Christmas Day

Christmas Day
Christmas day no ships anchored in the bay which
has crested waves that turn into cream like spray 
when reaching sandy shores.   
The crew  wouldn´t have minded that so much,
as it is they are on ships that rolls and pitches
endlessly in the Atlantic sea waiting for Yule to be
over when normal trading begins.
To day there are no revolts in Africa, and there is no
war in Syria, because bad news has been suspended,
but there is a movie about a carpenter trainee who
became a preacher, but since I have seen the film before
I will go for a walk and try not to think of seafarers´ lack of
sleep, or poverty that hides in the nooks of Cascais, a town
 famous only because a king once spent a summer there,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Collins Avatar
January 6, 2014 at 9:21 AM
Cut it out. Didn't Jesus recruit the water people? He could have walked right over with a fruit cake for your seaman. Don't know what happened to him in your poem but it must be a mistake.
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January 6, 2014 at 3:28 PM
well all i know is that he and Magdalene sailed to France and he took up his father´s trade... Had eleven children which means that 80% French are in fact Jews, but they don´t want to talk about that
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