Best Mangers Poems
CHRISTMAS - Santa Versus Jesus
The 25th of December is the day of Christmas
were we all celebrate the coming of Jesus
yet we represent that day with a roly poly little man
called Santa Claus, why do we do this ?
why is Sant Claus sitting in department stores
amusing children and spreading the Christmas spirit to all,
while the birth of Jesus Christ is forgotten as if he
had never been born, the Bible has always been
a respected book and Christmas is a sacred day to all,
yet we give Santa carte blance over Jesus, I feel
there needs to be change as Jesus is the religious reason
that Christmas is being celebrated, while a pretender has
virtually taken his throne, I feel Santa Claus and Christmas
Trees should be replace by Mangers and Jesus, to
commemorate his birth and what he eventually did to save
man from his sins, I am not a religious man but do believe
religion should replace commercial venture and Santa Claus
should be replaced by Jesus, as he is the true King of Christmas.
Categories:
mangers, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Frosty sky
Lush local wood, chopped
Evergreen
Fragrant pine
Fills our home with holidays
Guiding star on top
Spiced cider
Peppermint cocoa
Gingerbread
Garlands, wreaths
Holly berries sprinkle red
Festive door greetings
Mom's carols
Of babes in mangers
Three wise men
Journey far
Angels, shepherds, miracles
Tradition belongs
We are not
Grim cheerless police
Glad tidings
We offer
Yes, we say Merry Christmas
In more than one way
We believe
Goodwill moves the world
Candles lit
Wish for peace
You and I are more alike
Labels camouflage
Christmas Eve
Stockings, cookies, snow
Jesus and
Santa teach
Goodness, giving, to children
My faith lies in these.
11/27/18
Categories:
mangers, atheist, celebration, christmas, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
I am not my brother's keeper
or my sister's either...
they've got their own lives to live.
But if they need my help
I'll always be there for them...
they're always welcome to all that I can give.
Of course I could make conditions...
set up harsh restrictions
and make them pay right through the nose.
But this isn't where I come from...
dogs in mangers don't have much fun...
life's river is only happy when it flows.
So I'm not my brother's keeper
or my sister's either...
they've got their own lives to live.
But if they need my help
I'll always be there for them...
they're always welcome to all that I can give.
Categories:
mangers, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
When we were vultures
Living in mangers
You told me you'd love me
Forever.
The seasons cry into each
other. The sounds warp.
You become a constellation.
A morass of deep meaning,
Filling my lungs,
Untill I can barely breathe.
Categories:
mangers, adventureme,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle : Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Nor of how déchets comets shunted life to arid earth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Wildly lashing oceans marked the limits of our maws
When travel slithered on foot mountains did us girth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
How many the astral bodies how shiny the lights of yores
Would clog up the firmament to keep us from eternal truth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Flights of human minds forged in the blasts of quasars
Can in no way enlighten the frigidity of the hearth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Even if life down hère could have evolved brazen bizarres
Pluck not excuses from the skies aloof to comfort us in mirth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores
Much rather stop this brilliant race from owning stars
Than believe in the sacrosanct rule of space by earth
Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Will life be chaste if we stoke more monstrous maws
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
mangers, allegory, stars,
Form:
Villanelle
Santa Claus is merely a figment of your imagination.
Ho! Ho! Ho! and off he goes down your chimney.
He brings shiny bright packages for your children to open.
He leaves sadness and disappointment when they don’t get what they asked for.
He has little to do with the real meaning of Christmas, even if you are one of those staunch Christians who think you will go to hell for celebrating anything about Jesus on the 25th.
Pagan worshipers they call us.
The real meaning of Christmas is Jesus Christ’s birth.
The real meaning of Christmas is the Son of God coming to a lowly manger.
He was enthroned in heaven and left the comfort of His plush environment to come down to earth and trample the head of the serpent-satan.
Forgive me for not capitalizing satan’s name—he is just a snake anyways!
He has no real power.
All the power given to Him is temporary in nature and is to draw the children of God back to their first love and that is Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ is the TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS and He had to come to earth because of His extreme love for you and me.
Just imagine if there weren’t any Christmas at all!
No mangers, no stars on top of the trees, no carolers.
What a sad time of the year this would be!
Jesus will reveal Himself to you this year if you sincerely ask Him to.
Simply get down on your knees if you are able and pray to Him.
Ask Him to reveal Himself to you and believe in faith that He will.
He always backs up His word because His word is alive and breathing.
JESUS IS THE WORD!
HALLELUJAH!
Categories:
mangers, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
What is Christmas to you?
Oxen's stall-or-shopping mall,
Mangers with hay-or-non-working day.
Angels at night-or-tinsels and lights,
Shining star-or-credit card.
Shepherds guarding their flock-or-what can be in that shiny red box.
A gift of gold-or-gold to hold.
Peace within-or-a tie again.
Wise men on bended knee-or-having the largest Christmas tree.
Time to reflect and think-or-simply time for a drink.
A time to share-or-gift wrap everywhere.
Celebrating with the family-or-having dinner served by three.
Quiet pause with kids and spouse-or-a highly decorated house.
Fulfilled promise from above-or-crowds and lines, and push and shove.
Silent night-or-partying till daylight.
The first Noel-or-stomp and yell.
The prelude to the Saviour's Cross-or-is it only Santa Claus.
Joy to the world-or-ribbon properly curled,
God come down from eternity-or-"What did you buy for me?"
The virgin birth-or-How much is that present worth?
The reason for the season-or-celebration with no reason.
Promise of life to come-or-"gimme some, give me some"
Smiles and hugs-or-"Bah'Humbug'"
The Birthday of our King-or-something else that needs returning'
Carol's sung by a mighty choir-or-merely chestnuts roasting in the fire.
Giving help to those in need-or-out on the slopes with blinding speed.
A little child's eyes opened wide-or-another chance for a snowmobile ride.
The baby boy-or-simply a brand new toy.
Everyday we are asked to chose,
So much to gain-or-so much to lose.
It's not for me to tell you what to do,
What does Christmas really mean to you?
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
December 9, 2001
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Categories:
mangers, faithchristmas, christmas, me, time,
Form:
Rhyme
For Dead Poets Who Yet Live
The earth swallowed you—
spitting out seeded words
to linger like dusty books;
pages yellowing on rotting shelves.
Like your blood,
your ink well has dried—died.
Tomorrow
we go in search of mangers—seeking
the resurrected word—crying out.
Old poets—at last—die; but
their words are reborn
in the pregnant minds left behind.
Categories:
mangers, allegory, death of a
Form:
Prose Poetry
Christmas Cheer
(Ricks 10-36)
It’s Christmastime
Ornaments placed
The church bells chime
Shepherds kneeling in awe
Jesus sleeping in the mangers straw
Where three Wiseman came to see
This child of Galilee
That night of love
Welcome king
Angels sing
Candles glow
Goodies baking
Hearts and faces aglow
Trimmed tree and mistletoe
Children having fun in the snow
Christmas brings such joy and cheer
Santa was already here
Gifts beneath the tree
Joyful night
Starlit bright
Merry Christmas to one and all!
“Ricks 10-36” 10.17.2011 by Erich J.Goller
10 lines--36 words--2/2/4/4/6/6/4/4/2/2
Rhyming lines 1/3-4/5-6/7-9/10--
Any subject--no stanza limit--
Categories:
mangers, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
Carnage creators. Crackerbreads chats. And a wide angled grinning photographer who is having appalling dreams of incorrect information is now ironed flat. Just like a pizza base. But no bassist can ever locate a pretty floral curve in the air. Especially when the expedition notes are playing B B B E E E B E B E B E AM A A A A. That is fundamentally different to a single quack or a peck. And when the legs have become tired from stalking a petal the hair relaxes. Thus turning from an electric hay bale into a carved creation. Wow. Laughter omitted from a painting can be very dramatic if the angles of voice are in a off position. So clap the switch. And so said a speaker who was gathering alot of dust which was not pleasing for the distinguished lord dog fogram de la mangers earl of Grayson hall. Harvesting can be achieved with a colander but nit a cylinder for cylinders carry cases of coned coniferous clambering chomping chocolates. And the arrival of those chocolates is said to desensify even the most frozen of sword. Swordfish swallowing swampy seas. And a little fortress flirting and flitting with a flat framework. Hahaha a bead over there! Is magnified in a spot light. Haha spritely springing stoical shell. Hahah musk mooing. Xxxxx elephantine xxxxx alphanumeric Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z ok then. And now eat a crystalized burger with a recorded relish. Z.z£5's %0¥808, 900, 909 $2 3 1 €666, 666, 666 and boom said an android article. *#*#7% of a piccolo cloud club. Z.
Categories:
mangers, adventure, america, assonance, aubade,
Form:
On my street there are many MacMansions
Full of stuff but not many grandsons
No pets with dirty feet
Just black balance sheets
And morality they have abandoned.
These nouveau riche Ole moneyed Scrooges
Have dinner talk of subterfuges
The poor they abhor
Not a tear on that score
No mangers please, they’ll take cruises.
No room in the Inn “Oh my what a sin”
Said the bankers foreclosing within
No bed for the King?
The streets just the thing
Perhaps the liberals will let Him in?
Categories:
mangers, holiday, introspection
Form:
Limerick
White was the winter night covered in snow
Icicles dangled from eaves all aglow.
Nestled were nestlings of child and sparrow.
Twined was the bittersweet all-round the harrow.
Earnestly each tiny heart took a leap,
Rosy, so rosy, was each little cheek.
White was the winter, wondrous, sublime
On forest and field and men in their prime,
No eye lacked a twinkle, no door lacked its wreath,
Dainty hay mangers lined each pristine street.
Even the traffic pranced looking merry
Reindeer antlers on grill, noses like cherries.
Lights hung from fir trees in villages squares
Arias sprung from church choirs in pairs.
No one was maudlin, the season was fine.
Dad, “Pass the turkey and then the red wine!”
Categories:
mangers, happiness, holiday,
Form:
Acrostic
What happens when I look at your face
What happens when I see you smile the plans I wrote
Are abandoned for a while
Staying away
From shear dismay
You never no what life may bring
But still I only want to hear one thing from the birds that shall sing
I wish to hear the ring of your
Name
I wish for them to whisper to me things you have only told me
I would like them to read me inside and out
To breath my expression of life into the world
To let them see
Who I have came to be
And what you have made me
Your heart isn't easy to read
But I can see through mud
And read into beauty
Depicting the heavens that lie within
You have no sin but a raw grin
That can pin my heart to a tree
And let the birds take it to flight
You are a bringer or light
With gods power and might
My heart is yours and there is no need to fright
Give me a match and watch as I jump in a cave
Letting the shadows take me
I do this because I know you that you have the strength to not let anything break
me
You can't break the broken but I see your shadow at my side and I am whole
The breaking is only there because I have felt the cracks over many times
Breathing and only speaking of the failures more than one time
A sign me a task to spread the joy
I wish to change the world
And you have brought this to me
A light house to a boat at sea
It mangers my gifts
Holding my plans
Holding my talents
And you safely guide them
Giving me one by one as the days go by
I shall wonder why soul mates shall be apart
And all I no is that you have become one with me and my heart :)
Categories:
mangers, loveme, world, heart, light,
Form:
Summer on the Farm
As Related By Britches
By:Tom Wright
8/7/2006
Britches gets up early
To greet the breaking of dawn,
A stretch, a scratch,
And if sleepy, a yawn;
Old Elsie the cow
Anxiously awaits his pull,
He hopes when they’re done
His buckets near full;
Later he’ll throw
The chickens some scratch,
By then his mom will yell ”Pancakes”
And he’ll go eat a batch.
Tater peelings and buttermilk
Will make up scraps for the hog,
And while he’s at it
He’ll sail a biscuit to the dog.
Then with four buckles on
It’s off he goes to the silo,
For his fair entry’s ration
Of molasses and Milo.
The gate still needs fixin
On the property that they lease,
And his mother’s making pillows
So she’ll need down from the geese.
He’ll re-pen that Billy
And put the piglets with sow,
Fork hay in the mangers
And head out to plow.
He’ll spend untold hours
Following a mule named Blue,
Which causes me to ponder
Who was smarter of the two?
Britches next year graduates
Bringing news quite alarming,
That whatever life’s role
It would not include farming.
Categories:
mangers, childhood, funny,
Form:
Lyric
We are the managers of every situation
Citizens of a fragile nation
We are the believers of impossibilities
Despite our numerous capabilities
We run away from our responsibilities
And blame the failure of our leaders for the ruin of our cities
We are the managers
Managing the manageables
Enduring the endurables
And pushing the pushables
We are the mangers
Our wages we are hardly given
Yet we still manage to go to work
For their mistakes we have strangely forgiven
After all we must work
We are the managers
Who rarely have stable power supply
Yet we must fulfil the law of demand and supply
Maybe because we cannot fly
Proper management we do apply
We are the managers
Who despite being failed repeatedly
We hold on to our dreams persistently
Doing the same course repeatedly
Just because we will not hold the table of Mr Lecturer
Or bow to the harsh dictates of Miss/Mrs Lecturer
For to us, our dignity and future are the things that matter
We are the managers!
Yes we are the mangers!
In whose home resides hell on earth
Probably the love never came from the heart
And for the sake of morality
That exists in our community
We forever manage our incompatibility
And forever remain in an unwanted emotional unity
WE ARE THE MANAGERS…
To be continued…
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Categories:
mangers, betrayal, community, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme