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SENSE has little meaning this time of year

Sense does not make much sense at this time the year.
Everyone has the right without reason.
When darkness falls early, the holiday season
Shine on vast rolling fields of fear.
The old customs still survive, long loved and cherished,
Now bought and sold, it is true, as is the fashion
Even so faith filled with poetry and passion,
Dark days give a touch of joy.
Reason tells us that there is little reason for concern:
Electric lights have been domesticated since long darkness;
Even in winter we do not want to damage,
It teaches them to be a bother well contained.
In our hearts, however, time still stirring the mixture;
Now feed the fears of the dark nothing.
Gifts to say more, and becomes the warm love
Sanctuary that hope can be sustained.

Could there waiting in the wings ANGELES

Could there be angels waiting in the wings
How We ask your ecstasy?
Rainbows are mere garnish of the day
What are the glory and light.
So we can hear the songs of our sun sings,
The words that the wonder of our roads;
We know how good it is to be
As we celebrate the holidays
So much in love we weep as angels forces.

I thought I must give up on life

I thought I should give up on life
And become a stone
The desert wind almost suited me:
No heart, no mind – only bone.

I thought it would be foolish to try
Wanting something new
Reluctantly becomes in need, and then
Transmogrifies pain.

I laughed at people still in love
Who relied on the word of someone;
To my happiness depends
In faith seemed so absurd.

I was alone and I wonder beaten,
Sleepless in my bed
Ice still numb silent, still, still, cold ice
Not knowing he was dead.

And then he came and shone on
My meadow full of snow,
And I saw the flowers just love
Could recognize and grow;

And it made me feel so beautiful
I shed my skin cold, cold
And opened my heart to you,
And, fearful, they let him

And now, my dear, I'm in love
With everything that I've seen.
I know that the worst of everyone,
And I believe in you.

BECAUSE ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN GENERATIONS

Because hundreds thirteen generations
Of Jews lit candles and prayed for eight days
(No indeed a miracle – the flames in the empty bottles)
Nor could they, with sequins abroad as single stars,
Inter music, or sacrifice their recitations,
Each word is death cantillated delayed.

Some memories are miracles: the flasks
Empty yet dancing with light, the generations
Also touched by the fire, burning like distant stars,
History twinkling with their recitations
Not to forget the words and the death of the future. They prayed
In the way naked to the ovens, but prayed
Located near the stagnant waters of Babylon, but hinders
Tottering on the edge of memory, jars empty
Aflame with words, burning with recitations,
In the words of its mountains, rivers, deserts, stars;
Nations flowing silence, generations
Ebbing in the dark, with candles that slows …

Of course that seem strange. His recitations
If singing is as foreign as Aztecs. Empty jars
Burning in the temple, the stars scattered
Back forward every night. sentences who delay
Burial in the dark? What soul prayed sunless
Strongly enough to light the stars?
Long has been this love by their generations.

Memories need candles. Recitations
Of the children are like the black fields of fragrant stars
Reflecting the eyes of generations.

Over time the memories end: the stars no view
As the dust of coal burned through the darkness, the jars
Like stones unattended. God once again delayed
Eight days the death of light. The people prayed.
Now wait for the final night of their recitations.

Throughout the winter The Willows WAITING

Throughout the willow winter expected,
Neither more nor less than willing,
Glad to be, but only a little
Entropy in his chilling.
Life never longs the Renaissance,
Awakened to his long sleep,
As willows need their leaves to breathe
Numb up to mourn.
No, because, well below winter
More blankets than you know,
Huge any mustard seed
Content to sleep now
Holding a light in her arms
As the Earth glides through a bitter night,
Have you ever sentenced to happiness and deterioration
Do not be too easy for things to go.

SING FOR THE HOLIDAYS THAT END OF YEAR

Song of the holiday ending the year!
Each cause for celebration and reflection.
As rules of the darkness of the earth, sing with joy,
Sustained by the will and nurtured by affection.
For Christmas, Hanukkah and New Year's Eve,
Now you can sing magnify the light!
Sing, in your joy will believe you,
granted along the bitter night.
Rekindle for these calculations fire
Each one takes as a favor to the heart,
Eloquent ecstasy and desire
Twin reasons of both sincerity and art.
In the search for communion and common sense,
Business need, nor care to conceal,
Giving and receiving the same degree
Sing, then, of passion, faith and the simple pleasure!

HAPPINESS is something one is satisfied with

Happiness is something one is satisfied with
After the ups and downs of ecstasy.
Maybe you do not know what to look;
Perhaps one does not realize one is free.
year is to count time until the tentacles,
Need opportunity to take stock.
Everywhere are angels singing canticles
For beyond the confines of the clock.
Years, no more than seconds, are only moments
Increasingly eternity again.
They all live in the wheel of joys and torments,
Returning to the walls of the wind.

About the Author

I am a poet and webmaster of the popular poetry site, Poems for Free, at http://www.poemsforfree.com.

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