Archive for the 'Christmas' Category

20
Dec
12

Two poems about Christmas

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Two poems about Christmas

i
this is a poem about the last page
a poem about feeling panicked
a poem about lists
this is a poem about shopping and tired feet
about choosing the right card
then signing your name 47 times
a poem about wrapping paper, tape and ribbon
this is a poem about putting up lights and garland
bells and wreaths, while playing old records
a poem about finding mom’s recipe
and buying butter – for baking!
this is a poem about feasting
this is a poem about getting around
to reading the familiar story and wondering
how did something
that started out so simple
get to be so complicated?
this is a poem about Christmas

ii
this is a poem about hearing the songs
of baby Jesus, at the mall
and having the urge to go
and sing them to all your neighbors
this is a poem about the magic
of blinking lights, toy trains
and sipping a cup of warm cocoa
while you visit the Holy Family
come to your cul-de-sac
this is a poem of when home
is the only place to be
even if the tree is small, the gifts few
and your house is crowded as a Bethlehem street
this is a poem about candlelight and sweet carols
in a place where simple gowns and sequin crowns
transform even urchins and scamps
into shepherds, angels and wise men
this too is a poem about Christmas

© 2009 by Violet Nesdoly

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I wrote the first stanza of this poem quite a few years ago as a verse to put inside a Christmas card to my neighbour. But I never sent it, thinking it sounded too whiny.

It was published about a year later (first stanza only, called ‘this is a poem’) in an anthology called Celebrating the Season 2001 – (Essence Publishing, 2001).

When I submitted it to another Christmas collection a few years later, the editor said it was too negative and suggested I write a second stanza, highlighting a more positive aspect of Christmas. That wasn’t hard to do – and so we had what I called ‘this is a poem 2.’ I believe the poem (both stanzas) eventually made it into that collection, though I never got a copy so am not sure. (Then last year it was published in a little devotional magazine called Rejoice under its present title “Two Poems about Christmas.”)

poetry+friday+button+-+fulllI submit it to Poetry Friday (hosted today by the very talented teacher/poet Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe) with Merry Christmas wishes to all who read here!

03
Dec
12

Advent preparations

Christmas creche

“…a starry night / around the creche”

Advent preparations

Pull Christmas out of the crawl space
blow dust off pine cones
fluff up ruffles
arrange wired ribbon
hang Christmas plate
and Mom’s embroidery
test music box
find Christmas candles
and chip last year’s wax off the holders
unpack green and red mugs
untangle lights and find the empty socket
for the candle-carrying angel
twist a starry night
around the creche where baby Jesus
is now taking visitors
relax the two-hundred pre-lit tips
trim with coordinated balls
and reflect, as I vacuum needle, cone and glitter bits
If only preparing my heart for Advent
was so simple and straightforward a process

- Violet Nesdoly – December 2, 2012

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The world of Christendom is now commemorating Advent: “a season observed in many Western Christian churches as a time of expectant waiting and preparation for the celebration of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas. The term is an anglicized version of the Latin word adventus, meaning ‘coming.’ It is the beginning of the Western liturgical year and commences on Advent Sunday ” – from Advent (on Wikipedia).

The commencement of Advent—Advent Sunday—was yesterday.

I put up my Christmas decorations during the weekend just past, and realized how much the decorated house shifted my mood from apprehensive (so much to do…) to joy, excitement, and expectation.

But there are other shifts to be made… shifting attention from the commercial and cultural aspects of the celebration to the spiritual is one I am working on. The newsletter I got from fellow Canadian poet D. S. Martin a few days ago helps in that department. In it he quotes the poem “That Holy Thing” by George MacDonald, and then links the index of Christmas poems that he has featured on his excellent blog Kingdom Poets. I’m going to be checking these out in the days ahead as I focus on the true meaning of Christmas. Why don’t you join me?

22
Dec
11

Black December nights

Black December nights
sparkle jewel box ruby
sapphire, diamond, jade

19
Dec
11

Menno Home Christmas

Best Christmases were long ago and far away.
Weihnacht? But all is wet and green; there is no snow.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rempel, how are you today?”

At breakfast munch the toast while carols play…
sang that one in a pageant once and stole the show;
best Christmases were long ago and far away.

No gifts for them! Ach, they want money anyway…
remember sock of nuts with orange in the toe?
“Good morning, Mrs. Rempel, are you well today?

“We’ll roll you to the sunroom where you’ll want to stay
and hear the school kids sing, then Santa—Ho, Ho, Ho!”
Best Christmases were long ago and far away.

“My dear, there’s someone special here who wants to pay
Christmas Eve visit, but she’s rushed—we can’t be slow.”
“Good evening mother darling. You look fine today.”

Another dreary morning, sky is weeping, gray.
Where’s Hank, the kids and Groszpa, where did they all go?
Best Christmases were long ago and far away…
“It’s Christmas, Mrs. Rempel! How are you today?”

Copyright © 2002 by Violet Nesdoly

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I’m re-publishing this poem today in honor of Villanelle Month at TS Poetry Press and the Tweetspeak blog.

Have you written a villanelle? Post it on your blog, then add the poem’s permalink to the collection on the TS Poetry Press Facebook Page to get a mention on the High Calling Photo-Play and Poem December roundup.

 

(This poem won first prize for Rhyming Poem in a 2002 Christmas poetry contest sponsored by Utmost Christian Writers.)

14
Dec
11

Guided

Guided

When confluence in the heavens
shone brighter than any illuminated text
they high-fived, then headed
to the mall for myrrh and frankincense
stopped by the bank for gold.

Whenever, on that dusty trek
needles of sand attacked
camels were crabby
thighs chafed, tailbones ached
eyes rose again to blue-white beam
that drew them like a magnet.

In Jerusalem when no one knew
about an infant king
heaven’s eye winked seeming to say
“Carry on boys.
There is a reason you’ve come all this way.”

The single-file Bethlehem street
led to a crescent of modest bungalows
but even here
their confidence never wavered
for their star hovered
over one.

And so they double-parked
jumped off those dusty camels
rummaged through sandy saddle bags for gifts
knocked on that humble door
with trembling anticipation.
Despite the unkingliness
of the whole business
faith never faltered
for God’s spotlight
had guided every step.

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly
08
Dec
11

Christmas Crossroads

Christmas Crossroads

Mary could have said ‘No’ to the angel
and refused the Spirit’s advances
Joseph could have broken the engagement
and exposed Mary to the wrath of the law

The shepherds could have dismissed
the angels as illusion
their invitation to Bethlehem
foolhardy and impractical

The wise men could have rationalized
the star into a normal occurrence
or returned to the king
instead of taking the angel’s detour

Joseph could have delayed
until the soldier-filled morning
instead of leaving
in the middle of the night

Whatever decision I make today
I consider carefully
every crossroad choice
becomes the route of history

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly
06
Dec
11

Let Christmas Come

Let Christmas Come

Let strings of rainbows ringing patios,
and radiant pearls outlining roofs
blink into the twilight.

Let the sales flyers fatten the morning papers
while evening forays to the mall
flatten wallets. Let Christmas come.

Let “Joy to the World” circulate
around preoccupied customers
loading carts with gadgets, turkeys and chocolates.

Let Michael, Diana
Perry and Sara promise us
they’ll be home. Let Christmas come.

To the crèche and the airport
the foodbank and the home
the bright-eyed child and the lonely tramp
let Christmas come.

Let it come to us all, for He
comes to who will in nativity
of heart, so let Christmas come.

© 2011 by Violet Nesdoly

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This poem was inspired by the April 15, 2009 prompt on the Poetic Asides blog:

“Take the title of a poem you especially like (by another poet) and change it. Then, with this new altered title, I want you to write a poem. An example would be to take William Carlos Williams’ “The Red Wheelbarrow” and change it to “The Red Volkswagon.” Or take Frank O’Hara’s “Why I Am Not a Painter” and change it to “Why I Am Not a Penguin.” You get the idea, right? (Note: Your altered poem does NOT have to follow the same style as the original poet, though you can try if you wish.)”

My poem is based on “Let Evening Come” by Jane Kenyon

13
Dec
10

How the Natal Star Was Born

The Son vanishes just after I am sent
to the Galilean virgin
and heaven isn’t the same.
Gone the laughter, mischief, hijinks.
Music replaced by silence
all monochromatic, sober
like the life of the party has left
and we don’t have the will
to keep partying or to go home.

The Almighty’s been moody since then
broods like never before
over calendars and seasons
looks down a lot, mostly toward Nazareth
at this blossoming virgin-still
and her earthmate.

The day this couple sets off down the road
He starts pacing pacing pacing
When they get to Bethlehem
it’s pace-pace-pace
then He pauses — Hush!

All the hosts of heaven stop their chatter
crowd behind Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, David
peer over the balcony
focus on a dark building
near a sign that blinks Sorry – No Vacancy.
It’s so quiet you can hear the stars hum.

Then cutting the night
tiny and tremulous
A-wah a-wah a-wah a-wah

The Almighty laughs His magnificence
tosses His glory, flings His radiance
and then starts handing out
cig— no, trumpets
to every angel within arm’s reach
Go tell somebody, anybody!

After they’ve left He asks for the bubbly
shakes it up
pops the cork
sprays it all over heaven.

© 2005 by Violet Nesdoly

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This poem won first place in the 2004 Inscribe Spring Contest, Poetry Category and won the Pacific Theatre Christmas Presence Writing Contest in 2005, where Ron Reed read it at one of the performances. (This is a repost – appearing previously here in December 22, 2009.)

30
Nov
10

Christmas Cake


November or early December is the time
to start on this year’s Christmas cake

Pour several cups of sweet anticipation into a large bowl
- the first snowfall when we hauled out the Christmas records
- all the dolls in the Sear’s catalogue
- paint smells from the basement
cut in a pound of cold reality
- the year I worked nights and slept through
- the first Christmas without Daddy
- the one I broke my wrist
and cream these two ingredients

When blended and smooth
stir in – 1 cup at a time
the plans, ideas, long wish lists,
credit cards and shopping trips,
decorating, light’s a’blinking,
CDs spinning, here we come a-caroling –
keep on stirring

Fold in the surprises next
- a perfect tiny poinsettia for the coffee table
- a leisurely lunch on the Starlight Dinner Train
- room on a standby flight Christmas Eve

Finally toss in
- a teaspoon of worry (surely I’ve forgotten something)
- and a pinch of pride (the house glows by candlelight
while we sip our eggnog Christmas Eve)

Give it the final flourish
– signed! the last (late) card of the season
and bake in a turkey-fragrant oven.
You know it’s done
when the last chocolate is eaten
all the tinsel is vacuumed
and the house is New Year tidy once more.

(Guaranteed to never turn out the same)

Copyright 2004 – Violet Nesdoly
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This poem was first published 2004 in A Night Not to be Silent – A Literary Christmas Greeting, put together by Darlene Moore Berg for the poets at Utmost Christian Writers
08
Dec
09

Of Shepherds and Sheep

A flock of Saskatchewan sheep - © 2007 by V. Nesdoly

Abel spilled their blood
in the first acceptable sacrifice.

Abraham’s flocks flourished
though in the end
his son Isaac knew the terror
of lambs, lying bound on altar wood.

Joseph was sold to Egypt from the pasture
and the children of Israel
were segregated in Goshen
because shepherds were ‘unclean.’

Moses ran from the palace
to the mountains of Midian
where forty years as an apprentice
led to shepherding a nation.

David’s kingly character
was formed with the sheep
on Bethlehem’s hills,
for the Lord was his shepherd.

Isaiah foresaw Messiah-Lamb
and described us all
as confused and willful
wandering sheep.

Jesus would call Himself shepherd
and sheep-pen.
Even now He’s seated in heaven
a Lamb upon the throne.

What other audience was there, then,
for the angels that cold starry Judean night?

© 2007 by Violet Nesdoly

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Published in Family Reunion - Utmost Publishing, 2007




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