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When Jesus Christ was Born


Stars have never told a lie when wise men look unto the sky.
Messages from God on high, of happiness his angels cry,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
Wise men travel through a land 
with stately camels over sand,
Their caravan majestically grand
When Jesus Christ was born.

Shepherds watching over sheep, baby lambs they safely keep.
Some of them were fast asleep on a mountain rough and steep,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
An Angel to these men appear
Saying they should have no fear
For the Christ child is now near,
When Jesus Christ was born.

To Bethlehem they journey long, Joseph with his love so strong,
Mary with child had done no wrong; the baby did to God belong
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
This baby comes to save from sin
No rooms were found in any Inn
A stables all they found for him
When Jesus Christ was born.

A star shone brightly overhead, lighting up this humble shed,
A lowly manger for his bed, the joyful news had quickly spread
When dawned that blessed morn.
Here wise men came and gifts did bring
Shepherds bowed to their new King
Mankind rejoices while angels sing
When Jesus Christ was born.


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Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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A Stranger After Dark

I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark. I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow But I’d never seen the likes of it – what it was I didn’t know It flittered to and fro just like a firefly does I went into the backyard to determine what it was. Just as I approached the place I thought that it might be It flew right up and landed very close to me. Soon I realized it was no ordinary find. What happened next you won’t believe – it nearly blew my mind. A Lilliputian creature stepped from this tiny craft Right then and there I was aware of questions I should ask. He must have been aware of the fear he’d caused in me. I could see my hands were shakin’ -- never thought I’d be set free. His tiny voice became quite clear and in a most convincing tone He said, “My friend, be not afraid – I‘m here all alone.” He appeared to be confused a bit and why, I’ll never know But the fear that he had fostered was about to let me go. He began to tell his story; I let out a sigh I knew I’d better listen to this little guy. Now, he was small in stature; ‘bout a half inch, nothin’ more – Why, I believe that he could pass through the space beneath the door. . He then began to tell me – It must sound like a dream. He was here because of some wayward sunbeam. “I race Haley’s comet to the far side of the sun.” He said, “The race is always over before it has begun. There is a reason for these victories, you see My good ship Omnipresence, right here in front of me.” “Time and space,” He said. “Are always at my command. I can do more things with them than man can understand.” He said, “I spin the rings of Saturn, create firmament at will I flew a mission of atonement to a very special hill.” I asked, “Do you know Jesus? He died upon that hill.” He said, “When all things are settled, everybody will. I led three wise men to him that cold and wintry night The shepherds were there to witness a miraculous sight So you ask do I know Jesus? -- it fills me with such mirth -- This very craft was hidden there at the moment of His birth. I was there to hear the angels when they sang out on high. Yes, I’d say I know Jesus, That’s why I’ll never die.” Written By John Posey 12/18/12

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

Don't Stress Christmas

The northern skies are turning gray -- 
Seems the sun just doesn’t linger.
Christmas is just a month away, 
And the nights are getting longer.
That Thanksgiving spent with family—
A briefly pleasant holiday—
Was forgotten all too quickly 
By pushy crowds on Black Friday.

Our gift checklist seems like old Saint Nick’s, 
But our staff is lacking Elves.
Shopping trips cause daily panics. 
I wonder how we’ll feed ourselves.
We must buy more decorations, 
So the yard looks like it’s snowing.
We fall deeper in depressions 
As our credit keeps on growing. 

Lord forgive commercialism 
For ruining every Christmas.
Lord forgive consumerism 
For dumping on us all that stress.
December is a dreary time, 
Even when little angels sing.
The irony of Christmas time 
Was that Christ was born in the Spring. 

While standing in the checkout line, 
Remember what the carols told.
Think of how Bethlehem’s star once shined, 
As Israel’s prophets foretold.
Think of the awe of the shepherds 
When they saw angels fill the air.
Coming to the stable, entered, 
To meet the Holy Family there. 

Instead of spending all you have, 
Next November and December,
Spend time with all of those you love, 
And teach them what to remember.
"A Savior born in Bethlehem" 
Should bring us joy and happiness;
And “ Peace on Earth, goodwill to men” 
Should set us free, not bring us stress.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

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Written:  12.16.15

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Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas With Christ


Christmas With Christ

The Christ Child was born in a stable bare
Among all the animals gathered there

The donkey, the cow, the dove, the sheep
Watched in silence as He lay asleep

But up in the Heavens, a star shone bright
And to the earth it gave great light

Shepherds on the hillside tending their flock
Fell to the ground filled with shock

The sky was filled with Angels giving praise
To the God of Heaven for His marvelous ways

All the sights and sounds were great to behold
The greatest miracle on earth was about to unfold

Still shining brightly, bringing light to the world
Was the Star of Bethlehem, it's splendor unfurled

If I could have been there for the world to see
That Bethlehem Star would have been me

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas A Time For Peace

Christmas is a time for peace 
make amends turn your enemies 
into friends, go ahead release 
your resentments, the remedies

for a peaceful life
are in your hands 
play the fife and
join the band; 

Christmas is a time for peace 
make amends turn your enemies 
into friends, go ahead release 
your resentments, the remedies 

are in your happy glow  
so pluck the plum 
kiss the mistletoe 
go easy on the rum; 

Christmas is a time for peace 
Stretch out your hand in peace...


Merry Christmas Every One xxx

MR 

Dec 11, 2015




Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."

Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013

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Christmas Dance

 
Someone saw me dance
in the town's square
covered with white snow
around the decorated pine.
 
The lights blinked brightly,
pseudo parcels hang here and there,
music murmured muted carols
as midnight slowly neared.
 
On top of the pine, a star
was shining strong and silvery,
all around the branches green
tinsel sparkled joyously.
 
Beneath the tree, a manger stood
reminding me of days gone by,
when a poor couple arrived
at a small but crowded town.
 
There was no place for them.
The child was born in poverty,
in the town named after bread.
Is there a place for Him now?
 
Someone saw me, but went on
alone towards his dreams.
I danced unaided around the tree.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015

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DECEMBER 2015

DECEMBER 2015 - "For what is our hope, our joy, or the crown, in which we glory in the presence of our Lord Jesus when He comes?" 1 Thessalonians 2:19

This year America waits,
With great anticipation.
For peace, love and joy,
Throughout the nation.

Christians are under attack,
For what is in their heart.
Hatred fills the air,
Our nation torn apart.

Death in our schools,
Murder on the streets.
Hurry, Jesus, we pray,
Before their goal is complete.

Freedom Religion,
A promise written true.
Not it's only if you follow theirs,
Christians know not what tio do.

We read more every day,
How we must suffer for His Cause.
Evil ones in control,
they pass the laws.

There was a time in history,
It was so long ago.
God sent His Only Son,
To teach us how to go.

In a humble stable He was born,
Written Word said it would be.
People given a reason to believe,
Praised Him in songs of victory.

We are lost without His son,
The Bright Star for all to see.
Please give us another sign,
To set Your People free.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN






Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Classicism | |

Is Anything Too Hard For The Lord

Do not let your hearts be troubled
Our God is An Amazing and powerful God 
He can turn your Disappointment into Gods Appointment.
He can turn your past misery into your present ministry.
He can turn a curse into a blessing
He can turn a mess into a message
He can turn night into day 
He can turn your burden into a blessing
He can turn your scars into stars
He can turn your test into a testimony
He can turn your failures into success
He turns everything to good for those who love him 

God can work through your suffering 
And accomplish His purpose in your life
He Can Turn Your Trials into Triumphs
He Can Turn Your Mistakes into a Miracles
He can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary
He Can Turn Your Evil Days into Good Days 
He Can Turn Your Bitterness into Sweetness 
He can turn your negatives into great victories
He can turn your Adversity into Victory
He can turn your weakness into something great 
He can turn your hurt and pains to healing and love
There is Nothing God Can't Turn Around 

Trust God and never doubt
He Can Make broken heart into a beautiful heart
He Can Turn Your Foolishness into Wisdom 
He Can Take something bad and Turn it into Good 
He can turn anyone's dreams into a reality 
He can build something beautiful out of anything
He Can Restore what is broken and change it into something Amazing
He can turn around your broken marriage into restoration
He can Use Ordinary People into Extraordinary Ways
He can turn Your Past into Purpose
He can turn your Mysteries into unexpected blessings
He can turn your worries into Gods glories
He can make the impossible possible
Anything Can Happen, Expect the Unexpected
When you yield to God's destiny for your life
God works all things together for good.

He can turn your worries into Gods glories
He can make victim into a victory, a problem into a prayer.
He can turn your tears into songs of praise
He can turn your passion into profession.
He can turn your fears into faith and treasure
He can turn your stony heart into Marvelous softy heart
He can turn challenges into opportunities
He can turn your storm into calm
He can make a Way, when there seems to be No Way
He can turn your prayer into power
He can turn a sinful heart into genuine faith in Christ
He has the ability to raise the dead and rocks to cry out
He will turn your darkness into light
He can turn your ugliness into beautiful and attractiveness
He can make something out of nothing
He can turn any obstacle into a stepping stone.
He can turn your sickness into divine healing
He can turn your wilderness into worthiness 
He can turn your anger into righteousness of God
All it takes is one touch of God's favor.
Never give up on God because He never gave up on you.
For God is the same yesterday, today and forever
He is the Alpha, the Omega, the beginning and the end.

Copyright © Shaila Touchton | Year Posted 2016

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HEARTBEAT OF CHRISTMAS

HEARTBEAT OF CHRISTMAS

Can you hear his heartbeat?
Lay your ear to his chest
His onesie wet with your tears
You wipe them with your hair

Do you hear salvation’s coo?
With eyes that sparkle when they look at you
With a smile that lights up the room
Profound words that created you

Do you answer when he cries?
Pick up your cross and follow him
Remember the childhood wounds
Blood sweat and tears that oozed

Do you kneel down?
With shepherds and kings
With an earthly mother and father
Honoring the king of kings

Open earth’s yellowing album
See the crimson velvet of Santa Claus
Fancy white fur hems, and a jolly laugh
But before you hear those jingle jolly bells

A humble man with a long white beard
Closes his eyes, kneels at a crib
Lauds the one who makes all things possible

11/29/2016


Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Alive

I traveled the world
And though it is vast
I still need a truth
That would always last

Studied some books
And know my mind too
The whole time God knows
Only love will do

Studied Religion and 
Forever I found
Even God loves Love
On this I expound

My Mom in my life
Always there for me
Taught me that true love
Would there always be

Love doesn't judge man
And I'm very free
From color or type
Of good company

True love doesn't die
"Oh Love, you'll abound,"
Despite all the bad
You'll stand your ground

Love's the Law for me
We are always free
Love keeps me alive
This is Love's decree.

Copyright © Catherine Mary Airan | Year Posted 2014

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A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me.
 
As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction.

But why?

It symbolizes all my struggle and all my pain.
 
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain.

It takes a sudden fall next to me. 

But why? 

It symbolizes the thought of being alone.

It tells me that someone is always by my side. 

As I write, 
The leaf flies away.

As if it had a huge success in it's encouragement.

Nature communicates with us in many ways.

Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012

Details | Kyrielle | |

So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
 
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
                                                               
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”


The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

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Multicultural Britain - An Unapologetic Statement

Multicultural Britain
(An Unapologetic Statement)

Two “Festivals of Light” there are
Each and every year
The Jewish have their Hanukah
And Hindus their Diwali cheer

The end of Ramadan brings Eid il Fitr
The Muslim fasting's passed
The Welsh National Eisteddford
Culture, craft, songs not surpassed

There is the pagan Betain
That Celtic Festival of Fire
And the famous summer Solstice
Stonehenge, druids and sun inspire

Halloween crosses boundaries
Between Christian and Heathen
Leading on into November
Honouring death and ghosts of men

But amid all this Britain is
A bastion of Christianity
While accepting all religions
They too should be made to see

That in our tolerance still we stand
With our ceremonies and feasts in tact
Our Lent, Easter and Christmas
This is a simple statement of fact

Please don’t tread upon these rights
Which we’ve defended for years
Don’t rename our traditions
And cause confusion or trite fear

The Godless in society
Can rant and claim new ground
But faith is our foundation
And that foundation is very sound

So it IS a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too
The Scots can call is Hogmanay
Because they have and always do

It is a happy holiday
To all despite their creed
To each give them utmost respect
In thought and word and deed

But let us all remember
Respect is a two way street
Do not dictate our policies
Among people that you meet

This country was here before you came
And settled on these shores
This is the British way of life
That you’ve chosen, now, as yours

So let the religions flourish
And none to those who’ve none
And live in total harmony
Until our time is done

Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Poems For Kids And teenagers: 4 Hours To Christmas

It’s eight, I’m waking up late the aroma of mummy’s fry gives me so much joy to cry It’s nine, admiring my gifts so fine counting the time to display this, I’ve been hoping since may. It’s ten; guess who’s here; Uncle Ben can’t wait for his Biblical stories as the Kitchen scents with currys It’s eleven; I wished for this hour since seven dancing through the city square I’m so happy Life is fair. Hurray! It’s Christmas and I don’t want it to pass so thank you Jesus, for this gift of Love!

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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The child with a name

It’s fortunate to say
A mother named Mary became
And gave us a child with a name
And all on the earth
Were all to be treated the same
He stood as a stone 
But was broken and torn
Just all the same
	
And some want to forget
And not to relive
Anymore of his pain 
And not any of the blame
Who ask how is it before
You ever were born
You were already giving a name

They cannot believe 
In anyway conceive
That any love you can give
Comes just from a name
Why stay in the dark?
You know just who you are
When in the beginning
The way was lit
For you all, by a star

Not to believe that love
And the promise of it
Comes just from a name 
But still the message is true
That is for all of you
Treat everyone the same

To believe we should not
Will always be why
Many of our children, still cry
And to live and let live
Be happy to give
You won’t even try
 
It is fortunate to say
Mother named Mary became
And is here to remind us
As we all lose our aim
But to remember this day
A woman named Mary became
The one who gave us
The child with a name

written 10-17-13 revised 11/24/14

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

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The Cradle And the Cross

The Cradle And the Cross ” 20 But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. 21 She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” Matt 1:20-21 NIV The cradle of Christmas Has no meaning without the Cross. The babe we celebrate at Christmas Was born to win us back from loss. Part heavenly yet part human, This gracious Christmas gift, Was given to save mankind; Redeem the God-mankind rift. The Cradle and the Cross Show us God’s great love; Reveal his glorious power And his life over death from above. They give us great hope for a future— A hope that cannot die. When we acknowledge the Cradle and the Cross; Upon Christ’s life and spilt blood we rely. From Christmas to Easter We’re reminded of the Cradle and the Cross; The sacrificial life of God’s Son, That his own people sought to toss. The Cradle and the Cross Were prophesies of old. God’s child was born unnoticed by most, Yet worshipped with incense, myrrh and gold. The Cradle and the Cross Bring forth glorious hope; Show us that there’s nothing Beyond God’s power and scope. They give us reason for joy And peace in our hearts to reign. May the goodwill of Christmas Be with all on earth to proclaim! Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com From my Christmas Edition of Poetry to Touch Your Heart & Soul [Christmas Edition]

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2013

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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pastoral | |

Yeshua

The perfect man from Galilee,
The son of the most high,
Born in an unusual way,
By our mother,virgin Mary.
This had been declared
From the days of Abraham,Isaac and Jacob,
That a Messiah would be born,
To save Israel and the rest of the world.
Yes,he was born,
On a beautiful cold day,
In the most peculiar way,
Cladded with glory and honour,
Messiah was adored by all.
Shepherds guarded their herds,
But could not ignore the glory shone above.
The wise men had their artifacts and treasures within,
But could not ignore the nonpareil afar.
Indeed,he is a perfect man from Galilee,
Yet,a perfect man of all.

Copyright © Adejumoke Adewuyi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Wise men at Christmas

Earth has grown old
Angels veiled the sky
And night has gotten cold 
To put to sleep the stars on high

Wise men saw a star
And found a treasure of I Am
Shepherds heard a voice from a far
And found their lamb

Wise men came from the east
In search of a new born king
They came to worship a new born priest
With glad tidings they begin to sing

They bowed and worshiped Him
 Offering treasures of gold, incense, and myrrh
And to the new born King they hymned
As they sang the sleeping child began to stir

Wise men came down to worship
They came to share love divine
It was an awesome and intense courtship
 In Bethlehem “wise men at Christmas” making the headline

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Until I'm Consumed

Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
Won't you take all of me
Until your image in me 
is all you see 
But You won't take what I won't give 
And my sin won't die until You live
Inside of me 
I feel I'm hangin by a thread
This old man just isn't dead
I keep reviving him instead of trusting You
.
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
And when my day comes
To an end
And I look back at where I have been
Many roads I've traveled
Sure took a wrong turn now and then
I need You just as much right now, as I did back then
.
So Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
.
Let there never be a doubt
That You changed me from the inside out 
It was only You all along
I could never be that strong 
On my own 
.
Let the words I speak 
Be unto you
Let the one I seek
Be only you
And let my heart beat
Beat for you
And let my soul 
Burn for you
Til I'm consumed 
Until I'm consumed
Until everything in me
Looks just like You

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Unicorn

Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2012

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Christmas Mass

     Christmas Mass
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are. 

And I will light some candles in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
          Amen.....
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification | |

My Name Is December

My Name Is December


Hello dear one,

I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. I mean that 'I'm worth waiting for.  More about that later; but my arrival is really out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

I am one of twelve, each of which has a different life span with a certain amount of days. I know. You think that our time is so short compared to your own span of uncertainty. But we are okay with the way we are, and we never debate our destiny with our maker. We take each day as they come, and make the best of each one whether it’s bright or not.

By the way,  you look familiar and remind me of someone else I’ve seen before. Have we met? O, pardon me please.  My name is December, and I must say that I’m not late, but I am the last.  My name comes from the Latin word 'Decem' which means ‘ten’.  I know that you are wondering why my name means ‘ten’ when I am presently the 12th month of the year.   You must understand that I was the 10th month until my number was changed to the Gregorian  Calendar from the Roman Calendar.  Don’t you wish sometime that people would leave things the way they found them?  Anyway, I still think that I am the most popular month of the year.  More about that later.
 
I and all my siblings never cease to arrive each year at different times with various tasks. Some of us, 7 to be exact, live to be 31; 4 of us make it to 30; and for some reason, one of our brothers, February by name, lives to be 28; but occasionally, he gets stretched to 29.  Please don’t ask me why, because I’m not that smart.

Did you know that I am the first month of winter in the Northern Hemisphere where I also have the shortest daylight hours of the year?  And did you know that I am the first month of summer in the Southern Hemisphere where I also have the longest daylight hours of the year?  I sure hope I got that right.  

I don’t claim to be the most famous, though I really am.  Please?  Do not repeat that to my 11 siblings.  I must say that perhaps more money is spent in my 31 day life span than any other month; more gifts are exchanged; lights are their brightest; more decorations are put up; and many people feel that a big fat guy name Santa Clause comes from the North Pole on Reindeers, bringing lots of toys to kids the world over.  O, by the way, did I say that Christmas came in the month of December?  And did I not tell you that l was worth the wait?
10232015 (Contest, "Screwed X11",Rob Carmack

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Snow From God

snow falls lightly 
from the sky up above
soflty falling down
like the feather of a dove

each snow flake is different
like each one of us
falling to the ground
like snow often does

it's steals away breath
this brilliant thing
so pure and refreshing
like the songs angels sing

they sing for remembrance
of God and his sun
throwing down these white tokens
to say winter has begun

white is for birth
the birth of baby christ
white is for hope
that things are alright

each flake that falls 
from the sky up above
is a gift from God
telling us we are loved


Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013

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In his Arms

A story of Faith..
How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have .
I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr old child .
That child being myself 

so let me rewind a bit in time .
It was preschool to 1st grade , I would fall into a vegetable state at school , with my head down on the desk .
My Mother was a very talented RN and worked in triage at St. Francis Hospital
She would take me to the best of Pediatrics , only to be told ," take her home give her a aspirin,  if fever gets to high , and call us in the morning . 

All I can remember is this.

I was laying on my Mothers bed as from the ceiling it appeared a man that resembled "Jesus Christ ' and his Angels , 6 on each side lifted me from the bed in his arms , and took me to a place of warmth , light and love like I have never felt before since.

I was held by him as he said , you can stay here and no longer feel pain , or you may go back. I wanted so badly to stay , but I thought of my Mothers tears , and I was sent right into my little body again only to miss that feeling I had my whole life "in His Arms "

I got up out of bed , walked to the living room , where I saw my Mother in the distance baking .'  The Grinch whom stole Christmas ' was on TV. I then noticed a tree all lighten up with decorations, I walked  towards my Mom with a blanket in my hand .

My Mom turned and she had a plate of cookies , her face white as a ghost . I asked her " Mommy , Is it Christmas ?  " she started to cry , and held me as she said " Yes Honey , it is , it is Christmas Eve. " as her tears hit my shoulder . I then asked " Why are you crying ? "  Santa Claus is coming ! " I replied,  as happy as a little 5 yr. old could be.

I was taken to a Chiropractor that week ,as a last result , He told her it was simply a miracle I was alive  .  My Spine was out of place and no Oxygen was going to my brain , in one or 2 days , I would be brain dead.

I found out later in my life at 18 yrs. old , it was shaken baby syndrome . My Father confessed to me as he to cried , at his Moms home at Christmas time . He had carried the guilt with him for years . He was a born again Christian , and a new life he had wanted with true forgiveness .

I forgave him , I know the man whom lifted me was Jesus Christ that night , and there is nothing ugly at all there , so I know he to forgave him . 
Since then ..I have never doubted , I know he goes by many names  , It is Jesus Christ all the same .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013