Showing posts with label December. Show all posts
Showing posts with label December. Show all posts

Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas Is Forever


Christmas Is Forever

by Gil Camporazo

December
The last of the 12 months to remember
Kids, adults, all ages longing
For its coming sure and never-ending.

Why such a feeling?
January, February go on thrilling
Thus March, April, May get together
For June, July till November

That's true
For 'dashing through the snow'
Jingle bells are ringing
Carolers are singing.

Jesus is born
In Bethlehem City not forlorn
In swaddling clothes he wear
Glad tidings everyone to hear.

Shepherds saw
Three wise men followed through
'Peace on earth, good will to men
The world chorused "amen"

Black or white
Green and yellow plight
Christmas in their heart
So fully, so humbly never part.

Friday, November 25, 2016

December Absolution

image by Filoteo Mendaza Aguillon

December Absolution
by Filoteo Mendaza Aguillon

i teofilo (filoteo)

touche my friend
i have scattered my poems
to the winds of november
to languish perhaps in
fragmented splendor in
some distant alien sphere

but i teofilo

conforming
reminiscing

still must essay
unspoken thoughts for december
when seasonal songs
of seasonal tidings
swamp the ears
with Christmas timbre

listen: when this time
of the year comes sliding in
do you feel such lilting gladness
as is wont of him who senses
his year near spent has been rewarding or
do you feel such wrenching sadness
like a ragged orphan denied
the raiment of the rich boy next door
however let it be

but i teofilo

condemning
reviling

must howl my rage
against the forces that
slowly suck the lifeforce
from my broken brown brothers
peace and goodwill to men
Christmas is forgiving but
how peace how forgive when
death stalks the countryside
death strikes on city streets
death reaps in stark daylight
death rapes the common tao's rights
(how many more deaths o my country
will it take before peace rests
in your captive breasts)

and i teofilo

absconding
relenting

must raise hesitant paeans to the heavens
and pray for the souls of the slain
and that His mercy fall upon us as dewfall
and His graces shower on us like rain

listen: whispering hope
o how welcome thy voice
making my heart
in its sorrow rejoice.

(posted from his FB timeline and reposted here with his permission.)
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