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Posted: 11/29/2007 6:31:45 AM | Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!" | |
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Posted: 11/29/2007 9:25:53 AM | Very nice to see you back again Devine...and to leave with us one of your favourite Christmas carols, may this holiday season be truly blessed for you and your family.
I would have to say my second favourite would be:
Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Joyful and triumphant,
Oh come ye, Oh come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Oh Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word.
Give to our Father glory in the Highest;
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
All Hail Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning,
Oh Jesus for evermore be Thy name adored.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord. | |
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Posted: 11/29/2007 11:04:32 AM | Just playin...have some visions going on in my mind this afternoon.
Await His Return - Part 1
A golden haired maiden looks out her window
a vision she takes in of a cold snowy day
as her eyes look downward
she finds her children joyously at play
boys throwing snowballs
giggling girls building a snowman
a smile warms her face
as she rubs together her hands
chilly is her room
empty with her man gone off to fight
thinking of him out there in this weather
gives to her great fright
a battle call had been sounded
despair brought with Christmas only three days away
desperately she prayed
that again to their home he would make his way
their children cried
when they learned he must go
yet as he dawned his battle gear
eyes of their young boys illuminated a glow
for to see their father
as a man who would stand up to fight
caused in them great pride
brought to them delight
his words to them were swift
they must protect the women while he was gone
promising through fierce hugs
that from them he wouldn't be gone long
back in time for Christmas
was a promise he made that day
told them to enjoy each other
go out into the snow to play
a tender kiss he gave to his wife
whispering I love you in her ear
I shall return to you my darling
of that he told her to have no fear
with sword swinging from his lithe hips
footsteps upon a snow laden ground made their way
now this young mother
awaited his return daily and did constantly pray
embracing herself tightly
she continued to watch her children play so free
yet her head would turn off to the east
hoping for his sight to see
nothing could be found
through snow that swiftly fell that afternoon
all she could silently hope for
would be that he would return soon...... | |
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Posted: 11/30/2007 2:44:32 PM | A cold winter night
A rap on the door
Messenger saying
"Have news from the shore
A great fleet approaches
War ships from the sea
The council is meeting
Please come with me"
Grabbing his cloak
He knows he must go
He kisses his wife
He'll share what knows
Long hours pass
She waits by the fire
Will it be war
Or the peace she desires
He walks in the door
She knows right away
He will go out to fight
No words did he say
One look told her
As she looked in his eyes
She knows it is war
He walks to her and sighs
He looks at his maiden
His children asleep
To leave them again
Makes his heart weep
Yet his is a warrior
Must protect the lands
He'll fight for his family
From enemy hands
All night he prepares
He checks over his gear
Making his plans
For the enemy out there
Daylight approaches
Soon he must leave
Thought interrupted
By a tug on his sleeve
His youngest is smiling
As he looks down so proud
His voice close to breaking
He speaks somewhat loud
"Be brave my young son
For the enemy is close
Guard your dear sisters
When I return we can boast
Listen to your Mother
Keep your blade near
You are the man now
Until I return here"
To his wife he walks
He hugs her real tight
Not wanting to leave
Not wanting to fight
No words are spoken
As their eyes do meet
Her hand on his chest
Feeling his heart beat
Yet he must now go
His men he must lead
He walks out the door
To his big waiting steed
His men have all gathered
To battle they go
He looks at them all
Can't let his fear show
Not fear of a battle
Or wounds or bloodshed
But fear of leaving them
This he does dread
His daughters and wife
Run for a last kiss
Holding his children
And the wife he will miss
He then mounts his steed
He shouts to his men
The battle awaits
We'll bring peace here again
The ride off as one
Through the village they go
Families are waving
Line the streets in a row
The reach the last hill
Before home's out of view
The warrior is pausing
One last thing to do
He dismounts his steed
He plants two large banners
The ones his love weaved
A show that she matters
With a wave of his hand
A tear on his cheek
He remounts his steed
To find those that he seeks | |
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Posted: 11/30/2007 3:26:35 PM | I dedicate this one to you my love:
Back In Time
As she watched him ride off
a pain she felt deep within her heart
off to battle she knew he must go
yet like a knife it sliced her apart
upon a loveseat she sat
closing her eyes so tight
thinking back to when they first met
how he had brought to her pure delight
a young knight was he
one who many wanted at their side
in battles he was known
as one to victory he would guide
one day it had come to her attention
that this young knight had her in his eye
adamant he was in courting
romantic gestures truly made her heart sigh
walks in a wildflower garden
where he would place flowers in her hair
poetry he had written in her honour
this under soft moonlight he did share
captivated was she greatly
falling for him there was no doubt
everywhere she would turn
he seemed to be about
one day on bended knee
along a water's edge so blue
he asked her to be his wife
pledged to her his love so true
a life they planned together
through many years raise a family
to others who gazed at this couple
pure love was plain to see
yet now brought back to reality
this young maiden came with a start
her reverie now over
realization that a war had made them part
she looked off to the horizon
remembered him placing those banners high
watched a strong breeze catch onto them
proud as they reached towards a clear sky
standing up so slowly
feeling proud of her man and standing tall
victory she was sure of
of his band he would not let them fall
with a rustling of her dress
over to a window she went to stand
a kiss she blew to snowy winds
words "I love you" expressed, as she sent them off upon her hands............ | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 10:01:19 AM | The Wait...
Hours crept by slowly
news of a battle in full force came that night
lying awake in a dark room
a maiden's heart was filled with great fright
strong was her husband
in battle he possessed great skill
yet this was a major fight
these men were out to kill
tomorrow brought Christmas Eve
kneeling by her bed she prayed for his return
that to her eyes he would appear
as tears rapidly fell they did burn
to imagine life without him
brought her to depths of despair
forever is what she desperately wanted
growing old together is what they should share
closing her eyes tightly
she imagined her gallant knight upon his steed
charging forth into battle
setting his people free was his dire need
a smile came across her lips
faith she found that night
victorious would he be
this thought she held onto tight
soon his voice would come
bellowing down that great hall
children's name would ring out
almost she could hear him call
gathering herself back in bed
arms embracing her against a cold chill
soon he would be home
for he was a man that possessed great will...... | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 7:28:15 PM | The battle is over
The enemy flee
Off to their homelands
Across the great sea
The wounded are tended
Litters for the dead
Looks at his soldiers
Wipes the sweat from his head
He gives the command
In a cold blowing snow
March of in victory
Home's where they go
Dreading the task
Of tales of many a young son
Who fought with great courage
A victory they won
They paid with their lives
Peace paid in blood
They fought on the plains
Mixed flesh with the mud
They soon see the village
Far into the night
Candles in windows
A heart warming sight
Yet there are now widows
Some orphans too
In person he'll tell them
It's the right thing to do
Doors open wide
Cheers loudly sound
The men have returned
Families soon gathered around
He heads to the back
Where the dead lay
Drops to a knee
A prayer he does say
A voice breaks the stillness
He wipes away tears
He spies his fair maiden
Night clothes she wears
He hugs her so tightly
Kisses her lips
From pure joy
Down a tear drips
Together they walk
To the front of the crowd
He's love by so many
Their warrior, so proud
He silences the crowd
Walks up to the king
Takes off his sword
Kisses his ring
The crowd rustles
Could this be true
The War Chief retiring
He's one of so few
To King and his men
Who he loves without doubt
He's finished with battles
Time for my family
This he does shout
Do you see this fair maiden
My vows are for her
And my children so precious
They make my heart stir
I here by vow
My time and my life
Belong to my children
And the love of my wife
So taking their leave
To many loud cheers
He takes her soft hand
They walk up the stairs
Entering the house
They look in the beds
The children still sleeping
Plants a kiss on each head
She leads him away
He looks at her face
Into eyes of sky blue
Makes his heart race
He's won many battles
His life has been blessed
Yet this he'll remember
Coming home on Christmas
This is the moment
He now owns his life
He heads to the bed
Carrying his dear wife
I know what that love feels like.
Now I await your return home my love. | |
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Posted: 12/1/2007 7:42:21 PM |   
Awwwwwww..Hunter your writing is gettin' real good!
Just like a Hunter...awaiting....just should!
Wabbit...where are you??? you widdle****ns???
Off makin' fudge...brownies....or niblets????
  
Queen Wabbit is getting all ready to go!
For her trip....it is coming....
her love...she will show!
Hunter is waiting...like a man on the prowel!
For that sweet wabbit...meat....he loves...Oh so well!
A Birthday...he shall remember.....
unlike....all the west!
For the Wabbit and Hunter....
shall make it ......truely blessed!
The Christmas....decoration.....
the star on the tree!
The love of two....lovers.....
just being.......so Fweeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 12/2/2007 1:24:07 PM | As always I am most impressed with your writing my darling Hunter man, a dream of mine is fulfilled to find a man that writes with me...where we can share the same idea and tell a story together. Never did I think I would see this dream, blessed am I to have it with you.
I here by vow
My time and my life
Belong to my children
And the love of my wife
I know these words are your truth
you speak them from your heart
a man who is dedicated to his family
lost is he when from them he is apart
this sense of family
is one I so love about you
I see it each day
how to your family you are true.
I know what that love feels like.
Now I await your return home my love.
A tear comes to my eyes
as I read these words from you
they speak of your love so openly
put for so many to view
to know a man
loves you this deep
causes a heart
to joyously weep
my only wish my darling
is to come home to you and stay
never shall I have to
ever go away
to make a life with you
where we never have to part
for without you by my side
I carry an aching heart
as in your story
we must battle it's true
yet victory shall be ours
for we know we fight for a love that's true.
A superb write yet again....always my love I give to you ...Wabbittt
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Posted: 12/2/2007 1:30:04 PM | Queen Squirrel
so nice to see your face
your words that you bring
to this very special place
from our beginning
you have been here it's true
marked in your hearts forever
is your name so true
you deserve greatness
my dear squirrel friend
a life of joy
with no end
for you are a soul
that glows like a star filled night
blessed am I truly
to have you brought to my sight.
I do prepare to travel soon
gaze together with Hunter under an Alabama moon
our waits are agonizing it's true
yet it is what we must do
smile do I as I think of seeing him again
embrace this man who is my best friend
so much fun we will have during those days
warmth enveloping us from sunshine rays
something to keep us going until our fight is through
Squirrel you of all people know...I love him true. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:12:47 AM | 10 days to go...Wabbit flys.....22 days till Christmas...
Closer the days come
where again we will unite
elated I shall be
when you are in my sight
this wait has seemed endless
a need simply to be held is there
time is all we are asking for
where gone will be our cares
I look up into blue skies
know soon they will take me to you
a chance then is given
to make memories new
ones to keep us holding on
for a future we wish to see
one where love shall continue to blossom
a lifetime together we then will see. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:21:50 AM | A Red Neck Night Before Christmas
Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shack
Not a creature was stirrin’, cept the lice on muh back.
The skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care,
With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were sleepin’, all snug in their beds,
While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads.
And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake.
Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake.
When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard,
I opened the winder to check muh T-bird.
I ran to the door, like I’s on a mission,
But I tripped on some parts from muh granny’s transmission.
The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin’.
Muh daughter weren’t home yet, she wuz still out parkin’.
When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see
But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin’ sheep.
With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin’ and sick
I said “Shoot Fire!” That must be St. Nick!
More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came
And he belched and he hollered, and he called ‘em by name.
Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS!
On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS!
From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins
Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins!
I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack.
Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack.
He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog,
I swear that ole’ Santa looked just like Boss Hog.
He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front,
And his jeans were all bloody from that morning’s hunt.
A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm,
And he wore black boots that he’d picked up in ‘Nam.
His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey.
From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky.
A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops.
The veins on his face looked ready to pop.
The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip
He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips.
He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly.
I ain’t seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly.
He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three
And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me.
A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head,
From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed.
He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic,
Then filled the kid’s stockings with Hooked on Phonics.
His toys came from Big Lots and they weren’t very nice
But he had lots of them and yuh can’t beat the price.
He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing Jingle Bells.
Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies,
And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size.
When the presents were gone and he had no more,
He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door.
He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order
“Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!”
And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU REDNECKS! MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!”
YEE HAWWWW! | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:27:19 AM |
What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.
Agnes M. Pharo | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 6:30:45 AM | Candlelit Heart
by Mary E. Linton
Somewhere across the winter world tonight
You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;
Christmas extends its all-enfolding light
Across the distance...something we can share.
You will be singing, just the same as I,
These familiar songs we know so well,
And you will see these same stars in your sky
And wish upon that brightest one that fell.
I shall remember you and trim my tree,
One shining star upon the topmost bough;
I will hang wreaths of faith that all may see --
Tonight I glimpse beyond the hear and now.
And all the time that we must be apart
I keep a candle in my heart | |
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Posted: 12/3/2007 11:49:51 AM | Embrace Me
With a fire to warm us
add a touch of romantic flare
candles burning all around
this night together we will share
one we have been waiting for
where we will simply be
gazing into each other's eyes
deep love expressed for the other to see
whisper softly in my ear
tell me how much you love me so
hold me with arms so strong
let our bodies in unison flow
music softly playing
my wish finally has come true
this long awaited night has come
for here I am embraced by you. | |
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Posted: 12/4/2007 10:29:27 AM | | A three-year-old gave this reaction to her Christmas dinner. "I don't like the turkey, but I like the bread he ate." | |
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Posted: 12/4/2007 11:01:14 AM | PUTTING UP THE CHRISTMAS TREE
My 10-year old holds the strings of lights
as we go round and round the tree,
Christmas carols playing in the background
I tell the story of the Christmas tree I purchased
three weeks before my eldest was due,
and viewing the decorated tree I proclaimed:
"The baby can come any time now!"
and I went into labour at dawn
I share the significance of certain ornaments,
like the fabric ball over-studded with silver pins
presented with pride by my eldest at age seven
the Christmas photo ball
with my youngest as a baby at the beach,
playing with beach sand he would eat,
the sand reappearing later in his diaper
the dated ornaments commemorating
twenty-two years of motherhood
and Christmases shared with three sons I have adored
since the moment they emerged from my body
"I like decorating the tree with you",
my baby announces
as we stand to admire the tree.
I take in his angelic face.
"I should gift-wrap you and put you under the tree",
I tease, ruffling his hair,
and he grins | |
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Posted: 12/4/2007 12:38:50 PM | Nice to see you stop in my dear friend "Garden Squirrel", been awhile but am so pleased that you shared your poem with us that speaks of family traditions...trimming the tree is such a wonderful thing to do with our children, as we go down memory lane when we look at each precious ornament from years past. Thank you.
This weekend
we will put up our tree
ornaments from past
we shall see
ones made at school
or given as a gift
christmas carols playing
shall provide a great lift
I am thinking though
that my two cats in this tree will play
those twinkling lights shall blink
hard to keep those rascals away
I remember one year
a cat was perched in my tree
snuggled up dozing
truly it was a sight to see
so time to put up the tree
all of us gathered around
smiles will be of plenty
laughter providing a joyous sound.... | |
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Posted: 12/5/2007 7:19:06 AM | Good morning everyone:
9 more days to go
away I will be
from this cold winter snow
flying up high
to my loving man
where each day
of him I become a bigger fan
"Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | |
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Posted: 12/5/2007 11:15:06 AM | Be Bold...
So many searching
looking for love to be found
yet "I wont do this or that"
I'm keeping my feet on safe ground
it will just happen
many seem to think
love will just arrive
simply in a blink
finding this treasure
takes much work with time
things just dont happen
you have to walk over that line
reach for fate
when a chance arises be bold
if love begins to stir within your heart
let it take hold
do what you must
to truly keep it there
then almost magically
two lives become one to share........ | |
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Posted: 12/6/2007 6:42:30 PM | The Last Night
Tonight’s the last night I’ll send emails with love
To the man I adore, sent from heaven above
No more long distance phones late into the night
Tomorrow he’ll be for good, I can hold him so tight
Tomorrow’s the last trip, the last plane to await
The distance will be closed, sealed is our fate
The time so awaited at last will be here
To make this our home, something we cheer
Our families to merge, two hearts so intwined
To begin the rest of our story, together for all time | |
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Posted: 12/6/2007 8:46:33 PM | Congratulations to all you couples, the Beasts, the Fudds and the Garden squirrels....for "going the distance"..... | |
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Posted: 12/6/2007 9:45:18 PM | Dug this one up from the other year, wrote it for a card to a friend who's favorite aunt had died:
Life is but a moment,
a touch, a kiss, a hug,
we share it in passing,
the touch of two souls.
There can be no measure,
nor a definition,
no one tells us that but
in our heart, it knows.
Let each moment touch you,
knowing that it will pass,
but remembering it,
now part of your whole.
Like the flower that blooms,
in passing sheds its seed,
multiplied in force returns,
in each one, life grows.
And for each thats felt it,
that seed is within us,
nourish it, and share it,
now part of your soul. | |
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Posted: 12/7/2007 5:50:26 AM | Congratulations are in order
no more parting shall they see
their love for each other
can be expressed now so free
so glad to hear you made it
went that distance for love
guiding you both
were sweet angels from heavens above
best of luck
Hunter and I wish to you
enjoy what you have been given
a love that is blessedly true
you give others hope
show us that distance can be done
may you be granted
many years of joyous fun
God bless you both...Bucs and Sasq. | |
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