Christmas Magic

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We’ve all heard the stories of the magical land:
Tales of Rudolph, Frosty and a jolly old man.
But part of the story that you may not know,
Is something that happened a long time ago.

It happened when Santa was still very young,
A sleigh full of orphans just out for some fun
They were rounding a corner far from the town,
When the wind started blowing and the snow falling down.

It was snowing so hard you could not see a thing,
So to keep up their spirits, they started to sing.
Now, what happened next is a mystery, they say.
For no one saw the basket blow off of the sleigh.

The basket was lifted high in the air,
Into the sky – With snow everywhere!
Blown miles and miles and miles from town,
Then coming to rest on the cold, winter ground.

It lay in the forest near a babbling creek,
When all of the animals came out for a peek.
Then what appeared was a luminous glow,
And out from the light stepped The Queen of the Snow.

She gazed at the child with the beautiful curl
“Oh my!” she said, “What a sweet little girl.”
She lifted her gently into her arms,
Whispered into her ear, “I will keep you from harm.”

“I will teach you the magic of the snow and the wind
For a day in the future when fate brings you him.”
The sweet little girl, as the years went on by
Became a beautiful woman with the passage of time.

One day she was out making it snow,
When she heard a strange voice say, “Whoa Dasher, Whoa!”
She stepped from the forest so she could hear,
And saw a young man, a sleigh and reindeer.

She walked up to him and said, “Sir, don’t you know,”
“nobody lives here. This is the North Pole!”
He looked into her eyes with a twinkling smile
and said, “Finding such beauty was worth every mile.”

“I came all this way to build a shop to make toys
For all of the children – the good girls and boys.
There is so much sadness in the world of today;
I will try to bring happiness, at least for one day.”

“If just for one day, I could bring people smiles,
I would travel a hundred or thousand more miles!
But I like what I see at this place called North Pole,
Then his whole body shook as he said, ‘HO! HO! HO! HO!’”

She smiled and asked him, “All this by yourself?
I’m looking around; I don’t see any help.
Well, maybe there’s something that I can do,
Otherwise, you’ll grow old before you are through.”

But even with two, it’s just too much by ourselves.
So, she lifted her arms and  “POOF!”  hundreds of elves!
I will leave all of you to build the workshop,
Then return with some food when the sun starts to drop.”

Now the elves being magic had, by the end of the day,
Completed the workshop and a place for the sleigh,
A home with a fire, a place for the elves,
A stable for reindeer and a room full of shelves.

Then the princess returned with the sleigh piled high
Full of cakes and confections and tasty cream pies,
Brownies with frosting, both chocolate and plain –
There were even some candies shaped like a cane!

When finally they finished the entire feast,
They all went to bed and fell fast asleep.
The very next day the princess came back
With more of the same, so they all had a snack.

Then Santa said, “We must start making the toys
For all of the children – the good girls and boys.
I’m afraid if I’m going to deliver them all
It will take all of winter and straight into fall.”

I’ve only one sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
So it will take me some time, likely most of the year!
The princess just smiled, said, “Here, give them these.
Then patiently wait and soon you will see.”

He fed them the oats she had given to him,
Then all of the reindeer just started to grin.
They leaped in the air and flew all around,
Then landed back safely onto the white ground.

She smiled as she said, “Now, for you, this new suit.
It’s red and it’s black and it’s magic to boot.
I also placed magic around your old sleigh,
So now, the whole trip will take just one day!”

The handsome young man looked at her as he paused,
“My name is Kris Kringle. The kids call me Claus.
I could never repay you for all you have done,
Just having you here to share was such fun.”

They sat by the fire, sometime later that night,
When Kris looked at her and said, “Please, be my wife.”
The next day they were married, but not by themselves,
For they had hundreds to witness and all of them elves.

Now The Queen of the Snow looked down from the sky,
She wiped away tears and sighed a long sigh.
She was never so happy for one orphan girl,
The sweet little baby with the beautiful curl……

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Tales for “Halloween”

 

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Danny

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rain pounded
lightning split
my head
open
bared my teeth
as pain shot
through me
screams
words
spoken
knife-pendulum arc
sound of wet flesh
steel hits bone
over and over and over

Danny put on fresh clothes
Danny go to town
Danny pick the red rose
for today you wear a frown

heart pounds
blood runs
down my face
the taste
as excitement shot
through me
dreams
deeds
spoken
in my head-not mine
sweat
feel hot flesh
steel hits bone
sex
in and out in and out

Danny pick a partner
Danny learn to dance
Danny tightly hold her
for today you’ll get the chance

voices guide me
can’t be touched
every thrust
makesMeSTRONGER
every soul
makesmeLiveLONGER
every time they try
to silence
me
~Another~
takes
my place

Danny close your eyes now
Danny rest a spell
Danny they don’t know you
For they’ve never lived your hell….

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The Fog

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So quiet in the city
When the mist rolls in
Darkness has no pity
So let the screams begin

Blood flowed down the city’s grates
To feed the sewer rats
As flesh was peeled for party Cates
To feed aristocrats

People locked their doors at night
When the fog set in
The madness has an appetite
A taste for human skin

Nothing’s safe upon the road
No corner you can hide
The mist lives by no moral code
Or law does it abide

It drives insane the normal ones
Turns kids to cannibals
The purest souls will come undone
Their thoughts so pliable

There’s something in the darkness
When the clouds hang low
What lies within is ageless
It comes from long ago

The brightest light won’t penetrate
Just lock you deep inside
And hook you just like fishing bait
Its confusion will misguide

It seers your flesh right from you
Leaves nothing but the bone
Living from the terror it drew
Your fear of the unknown

If you wonder what is out there
When the fog sets heaviest
Just think of your worst nightmare
Only enter if you must

They say it ends in fire
The final end of days
The prophecies are dire
But so is nature’s haze

So quiet in the country
When the mist rolls in
The darkness takes no pity
So let the screams begin……..

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Bloodlust

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I streak across an onyx sky
The clouds are hanging low
A perfect night for hunting
For unsuspecting souls

My thirst is at its peak this night
As bloodlust drives insane
The mental fabric of my being
Will cause this creature’s bane

Death does not scare the undead
Only the light of day
Will stop my bloody cravings
As flesh succumbs to flame

So close, I feel the ecstasy,
Unsuspecting in the dark
The living feels the chill of me
I can taste my victim’s heart

So fast, my task, I do employ
As my nails rip through their throat
To quiet any lingering
To strip my quarry’s hope

The madness reaches into me
I can feel my body change
The lucid redness of my eyes
The augmentation of my fangs

I sink them deep into their neck
I gulp heavily at first
As the drinking of their lifeblood
Begins to satisfy my thirst

I ease my grip of death from them
Letting fall the lifeless corpse
I wipe my lips upon my sleeve
Having staid from this night’s course

I return to where I came from
The hell from which I feed
Until there comes another night
To satisfy my need…

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The Gallows

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On your knees you wonder
Where the gallows rope will lay
Sins purged in the darkness
In the last moments you pray

Pray your pain’s soon over
Pray your spirit free
In the last breath that they give to you
You pray death holds the key

You fight from going crazy
As you walk that long last mile
So as the warden laughs at you
You look at him and smile

The hate within you boils
The sweat you can’t contain
It’s demons that you worship
As you spit the devil’s name

You’re led across the platform
Feel the door beneath your feet
The noose is tightly fitted
Soon death will taste so sweet

You know that death won’t hold you
Not even for a day
For you’re the debt collector
And they all have hell to pay

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The lever’s pulled,
The door swings back
The bone snaps in your neck
You embrace the cold, cold darkness, as everything turns black

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On their knees they wonder
As the ripping takes its toll
But you’re the debt collector
And payment is their soul…..

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Death’s Garden

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You need not believe in heaven
But know there is a hell
When the raven calls a name this night
You better listen well

In death there comes a madness
For what is left behind
A lust for flesh and feeling
Blood envy, well defined

When walking through death’s garden
The chill upon your back
Are the eyes of hell’s own minions
Flying silent wings of black

A cold and chiseled headstone
Means nothing to the dead
But the wrath of desecration
Is a curse upon your head

Step lightly on the fresh graves
Death lingers in the dirt
Penetrating exposed flesh
As it patiently perverts

You think that death is final
As it feeds the living’s hate
Opening the gates of hell
As it slowly strangulates

We’ve failed the test of sanctity
Satan’s time has finally come
The fight of light and darkness
Armageddon has begun

Listen in the graveyard
As the dead will laugh at you
Knowing that their time is nigh’
And there’s nothing you can do….

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Halloween Hill

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Up on Halloween Hill
in the town of Old Crow
where the goblins dance
and pumpkins glow,
the pale moonlight
hangs bright and low,
casts its mysterious magic
on the world below.

Up on Halloween Hill
in the dark of the night,
in the month of October
when all are a-fright,
comes the 31st day
to all witches delight,
spirits, specters and ghouls
have been known to take flight.

But do not be frightened
of the day nor the deeds,
it’s a long-standing tradition
that one simply must heed.
Remain in your house,
a curfew decreed,
or those ghastly old ghoulies
will take chase, guaranteed!

A late night encounter
or a terror-filled peek
at what no longer lives
and what no longer breathes,
but walk, just the same,
on this horrible eve
to terrify all
whom dare not to believe.

Up on Halloween Hill,
in the town of Old Crow,
the young sometimes wander
even though they’re told, “No!”
But the mystery enchants,
so they just have to go,
most of them lost
to the fright-night’s shadows.

I’ve heard shrieks that race downhill,
they zigzag through the air,
after some foolish child
caught fast unaware.
They last but a minute,
but will give quite a scare,
in the town of Old Crow —
I think you know where!

I tell you this story,
so listen and hear,
take a little advice,
just forget and steer clear.
Lock yourself in your home,
keep your loved ones real near,
turn the lights way down dim,
try not to tremble with fear.

Just whatever you do,
please try to forego,
let the 31st pass —
Do not venture! Oh No!
For what lurks on that hill
in the town of Old Crow
is for Halloween ghosties
and witches to know.

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“ THE DRAGON AND THE BUTTERFLY”

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The Willow

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I came upon a willow
And I asked, “Sir,
“Why do you so weep?”
Then he cleared his throat,
Wiped his tears,
As he softly said to me:

“I’ve seen the Red Man’s spirit
Burned within his hand,
I’ve seen a free Man sold here
Then shackled to the land,
I’ve seen two brothers, kill each other,
Wearing blue and wearing gray—

And the worst part, Sir, about all this
Is I can’t turn the other way.”

“I’ve seen some mighty creatures
Killed with guns or left in traps
For nothing more than the sport of it
Or put a coat upon your back.”

“I’ve seen my quiet brothers
Felled with axe and cut at will,
Not caring about the outcome
Till the last ones in the mill.”

“I’ve seen the land and waterways
Spoiled, so I cannot recognize,
And the sun will never shine the same
With all the pollution in the skies.”

He started to go on and on,
But I heard all I could hear,
So I stopped his truthful renderings
With a tug and with a tear.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said to him,
“But I’m the one your story names–
That the honesty your words convey
Have left me feeling quite ashamed.”

He slowly lowered his branches,
He gently wiped my eye,
His leaves began to rustle
As he sighed a long, long sigh.

“This is what’s confusing,
The reason that I weep,
Is I’ve never seen another race
With such compassion, yet so oblique.”

“You have the power to change things–
For this you are unique.
You have the power to stop right now
If it is truly what you seek.”

Those were the last words that he spoke to me.
He never spoke again
So now I share those words of wisdom
Coming from an old, old friend……

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Sprite

received_1429885330378273.jpegI stood at the edge of the pond

Where the bullfrogs howl, as the wind whispered through the pines

Where the green frogs hide amongst the bones of the earth

Listening I could hear the music, faint in the darkness

As I watched you dance

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Then all at once you were gone

As the night swallowed you up

I stood alone

Where the green frogs hide amongst the bones of the earth

Where the bullfrogs howl, as the wind whispered through the pines

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Fairytales

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Someone once told me
There are no such things as fairytales
Just words on paper brought to life in dreams

Fairytales are not just words on a page
For they start long before the first ink is spilled
Before the quill is dipped
When the parchment lay blank

Fairytales are not fireflies growing voices
But rather the soft flutter of leaves
Dancing to and fro in the breeze
Fairytales don’t start in the clouds
They quietly push themselves out of the ground
As they reach for the sun

Fairytales aren’t absorbed from the outside
Coming to life as they work their way in
They start on the inside
Exploding out like fireworks
In a dark summer sky
Painting multicolored pictures on one’s eye

Fairytales are more than dreams
They are the reality of reaching our goals
They are not running from
They are running to
Shaking off the darkness that pursues us
The chains that would bind us to one place

If fairytales weren’t real
Then clouds would just be clouds
All the flowers would smell the same
The birds wouldn’t be able to sing
If fairytales weren’t real
Everything would be just black and white

But everything isn’t just black and white

Someone once told me
There are no such things as fairytales
But someone blew me a kiss
I saw it grow butterfly wings
Dance across the meadow
To land on my cheek
Now every night the dragons dance
Around the moon
Chasing their tails like shooting stars
And the fireflies spell out your name
As they skip across a field of wildflowers

So make your wish
Dream your dreams
Don’t ever give up hope
But most of all
BELIEVE
Believe in fairytales…..

©2010 Abe Rossi, All rights reserved.

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Christmas Magic

Wanted this out ahead of time…!

Abraham L. Rossi Jr.

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We’ve all heard the stories of the magical land:
Tales of Rudolph, Frosty and a jolly old man.
But part of the story that you may not know,
Is something that happened a long time ago.

It happened when Santa was still very young,
A sleigh full of orphans just out for some fun
They were rounding a corner far from the town,
When the wind started blowing and the snow falling down.

It was snowing so hard you could not see a thing,
So to keep up their spirits, they started to sing.
Now, what happened next is a mystery, they say.
For no one saw the basket blow off of the sleigh.

The basket was lifted high in the air,
Into the sky – With snow everywhere!
Blown miles and miles and miles from town,
Then coming to rest on the cold, winter ground.

It lay…

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“A Leap of Faith”

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We’ve lost our faith in fellow man
So we look up to the sky
To put our faith in His command
Yet His word we misapply

When we look to find His meaning
Look at me, then look at you
It’s a simple, soulful, gleaning
In finding what is true…

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“Forbidden Fruit”

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If my name were Adam
If your name was Eve
I would eat every apple
Until you believed

Until you could see me
For just what I am
Until it came clear
That I’m not the same man

I’d stand naked before you
So your heart it would see
That the person that loves you
Has always been me….

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The Clown

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There’s a clown in the swamp
Where the alligators lay
His smile will never fade
There’s a door, with a sore
That he’s opened before
Filled-
with the bills, he’s not paid

There’s a fair, unaware
There’s a moth in her hair
Her buzzing never fades
Till her grin stumbles in
Like it knows where she’s been
Conscious-
of its own escapades

They greed on the need
Whenever, together
The heart is always betrayed
Yet, its together they see
Alone there’s no soul
Just games that are so often played….

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“I Never Will Say”

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I wanted to tell you
Life took you away
Now I’m sitting here feeling
What I never will say

I kept it inside
Feeling you knew
Now I never will tell you
How much I love you

All the times that I felt it
I should have just said
Now the moments have passed me
The words feel dead

I wanted to tell you
Life took you away
Now I’m sitting here thinking
What I never will say

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Twilight Whispers

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The twilight whispers,
your name.
As the stars blink bright for me.
With my ear pressed against the night
I listen for the slow breath of dawn
for that faint heartbeat,
that not even the dark may silence.
As the colors,
stolen by the night
return to my eyes, I see the beauty
of the morning.
I hear music in the softness of your breaths
I feel the warmth of the sun on my face
as your eyes open.
Can life offer any more pleasures than
your smile?
Can words have any more meaning than
your name?
Is it simplistic of me to think?
I have felt all there is,
in you.
I am a shadow
you are the light that creates me
I am the twilight that whispers
your name.
For you are the slow breaths of dawn

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Love Always Wins

We could splash across your happiness
Climb through mountains of despair
Together wade through everything
Dripping lovedrops everywhere

So

If you would just give me the word
Maybe mark a place to start
I would put your hand inside my hand
Then together
Cross your heart


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