Sweet Dreams
Starry night, a quarter moon.
Owls and frogs recite a tune.
Listen, listen…
What do they say?
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams…
Sweet dreams they pray.
Category Archives: Poem of the Day
“Samuel Emanuel” by Julie Dascoli
Leave a commentSamuel Emanuel.
Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much.
Samuel Emanuel wouldn’t eat lunch.
He refused to eat his toast,
And the thing he hates the most,
Is the healthy cheesy sandwich in his lunch box.
Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much.
Samuel Emanuel didn’t eat lunch.
He didn’t like to wash his hair,
Or indeed to ever share,
And when bedtime comes at night
He’s hiding outside.
Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much.
Samuel Emanuel wouldn’t eat lunch.
He doesn’t like to pack his toys,
And he’s mean to other boys,
And when dad says time for home
He’s on the rooftop.
Samuel Emanuel’s dad was getting sad.
Samuel Emanuel’s dad was going mad.
He threw a tanty on the floor,
And banged his head upon the door.
When Samuel he saw this he was so shocked!
Samuel Emanuel didn’t like much,
Samuel Emanuel wouldn’t eat lunch.
When he saw his dad so mad,
And he started feeling bad.
He decided it was time to STOP IT NOW!
Samuel Emanuel didn’t ask much,
Samuel Emanuel ate his whole lunch.
He was happy to eat toast,
And the thing he likes the most
Is the healthy, cheesy sandwich in his lunch box.
“Christmas Quest” by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentChristmas Quest
Oh where can I find him?
It’s now Christmas Day.
It seems that we’ve lost him
Somewhere on the way.
I thought we might find him
At shops in the mall,
Or at Christmas parties,
But few signs at all.
I can’t see him hiding
There under the tree,
Amongst all the gifts
For my family and me!
When we sang all the carols
We called out his name,
But soon we forgot
Why it was that he came:
For he lived here among us
To teach and to guide
And to pay for our wrongs
Through the death that he died.
This Jesus now lives,
So the gospels declare.
Young and old who still seek him
Find this Saviour’s right there.
‘‘Twas the night before Christmas” by Louise McCarthy
Leave a commentTwas the night before Christmas
And all through the town,
Not a motel was vacant,
Not a place to lie down.
A couple whose baby was just about due,
Stood at the end of a very long queue.
A wise man suggested to ask at “the stables”,
“It’s an airbnb – the owner is Mabel.
“Why thank you! “Said Joseph – the father to be,
His wife who was Mary said “Let’s get the key!”
But the guests who were staying were mooing and braying.
Joseph exclaimed “This needs some explaining”.
Mary looked up to the heavens above,
An angel appeared and said “Hark darling love,
It’s an Airbnb: no windows, no door,
Though it does have a charm that you just can’t ignore.”
So Mary and Joseph decided to stay…
A baby arrived the very next night.
And above the stable a star shone so bright,
A single star rating – for this cosy dwelling ,
The start a story so very compelling.
”A Homeless Christmas” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA HOMELESS CHRISTMAS
’Twas the night before Christmas and I sat alone
In my usual doorway that I called my own.
The people rushed past me, laden with shopping,
They saw what I was but passed without stopping.
Some kids laughing brightly skipped past full of joy
And made me remember when I was a boy.
Carols were playing, and we sang round a tree:
Daddy and mummy, and my sister and me.
Often I’ve wondered how it all came unstuck —
’twas sometimes bad choices, and sometimes bad luck.
But who can I blame while the world is so gay,
’cause tomorrow will be just one more lost day.
James Aitchison
A great reminder to give to someone this Christmas Eve who has fallen on hard times.
“Thongs and Boardies” by Sioban Timmer
Leave a comment
Thongs and Boardies
Songs of yore, can be a bore
When they speak of snow and Holly.
Songs of sun are much more fun
To make our Christmas jolly.
We don’t ride sleighs – we catch some rays
As temperatures are soaring.
Hams to slice and prawns on ice
The feast is never boring.
Thongs on feet are not complete
Without our favourite boardies.
And by the pool, we’re staying cool
As Christmas hits the forties.
We don’t admire yuletide fire
Where chestnuts sit to roast.
We find fun with water guns,
Watch the sunset by the coast.
Raise a cup, with head held up
And toast the winter failure.
Sunshine above, what’s not love
That’s Christmas in Australia.
Valued Gifts by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentPerhaps the most enduring gifts
from Christmas-tide festivities
are not the items bought in shops
but things that make prized memories.
From moments filled with laughter at
some zany fun activity
to having simply helped someone
through using our proclivity.
Your Grandma will delight in any
art or craftwork made by you.
Our love and personality are
captured in the things we do.
Our presence time and talents shared
are valued gifts both rich and wise.
They’re cherished in fond memories
much more than any merchandise.
“Christmas Eve” by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentChristmas Eve
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
But I could not sleep.
I hit on a plan
And began counting sheep.
I got to one hundred,
But still was awake,
Which soon had me wond’ring
How long it would take.
I had to keep going –
What else could I do?
So soon I was up to
Two hundred and two.
When passing three hundred
I started to fret,
Then, reaching four hundred
I got quite upset.
As five hundred came
I was ready to weep,
And can you believe it?
I cried myself to sleep!
Christmas Eve by Monty Edwards
“Dad’s BBQ” by Ron Marsh
Leave a commentMy father had a bullock
I don’t know where he found it
The council man came by one day
And said he must impound it
Now Dad said that it can’t be done
Because he’d asked a few
Of his friends and relatives
To a barbecue
The bull heard this,and with a roar
He headed for the hills
He had no plans for barbecues
And salad for the frills
So dad and all the family
And some of his good friends
Had barbecue of vegetables
And other odds and ends
DAD’S BARBECUE by Ron Marsh
“A Clean Green Christmas” by Celia Berrell
Leave a comment“Twas the night before Christmas.
No cards have been sent.
No presents are wrapped,
there’s no tree to augment.
No air tickets purchased
to family events.
If we choose to “go green”
well that’s what is meant.
Instead, give to charity,
make our own jam
to give to the family
rather than ham.
Avoid plastic tinsel.
As home decorator
only use hand-made
from wool, wood or paper.
The night before Christmas
we chose to go green
and help to keep Earth’s
environment clean.
inspired by the New Scientist’s article on how to HAVE A GREEN CHRISTMAS