Christmas Star

Its Christmas time may Heav’n descend,
So light may shine and darkness end,
Too soon for myrrh and frankincense,
The loss of life and innocence.

The Christ child comes and we prepare,
Yet, family and friends despair,
Why falling tinsel; reddened bow,
Would cause such anguished tears to flow.

A death that is untimely come,
If not to us; it is to some,
Yes, end of life for all is sure,
The evil one, but why the pure?

Our reason for the Christmas day,
A Christ for us to show the way,
The resurrection, not the birth,
Not earthly life; eternal worth!

While we are here protect each one,
From dawn’s pure light to setting sun,
And, hold your loved ones near and far,
 In awe of one bright Christmas star!


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 19, 2012

Once Again

Once Again

 Why is there never “happy” in goodbyes,

The heart just tears in two; although it tries-
To set a strong resolve upon the face,
When you must give that final love’s embrace.

Yet, you’ve received a gift within your heart,

Don’t tarry long on moments when you part,
Each laugh and smile you’ve known will make you grin.
Until you see your loved one once again.

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 9, 2012

By Your Side

By Your Side

New baby boy, just close your eyes,
I’ll sing you soft, sweet lullabies,
Your papa’s here and he will be,
Like me with you eternally.

You’re ours forever; here we go!
With little smiles, and eyes that glow,
But, soon you’ll hold your head upright,
And try to crawl right out of sight.

Yet, we’ll be here both night and day,
To hold you close, and watch you play,
These days we grasp for they will fly,
In time they all seem to whisk by.

“So baby, baby, look at me”,
“This is your Mama, can you see?”
“That through each rise or ebbing tide,”
“I’ll be forever by your side!”

Peter Lowell Paulson
December 6, 2012

Oh Mark This Time – Sonnet XXI

Oh Mark This Time – Sonnet XXI


Oh mark this time, please mark this time,
This nation, and this planet here,
We want a life so sweet; sublime,
To kiss each day as oh, so dear,
This is our goal, and fondest bent,
To use the gold from others’ work,
And, worry not on how it’s spent,
All labor in our own we shirk,
Come on! Pick up a broom and sweep!
Machines are broke; then have some pride,
To move yourself; no, don’t you weep,
When you’re alone you’re on your side,
With energy you see the sun,
And, now you can protect each one!


Peter Lowell Paulson
December 3, 2012

Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day

Pumpkins, autumn leaves adorn,
Woolen socks and sweaters worn,
Cats entwined around you sit,
Logs within the fireplace lit.

A time remembered; parent’s home,
As toward the hearth your heart would roam,
Cares just seemed to melt away,
At rest upon Thanksgiving Day.

And now we gather, shop and store,
To bake the pies and rolls once more,
This treasured time is oh, so near,
Of holding close your family dear.

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 21, 2012

Anticipation

Anticipation

Mere days before grandchild is born,
Soon ‘til be a birthday morn,
Excitement in our heart we keep,
Grandma finds it hard to sleep!

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 17, 2012

Pursuit of Happiness – Sonnet XXI

Pursuit of Happiness – Sonnet XXI


Are we a nation torn anew?
Such hateful taunts we all abhor,
A colored map of red and blue,
Defining now our civil war?
With later ads of violence,
Could we not sense or obviate,
True want of work or recompense,
How can we steer our ship of state?
It’s time to look at those we love,
Across this deep divided sea,
Yes, look for guidance up above!
A family we wish to be,
To work, and strive through all duress,
In our pursuit of happiness.


Peter Lowell Paulson
November 13, 2012