God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
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.
A single leaf,
Falls out of a tree above me,
As it twist and turn,
The wind blows it in my direction,
It symbolizes the ending point of my
struggles and all my pain,
It tells me that they twist and turn,
But never remain,
It takes a sudden fall next to me,
It symbolizes the thought of being
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
Nature communicates with us in
Not with words,
But with a single leaf out of a tree.
Oh Lord and mighty Savior
I sing in your name praise be
In honor to you King of Israel
who takes away the sins of this world
Star of all stars Bethlehem
shining salvation loves light
purity in the scriptures fulfilled
proclaiming him blessed Holy One
A messenger singing Heavenly
an angel in praise to king of kings
In peace and good deeds God's only son
Blessed born his Immaculate heart
Conceived of the Holy Spirit Lord
Almighty Holiness in your council
one of understanding happy birthday
Our shepherd born salvation leads his flock
Faraway in the distance
three wise kings following sign
A diamond star they followed
light of truth born shone in a manger
As they entered bowing bearing gifts
Gold worshiping the Almighty king
Myrrh most precious bitter herb of the east
Frankincense to perfume our Holy One
The shepherds came as an angel sang out
Heavenly song in gentle melody
singing born today is our savior child
praise eternities revelations tune
O most Gracious Lord Jesus
I bow humble inside meek
happy birthday oh master
our savior Almighty King
All I want for Christmas
Is my two front teeth
All my back teeth
A Mercedes or Bentley
A life time membership to Hugh Hefner's mansion
The rights to the song "If I had a million dollars"
Cause then I would have 5 million dollars
A new pair of socks
A house full of books
With a sexy librarian too boot
Or in some nice boots
If its not too too much trouble
Santa list of naughty girls
Some Newfoundland screech
A clock that can turn back time
I train set 1000 times bigger than Arthur s
And his butler
Again. If its not too much trouble
A few hundred genies in bottles
A few Rembrandt's and various other famous paintings
The country of Iceland, if the price is right
Oh and all the episodes of "The Rockford files" and "Colombo"
My childhood back
Oh and a private plane
I do not really want one but it would seem plain silly
If I don’t ask, n'est pas?
I almost almost forgot, a harem or even a few
Just for images sake
For I want only one princess
Of course, I would gladly give this all away
If when I see a child suffer or sad
I could paint happiness inside in their little souls
I could paint happiness inside of us all
Of course we can start with the poetry membership!
12 12 12
into the world came a little bundle of Joy
when David and Cody had a perfect baby boy,
little tiny fingers and tiny little toes
and a cute little nose
a day full of happiness that you will never forget
and may this be your best Christmas yet.
lots of love to you all love mum xxxx
welcome to the world, baby Jayden a beautiful perfect Grandson,
how amazing is God, I started sopnsonring a child lead by God and felt it right to sponsor a Girl, she was 5 years old on the 12 decemeber 2012
the miracle being my Grandson was born 12/12/12/ and 12 days before christmas, wow first day of christmas, and he will share the same birthday as my sponsored child, now that is the Grace of God, Amen wow THATS SO RARE
let the children come and do not hinder them for the kingdom of ehaven belongs to these Amem
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.
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
Lived in darkness and death
Christ's birth restores creation's mirth
Living in light and everlasting life
Christmas comes but once a year
a blessed celebration we all hold so dear
of the birth of our Lord Jesus
who is the reason for the season
we celebrate in many ways
each in our own way
by giving gifts to family and friends we love
with open hearts we share
it’s the season to express and show your happiness
singing songs of peace, love and joy
sleigh bells ring and children sing
the wonderful Christmas songs of the season
as angles fly through the air
Christmas trees with lights all aglow
homes decorated all in a row
waiting for Santa Claus to show
Christmas is all about love an fun
from special candies to food and such
all the goodies we love to eat so very much
to share our love for the one
who was born this day
to bring about peace and harmony
for all of history
our lord Jesus in Heaven up above
This bears repeating, every December (and February, and March):
We have five December birthdays
in our immediate family.
February is the love month,
not March, never March, okay?
Some are confused about St. Valentine
who, though he championed love,
would have scoffed at our customs.
Claudius the Cruel*, Queen Juno**,
birds mating, and fertility rites
have no bearing on March.
Please pass the word.
thin budgets, time, and tempers.
The month of December
is for Christmas, don'tcha know?
March should be off limits
in the bedroom.
Every woman should hang a sign
on her bed on March first:
On Vacation for one month!
What, no one told your mother
about the nine month rule?
*Ordered St. Valentine beheaded in 278 AD
**Roman Goddess of marriage & childbirth.
cfa © 12/13/2010
Love comes in a small bundle
Of the sweet smell of Maya
The end of the world some have said
Oh how wrong are all the gods
Maya, is the beginning
Of a new world
Her smile alone, a star upon us
She hungers only to love the world
I am humbled, by her beauty
The simplicity of her grasp
As she holds my finger in delight
She is the Angel of the darkest night
She was born under the star of Christmas
Early she was, but right on time
She laughed her way into my heart
She is truly the second coming
I sat with Thaddeus on that day
He was curious, of his sister to be
And so we talked, like two old men
Of life and donuts, and do zombies dance
If you ever wonder, why we humans care
Look into a babies eyes
The answers stare back
There is no asking why
Maya from heaven, I am sure was sent
A year has passed
The world still turns no end in sight
As I light a single candle this special night
I wish the world to be yours Maya
Do you hear what I hear
in the far off fields?
Farmers tending to their crops
and counting out their yields.
Sheep are mewing,cattle too
like those so long ago.
When little baby Jesus
did set the stars aglow.
Three wise men did travel far
to see this glorious sight.
They carried precious oils and such
to give to Him that night.
The babe was wrapped in ragged cloth
but never did He cry.
He smiled sweet as heavenly hosts
did flutter wings nearby.
So do you hear what I hear
into this night as then?
A chorus of angels,shepherds too
singing good news again.
Celebration comes when we see fit
But we can only celebrate just a little bit
'Cause with all the travesty that surrounds us
We look for a good escape,
And it does not matter
Neither the time nor the place.
One man's trash,
Is another man's treasure.
So is one man's victory
Another man's defeat.
Never do both the men
Run at a parallel.
Thus, who deserves happiness
When they both meet.
This must be a familiar trait
All humans tend to have in common;
Plus fighting for our wants,
And the things we don't see coming.
We must find some form of joy,
The smallest spec of it in our lives.
Even if some of the joy
Will bring trouble sometimes.
So, we simply set our minds
As long as the moment feels really right
We will let tomorrow happen
If we make through the night
Midnight at Blackfriars
The city spires are hidden,
It’s getting colder fast,
It feels as though we might have
Some snow this month at last.
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1)
The hour is getting late.
Fleeting forms across the scene,
Are making for the gate.
December is upon us,
The year is wearing thin,
Parishioners from town and gown
Now are gathering in.
Rosy cheeks are shining,
There’s a spirit of good will,
We’re coming in for Midnight Mass
The Christmas Eve Vigil.
Forgotten is the riot
Of Saint Scholastic’s Day,(2)
To celebrate the Savior’s birth,
We worship now and pray.
Conjoining with the acolytes
Dressed in cassock’s white,
We’re caroling together,
Upon the holy night.
A gallant in best evening wear,
Bow tie and cummerbund,
And a high-heeled damsel on his arm,
Is down from Summertown.
A staff nurse from the Radcliffe,(3)
Whose shift was at an end,
Was seated close beside them
Clutching at her friend.
There the widow all in black,
Who cleans the votive stands,
Holds her missal open
With stubby fingered hands.
She blends with the congregants,
Ignoring the celebs,
And is back up for the service
From somewhere in St. Ebbs.(4)
A student in thick sweaters
And ragged scarf of grey
Is seated on the furthest aisle
Hair all in disarray.
Across the nave the prayer chairs,
Range back in their rows,
Filling up with congregants
In coats and gloves and throws.
In from the rear the friars process
With candles all aglow,
Up the side aisle to the chancel,
Caroling as they go.
Above their heads upon the walls
Are stations of the cross,
Reminders set in stark relief
Of this night’s final cost.
We see the prior in chasuble
For the apse proceeding,
To celebrate communion
And give the sacred reading.
The greatest story ever told
Unfolds with familiar ring
Filling our hearts with the promise
Of Christ the new born king.
Then with the service over,
We make for the hall below,
Where cocoa and mince pies and sherry
Are served before we go.
Outside the snow is dusting
The chained bikes in the Fair,
Contented now we homeward fade
Through the Christmas air.
(1)Saint Giles Fair - Convergence of the Banbury and Woodstock Roads in Oxford extending south the Magdalen Street by Martyrs Memorial.
(2) The St Scholastica Day riot of 10 February 1355
(3) Radcliffe Infirmary - The first Oxford Hospital
(4) St Ebbes is a district of central Oxford, England,
Under the moon light we gathered;
Giving listening ears to grandpa’s trembling lips,
As serene dusk and silence embraced
Once upon a time onsets his tip.
There was the first garden of untold beauty;
A gift to the first man with overwhelming privilege,
In which the first sin stunk humanity;
Engendering the first punishment as a badge.
Did the creator miss the creature?
Where else could they go in this plight?
These posers came like rapture,
While grandpa laughed to our naïve insight.
Still, he continued with an annunciation,
One Gabriel, one Mary in Nazareth;
Actors of act 1 scene 1 of salvation,
Here, faith steps on Everest zenith.
Nine months passed to zamani’s womb,
And the expected saviour came,
Gold frankincense and myrrh exchanged tomb
To seal Christmas fame.
The Real Christmas joy
Once again its that time of the year
The hustle and bustle that makes everyone cheer
There’s so many things that we “need” to do
But we should really be focusing on you
You gave us your son on this special day
Because you love us in every way
The holidays are focused on shopping, gifts, and toys
But these aren’t the true Christmas joys
The holidays should be about you and your love
Not about earthly things but on things above
You sent your son, hes here to save me
Oh how much better that is than a Christmas tree
We have to remember why Jesus came
So that we could be saved and glorify your name
We have to remember that during this season
We celebrate Christmas for only this reason
Now c’mon and let’s drop everything
It’s time to go worship and give praise to the kind
Christmas Through July
Christmas is such a grand time of the year!
People are happy joy shows everywhere.
Gifts of love arrive from both far and near.
Scents of the season permeate the night air.
Remembering the Savior's love so grand.
Families hang lights, such a beautiful sight.
Decorations displayed across the land.
Many surprises are shared Christmas night.
January came but the tree remained.
Celebrating my child's birthday the same.
Just like Jesus, her happiness sustained.
Each year's tradition when her birthday came.
Year round loving was about to be taught.
Decorations of hearts and shiny red balls
Replaced the angels that Christmas had brought.
February feelings Christ's love did recall.
In March, the tree was adorned with shamrocks.
Paper-mâché nuggets sparkled in gold.
Children and laughter sang around the clock.
Smiles, like at Christmas, were great to behold.
April was spring pretty flowers were hung.
It took a lot of work, but was it still fun.
We at play felt pure joy, free and young.
One fun filled plan to teach love, begun.
May decorations, the best, I recall.
Mother's day cards, painted hands, paper plates.
A trip to the attic was fun for all.
While cherishing the loves childhood creates.
Christmas in June on a new marriage day
Downstairs jam-packed squeezed in each wedding guest.
Rained out at the park, they saw our display.
Christmas year round knew love at its best.
July 30th past, the flags were still hung.
Patriotism shown, honored with rare style.
Christmas in July with a new day sung.
We took down the tree cherishing each smile.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This lyric poem written in quatrain format is a true story that expresses my feelings about
showing love year round…not just in December.
C hrist Jesus born this day
H eaven shines his star for the
R ighteous heart and the wise man
I nvocation of the Christian Faith
S pirit of God in the flesh
T eaching truth and love to mankind
M essiah of our salvation
A sends to Heaven and becomes our
S avior, Lord and Kind Amen
V irgin Mary
reason for the season
Happy Birthday Jesus
This year we pooled our money to give to a needy cause.
So we’re not expecting much on Christmas Day from Santa Claus.
Of course the children all will find their hearts’ desires beneath the tree.
They are too young to know the thrill of giving to a charity.
So we’re breaking with tradition in limiting our spending spree
On lavish gifts for one another. What a big change that will be.
But there is one last tradition that we follow slavishly.
We celebrate all family birthdays to the very nth degree.
When we wake on birthday morning we know the whole day will be ours.
From the youngest to the eldest, this day brings us super powers
And so much love and true devotion that we’re treated like a queen
Or a king as gender dictates, but you all know what I mean.
From one year to over ninety, there’s a party every year.
We are showered with gifts and honor from the folks we hold most dear.
We will gather Christmas morning just the same as every year
As we watch the children open gifts, with happiness and cheer.
But we know we’ll be remembered when our birthday comes around
When everyone will gather with the best gift to be found.
Gifts and love and honor, enough cake to make us groan,
We look forward to our birthdays with a party of our own.
Written for Paula’s “Tradition” contest won 9th place
The time of year when the joys
Rain down form Heavens
When the families get together,
When the children look up in hope
Santa’s fill surprise in the socks at night
When the snowman appears in gardens
There comes a the giggles and chants
Colored balls in trees and stars shining
Exchanges of greetings nights of prayers
We gather to celebrate the coming of Joy
Night to celebrate the Holy Jesus
Night to celebrate new Life, for its
The time of year when joys
Rain down from Heaven…
Christmas Eve is joyful
Christmas Eve is wonderful
I will celebrate my birthday with a Christmas tree
I will celebrate my birthday with the smell of ginger cookie
I will celebrate my birthday with mistletoe
I will celebrate my birthday with white, dancing snow
I will celebrate my birthday with my lovely family
I will celebrate my birthday with holy baby
Christmas Eve is glorious
Christmas Eve is marvelous
The Last Day
The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath
The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved
The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past
CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER WITH GOD
Was all alone having worked, worked the whole day
every one was with their families, but yours was working
i tried bribing and cajoling friends to accompany me for dinner
every one had their own plans, i rushed to town took some chicken
ready cooked went back home and invited my hevenly father for dinner
another set of spoon and fork, twas all i needed and a set table and dinner
was served me and my heavenly daddy, having christmas eve dinner
holding heart to soul communication with my daddy eating
eating christmas dinner with my heavenly guest
a king of kings was my guest
lewis k nyaga
1725hr east african time
I do not know?
It’s Valentines Day full of cards and kisses
Wish you were here covers all of my wishes
Easter is here and were celebrating our lord
Each day that passes I miss you even more
It’s been seven years today since we said, “I do”
It seems longer than that since I last held you
We all gather together for the birth of our land
It’s the Fourth of July and your not here as we planned
It’s your birthday today marking 34 years
When I think of you celebrating alone, it brings me to tears
Now it’s thanksgiving and the families all here
The rooms filled with spirit and still your not here
Out of habit I set a place at the tables head
The kids leave it and “Soon Mom” is all that was said
Santa is coming and kids are full of cheer
I try to keep smiling even though you are not here
Pictures with Santa and the lighting of the tree
Smiles on Christmas morning I wish you could see
We gather to wish good tidings to all
I sit and wait by the phone thinking maybe you’d call
You have missed a great deal in the year you’ve been gone
Jason had a great time at his junior prom
Katie turned seven and Chrissie turned two
For all their birthday wishes- they just wished for you
At night we all get tucked into bed
We snuggle up close and then bow our heads
Dear Lord please keep special watch over our Dad
If anything happens to him we’ll be so sad
He’s over helping the other country grow
Doing his job as you already know
He’s helping other little boys and girls
Opening their eyes to a whole new world
We are so proud of him and hold our heads high
But each night we hear mommy lay there and cry
We all miss him more than you know
Yet during the day we don’t let it show
We have to be strong and keep the faith
That soon he’ll be home with us and be safe
We are proud to hang that flag up high
We are all so full of American pride
We pray for all the soldiers’ safe return home
We pray that there are no more families left alone
Dear God for this Christmas please hear us pray
Bring our soldiers home where they belong, where they’ll stay