasTree*




 
4.  Card #4: DiscardedID #742393 
Posted: 12-22-2011 @ 11:03 pm EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 11:03 am EST 


Card #4: Discarded


‘Tis the season to be jolly
But how can I be when I have nobody?
A silent night, I know it’s gonna be
Joy to the world but it’s gone be sad for me
                   Patti La Belle,
                   What Do The Lonely Do At Christmas?



                   ‘This is December!’
                   Said the kid with the stainless steel bowl.

                   ‘This is December!’
                   He repeated, as if to confirm the elementary deduction.
                   ‘And I can’t quite recall the last time I was with family.’

                   The cold twilit December draft dug its claws into his flesh
                   That tainted Christmas Eve.

                   ‘I wish I had a family.
                   ‘God, I wish I had a cat, a dog . . .
                   ‘Some pet to keep me company,’
                   The beggar boy moaned.

                   But all he had was his stainless steel bowl
                   And the enthusiastic voices chanting carols
                   As he filled his spot on the stoop
                   Of the Church of St. Luke.


                   *XMasTree* Eneh *XMasTree*




 
3.  Card #3: Fair SalvageID #742392 
Posted: 12-22-2011 @ 10:52 pm EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 10:48 am EST 

         


Card #3: Fair Salvage


I take a walk downtown
To where you used to meet me
There's joy everywhere
But all that’s waiting there is
Just a little Christmas tree
                   Michael Jackson,
                   Little Christmas Tree


                   If there’s anybody out there needs a lil’ lovin’
                   There’s somebody willing to give up a lil’ sum’thin’.
                   We two are far out and apart
                   And I know one of us got a fragile heart.

                   Love’s got its own infrared scope
                   And that needin’ of yours is heat in its radar.

                   Christmas is a bridge.
                   Like my Chrome browser, it’s waiting for cache.
                   The distance between us is one heartbeat.
                   Close your eyes to the world breach this chasm.

                   Feel the warmth of a million sun shines
                   As we explode on impact.
                   When I look into your eyes
                   I know I’ll get my groove back.


                   *XmasTree* Eneh *XmasTree*




 
2.  Card #2: Lil' Sip Of MagicID #742391 
Posted: 12-22-2011 @ 10:45 pm EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 10:31 am EST 

         


Card #2: Lil’ Sip Of Magic


He's looking for Mom but she's not there
Kids are looking for reindeer in the air
                   Boyz II Men,
                   Why Christmas


                   I dare to let my dreams reach out to you,
                   Full of hope, shuttled by love.
                   I dare to count the sparkle in the eyes of the morning dew,
                   ‘Cause I feel your wake in the coming of the dawn.

                   Everybody is born with a piece of heaven,
                   A journey stretching a million miles
                   Hidden within first, a crawl then, a step
                   And, inevitably, every wing glides.

                   Sometimes, we rise to the occasion,
                   At other times, we rise above our situations.
                   But whichever way it works for you,
                   If you’ll let it work for you;

                   If you see Christmas as a state of mind,
                   And not a date, you’ll get all the Christmas you need,
                   A smile and a sip of magic to boost your flight.
                   More than your baskets can carry.


                   *XmasTree* Eneh *XmasTree*




 
1.  Card #1: VarietyID #742377 
Posted: 12-22-2011 @ 7:25 pm EST 
Edited: 12-23-2011 @ 10:17 am EST 

         


Card #1: Variety


Although it's been said many times
Many ways, Merry Christmas to you
         Nat King Cole,
         The Christmas Song


                   If there was another way of saying Merry Christmas,
                   What would it be?
                   What feel would the phrase kick up?

                   A million and one times
                   I have pushed for something appropriate;
                   A word, a phrase.
                   Trying for variety, if you please.

                   If that strikes you as nuts, I won’t argue.
                   But I only want to shoot my message with creative force,
                   Mail it in over the transom.

                   I’m heavy with inspiration
                   Which don’t seem well acquainted with dialect.
                   Words make me inept.
                   I’m like storm cloud that’s forgotten how to turn its tummy.

                   Isn’t there someone who feels likewise?
                   Someone who knows the words or gestures that’s just right?
                   And while I’ll Google and Google, and for variety Google one more time,
                   Here’s a blast from the past that’s a golden gas:

                   Merry Christmas.


                   *XMasTree* Eneh *XMasTree*

 

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