Best Magi Poems
Snowing tonight….incandescent, luminescent,
Silvery snow, whispering divine dreams..
Air misty, breeze calm, serene! Do I see the
Brilliant Star, which directed the wise men
To a stable on an evening of starry twilight ...
When the three wise magi spotted the
Brightest star in the east, their surprise,
And their exhilaration knew no bounds!
Our Lord has come to us, the star beckons,
We must follow the glowing light and find our Saviour!
Sights through my window-panes are blurred!
Rooftops getting blanketed with white
Shimmering laces! treetops beautifully
Embellished with silver ornaments,
Grasses caressed by softest drizzle of snow!
This is the night, holy night for the universe
When we welcome our Lord to illuminate
Our life! They found Him in the manger,
Divine baby and Holy Mother they prayed to,
Most precious gifts were showered on Him!
We gaze with wonder at glittering stars above,
On this magnificent Christmas Day, in every
Glistening snowflake I behold Christmas magic -
An aura of love and compassion for the needy
Envelop the world with spiritual grace and harmony!
Joseph
and Mary
traveled on a
donkey
to give birth
in Bethlehem,
but there
was no room
in the town's inn
In the
silence of
the starry night,
born in
a manger
the dear Savior
Angel
announces
to the shepherds:
"Today
nearby is
born a baby
God's son
the Savior,
Jesus the Lord
Angels
sing: "Glory
to God in the
highest,
peace to His
people on earth.
Shepherds
came to the
stable to pay
homage
to the new
Infant Jesus.
Magi
came adored
offered Him gifts
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“And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
“And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.
“He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest” (Luke 1:30–32).
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Star
Rises
In the east,
The three magi,
Scholars from afar
Follow its guiding light
Over hills and through deserts
To a small town called Bethlehem,
There pay homage to the new born king
Bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Written 22nd December 2020.
Wishing everyone a merry Christmas or (happy holidays) and a better new year for us all.
Meera counts the money.... just one hundred and fifty rupees. Still to pay to the grocer and the electric bill. The guests will come and to greet on the Diwali and Happy New year, some sweets for them. For children , there should be chocolates and light drinks. The homeless people will come in the morning and will have to give a rupee to each. It just leaves 15 rupees. Tomorrow will be Diwali and the day after The New year….For years I have not given any gifts…Oh, Madan.
Meera looks at one of her gold ring on her right hand
As the ring’s grove is empty without any stone.
She lost the diamond of the ring long back unmindfully.
She left for a jeweler’s shop to sell her only treasure.
And to buy a Dipawali Gift for her husband Madan
Who liked and used to play with it in their secret hours.
She buys a gold single bangle for her Madan’s right hand
Even after finding the perfect gift, she begins worrying
That he will be displeased by her bare wrists’ appearance.
Madan comes home, looks at her and greatly shocked.
Reacts a little knowing that his reaction will make sense
When Meera opens the gift of diamond he bought for her.
As she opens the box, Madan reveals, he bought it
Selling his gold bangle, a positive sign of his masculinity.
The story stops here zooming out of the epic proportions,
The gifts that seem useless are the quests successful
We feel, they are the wisest givers and are the magi.
Meera and Madan - the Indian Names
**Bangles are traditional ornaments worn mostly by South Asian women in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. Some men also wear a single bangle on the arm or wrist called kada or kara. In Sikhism, the father of a Sikh bride will give the groom a gold ring.
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January 1, 2015
Form: Free Verse
First Place win
A vision a thought of apparel
Outreach choral or a group of gather to withness a proposal
Given in mean A good deed
Sound raven to a revolt champs of champions secured witness witness Hands welcome greatness fit of a tone
Numbers and letters how they create great character
Numbers and letter how they create great characters
Gather of wind wind apose written a tilt to a vision lords grief could unfold Such lettering greek or greeting of meet to learned but perhaps
Numbers and letters how they create great character
Numbers and letter how they create great characters
Taller a ladder hard the fall but of good written or of context is words Words or that if fitting
Out played or out of time to matter
Pick a berry to pick a shore how have matter out weight tide
Numbers and letters how they create great character
Numbers and letter how they create great characters
Life shape or maybe bend to shoe of tide look to fiction look to great how Did letters just of words create or make just a sign
Or a pavement to walk
If all was said and all hold true that Rome was not made over night what Hold true of you and I
Is numbers and letter how they create great characters.
On a dark, mysterious and cloudless night,
A shooting star traces its way from the east.
God’s shining divine messenger glows bright—
Directing the Wise Men’s excursion for peace.
Knowing even God’s folly can only satisfy,
The Magi choose not to ignore this holy clue.
They set out trailing this light in the sky
With promises of the Prince of Peace in view.
With no gifts fit to endow the sacred family of God,
They bear two symbols of man’s generosity and gold.
Guided by the divine grace above on they trod
With sublime visions of God’s realm to behold.
When thoughts of peace good will toward man
ring out this special day, shall we forget what’s
going on around us?
Life today is a sea with waves rising in ominous
regularity, and break in on the shore of our individual
conscience. Are we prepared to discharge our duty?
We have a Department of War who’s business it is to
wage war; why not have a Department of Peace whose
duty it is to make peace?
The outstanding religion today seems to be Confucianism.
We need reminding from time to time that God is not baffled or bewildered by all of man’s muddles and follies.
Is Religion based on what is grasped by brain or is Religion
based on what is grasped by the heart?
With the right of messianism,
And the depth of free will,
They journeyed to Bethlehem,
To hear the parents spill.
Zoroastrians true and ready,
Ripe for the monologue bold,
They offered gold and incense,
And on Mary’s story they were sold.
Called wise men, magicians,
They could interpret the land,
Jailing’s, fishing booms and births,
And so told people about their hand.
They knew the power of the stars,
The connection, their meaning,
So followed one to that lively abode,
Where Jesus lay with apparent feeling.
God did not appear to them,
By a star in vocality,
But they just gave cerebral relevance,
To that asteroid motioning entity.
The gifts they offered and gave,
Did not signify the incarnation,
But were considered gestures,
Of the magi’s visitation.
Their religion let them speak about,
The predicted life of the babe;
Prediction was their position and seat,
As at semiology they were abe.
Christianity did not come from Judaism,
Zoroastrianism was its predecessor,
As its followers searched for a messiah,
Every day, with such earnest vigour.
Christianity centres around a messiah,
A cultural saviour from social retardation,
Which Jesus was back them,
In a world of poor folks’ isolation.
Jesus was a Jew, a temple boy,
But proclaimed his own religion,
To follow him and not just the Torah,
Which was in no way old and gone.
The impact of these Zoroastrians,
On Israeli life and society,
Can only be understood,
As Christianity’s modernity.
the magi rode again
after the star of David rose to reign
the royal in manger in the stable
lay he ready to enable
but Herode wanted him slain
Christmas
Christmas comes in long nights of winter
Honoring a child born so long ago
Restoring hope for peace on earth
In angel’s songs and shepherds bowed low
Sleeping child upon the hay
Taking Bethlehem by surprise
Magi from afar revere the new king
A humble child born before our eyes
Simple rhyme celebrates all that we treasure when days grow long with winter weather.
Coming of the Magi
Matthew 2.1-12
Verse 1: “After Jesus was born in Bethlehem...Judea,
During the reign of King Herod, magi came [Yeshua],
From the east to Jerusalem. 2 They asked: [aroma],
‘Where is the newborn king of the Jews? [paranoia].
We’ve seen his star in the east, and we’ve [hernia],
Come to honor him.’ 3 When King Herod [gonna],
Heard this, he was troubled, and everyone [won’t ya],
In Jerusalem was troubled with him [trauma (Athena)].
4 He gathered all the chief priests and the legal [torah],
Experts and asked them where the Christ was [Amonia],
To be born [stroma]. 5 They said ‘In Bethlehem [krona],
Of Judea, for this is what the prophet wrote, [Adonia]:
6 “You, Bethlehem, land of Judah, by no means, [aqua],
Are you the least among the rulers of Judah [enterica],
Because from you will come one who governs [insignia],
Who will shepherd my people Israel [loud n’ proud aura]”.
7 Then Herod secretly called for the magi and [drama],
Found out from them the time when the star [corona],
Had first appeared [prima]. 8 He sent them [begonia],
To Bethlehem, saying, “Go [n’] search carefully [beg ya]:
For the child. When you’ve found him, report [nihil mora],
To me so that I too may go and honor him.” Paronama].
9 When they heard the king, they went; and, [proxima],
Look, the star they had seen in the east went [comptonia] -
Ahead of them until it stood over the place [concordia],
Where the child was. 10 When they saw the star [folia],
They were filled with joy. 11 They entered the house [coxa],
And saw the child with Mary his mother [Collutorium gutta].
Falling to their knees, they honored him [phenomena].
Then they opened their treasure chests and [poma],
Presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense [aroma],
And myrr. Because they were warned in a dream, [gala] -
Not to return to Herod [inca], they went back to [ok plasma],
Their own country by another route [elegantia (got ya!}].
I believe this is Matt 2.1-12, and know that you will lambda,
Because this trauma dealt with by the magi, was brahma.
Common English Bible used.
"The Magi Beats Sweet Mindless Hum Drums Against Day's End"
The abstract lines
you hold onto tight
are leaving marks
in my heart
like rope burns
the pleasure of winning
by not giving in
and then some pain
when you walk my mind,
you never turn away, you stay
My mind
is volcanic
a salve for romantics
a soiled grave for real living
it is bedded 6ft deep in dreams
and new sheets wrapped
around us, the notes old
for loving and singing
it’s unforgiving
Love, my Love
A tug of war
between being there
and sliding closer to here
I kiss and swap notes
on a tongue enveloping
our secrets you wet
in the swimming of
hum drum daily exits
book marking
our beginnings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The Magician" / Andy Shauf
https://youtu.be/PN0RPWII7gY
"Do you find it gets a little easier
Each time you make it disappear?
Oh fools the magician bends the rules
As the crowd watches his every move"
Lyrics / "The Magician", Andy Shauf
https://genius.com/Andy-shauf-the-magician-lyrics
Vol 1.
Well, go ask the Magi,
and you may be extolled.
Yet, he may say you're crazy,
He's, three Millennium old.
Then, I went to the Magi,
with this question to pose.
If most opinions mean nothing
though everyone has some.
The Magi replied,
"don't,stand down wind Son".
The Magi is Wise,
the Magi is knowing.
Yeah, I'm half crazy,
And the MagI has Spoken.
******Hello everybody, I hope you are doing well. I haven’t wrote a poem in a long time it sees. So I am glad to write a poem for two women named JK and Magi. JK and Magi, two Ugandan women who were tortured, jailed and "correctively raped," because they were lesbians. Corrective rape is a horrific practice in which it is believed that rape can "cure" a woman of their homosexuality, leading them to marry men and have children. Because being openly gay in Ugandan society is so dangerous, these women fled the country, leaving their children behind.
You are strong like a tornado tearing down a town.
They wanted to make you weak, but by staying yourselves,
YOU ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE MADE THEM WEAK.
They are still being afraid and weakened by the power of fakeness when they continue to not be their true selves.
Yes you fled, but fled into the hearts of others only to share your love and strength to people who have been weakened.
Continue to light up the sky and the hearts of others.
For you have paved an amazing path for your children by just being, You.
The Wisemen were summoned to Herod’s palace, a night so fine.
He wanted to know when the star in the east rose, so sublime.
They hemmed and hawed for a while, for they figured out why
He was so keen on learning of the prophetic star in the sky.
Many children up to age two, were slaughtered, due to Herod’s fear,
The wise men did not seek their savior for another year.
The shepherds spoke of the star, but who heard? A few relatives, and sheep.
Baby Jesus was spared, one two-year-old, whose mother did not have to weep.
The manger scene we see today, although beautifully done, shows a bit of drama,
It makes things seem more Christmas like, seeing Jesus in a manger with his mama,
His daddy, Joseph standing by, the blessed family surrounded by angels, and animals galore.
Traditionally the scene is limited to three Magi, whereas, we believe there were many more.
It makes sense that there were maybe a dozen in this story of old.
As they were carrying precious cargo – valuable frankincense, myrrh, and gold.
According to Matthew, Jesus was a young child, of about two when they arrived,
Not a babe who would have fit in a tiny manger, that part of the story was contrived.
No matter what you believe, if you have heard the story, and feel in your soul it is true,
That alone should bestow blessings, faith, and love on a Christian soldier like you.