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December 6th

Not the most festive of poems, but Immortality by Clare Harner is one of my absolute favorites:

Do not stand
.....By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
.....I do not sleep-
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you wake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
.....By my grave, and cry-
I am not there,
.....I did not die.
December 6th

Not the most festive of poems, but Immortality by Clare Harner is one of my absolute favorites:

Do not stand
.....By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
.....I do not sleep-
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you wake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
.....By my grave, and cry-
I am not there,
.....I did not die.
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[b]Day 6 - Poetry Night[/b] I quite like this one by Anne Sexton, I think of one of my dearest characters when I read it ^_^ [emoji=sun size=1] Yellow When they turn the sun on again I'll plant children under it, I'll light up my soul with a match and let it sing. I'll take my bones and polish them, I'll vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called [i]Yellow[/i] and put my lips down to drink it up, I'll feed myself spoonfuls of heat and everyone will be home playing with their wings and the planet will shudder with all those smiles and there will be no poison anywhere, no plague in the sky and there will be a mother-broth for all of the people and we will never die, not one of us, we'll go on won't we?
Day 6 - Poetry Night

I quite like this one by Anne Sexton, I think of one of my dearest characters when I read it ^_^

Yellow

When they turn the sun on
again I'll plant children
under it, I'll light up my soul
with a match and let it sing. I'll
take my bones and polish them, I'll
vacuum up my stale hair, I'll
pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll
write a poem called Yellow and put
my lips down to drink it up, I'll
feed myself spoonfuls of heat and
everyone will be home playing with
their wings and the planet will
shudder with all those smiles and
there will be no poison anywhere, no plague
in the sky and there will be a mother-broth
for all of the people and we will
never die, not one of us, we'll go on
won't we?
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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66090252][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/660903/66090252_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center]The Holidays are near And they are filled with cheer As they swoop and flip and fly Some garland here, some icicles there And a happy gleam in their eye[/center] This is about my dragon Mistle!! Over the years they have easily become of my favorite dragons to gain comfort from. Plus they are the perfect Christmas dragon!
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The Holidays are near
And they are filled with cheer
As they swoop and flip and fly
Some garland here, some icicles there
And a happy gleam in their eye

This is about my dragon Mistle!! Over the years they have easily become of my favorite dragons to gain comfort from. Plus they are the perfect Christmas dragon!
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My mother used to recite this every day on the way to school...

This is the beginning of a new day.
I can waste it or use it for good.
What I do today is important because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever,
leaving in its place whatever I have traded for it.
I vow that it will be gain, not loss;
good, not evil; success, not failure —
in order that I shall not regret the price I paid for this day.

Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 2!
My mother used to recite this every day on the way to school...

This is the beginning of a new day.
I can waste it or use it for good.
What I do today is important because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever,
leaving in its place whatever I have traded for it.
I vow that it will be gain, not loss;
good, not evil; success, not failure —
in order that I shall not regret the price I paid for this day.

Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 2!
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Never put your faith in a Prince.
When you require a miracle,
trust in a Witch.
Poem: Came back home, I was tired and cold The winter's air had a nip Came back home, Warmed up in the dorm Finished with my horseback riding and to my delight: on this cold, cold night horse themed cupcakes awaited (a poem about my partner making me horse themed cupcakes bc they know horses are my beloved creachures. Here's a picture!! :D [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/39b63b7bd1185afb1ea0f668df8bbbf1/a4eacdc6ceafdc33-8e/s2048x3072/e3078bed2dcdb81191f4a189f9d4595eb1277dad.jpg[/img] they're so cute [emoji=obelisk star size=1]) [center][color=82a8a3][b][size=4]Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th[/size][/b][/color] [color=574338]My Choice of Dragon: 1! [/color][/center]
Poem:
Came back home,
I was tired and cold
The winter's air had a nip
Came back home,
Warmed up in the dorm
Finished with my horseback riding
and to my delight:
on this cold, cold night
horse themed cupcakes awaited

(a poem about my partner making me horse themed cupcakes bc they know horses are my beloved creachures. Here's a picture!! :D
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they're so cute )
Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 1!
Day 6 - Poetry Night
Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 3

Winter Wonderland by Joseph T. Renaldi

There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
Day 6 - Poetry Night
Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 3

Winter Wonderland by Joseph T. Renaldi

There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
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Day 6 - Poetry Night

You said 'beloved' so that immediately made me think of one of my fav poems from Abarat by Clive Barker.

Witch, do this for me:
Find me a moon made of longing.
Then cut it sliver thin,
and having cut it,
hang it high above my beloved's house,
so that she may look up tonight
and see it,
and seeing it, sigh for me
as i sigh for her,
moon or no moon.
Day 6 - Poetry Night

You said 'beloved' so that immediately made me think of one of my fav poems from Abarat by Clive Barker.

Witch, do this for me:
Find me a moon made of longing.
Then cut it sliver thin,
and having cut it,
hang it high above my beloved's house,
so that she may look up tonight
and see it,
and seeing it, sigh for me
as i sigh for her,
moon or no moon.
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Day 6 - Poetry Night

Well, I tried.

Cinnamon scents and holly leaves,
The dazzling lights on the Christmas tree.
People gathering, stories told,
And all seem young, even the old
As they stop and enjoy the season
Taking time to remember the reason
That they have gathered on this night.
To celebrate their victories,
To celebrate the year,
To celebrate what some consider
The most wonderful time of the year.
Day 6 - Poetry Night

Well, I tried.

Cinnamon scents and holly leaves,
The dazzling lights on the Christmas tree.
People gathering, stories told,
And all seem young, even the old
As they stop and enjoy the season
Taking time to remember the reason
That they have gathered on this night.
To celebrate their victories,
To celebrate the year,
To celebrate what some consider
The most wonderful time of the year.
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[ Day 6 - Poetry Night ]
A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 3
[ Day 6 - Poetry Night ]
A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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Dragon Raffle Entry for Dec 6th
My Choice of Dragon: 3
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this poem really hit me many years ago...

(I just searched for it and can't watch the video rn, I think that's the right one)
this poem really hit me many years ago...

(I just searched for it and can't watch the video rn, I think that's the right one)
art of a yellow winged cat standing on a book, linking to the thread the badge was froma fake item ribbon with trans and rainbow flag colors linking to a thread with more ribbons/art of a traveling Light flight Spiral dragon linking to the artist
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