Just 3 days before the earth completes its evolution
calendar numerals with maximum numbers
one of which is the peak found in all 12 cycles
and the other, the highest of all months
It’s a day when birth among all things
becomes the protocol officer to nature
and a new life full of promise and expectations
results from the shading of history’s skin
A day when
the sun chills with the living matters
of the hills before going to bed
when the clouds hold hands in same rhythm
marveling to an added blessing the earth just received
when the tides of the waters rise up high
in complete salute to this majestic new entry
He is a pace setter, a trail blazer and a king
he breaths out the commanding charisma of a leader
housing a thousand qualities of a champion
and wearing a million features of a god
From three hundred and sixty five rotations
one becomes slower and closer to the sun
and its natural satellite rigid in awe
all because the legend has arrived
happy birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to you,
the Maiden of October!
I hope it's a grand one,
and it will never be over!
So unicorns are your fancy,
hope they offer hues of pink, violet, and blue;
Of course the horn must be golden,
and it's hair a silky silver so new!
Hope that on this day you visit
the Unicorn and fly over the rainbow once again;
Into the arms of the clouds and sunshine,
taking a walk with the wind, your very close friend!
Happy Birthday to you,
the Maiden of October!
I hope it's the best one you've ever had,
and that you find your four-leaf clover!
c2013 Julie Rasley (for Poet Destroyer's contest, Birthday Girl; 10/7/13)
Hope you have the best birthday ever, Linda!! You're such a talented poet and deserve the very best in love and life :-) Your Friend, Julie
The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary
of Herod's malicious intent...so they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip!
They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found!
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!
Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him,
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!
They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang,
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!
Written on December 16, 2012
“In time I came. In time I go.
I celebrate my odyssey, June.
I would leave all I ever in the hands of
Times gone by. Then, shout never to be there.
My retinue high with expectation saw my
Prevail. They with sorrow would see my
Friends, Birthday we celebrate.
Death day we celebrate.
We live for an age. Nevertheless, we die in
You are extreme in beauty
perfected by builders who constructed all
your planking with pine trees from Ivory coast
and made a mast for you out of the combined crafts
from brown ebony and snake wood.
Out of the oaks from Bashan your Oars are made
and from the cypress wood of Cyprus
your decks crafted and inlaid with ivory.
Your awning of blue and purple fabric are from Egypt
and the inhabitants of America would be your rowers.
These rowers will bring you unto the high seas
you’ll become full and heavily loaded in its heart
the countryside shakes at the sound of your sailor’s cries
and all those who handle an oar will disembark from their ships
The whole of Europe is your trading partner in choice garments,
Cloaks of blue and embroidered materials and multicolored carperts
which are bound and secured with cords in your market place.
Your deals encompasses constant exchanges of turquoise,
Corals, rubies, wheat from minnith, white whool, wrought Iron,
Cassia and aromatic cane.
Costal lines are your trading gardens
and Roman ships will be the carriers of your goods.
Your captains are your wise men and your wise men
are the elders of Spain and Portugal
who take charge in repairing your leaks.
Your skyline will shade the sun and your islands, enrich the oceans
you’ll be the wealthiest in culture and diversity
because of your traders and visitors trooping from all corners of the Earth.
Come forth now and prosper
for greatness and fortune await your enrichment.
Time is a great cure
For what I'm not sure
Time is only for this minute
If you live another a cure is in it!
Life is time and living it is the cure
Working is the blood of being secure
Money, money, money needs no friend around
Good health is times only sound!
So, P.S. My friends have the Time of your life!
The Silver Scribe