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Christmas Haiku #10

Posted: 10 December 2014

Winter clouds go past,
Sweeping over Christmas roofs,
Reserve sleigh parking.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 10 December 2014

Slip through the letter box with messages:
Some bland, some more intense, some aching with
Bereavements, wives abandoned, loss of jobs....

The annual contact on a patient card.
‘See you next year’ some say and quite forget
Before the ink is dry. A plaster patch

That leaves no sticky mark on minor wounds
However much the cover faces please
With coloured art or kitsch or nearly art.

One threatens every time in wiry script
‘This is the last card I shall send. I am
Too old now’. Still it slides into my hand.

And there is one that comes anonymous,
Unsigned, the postmark adds its mystery,
A smudge, a ghost behind this paper mask?

Perhaps there’ll be a few to tuck away
After the show, in an old envelope,
Fingered at times because the sender once

Carved hope into a fraction of your years;
Or others will imply ‘I am still here’ -
A comma on your page a life ago.

Christmas Cards
Lotte Kramer

Christmas Haiku #9

Posted: 9 December 2014

Look around the tree,
With the gifts lie fear and doubt,
Baubles of despair.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 9 December 2014

We are the poor children, come out to see the sights
On this day of all days, on this night of nights,
The stars in merry parties are dancing in the sky,...
A fine star, a new star, is shining on high!

We are the poor children, our lips are frosty blue,
We cannot sing our carol as well as rich folk do,
Our bellies are so empty we have no singing voice,
But this night of all nights good children must rejoice.

We do rejoice, we do rejoice, as hard as we can try,
A fine star, a new star is shining in the sky!
And while we sing our carol, we think of the delight
The happy kings and shepherds make in Bethlehem to-night.

Are we naked, mother, and are we starving poor--
Oh, see what gifts the kings have brought outside the stable door,
Are we cold, mother, the ass will give his hay
To make the manger warm and keep the cruel winds away.

We are the poor children, but not so poor who sing
Our carol with our voiceless hearts to greet the new-born king,
On this night of all nights, when in the frosty sky
A new star, a kind star, is shining on high!

The Carol of the Poor Children
Richard Middleton

Christmas Haiku #8

Posted: 8 December 2014

Christmas windows blaze
Pyramids of secret hope,
Each one tells a tale.

Bill Adair

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