The Post Christmas Poetry Competition 2002

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smiley - santaChristmassmiley - snowman Poetry Competition 2002

There's only one more week for you to get your Christmas Poetry to us for the competition. All you have to do is write, and send in an original poem, and then a vote will be taken by the readers of the Post to find out which poem they prefer. You should supply your researcher name and your reseacher number when sending in a poem. The winner will be announced in the Christmas Issue of the Post.


  • The last day of entry for the competition is TUESDAY 10th DECEMBER 2002
  • Poems MUST be your own work
  • Voting will start on Thursday 12th December 2002 and finish on Tuesday 17th December 2002
  • Only one vote per researcher will be accepted, and you cannot vote for your own work.
  • If there is a tied vote, then the Post will cast the deciding vote.
  • All entries will be displayed in the Post during the forthcoming weeks.
  • The winning entry will be announced in the Christmas Edition of The Post, on Thursday 19th December 2002

E-Mail your poems to [email protected].
Please write POST POEM in the subject line...

Happy creating folks!!!

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Three Entries This Week

War At Christmas

We're all dreaming of a Christmas that's white,

But there are countries where at Christmas they fight.

For them, the blanket over the ground is red,

Not snow, but blood of the injured, dying and dead.

There are bells that ring there at Christmas time,

The bells are gun, and they've rung always, it's a crime!

Killing and murdering, dying and death are the gifts,

All these wars cause hatred, killing and yet deeper rifts.

The tinsel is the injured, orphaned children, alone,

Children who've never seen peace, and war's all that's known.

Christmas carols there are torture and punishment;

A friendly conversation there is drowned by deadly argument.

The holly and the ivy are suffering and pain,

A world to die in, though there's nothing to gain.

The Christmas tree is a family split in two,

They must kill brother, sister, what can they do?

But Christmas there is still a time of giving,

They give each other death, misery, and stop living.

Christmas ribbons cover gifts of death as well,

They are the deadly attractions that appeal to Hell.

War is ripping countries, families, worlds apart,

Is this the Christmas spirit that's close to your heart?

The Christmas cracker are the mines left behind,

They kill innocent children, but here we don't mind.

Are you prepared to let this continuously continue?

Will you sit back and say "Merry Christmas"? What'll you do?

The Christmas cake there is cruel and does kill,

Does this seem right to you? Life's going downhill!

The Christmas spirit is kill and be killed killing,

They're not freeing, they're murdering and imprisoning.

The Christmas joy can only be felt when dead,

For how can you be happy with murder in your head?

Christmas comes once a year here, but over there,

The Christmas murder happens everyday, always, everywhere.

Christmas parties are battles, death and fights;

They're full of death's noise, there's no 'silent night'.

Joy to the world, for them, death will come.

Is this the Christmas carol that you will hum?

Try and help those who'll never know peace,

And pray that at least at Christmas, war will cease.

By Bluebottle

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Have yourself a very sorry Christmas

Snow is falling all around me,

Cars are snarled up in the jam.

When I get there trolleys laden,

Will then delay my dinner time.

Santa's vetted for child protection,

Giving teachers a few weeks pay.

It's a shame the season of goodwill,

Makes us so careful what we say.

Carol singers, sing of Krisha,

Veggie dishes for Hindu friends.

It's a pity I must work this Christmas

Happy holiday, message ends.

By Demon Drawer

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Around Christmas

Around Xmas..



Bloody Queues..

Get right up my throat..

and down to my scroat.

Especially if you have to send parcels anywhere as you cannot rely on the post...

Around Xmas.

Around Xmas..



Bloody Queues..


Around Xmas.

Around Xmas..

Xmas really lasts..

between 8:30 and 10:00 on Xmas day.

The rest is just pay, pay, pay..

And.. its just to displace the pagan 'Mid Winter' festival too... 'cause Jesus wasn't born in

that season anyway.

Around Xmas.

Around Xmas..

To summarise..

I don’t like mince pies..

and especially the queues..

and post..

and cost..

and the general removal of all human feelings replaced by greed and grab,

grab, grab..

All HumBug !...

and.. Fact is stranger than Friction !!

Around Xmas.

By StainlessRider

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