The lost of innocence is always sad but inevitable.

Yes this is an amazing poem and brought a tear to my eye as I wondered how I ever had any hope when I was younger.... never believing in so many things because of dysfunctional unhappy adults who ruined childhood for me and many many others.

Very touching and such an important message!  Thank-you for sharing that on this night before Christmas....

SylviART

Agree with Gabbi. The whole poem is great though - you had a sip of the Holy Mead. I refer to Norse mythology. Odin is the god of poetry and more than once he, and the other poets' god Bragi (yes, why not have two gods for the same thing), drink from that Holy Mead a lot. That's mythology of course, what I want to say is: you have the gift.

Apart from old songtexts (not of the kind to publish here & now) I only wrote two English poems in '89/'90. One was called 'Trees' and got lost, last line was, 'Man breaths them in and dreams of peace.' (Meaning when sleeping outdoors you breath in their scents and peaceful vibes.) Another one I published in an old MySpace blog, when I stumble on it I'll post it again, last line was: 'Wisdom that I'll dig for in my grave'. Allrigt, ta, bye Jon.

If you believe in him then he still lives.

Hey Jon,

This is good stuff. Thanks for sharing!

Vance

Happy Holidays everyone.

I believe the commercialism aspect of Christmas has caused a situation of competition amongst parents whom have issues perhaps in thier relationship to buy gifts not of emotional worth but of dollar value and size to out do each other.

Lost in all of this is the imagination and thoughtfulness as Christmas is for children and a time for families, friends and love ones to gather and enjoy a meal, share laughs, stories along with a drink or two.

It is unfortunate that with all that has happened and continues to happen equating to the breakdown in society at all levels that the very thing children have always looked forward is lost and the spirit of Christmas going along with it in some cases as families are not together as they once were.

Your poem was well written and I hope from it those whom hold this holiday season dear still practice the idea of Santa being alive to thier children.

peace,

DMSe

Emperor Selassie II

Balance & Completion

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we all hate the terrible day we find out the truth but it almost seems like a cycle of life doesn't it well rok on jon.......peaceandlove,

                     matthew

I have been Santa for over 25 years now.

My kids have grown but still have my grandchildren. :)

I have been blessed to be able to go to a nursing home ot two.

Had a 100 year old woman sit on my lap and she cried,  She wondered where I had been all these years. Made me wonder the same thing.

As long as there are sleigh bells, snowflakes, and most of all faith, there always will be a Santa Claus. Once I decide to put away my red suit I will hand it down to my son.

I read this  -I laughed  -I  "aww'd"  ...and then -I cried.  This year -BOTH, my 12 year old son and my 10 year old daughter expressed that "They know" ...because some teen on my son's bus made fun of him for still believing -and my daughter figured it out while talking with some of her friends at school  -they apparently discussed that santa couldn't be real, because -if he was, they would be allowed to have a "christmas" party in school and be allowed to SAY the word -"Christmas" without losing points ...especially if he's supposed to be someone 'THAT' important! 

There is a sad -twisted, relation between ignorance and the bliss of innocence.

The whole in loss that I felt while reading your poem was just overwhelming and it made my face leak.    -yeah yeah yeah.... I'm a sap-ass -but I'm a WICKED sap ass, Damnit!    

Gore-ate write!!

Wicked Best Wishes to You -and Your's

~Dd

I love this poem and I actually love all your poems. You have a true talent!! I hope you have a Merry Christmas:) Peace:) Jillian

awww i loved your proem i never had that problem though my mom was always a strickt christain and from the get go she had told us santa isnt real lol funny part was standing with groups of freinds and hearing them say santa this and that

both me and my sister would look at them oddly and say

um santa not real

they would get a worried on there face and be like

yes he is!!!!

we'd look at them funny and say

um no your mom and dad buys the gifts for you go see for yourself stay up and night and walk in there room lol oh and dont forget to ask your mom for a bike im sure you'll get it

then they'd walk away like they wanted to cry

it was funny to us but not to them lol and yes i know sad isnt it?

Charlie, your poem sure rings some truth, and the bells are ringing of hope too.  We're free to feel, we're free to believe, yet when our hope or freedom becomes lost, so may our dreams, or life, or heart.  My hearts been a broken, this I know, but I still have hope, and just cause somethings broken doesn't mean its gone. 

I hope your warm, and alright.  Merry Christmas, and have a happy New Year!  -Artie

Very well done poem. I remember having the heart of a child, the faith that love and hope exists in a man who could travel around the world in a single night who wore a red suit and laughed all the time. I remember having that ripped from me at the age of 7 as I found that he doesn't exist and that the world is more than just cruel, but brutal as well.

I pray that children in the future can keep their innocence longer as those from our era try to realize that innocence should be protected, and I envy those who are stuck with a childlike mentality for their entire lives. They may not be "normal" but at least they will never know the pain and suffering that this life brings in the loss of innocence.

man you are one great poet i think you have some of the best poems i have ever read and this poem about the fact of dieing some many time s in life is one of the most thought provcating poems i have ever read you are very talented great poem

HELLO MY FELLOW POET!

WHAT A WONDERFUL POEM LOVED IT !

GREAT ONE I MUST SAY!

MERRY CHRISTMAS !

This is a great poem! You won't be able to find a teenager or adult out here who can't relate to the first time they learned about santa.

Keep writing,

Honeycomb

awww beautiful poem... its a shame that theres so much emphasis placed on santa at xms time. cos as soon as you find out about santa, xmas loses alot of meaning.

well it did for me anyway

xx

i sometimes feel "hope" passed me by along time ago, but to be where im at...i guess hope exist somewhere and somehow...i died @ 17..but i never really feel like did per se....we all still have that "child" within us...we all gotta keep faith..

these hit home for me..

Now someone told me love's a lie
when I died at age 23
A girl who couldn't tell me why
I thought that was the cruelest thing

And I've heard rumors
that hope's a lie
Well, I hope that information
never comes to me
If you can tell me this,
then tell me why…
it means so much to me

great piece jon...cheers