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
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born
Innocent, helpless and small
How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all?
On His mother He depended for his every need
How then could we imagine it would be by His blood alone that we’d be freed?
Growing up in a time and place so different from Heaven above
Living and dying here on Earth, what a symbol of His love.
To the cross He lovingly went
Knowing it was for our sins alone that He had been sent
Dragging His cross up to that hill where men were condemned to die
Jesus, our Savior suffered the fate while we were all passed by.
“King of the Jews,” that’s what the sign had read.
Hanging just above His thorn crowned head.
Blood spilled from nail driven hands and feet
As Christ suffered a death most bitter and sweet.
The pain and agony He lovingly endured
To give us the gift of salvation, most blessedly assured.
He never counted the cost of a price that was oh so high
Giving up His last breath so we may never have to die.
Today He walks amongst us, having conquered the grave.
Loving, hoping and waiting for us to accept the gift that He gave
When on that day so long ago He died in our place
Proving the power of God’s most amazing grace.
So this Christmas morning before you race for the tree
Take a moment to thank God for Jesus, for the gift of life eternally.
But don’t stop there, unwrap that gift of salvation today
What better way is there to tell Jesus………Happy Birthday?!
Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012
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
A single leaf,
Falls out of a tree above me.
As it twist and turn,
The wind blows it in my direction.
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.
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
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
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2012
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!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014
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
Christmas is a magical time of year,
happy faces break into smiles of joy,
reveling in celebration and cheer.
In the malls kids ask Santa for a toy,
swearing they've been exceptionally good,
though parents believe they can do better.
Mindful to check his list twice, as he should,
and donning an ugly Christmas sweater,
Santa is anxious to get under way.
Magic reindeer fly high above the ground,
alighting on rooftops with Santa's sleigh,
gliding from house to house without a sound.
In the hearts of the children fast asleep,
Christ’s birthday’s one tradition they'll keep.
Written for “Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic - Poetry Contest”.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
It is the Christmas Season
And almost everyone knows
And if you have not heard
You will probably be told.
People all over the World
Will come and celebrate
What an honour it is to me
To take part on this date.
We will wish others good cheer
For hope on this day
Our faith is expressed
In the words that we say.
Merry Christmas Jesus
Today is your day
That I wish you my Lord a
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
I finally get it.
It has nothing to do with me.
I opened the eyes in my heart
and now I truly see.
I know that I'll be locked up
and that I wont get a toy.
But my heart is beating like a drum
and it's drumming in the Christmas joy.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Thank you Father for your Son.
The gift of my salvation
after my time on earth is done.
What an awesome present.
There isn't anything I want more.
I asked Him to come into my heart
and He walked right through the door.
I was feeling sad and lonely.
It's hard to be happy here in jail.
But when I think of Jesus' Birthday.
It makes me smile without fail.
Merry Christmas everybody!
I hope you feel it too.
If you've got the bah humbugs.
It's not about me or you.
It's about our Lord Jesus.
The gift that everyone can share.
God gave to us His only Son.
So let Him know how much you care.
I wrote this one Christmas when I
was in jail and thought I lost it
but there it was in my memory.
Merry X-mas everyone and God Bless you.
Copyright © Allan Granstrom | Year Posted 2010
Lived in darkness and death
Christ's birth restores creation's mirth
Living in light and everlasting life
Copyright © Ajayi Angel-Simon | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2012
Christmas Day enjoyed
Humbled in Jesus
Kings largesse myrrh
Naturals of purity
Question rushed shopaholics
Victorious woman xantippe
3 January 2016
Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Emerho O. Samuel | Year Posted 2014
Christmas Day is here.
Jesus is here too.
And, all I want to say,
is Happy Birthday to You.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Evan Perkins | Year Posted 2013
Across The Universe
Life’s tapestry had brought me from the rugged Welsh Coast
to ‘Egoli’ The City Of Gold’ a place of dreams in South Africa
I wished for so much and so little just heal from the weight
of black dogs on my shoulders and a soldiered out mind
Everything in tatters the mosaic torn fragments dishevelled
black batik on the canvas sexy lace far from realistic realm
With the Sun God watching me in rehabilitation from booze
and delusion I painted love in the soil with Jacaranda petals
A purple display of what could not have been foreseen as
some ‘inmate’ before me had dressed up wish’s desperation
Her heart on the lawn in those petals in an innocent message
across and upon the Universe made match and soul’s mate
Colour and passion drew us together a beeline without
knowing what was what who was who just knowing it was
Sharing and caring 'The Little Prince' Leonhard Cohen Bach’s 'Illusion'
'Alice’s Restaurant' drawing like magnets joined desire miracle love
New fires exploding a tsunami of feelings trust intuition and magic
one string with two puppets from heaven we went to the movies
‘Across the Universe’ anti-establishment and melodious Beatles
orchestrated sizzling fingers embraced hands and hearts together
Christmas Day almost a decade ago and still going we eloped
together best friends lovers and no idea of the journey before us
That less trodden path gifted us divine bliss and gave us that most
unconventional Christmas present we longed for so much and so long
23rd December 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
On Jesus’ Birthday
Gifts He does not ask
While we get all the presents
All He wants is us
by Jean McLoughlin
Copyright © Jean McLoughlin | Year Posted 2016
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,
Copyright © Neil McLeod | Year Posted 2013
My mind oft digresses to a passed time and day
And in thought I see a manger so far, far away.
I visualize the first Christmas gift swaddled and fair
No fancy gift-wrapping and few that would care.
Millenniums are now spent and yet silently I pause
Remembering this event, predating Santa Claus;
I contemplate at length, why so few seem to care
Demonstrating not angst for their soul and it's fare.
Being overly preoccupied in the spirit of the season
Oft captures my thoughts, from Jesus, the reason.
At times I'm Immersed with seasonal things to do
But to this gift of Christmas I will never bid adieu.
So with Christmas upon us let the message thus be
About a child named Jesus, whose mission was Calvary.
Give the gift that keeps giving, one born in a stable
For He did for mankind that which no other was able.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Merry Christmas Everyone
Jesus Loves You
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2009
CHRISTMAS ON MY COMPUTER
1.Attention on my computer!
An intruder detected.
It is not a virus
It is a strong December aroma
From your cakes you Christians .
It has reached me online
This chilly morning!
We all agree today
That 25 December
Is not the exactly date
When his holiness the king
One thing we confess,
He took the mortal body
And made it immortal
And feign to live
An intruder detected,
It is a strong light
On my laptop screen!
It is not a virus
It is a beam of light
From your so many
So, all of you love Jesus!
We all agree today,
That no history
Either in the bible or
Justifies December 25.
But one thing
We all agree,
His holiness is the king,
Is the God son,
Is our brother,
A very rich person and generous,
A very keen listener
If we ask beyond doubts,
And the most trusted friend.
On my computer.
Its is not a virus.
It is the images of Christmas trees
With colored flowers
From all angles
Of the world!
So, all of you
Colour baby Jesus?
Too wonderful a victory!
We all agree that Christmas
Is simply a Christian
Aimed to fill the vacuum
Left in the great events
Of a humbly born king.
But one thing
We all agree,
He lived among us,
Shared our feelings
And met these
We daily suffer
Merry Christmas !
For a Christmas day.
Jingle bells because
You are set free.
Jingle bells for a slave
Who is still in the
Jingle bells to awaken
The sleeping enslaved people
They are now set free
And the devil
Is bound tight
At the prison’s gate.
5.Jingle bells for Christmas day.
Jingle bells because
We are the children
Of the most high.
Jingle bells because
Humanity has been upgraded
To a high level of
Above all creations.
Because we are now
Kings and Queens.
6.Jingle bells because
The history of our doubts,
Cries and sufferings
Is at its end.
Jingle bells because
Jesus will take us all
Around that throne
“I have bought children for you father
With my blood.”
Jingle bells because
We shall see the father,
Shall learn ,
All the mysteries
In our doubts.
Jingle bells because
We shall see
Hell no more,
Copyright © SAMSON MANYALA | Year Posted 2016
Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Of worlds make belief
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree
Copyright © John Parry | Year Posted 2013
WHAT I SAW
It was not the first time, nor would it be the last time that I would observe with pleasure that which I am privileged to see only once a year. It was Sunday morning as I drove to church. There is no other day like this one in America and much of the world. It was no surprise to me. It's just that I will never get use to it. I'm sure you saw it also in your neighborhood.
The two major grocery stores in my community were closed, one of which is normally opened 24/7. Some service stations and drug stores were opened, and so were the 711 convenient store; but the major shopping centers were all closed. Sundays are generally tamer than other days, but this Sunday was more than tame. The massive parking lots were empty; and today is truly in a deep state of rest with most of its activities curtailed. I only wish I had a picture of those empty lots.
Today, the absence of commerce, shopping, and the empty parking lots were in their own way making a declaration. They were speaking with one voice and saying, "A child was born many years ago, and today we celebrate his birth"!
Many people are going to church today who otherwise would not be attending. This group will make special efforts to attend church either out of tradition, or because they believe that a special child was born. Some will renew or change their minds and recommit to continue going to church.
Perhaps you were thinking that I saw some miraculous event or sited an angelic occurrence. Maybe you are thinking that I saw a magnanimous random act of kindness. Could it be that you assumed I witnessed a special sun rising or a special cloud formation? No, none of the above was things that caused me to pause or stare, or become afraid and overwhelmed.
Nevertheless, I observed and took note of a miracle that causes commerce to take a break. That is scary. I also sited the calming tide of inactivity in my route to church as if the angelic host had spoken pause to the atmosphere. The very solemnity and tranquility of a morning like this has already shown to me that the child has shone brighter than the sun in the hearts of millions, and like a beautiful slow moving cloud, a love haven for him has been formed in the hearts of mankind the world over. And today, the world that I witnessed, paused and bowed at his feet. 12272011(Edited12112015)(Contest, What Christmas Means To You)
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
I have no rational faith
that I can think of
much less full-will with full-intent comprehend,
of spiritual systems as progenitors
of natural systems
No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA
ecopolitical evolving regenerate systems
No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil and Death analysis of
without prior appositional, dipolar
healthy wealth of information,
fractal strings of (0) soul dialectal polymorphs
confluently optimized sensory reception
and responsive experience of healthy regenerative "God" is good
diastatic Beloved Climaxing Win-Win CoOperative Communication,
positive/negative co-gravitational enculturation intent.
I have rational bicameral faith
that we can each and all fully comprehend
as Positive-Left EgoBioYang = NotNotNegative-Right EarthEcoYinYin.
Here, in this polymorphic metasystemic mindbody balancing space,
we may discover treasured wealth without walls
of cytosine-biocentric QByte/8-bit reverse hierarchical
+/(-,-) 0-binary, double-bound temporal,
formative eco-political balling knotting knitting
of Earth's co-gravitational balanced harmonics.
DNA Wisdom leads toward our dual destiny, divinely human.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015