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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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Daily Cascade #1104356 added December 24, 2025 at 1:08pm Restrictions: None
Wrapped in Tinsel
Prompt: Christmas.
Write about Christmas for your Blog entry today.
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Wrapped in Tinsel without Naming "IT"
It’s that time again, calendar insists
half joyful in tone, half as threat,
the lights blink wildly, placing a bet
and the tree's dragged in, crowned like king
dropping its needles on everything
this tree leans to left, what message it sends?
I dare think, to give my patience a try
still, my smile's wide, I don't know why
when old songs repeat till my sanity bends
about bells, and joy, and close friends
and cookies vanish with suspicious intent
while I fill socks as if it's a priceless art
for my scented candle's shaped like a heart.
If stressed I may be, until Santa will appear
I smile real wide, perform laughter and cheer.
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