The Poetry Of Christmas Caroling @ Thematic Attic
Hello and Seasons Greetings Poetic Pals!
Let us welcome you once again to another
Thematic Attic Poetry Challenge
Today we bring you
The Poetry of
Christmas Caroling!
We would like to take
you and your poetry
Caroling today
We ask you to share your
memories and experiences
with songs of the
Holiday Season as the
Muse for your poetry
Take down that memory lane
or imagine yourself there now
Singing to your hearts content.
What would it be like?
What songs would you sing?
Explore the
Joys of Caroling
With us!
There’s always room for one more song!
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Hello everyone welcome to Thematic Attic Thursday .. Hope all have fun we are into Christmas Caroling .. So lookin forward to what bring .. Hugs :love: :love:
White Christmas
I`m Dreaming of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know’
When we had big snows and sleigh rides made us glow
Watching White Christmas every Christmas season as I growed
Many memories with this show
Not to mention White Christmas song itself we sung as family we felt whole
Made us smile having fun added special times at Christmas as it unfolds
As this song many Christmas songs looking back now feeling all within never old :love: :love: :love:
Busy time right now……but you all are music to my ears……giggles :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
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JOLY OLE SAINT NICHOLAS
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Those not celebrated much in the U.S. Of A
It be a holiday all the same
For sum do
St. Nicholas Day is a big thing
Traditional celebrations
Included gifts left in children shoes
American Christmas stockings
For sum
Good children receive treats
Like candies cookies apples and nuts
while naughty children receive lumps of coal
And just look on
So do put a shoe outside your
bedroom doors on the eve of Saint Nicholas Day
To find candy coins and maybe a small gift in them
Netherlands children put their shoes
In front of their chimneys
hopin to finding chocolate or a small toy in their shoe
So be good for goodness sake
For
St Nicholas
In very much on his way
Written in part By: Bettie Davis —————— © November 26 , 2o12
httpv://youtu.be/KCoSBOcYf-I
Here’s a new version of an old Christmas carol classic I recently did for another CPC challenge.
TO HARK OR NOT TO HARK?
A rewrite of lyrics to “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!”
Hark! Old Harold Angell sings!
notes off key make all ears sting!
How in shower finely tiled
can good music be so defiled?
Angry all ye neighbors rise
as music scale Harold defies.
With angelic host proclaim:
“He makes fire alarm sound tame!”
Hark! Old Harold Angell sings!
Ears of even deaf folks sting!
Copyright November 26th 2012 RGD
Just to redeem myself slightly for this sacrilege, here’s the original as sung by the choir in St. Paul’s Cathedral in London England in 2007:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDPwNPAV6tA
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httpv://youtu.be/Up1t5siifEw
Here’s my promised lyric rewrite, a blasphemously boorish version of one of the most cherished Christmas Carols of all time.
Again, hoping for a modicum of redemption by posting the sacred original plus a reverent vocal by Der Bingle:
SILENT NIGHT
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born
Silent night, holy night
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPamW-WUf50
SEASONS JOY
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Tis the season
To be jolly
And to share
Love and happiness
For on this day
Love was so given
A baby born to this land
To bring peace to all man kind and beast a like
Cold it was
Yet warmed
The hearts of many
All thats born on this day
Should be blessed but are they
Dunno
Just know one waz
And he made a big splash
To all that came to know him
He waz special
Even thou born in a manger
Waz he rich
Not a bit
But waz a blessing
For us all
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © December 12 , 2o12
httpv://youtu.be/K5bo4VDEH-U
Lost December
Marital separation accompanied that fall.
There’s desperate silence in unanswered calls.
Sitting ensconced in my shop in the mall,
cruelly, the successful vendor in a neighboring stall
knowingly replayed Faron Young’s “Hello Walls”.
Paterfamilias to nothing, imbibing the drear,
to a mother with Alzheimer’s it all was unclear.
She repeating over and again questions I couldn’t bear to hear,
I knew that by magic my family would not reappear.
Sister was put out and disgusted this year.
For me, in fairness, no one shed a tear.
Upon dirty bedding in a drab rented room,
forlorn Christmas survival in hard-earned solitary gloom.
My estranged wife and kids and enate relations would share
Christmas love and luminosity on a visit to Times Square.
I was not blameless in this family affair.
In the end, against the odds, one engineers survival.
Through newspaper want-ads new love and revival.
And efforts expended to repair the past,
rebuilding relations with innocent children
from a good marriage that didn’t last.
(c) Tony Hansen
12-9-12
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SINGING ABOVE IT ALL
Singing a song of Christmas,
I recall with a smile
the holidays not so long ago
when carols filled the night
as joining with our neighbors
from house to house
snowflakes lifting up our voices
above the hustle and bustle
of the freeways and the malls.
And as Christmas
again fills our hearts
with joyful songs and cheer,
we remember once more
the true meaning of it all,
peace among us
and good will to share
as we join with the shepherds
and the angels who sing,
lifting up our voices
and rejoicing with them,
our carols and bells
ringing through the air
amid these joyous moment
shared with family and friends
and all who gather there
around the table
and around the tree
sharing the holidays
with you and with me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-13-12