Holiday Mashup Blogmas Contest Christmas Poetry

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Poetry about Christmas, Faith, and Love for the Blogmas Contest.

Dark chocolate simmering on the stoves.
White snowflakes painting the trees.
Colored lights wrapping around the windows.
A child savoir born to make man and woman free.

And you hear the old hymns coming from a manger;
the long desire of a traveling stranger:

“Your Spirit, One touch.
Panacea.
Your voice, I heard.
Panacea.
My faith, You Lit.
Panacea.
My Heart, Your Love.
Panacea.”

And as the night slowly drifts away.
You’re awakened by the cares of the day:

I’m so broke, it’s not even funny.
I can’t afford the weather when it’s sunny.
My pockets have holes – they’re leaking all of my money
and I still have to buy a gift for my hunny!

But still, it’s Christmas and I remember:

The money comes and goes.
Presents, I’ll forget.
But we’ll build bridges to our hearts, love,
and that’s as good as it gets.

Merry Christmas Everyone! I’ll end with a quote from one of the most memorable Christmas movies!

“No man is a failure who has friends.”
[Mark Twain, and also] Clarence, “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

This poem is actually a combination of three of my favorite poems that I’ve written over the past couple months.

It was submitted to KaylaAnn’s Blogmas Contest. Be sure to check it out and maybe even join!

The three pieces of poetry that used in the Holiday Mashup for the contest are:

Bridges at Christmas

I’m So Broke

Remedy

Thanks for Reading and Check Out my Blog: Scribbled to Paper.

Doves 

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Poetry of Faith and Power.

You can break me with just one touch;
Like electric power, it doesn’t take much.

I can’t make You, You do as you please;
Like a sailor can’t summon the breeze.

I never knew a brokenness could feel so free;
It’s a bondage that breaks the chains off of me.

It’s faith, you never ask for a dime;
all I have to do is stop and take the time.

When your wind blows, I’ll stand and take it in;
like breathe from a wing, violent freeing within.

Guitar Chords

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Poetry about Faith and Music.

Tired, too tired to write.
Just gonna play on my guitar tonight
and lets the chords take me there.
Music, take me there.

Did you ever feel like a king
and ask David to play you a song?
When you hear those chords, your troubles pass away
and they strum away all that’s wrong.
Faith, take me there.

Babel

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A poem about peace.

We live in a cacophony of reality.
Always clashing, begging for cohesion,
Sounds, colors, lights, thought.
People begging for a reason.

The world is in a constant dissonance.
Always moving to a new season.
Every day there is a new renaissance:
People fighting for a new reason.

Don’t bother to quote any proverbs,
as if common sense would be treason.
You could argue the benefits of peace,
but peoples’ mind fight against reason.

People need a reason to reason.
Or maybe their hearts just need a new season.
a Prince of Peace to break the cacophony.
Against our own nature, we need a treason.

Cacophony

Whipping-Post

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If God forced me to be good,
would I really be good?
You can pound a rock,
you can carve wood,
You could press coal
into a diamond,
pushing real hard,
if you could.
But if God forced me to be good,
would I really be good?

Only a miracle
can take water from a stone.
And only a miracle can make me
God’s own.

If God forced me to be good,
Am I “Abel” to not be “Cain?”
Always looking out for myself,
My heart’s a jealous thing.
And sometimes I start thinking crazy
cuz’ I’ve felt so much pain.
But God forcing me to be good?
That’s just insane.

Only a miracle
can take water from a stone.
And only a miracle can make me
God’s own.

Can God force me to be good?
That would be a sight.
But I’m sure, if He could,
He’d do it right.
Not with a whip,
or with a sword.
But with three long nails,
pounded to a board.
You see, God did make me
good one day.
By being so good to me.

Only a miracle
can take water from a stone.
And it took a miracle
to make me God’s own.

Thinking

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Another long night, I’m thinking in my sleep.
The pressure’s closin’ in, feel like it’s suffocating me.
I’ve got problems at work, problems at home.
Problems with my friends, and problems when I’m alone. 

I think about cryin’.
I think about breaking down.
I think about reputation.
Being the strongest guy in town.

I think I’ve thought about everything.
But I never think to pray.

I’ve tried eating healthy, but stress has got my stomach on edge.
I used to be so happy, not I feel like the walking dead.
I had a passion for work, now I just wanna get on home.
I feeling so weak, when I used to be so “bad to the bone.”

I think about cryin’.
I think about breaking down.
I think about reputation.
Being the strongest guy in town.

I think I’ve thought about everything.
But I never think to pray.