Into The Winter Solstice
Portals of Mistletoes
Gingerly you tiptoe... cross over the threshold underneath a mistletoe
No one to kiss... you slowly walk straight into a space... an interlude of joy
Of toys of happiness of dreams and fantasies
A paradise garden of innocence a warp time in your youth
When you sat on Santa’s lap with a throbbing heart
Widest twinkling eyes and secret Christmas wishes
A toy gun a real heavy gun toy you whisper to his ear
One passionately crafted by samurais metal sheen you want
Box of chocolates and caramel candies... ah... heaven’s delight
From the land of the strong the brave the plenty and the free
Now friends across the seas once upon a time the two countries
Relentlessly red stained the already crimson soaked Mother Earth
Today more than ever eye to eye flank and shoulder missiles in tow
Eagle poised to blow out the hell from yet another fire spitting dragon
Such is one of many dark shadows lurking beneath a tapestry of fears
Man made nature born cloud this season of joy as the red suited Santa
Prepare for a journey load faith hope and love on the sleigh once more
Resolved to spread peace under a gray sky sans a single real toy gun even
Yet ever blue the World smoothly will glide underneath galactic mistletoes
A rebirth at all times with clumps of emerald leaves pregnant with clusters
Of angel white berries mists of Venus kisses weave fluttering flocks of white doves
Feasts of love and merriment festivals of faith hope and peace... continual
Into the Winter Solstice to interludes of joy to space yonder where the doves
Fly to portals of mistletoes... where sweet goodnight kisses await all creatures on Earth
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(C)NDR12.18.2017
Artwork credit: paperwork designs/Zazzle
Video: BoneyM/YouTube about 5 minutes
Robert L. Martin
7yI like the phrase of yours, "The World will smoothly glide underneath Galactic mistletoes." I interpret it as being everyone in the world is in love with each other, meaning world peace. Am I right?
Nelson D Reyes
7y@Robert L. Martin: You’re right on! Exactly! If there ever was a synonym for peace it is love. Thanks for liking Robert.
Vic Evora
7yA holiday poem, yay! A feast of love and joy. The winter solstice, December 22. Shortest day of the year in the northern hemisphere. The cave man saw the sun and lamented the sun increasingly getting smaller. Then behold, it started getting bigger again and on the third day, December 25 - he jumped for joy and whooped it up! Happy holidays Brod. Let us whoop it up!
Nelson D Reyes
7y@Vic: Glad you’re ecstatic Brod! Celebration! Let’s Rock the Waltz! That cave man was my cousin! And still whooping it up! And we’ll celebrate with him and company all the time. Thank you Brod for liking.