With plastic chicks and eggs upon it,
She looked a beauty in her bonnet,
And so I wrote an Easter sonnet.
For Andrea’s Itty Bitty contest
Copyright © jack horne
The river is so calm, flows with such great ease
It does move, but only when there is a breeze
I feel like taking a dip in the water
But most people would wonder what’s the matter
It seemed like a good idea for Sunday
Knowing its Easter, its cold, I say no way
I’m a little crazy, but not that insane
I sure would not do something quite this inane
The water still looks pristine and beautiful
I still put my toes in the water, prideful
It takes me aback, but I love the cool feel
It makes me feel alive, and know that I’m real
Someday soon I will go for a swim in here
When it is warmer, the best time of the year
Copyright © Russell Sivey
I started hooping like a bunny,
Carrying my big chocolate egg,
But thought it could be funny
To hop while using just one leg,
I saw thru the window’s frame
A cuckoo bird on the ground.
She and I were doing the same,
So I imitated the cuckoo’s sound.
She was curious and I was too:
Did the bird understand my coo?
Or she only wanted to protest:
“Put back this egg on the nest!”
So I undid the egg’s blue lace:
“Would you do too in my place?”
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
Copyright © João Camilo
The celebration cometh as Christ
was nailed on the cross of cavalry
carrying our burden of sins.
Everyone was bitter sad and
He spoke out is last storming statement
That was stamped by heaven and
gave up the ghost.
On the third day;
He resurrected and appear to his
people, who is he”JESUS CHRIST”
he is alive, he never dies but slept!!!
Copyright © Ajala Samuel Akindele
Roman whip,a scourge from evil brings death
Dripping blood stings through history from deed
Pilate asked " Was he God " if so confess
His duty, to die for our sins, to bleed
Burden written in antiquity's words
Scrolls of lashed parchment read by Priests, to street
Spoke of a sinless mouth where love is heard
To share in peace,five loaves, two fish to eat
Evil with whip splays man's warm flesh
Ancient script played out for humanity's fate
As a bloody cross beholds human thresh
Husks and stems from man and God separate
And the joy bought by Priests becomes far worse
To kill this shepherd,for devil a curse
Copyright © Frederic Parker
On this most holy of days
I stop for a moment to think
Of sin and its horrible stink
I begin to mend my ways
I give jesus the praise
I no longer at sin will wink
Now it makes me blink
I care what Jesus says
He is my Savior now
He died to make me whole
At my sin He didn't scowl
He gave His life for my soul
He died to set me free
Now sin has no hold on me!
Copyright © Marvin D. Schrebe
Pre Easter Prayer 2015
In the name of Jesus Christ who is our Lord and Savior,
I start by closing my eyes,
And sending my spirit in the heaven closer to our God,
I speak a holly tongue,
I open the entire heaven and let the holly wind blow to whole earth,
And let the fire of the Holly Spirit to clean every dark in this world,
The sword of fire to cut the connection of the space and of earth,
I confirm the arrest of Lucifer,
Whose hands is cuffed by hot wires,
I speak to everything of this earth to listen to the word,
I tie the hearts and the mouth of the darkness,
I sprinkle the word Jesus to all their spells to confuse them,
And number 7 in all their numbers to dilute them
I tie all their hands and legs by hot rods,
Their mouth by hot glue,
I save every soul which was meant to be lost or suffer according to the darkness,
And any part of earth which was meant to be destroyed,
I again send fire to the houses and the hearts of the witches,
To burn all their tools to ashes,
I declare the Easter anointed, blessed and protected to everyone,
As everyone go through this Prayer. Is anointed and protected.
Today, tomorrow and forever…..
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric
Easter morning sunrise,
the day begins anew.
Darkness flees the skies,
from black, to gray, to blue.
Easter season springtime.
New life begins to grow.
Winters death leaves no sign,
only green where laid snow.
Easters true victory,
when Christ arose again,
forcing deaths fear to flee,
so we are free as planned.
Creations picture shows,
what our soul deeply knows.
For the "Easter inspirations" contest
Copyright © Christopher Bunton
A wood of snowdrops in the dawn,
yellow daffodils light the morn,
the scent of new mown grass,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
Bare branches greening up ,in bud,
busy birds line nesting with mud,
clematis spreading fast,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
The honeysuckle,leafing green,
new arrivals,in hedgerows seen,
Spring,Spring is in the earth,
our thoughts turn to new birth.
As Friday becomes Easter day,
we then,with hallelujahs pray.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Depends on whom you ask. Ask an adult
He might say, "a Christian celebration
Of Christ's resurrection."- religious cult.
A Man's literal interpretation.
An adolescent might say," chocolate
And colored eggs; a bunny, a bonnet.
A sugary excuse to celebrate."
A child's interpretation don't forget.
So, what do we do now? What is Easter?
The two beliefs are sound yet different.
The first, intangible. If you prefer
The latter, substance; a happy event.
In either case we all at least agree
Easter has arrived indubitably.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn
SONNET FROM CHRIST
I never thought of coming to this evil land
My father sent me though it wasn't a command
I was invisible until I turned dust
It was my father's wish thus a must
You were all uncircumcised until I arrived finally
I came to set you free
I was not unaware of the pain I would go through
They debased me because of you
I was virtually nude when they hanged me on that transit tree
My father's wish came to pass untrammeled
You whom I freed went back and stumbled
After I sacrificed my blood, you subjected me to disdain
My father sometimes feels I came to toil in vain
You hide behind the facade of my commemoration and escalate my pain
Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR
The cloudy day omens a dreary week
As we count down to Easter, next Sunday.
After Lent message, we’re too sad to speak.
We’re seeing everything in shades of grey.
We gladly waved our palm leaves on the way,
Not knowing where His final steps would lead.
For evil sin, with his pure life he’ll pay.
We weep that our own actions bring the need.
At Easter Sunrise Services, the sky
Is brightened by a most rewarding sight.
The good news must have been the reason why
The clouds have dissipated in the night.
His love more than we ere dare envision.
Halleluiah, He is truly risen!
An English Sonnet for Debbie and Cyndi’s Sonneteer Contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
This is the Easter celebration season, in memory of the risen Christ; that is the reason.
In the garden Jesus could have called a legion of angels, been rescued and salvation naught.
But he loved man-kind so….He endured whatever it brought.
Buffeted about, he was pierced in his side.
The week before hailed, on a foal He did ride.
Coats and palms were laid at his feet.
“HOSANNAH in the Highest” echoed through the streets.
Tried, Pilate could find no fault in Him.
The Jewish religious leaders decided on death; no matter how grim.
Beaten and scourged, a crown of thorns crushed on his head; misunderstood by the thousands he fed.
The lesser of two choices was He.
Smacked, spat upon, beaten, scourged and scorned; then nailed to a tree.
Copyright © Gary Nichols
When bird song rumored dawn, I climbed a hill,
A hill I've climbed before, again, again.
I came to learn a song so glad and still
It only sounds at dawn, just when...Just when.
I climb because He said the shadow lifts
Like mist is burned from silver mirror lakes,
Then new reflection on the surface drifts
As all below the surface breaks. It breaks.
A breeze strummed grass, and gold announced the dawn.
The common graces seemed to chant the start
Of day; yet only this day breaks upon
The symphonies inside your heart. Your heart.
Among the miracles that Easter gives
Are songs of Always. Listen now. He lives!
Copyright © Barbara Long