Noel 2012

BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
NOEL 2012
JOAN MYERS

 

 

 

 

 

O Christmas Tree, so pristine
Berried in English clotted creame
An echo of jingly bells
Yuletide fully swells
Bear hugs all around
Merry carols; ultra sound
Cozy stuffed stockings steep
Warm memories to keep
The assembly too soon gone
Still above and beyond
Mary’s dear newborn Child
Was to the world avowed

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Falalala Latkes
The Gift of Christmas
Christmas: A Time for Furnace Fires
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Noel 2011

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NOEL 2011

Joan Myers

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A little magic, new fallen snow

Holly berries, mistletoe

Ginger notes, candle wicks

Playful paw prints in the mix

Children to bed as starlight spills

Every stocking wonder fills

Yet still recall the legend of old

Bearing frankincense and gold

An ancient trio traversed the sand

Sought the infant King in a faraway land

Noel 2010

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NOEL 2010

Joan Myers

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

from the

Beanery Writers

in

 Latrobe, Pennsylvania

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Wintry flocks on silver wings

As frosty air with rapture rings

Chiming bells and carols soar

Clean and crisp and pure

An icy

Noel

NOEL

Joan

This is a poem of the season
Its words, its verse, its song
A colorful, frost-clad vision
Journeying in hearts ‘ere long

Memories framed in golden hue

Of sweetest dreams come true

 A cone fir tree set aglow

Silver bells echo so clear
Snowflakes dance soft and slow
Christmas day draws near
And hushed refrains become
A joyous merry hum
 

Even as red ribbons are tied

Promising enchantment tenfold

 A wondrous star appears as guide
The timeless story is retold

 And the Earth reveals

The joy it feels

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

A BROKEN LEG FOR CHRISTMAS

How to Count the Gifts Given in the Twelve Days of Christmas

Christmas Memories

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2007-A

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: 2008 STYLE

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

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wishes all its readers a

VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG
Joan

A heavenly choir

Angelic voices to inspire

Displays of the Nativity

O Bethlehem in facsimile
Shades of red, paperwhites

Cherished seasonal rites

Candied fruit, nuts and berries

Also sugar plump fairies
A bough of shimmery pine

Frosty wreaths entwine

Hushed in a shiver of snow

Welcome lights aglow
Noel…
Simple and complete.

ADDITIONAL READING:

IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE!!

PERTAINING TO THE SPIRIT

PAPER PLATES AND SILVER PLATTERS

MY SIDE OF THE VIGIL

FERAL BIRDS: THE LATEST COMMUNITY HAZARD

THE KILLER KITTEN

KEEPING PEACE IN SOUTH AFRICA Part 2

MY DOG

FLASHY MOON EXPLOSIONS

CHILDREN LEFT HOME ALONE (or in cars alone)

CHILD ABUSE DEFINITIONS

WATCHING CORN GROW

HAIR UNAWARE

JOURNEY’S END

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JOURNEY’S END

JOAN

     The mysterious stagecoach traveler is a frail woman dressed in black wrapped in a black shawl. Her hair is parted in the center and pulled into a small bun on her neck fastened by a horn comb.
     She greets her fellow passengers politely. A day traveler, she seems weary. She carries a black satchel over one arm, from which she extracts small ivory shuttlecocks for making hair lace. She guides hair through loops to make the knots/gaps and displays a family journal of beribboned hair wreaths, braids, and chains as fine as spider webs. 
     The stagecoach drivers swear she doesn’t board the stagecoach at any previous stop but is aboard every

HAIR UNAWARE

—written by Joan

Was it there as I kissed my husband goodbye this a.m.?
Black and endearing.

Was it there as I sat through morning briefing?
Proud and shouting.

Was it there at luncheon with my boss?
Stiff and preening.

Was it there when I did my presentation?
Aloof and sneering.

Was it there when I met my child’s teacher after school?
Curled and amusing.

Was it there when I had dinner with my in-laws?
Precious and spewing.

It’s there on my chin in the bathroom mirror tonight.
I’m sure no one noticed?

Please, God!