Friday, December 23, 2011

Haiku Friday: Christmas!



Hi! My name is Mark, and I love Christmas! It's simple, I know, but let's stick with the obvious and haiku about Christmas this week. Here is mine:

There's chill in the air
But no snow to be seen, yet
Warm hearts abound here.

Now it is your turn... the winner gets their bio here on Monday!

11 comments:

  1. Lovely Bones1:20 AM

    Eyes full of wonder
    Anticipation-pulsing
    ....to be young again....

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  2. Anonymous7:01 AM

    Getting on a plane--
    Long lines, bags, crowds, delays, but then:
    Christmas with family.

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  3. The reindeer are fed
    All Sand Mountain is sleeping
    Is it over yet?

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  4. We do not expect
    What comes in the night--
    The tender King born.

    They tell us to look
    For the large,for powerful--
    Bearing love,Child Comes.

    Our own children thus
    On Christmas give tokens of
    Him,unexpected.

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  5. What comes in the night
    We do not expect,Tender King--
    You come a child,poor.

    They tell us to look
    For the large,for powerful
    But Love sleeps in straw.

    Our own children come
    To teach us who you are,Lord--
    Rare...Abundant Joy.

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  6. On a cloudless night
    I will search the eastern sky
    Rudolph's nose so bright

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  7. *For The Curessa*


    Be-rosied Lady
    Totes beamish boy and holds hands.
    Gems twinkling? Has.

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  8. Last line in Curessa should be: Gems twinkling? Has now.

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  9. The Lost Boys3:53 PM

    Standing in Walmart
    Wondering why in the world
    Am I shopping here?

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  10. O Fake Christmas Tree
    You saved my marriage to the
    Best Gift Of My Life.

    (And thanks, Renee!!)

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  11. One Christmas she threw
    The tree into the snow,mad.
    Then made the prime rib.

    Her husband recalled
    A Depression stocking with
    A gum stick/orange.

    They were sad...sad...sad.
    Still,the children had it all.
    But struggled through Yule.

    Nothing but Gift
    Could free voices to sing glad
    Nothing but Love could.

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