December B Poetry Challenge

[SpermFactory]

…if you meant for your post about the December B challenge "colors of Xmas" to be your challenge for the month, you should start a thread with that as the title and perhaps a bit more explanation as to what the challenge consists of (poems about the colors red and green? reindeer brown? shiny foil packaging material in various gaudy shades of electric yellow?).

Thank you @Tzara for the above quoted example.


Seasons Greetings, please be advised this is your invitation to write poems filled with the colors of Christmas!

May your poems be secretive little presents wrapped in many colors. Or perhaps the color of emotions shared lovingly or even thunderously! You are welcome to compose your poems in any poetic style.

 

[SpermFactory]

xoxo Liminal. Subliminal, a day waits silver branched red blends into ever green gathering the packaging hits the floor somewhere in between the violet hugs cards and xmas kisses x

 

[Shady_nz]

A summer Christmas

Hot sun shines on golden sand
where blue waves kiss the shore
Sounds of family cricket and shouts of victory or defeat
Are heard all around
Excited children scamper about,
Weaving around suntanned legs and bodies
covered in sand to their chin
Mothers ( and fathers too) who would usually
Curb their young ones wild behaviour
Smile indulgently and let them go wild until it's time to eat

The scent of cooking food on barbeques fills the air as
for a time all is quiet as food devoured by hungry mouths
Sticky fingers wiped with care while the hapless Uncle
Coerced into dressing as Saint Nick, rounds up the kids
with promises of sweets and treats if they've been good this year
Wide eyed they gaze at this apparition dressed in more than they
a sheen of sweat on his brow as they take the gift bestowed,
Piles of wrapping paper strewn about, while shouts of joy ring out at the
discovery of a long awaited toy.
Smiles and grimaces as Christmas socks are displayed, the adults
enjoy the momentary peace

One last swim before the clean-up begins
Night softly falls and stars shine on weary kids and adults alike
the bonfire a soft glow in the night, sparks rising to the stars above
Soon little heads on strong chests are held as the family makes its way
back to bed, to home, to dream of this perfect
Summer Christmas Day

 

[MrMrsMrsMr]

In memory of my the best ever Xmas

In these blue mountains evergreen.
Never a lick of snow in Santa’s beard.
Just a hip flask in Dady’s blue denim vest.

The roar of his black n chrome Harley
a galloping over the far ridge line.

Around the corner, racing the black top his hair
flowing red white & blue sky highway guy.

Straw colored my brother and me we
leap, race, whoop off the stoop
into Dady’s prison inked arms forever.

There will be many hugs,
a bit of Grandpa’s white liquor,
few presents,

lot’s of chat,
Granma’s cook’n
and Dady’s fat red new tatoo

My finger spells it out
xx my name xx my brother’s name
xx Dady loves us both, Moma xx rip

 

[MrMrsMrsMr]

Whuurp Weooo
Santa get’s Lit Up.

Christmas manicured Green
fragrant crystalized snow
cone smoking orange
High blooming
RED n BLUE Hi LIGHTS!
Looming BLACK & WHITE!

 

[MrMrsMrsMr]

A summer Christmas

Hot sun shines on golden sand
where blue waves kiss the shore
Sounds of family cricket and shouts of victory or defeat
Are heard all around
Excited children scamper about,
Weaving around suntanned legs and bodies
covered in sand to their chin
Mothers ( and fathers too) who would usually
Curb their young ones wild behavour
Smile indulgently and let them go wild until it's time to eat

The scent of cooking food on barbeques fills the air as
for a time all is quiet as food devoured by hungry mouths
Sticky fingers wiped with care while the hapless Uncle
Coerced into dressing as Saint Nick, rounds up the kids
with promises of sweets and treats if they've been good this year
Wide eyed they gaze at this appartion dressed in more than they
a sheen of sweat on his brow as they take the gift bestowed,
Piles of wrapping paper strewn about, while shouts of joy ring out at the
discovery of a long awaited toy.
Smiles and grimaces as Christmas socks are diplayed, the adults
enjoy the momentary peace

One last swim before the clean up begins
Night softly falls and stars shine on weary kids and adults alike
the bonfire a soft glow in the night, sparks rising to the stars above
Soon little heads on strong chests are held as the family makes its way
back to bed, to home, to dream of this perfect
Summer Christmas Day

I absolutely love the consistent tone in this poem. And how different Christmas is all around the world. x

 

[NikolasMann]

You wanted a present, you said.
It had been years. i wondered, fed
on the notion that you detested
all shades of me, all visitations,
all visions, and revisions of all the said,
the done, the soil turned over and over,
like a plough over dead soil.

And yet, a present, you said. On this
merriest of occasions. The smile - I know
you are smiling on the other side, your voice
like a beacon call, or a fatalistic drum,
beating the years of war, and gore, in that
long before.

But a present, you say. And what shall i give,
What packaged nothingness, what shiny, boxed
ephemera?

All I have is this repentant soul,
This dark and broken creature,
unvarnished, ribbonless,
sitting under a burnt oak tree,
with only the crow, the crow for a star.

 

[Ash999]

Christmas in 1970 Kolkata/Calcutta
Cakes from Nahoum : brown for Plum,
White Icing....Red cherry.....Mistletoe tied up high....
Revelers in Park Street....the last few Anglo Indian blonde girls left...strolling down the snooty street, dreaming of Canada, Australia....Elvis...
Bright lights on the avenue at night....frolicking gaily ....music fills the night.. Jingle Bells....Silent Night...Holy Night.....I used to play violin in the School orchestra....in the Thoburn Church....
Our late Principal Rev. Clifford Hicks said mass...
It was a bright happy night....all dissolved in the mists of nostalgic memories...
I relocated to Mumbai in '78....Kolkata memories are long forgotten....there is no snow in Bengal at least in Kolkata....so colors can never be a White Christmas....but symbols of a happy childhood...in an English medium Missionary school where this Hindu boy studied....remains of an era loooong gone by....
Bye Bye

 

[SpermFactory]

Fascinating poem Ash, thanks for sharing those memories.

 

[SpermFactory]

BoOm, the color of Christmas

Sometimes, Christmas in my life has been the color of a late night,
the color of a cold wind, the color of dawn breaking outside a nightclub
the color of the hurt in my eyes, like the time you left me for Christmas
with a hot chili Hawaiian shirt from your great aunt Agatha.

It was meant
for you.

You didn’t even change the packaging. It became the color of my heart ache
sailing on a ship in a Christmas bottle, I was the color of a desert Island in the
disappearing color of your laughter, over dessert, driving me mad, in your snow
globe, the color of Christmas obliterating. Then I asked you to marry me, bOom

xoxo’s for Christmas.

 

[Lazaran]

The Gift of Coal

A jet black lump of coal
once lit, its rainbow glows
red, orange, blue and yellow
warming the body and the soul

(Not the worst gift at Christmas time…really…)

 

[Tzara]

That red lace teddy

matched to this fir-green condom—

oh, merry Christmas!​

 

[calmlikeabomb]

That red lace teddy

matched to this fir-green condom—​

​

oh, merry Christmas!​

Inspired by this...

Green was the condom, the cuffs were red,
And the lube glittered like a river of stars,
And silver strings dangled with the swing,
That hung lazily from steel bars.

The lipstick was sodden and crushed,
Retired hurt after painting 'slut' and 'tart',
On shuddering flesh and gasping chest,
And a face drenched with pearly art.

The room smelled sweetly of burnt sugar,
And rich red wine and candle smoke,
And wrapping paper crinkled underneath,
As weary lovers readied for midnight's stroke.

Green was the condom, the cuffs were red,
And a new switch hung from the wall,
Happily unwrapped, recieved in delight,
A merry Christmas was had by all.

 

[SpermFactory]

That red lace teddy

matched to this fir-green condom—​

​

oh, merry Christmas!​

Inspired also, by Tzara’s Gift to us all.

Pink laced that
cheery green slide
at Christmas oh
how oft it
comes!

 

[Angeline]

Tale of Christmas Past

In childhood it was black
and white. Oh there were presents:
a blue English racing bike, ten speed,
one memorable year, a tiny record player,
beige and white, for sister. It took 45 rpms
only and months later blew up, lots
of black smoke and melted vinyl,

but no ornaments or tinsel,
no tree. Daddy was adamant
about that. There was Hanukah gelt,
blue foil wrapped chocolate, but no
dreidel nor ever a menorah.

It was confusing. The neighbors'
houses were lit up like runways,
Santa and company in bright plastic,
posed joyously on rooftops.

I liked it best when we saw a movie
followed by Chinese food, that Jewish
Christmas day tradition. Lawrence
of Arabia one year, West Side Story
another and later, at Lido Gardens,

red and green peppers mingled
with steak, chicken and shrimp.
Such a colorful Happy Family.

 

[MrMrsMrsMr]

That red lace teddy

matched to this fir-green condom—​

​

oh, merry Christmas!​

SPARKLING, GREEN FACED
4-Xmas we share a condom

Furry me in my toned teddy
You in your green face