Best Joseph Poems
an impression of the world
stands before me
Left is right, and right is wrong,
and the mirror reflects a melancholy song.
i the mirror
not
the babbling brook,
or
the rippled river
whose images tell harmless lies.
i
the mirror,
who was once held in the
weak, shivering, hands of a life nearing its end
now lay
on broken, crushed bones, crumbs
and i
one thousand shards
the cracks
the jaded moments of my life.
i
an unintended semblance in the raging waters
crashing against the killing rocks of the rushing falls.
never utter the curse
"it can't get any worse"
the serpent swallows the swollen cow,
swallowed - the farmer's wife,
swallowed - her son,
swallowed - the thorny toad,
the black widow spider devours them all!
i the empty frame
the bits and bites of carpenter ants.
my world
a perverse facade
of
what should of been
of
what
is
of
what
was
or of
what? WHAT?
less?
i guess.
NEVER utter the curse
"it can't get any worse"
whose voice
will bring me peace,
whose rapier
will deliver me,
who will
burn my body whole
or
dig me a deep hole
or
throw me void of soul
into
the waters of the screaming ocean
who herself dies a slow painful death.
Dec 20 2015
armand
with a major contribution by
Joseph May
Farolitos: lanterns of candlelight;
Luminarias: outdoor fires of pine.
Both light quiet path on a Christmas night
for Mary and Joseph, old ones define
messages that the new babe is divine.
A candle in sack borrows from the two:
a delicate, hanging Chinese lantern,
and small fires left as a signal, in lieu
of rocks and tree signs, which later we learn
prompted phones and texts that we now discern.
Small fires still left, but a radiant glow
of Farolitos light wall and pathway.
All over cities and hamlets they show
an amazing, yet reverent, display
of warm stillness that gentles end of day.
December 13, 2022
"A Christmas Special Poetry Contest"
by Emile Pinet
A moonlight serenade drifts up to the stars
And joins the melody of the universe
Ebony notes accompany celestial guitars
And moonbeam rhapsodies soon disperse
The serenade plays with the steps of two
Evolving in love beneath a moonbow
Dancing to the ebony notes with a view
Their hearts rest with the soft music flow
Stardust descends as ivory notes join in
As he whispers sweet nothings in her ear
The tango of love is the dance within
And they dance a tune only lovers hear
Step by step, heartbeat by heartbeat
The music and love float to the sky
Light kisses under the moonbow meet
With impressions made in time floating by
Heidi Sands and Joseph May
8/4/17
Ah, King Biden, thou dost lie to me!
When thou blamest Putin for everything from sea to sea!
Dost my head look like it’s made of wood?
Your thieving son, Hunter’s, probably could!
Why not tell our kingdom of the three houses in Delaware you own?
Of course, on CNN, these facts....shan’t ever be shown!
It’s said you have much charm and charisma?
Did you learn such grace, in the halls of Burisma?
Your progeny’s laptop, some purport has never been found?
It drowned, one moonlit night, I heard in Puget Sound.
4-1-2022
Dear Jesus, did you know,
I have a Joseph, too?
Mine, like yours, is kind and gentle,
Loyal, loving, and true.
Like your Joseph, God sent him
To guard and protect our family,
And through the years he's done just that,
He's really very special to me.
Your Joseph, we've known as 'Saint'
by those who love the Lord.
He answered God's call with faith like steel,
Just as it was implored.
My Joseph, too, has led a good life,
With God at his center each day.
Through happy times and painful moments,
Mine knew you would lead the way.
Your Joseph, we call your 'foster father',
The best 'Pop' you could have had.
As for mine, he's been such a gift,
And I just call him 'Dad'.
St.Joseph,
Foster father of our Lord Christ,
Pray for us,
In our time of need we pray to you,
Watch over our children as you did our lord Jesus,
We pray,
That they shall be blessed with good health,
And that all sickness shall be removed from their bodies.
We pray,
For the newborn children, that they shall live and feel the love,
We as parents and grandparents have for them,
So that they, one day shall know and feel the love of our Lord Jesus Christ
Amen
A donkey carried Mary and her unborn child to Bethlehem
Joseph sturdily led the way on foot it has been penned
The donkey proved a faithful friend to Joseph and Mary
It got them to where they had to be on time and safely
The Democratic Party’s donkey logo was picked to demonstrate
How staunch democratic members normally operate
Taking deliberate moves on behalf of its constituency
Sacrificing speed for cautious concern and dependability
Donkeys are known to be stubborn and may refuse to budge
Like indecisive Democrats inclined to delay and misjudge
I applaud the Democratic Party’s’ efforts to serve so diligently
Its donkey logo fits their political and historical identity
After all, if the donkey was good enough for Joseph and Mary
How can I disagree, a Democratic sinner who prays infrequently?
Man of the sea, why are you departing, forever away,
touching a sail on the ship that glides, fading as a wave?
Winds of seas only waving, hugging flags goodbye for the brave.
The sails of your ship are shyly caressing wind at play.
Sorrow hymn is soaring and the grief is rising to the sky;
requiem of songs under the clouds, reminiscent of your ply.
Beyond depths of the ocean, you only become more silent.
In solitude your hardship; also love was born, peace, and strength.
Waves are rising and bowing - you on the ship as an island.
Urns with homeland's soil are swinging slowly to the rhythm.
Earth was bound with the ribbon of the water behind your ship.
The birds flew down on us, in your books of imagination;
there presiding, noble is spirit of right aspiration,
vivid pictures, distant lands - true landscapes. Now awaits a grief,
helm is free: forward, forward, guide to safety ship in distress;
flee from rocks under water far, after thick fog is dispersed.
The drums are playing long, in your honor, quiet requiem song.
Requiem pageant, dark covered in silence standing, all aboard.
Your noble urns of rest are anxious - saluted with the gong.
Enlighten, we shall carry your thoughts to the sides of the World.
I am Joseph the Carpenter, husband of Mary,
I am the Carpenter, we were the chosen of many,
Angel Gabriel visited the Virgin Mary, Mother
Of Jesus, I was accepted as His legal Father,
We became parents sadly, our Saviour to bury.
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Mary Joseph and the Donkey
By Franklin Price
12/23/2105
Mary, Joseph and the donkey, on the way to Bethlehem.
Jesus not yet born, but he was still with them
Warm in Mary's stomach still swaddled in the womb.
Would be crowded in the city, hoped that they could get a room
Finally arriving, they were tired and needed rest.
They tried but found no lodging which put their patience to the test.
The innkeeper announced, to give a room he was not able
But they could have a place to rest in the corner of the stable
There was nothing else to do and no place else to stay
Quickly they must get inside, God was about to have his way
Although the conception holy, the birth came naturally
And there was baby Jesus for all the world to see
They wrapped him up, and moved the cows, and laid him in a manger
Angels watching down on them to keep them out of danger
Little did they know, wise men and kings were on the way
They heard it through the grapevine that Christ was born that day
Shepherds saw them passing by and joined the growing crowd
Arriving at the stable dropped to their knees and bowed
The star that brightly led them there still glowing in the sky
Shining on the king of kings who on the cross must die
For Christ was sent to save us, he was God's only son.
Was sent to live among us, to show he was the one.
If we believe this story's true, that Christ was heaven made
Our everlasting life is free our dues by Christ were paid.
When Joseph awoke
He did as the angel of the Lord had commanded him…
Matthew 1:24
Joseph is a silent hero of the gospels
In Matthew
We had our most extensive encounter with him
Learned that he struggled with the news that his bethroted “was found with child” (verse 18)
How many concerns must have gone through his mind?
Worries about what the community would think?
Perhaps anger?
Certainly confusion
Yet in his dream the truth is revealed to him
He obeyed and “took his wife to his home (verse 24)
This act of obedience suggests a humility in the man that we who are fathers are called to imitate
Like Joseph
We can worry about many things
Like Joseph
We can worry about our fears when things seem out of control
Trust in the Lord
Instead of anger
Respond with love
Instead of name
Respond with mercy
Jesus
Please help all who are fathers respond to their challenges
With the faith
And love of St. Joseph
Greg Erlandson
Turned to Poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
In oils, pure alchemy on canvas
luminosity unsurpassed.
Candle,furnace,glowing moon.
For in the world of art
he is worlds apart.
Mastery at
painting light-
Joseph
Wright
24th November 2015
For 'Favourite painter' contest, sponsor Nayda Ivette negron
Trump Tosa and his musky rat
Top buddies - (we’ll see about that)
Trump’s proved he’s not quitter
Counting votes from X (twitter)
Next Potus should be Democrat!
Con Trumpster has fallen from grace
He’s pleading “Launch me in to space”
Send me off to Mars
I’ll escape prison bars
And Musk Rat has a smile on his face!
Soon spaceman Trumpy’s in a rocket
‘Pal’ Elon tampers with a sprocket
What Trumpy doesn’t know
He on a one way show
The ‘return’ button’s in musk rat’s pocket!
But sadly, this poem’s a dream
Trumps got ‘Musky Rat’ on his team
The earth is in crisis
These guys roll the dices
I’m sorry for letting off steam!
What If Joseph Kissed Potiphar’s Wife?
What would happen if Joseph kissed Potiphar’s wife?
Just think about the impact this would be on his life!
If he’d entered into her temptation and charm…
This would’ve cause much damage and harm!
Many of God’s blessings, I’m sure he would missed ‘em!
If he’s let Potiphar’s wife reach out and kiss him!
Thank God that he didn’t succumb to her beauty.
He held fast and remembered his God given duty!
A life serving God was something that he chose!
Even if it meant her tearing off a part of his clothes!
Godly living was something he decided to choose!
Even if it meant him being falsely accused!
God used him while he spent time in prison!
He trusted God, and knew that he was with him!
I’m sure there were things that he didn’t understand.
But soon, God made him the #2 ruler in the land!
May this be a stern warning to me and to all!
Think about what temptation may cause you to fall!
Scripture says “resist the devil and he will flee from you!”
Run to God! And allow his presence
to surround you!
This society often encourages to “indulge” in sexual sin!
This is where so much heartache and misery begins!
Run to the Lord! Seek his spirit to lead and guide you!
A way to escape temptation, he’ll provide for you!
Like Joseph, run from temptation as fast as you can run!
And lay everything at the feet of God’s precious son!
His love will sustain you! Regardless of what you’re “missing.”
So you too can receive HIS love
and Godly blessings!
By Jim Pemberton