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The star upon the Christmas tree is the sun

So very bright
And ever so high

Joy gleaming from that very star
Showing you who you really are

The star upon your Christmas tree is family

A symbol of love and happiness
And memories you won’t forget

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Rudolph’s nose, oh how it glows
It shines the night and reminds me of an apple.
The apple shines when you wash it off
It sits there all year, all eternity.
The apple is rotting away, turning brown
Rudolph’s nose will lose its shine and then....
Rudolphs nose will get thrown away and replaced
Just like an apple.
People say an apple a day keeps the bad guys away
(Doctors)
Others say Rudolph’s nose keeps the blitzens away

Ps. It’s a joke from the cartoon, blitzen hates Rudolph so his nose keeps blitzed away

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Oh the snow,
a white fluffy cloud.

Moving slowly, standing out.
When will it be gone.
Glistening in the sunlight.
Going away the next day, dark wet and dreary.

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A Christmas tree is a big parking garage
All the ornaments docked for the month,
Each row unique from the rest
But I don’t know what’s the best
Drinking water to stay alive
Free of charge
Many levels depending on size
Might even find a surprise,
Lower level filled with specialties
Wait until that special day
And all that wait will be worth
On the top the special one where the heli is parked
Marked with the symbol of the sky

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The wintry mix falls down off the trees and the clouds.The precipitation is paper flattening out on the ground.The vapor turns in to ice similar to rice. The joyful flurry can be turned into a man. It is sometimes blurry to see a person. The flake looks similar to vanilla cake. When it heats up the whiteout is covered up.

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Future is bright, and personality.
As her figure melts away, a plate holds the remains.
Jews respect on a holiday.
Slim and tall, she stands in a line as the holder tilts rocking back and forth.
Her true colors remain anonymous until others fade away.
As something above, not beneath, provides a sense of heat.
Mighty and strong, similar to string lights, the others faded in the distance, she lights the night.

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A softball
Fliess high
and fast or
waddles slowly
on the ground.

It may attack
Or it may
go right past you.

Looking the same
as a little yellow animal.

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Winter is a paper shredder,
Snow being the paper,
Paper usually gets shredded but not all the time,
Sometimes we are left with no paper to be recycled,
Other times we have too much paper,
We can’t always tell when the long strips of paper are going to come down but we always want to know,
Sometimes we think we know but are never right,
We always try but mostly don’t get the right answer,
We have to come together to come to a consensus,
But some have other ways to get the answer,

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I am a book
A page is to look
Each has a story
It may be full of sadness
But can be kindness
Or it could be mischievous
As the days go a page comes
As a page comes a story is told
As it is told a story is unfold

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She is a plasma ball,

shooting beams of light,

Elemental light,

Heat and warmth,

She  empowers sight

In a pocket of the darkness,

She battles night.

Born in the East,

She always returns,

To her true home.

And there she burns

Off her anger, hate and ire,

And becomes…

Something more

A blazing, beacon of warmth

She rises and sets,

A fire of hope,

Her glow is the best

The small wannabes

Bow to her,

And never,

Never will she rest.

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An ice skate
Flies through the air

It spins and turns
While everyone stares

It sticks  the landing
And everyone applauds

As the performance ends
It ends up looking like a shooting star

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Winter is here,
Winter is coming.
Winter is a breeze,
Coming and going.
Blowing past,
Without a “goodbye”.
Swishing around,
A blanket of fluff.
Nothing to see.

Only white.
Savor it now.
While it’s here.
Winter can leave.
As fast as it came.
Winter is here,
Winter is coming.

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Fortnite is a flytrap
Once in the trap you cannot escape
Maybe it’s one made with fruit and tape
Many are stuck in the trap as you see
But the fruit looks so rewarding
And soon your stuck to it’s deadly flooring

Fortnite is a flytrap
You come close and do not wish to leave
Maybe it’s one with the light and a shock you receive
You might see one fall victim to the trap
But you can’t resist the glow
And soon the consequence you know

Post Script:
This poem was not written because I like Fortnite, but because I absolutely despise it and want to express what it is doing to the youth population.

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Snowflakes are magic
falling from the sky.
They come when it’s cold
and they catch your eye.

Each one is unique
in its own special way.
They cast a magic spell
and then they go away.

They drift down from above
and enchant you.

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A diamond shines bright similar to the star on my Christmas tree. Almost as bright as the suns reflection on the crisp white snow.

The diamond symbolizes happiness and family, joy and peace.
Diamonds catch your attention similar to little kids blowing out their 10th birthday candle.

The police cars flashing lights remind me of a 10 karrot diamond, just without noise. Diamonds remind me of the white streetlights in downtown Hershey.

Diamonds are a sign of richness and wealth, but if you find it out in the wilderness you will be considered extremely lucky.

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Shake, shake, like a baby’s rattle.
Jingle, jingle, loud and clear.

I see it rolling sadly along the floor.
I see a set of eyes in the tree
like eyes peeping out the door.

Suddenly, the lights go off
A pitch black eclipse and I hear a thump.
And again and again.
When I turn on another light, and the tree is bare.

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The butterfly beat its wings
And so the wind now sings
The sound of mourning
It sings its warning
That winter is on its way

A single flake now falls
The blanket now appalls
The ones inside
They try to hide
Yet are borne away on fear

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A shadow approaches.
An image of strength.
Black eyes,
Black soul,
Comes to take a victim.
Slinking toward,
Heinous intentions.
Powerful, cunning,
Threatening.
Comes closer.
The bullet shoots through the water,
Teeth bared
Makes it's mark,
Shearing flesh and bone.
Surging pain!
Rapid pulse,
Futile struggles.
You can’t escape the shadow.

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Animals are apples
Alluring and appealing
All atrociously amazing
And all attract attention

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Bugs be buffalo
Big bad buffalo
Because buffalo be big bad bugs

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Rodents remain rabbits
Rabbits reek really revoltingly
Rodents run repulsively
Really, rodents remain rabbits

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Insect is imbecile
Intellect isn’t itsidiosyncrasy
Itch is inconveniencing.

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Some problems bring you to a room,
They may be dark and quiet  with nothing
But a small bulb,
Waiting to be turned on
And in these dark times
One can find a way through.
If only one remembers to turn on the light.

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My mind is a pigeon
Not sure what to choose.
Switching the choice in a matter of minutes when I choose it,
Always confused.
Carelessly making decisions,
Regretting them later.
Wandering through life aimlessly,
Whimsical and clueless.
Always laughing,
Always happy.

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Her soul is nightfall,
Quiet and mysterious,
You never know what will happen,
In the darkness,
behind the barricades of her soul,
She cries,
Because everyone leaves her,
And they wait for day to arrive.

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She is the waves,
She teams with fish,
Life,
Glory!
The crests of white
Spin high
Her soul.
She shines and glistens in the morning glow.
She is special
She is usual.
Her feelings are not to be denied
Or she’ll drag you down
To the deep depths of her revenge.
Beware of this one, or you’ll be sorry,
But make friends with her, and you’ll be happy!

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“The cat’s shadow”

The cat crept silently through the night

A living shadow followed close behind

Shaped just like its mother

The shadow watched it’s mother hunt prey

The silent copy of the cat instinctively crouched down

As it haunched it’s legs it crept closer and closer

To the mouse’s demise

The doomsayer pounced

The shadow didn’t even flinch when the mouse met its demise

The cat licked her kitten and shadow

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the Thunderstorm is a wild a horse.

Bolting to different areas.
Pounding it’s hooves to the earth.

Wild and free forever.
No ropes to hold it back.

It’s eyes hold power.
It’s spirit goes wherever it pleases,
Whenever it pleases.
Nobody can capture it.

It will take very little breaks,
And when it does, they are over almost immediately.
Once again racing against the wind.
Nowhere it really needs to be.
Never lost.

The thunderstorm is a Horse.
So very wild and free.

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The moody child is angry today
And opens up to nobody.

One day they give you everything
And the  next they keep it to themselves.

Always screeching
Never laughing.

Locking themselves away from society
Until you spin them around.
And CLICK

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The two of them constantly in a battle.
Never ending always wanting the spotlight.
One helps us see the other is an amazing place to explore.
Ones vicious fueled with flames, and the other cool and cold ready with battle scars all over.
This battle is never ending no one seems to win it’s been going on since the beggining off time.
Each wanting our attention hoping praying they will stay in there place but only the other will be feeling sorrowful.