Best Wise Men Poems
W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him. It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day.
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today!
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.
H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You. Will You accept this love?
For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.
Wise Men Had Been Following
Wise Men had been following a bright star;
Distance they had been traveling was far
And in the night,
Should turn right;
With their camels they did start to spar.
Jim Horn
Earth has grown old
Angels veiled the sky
And night has gotten cold
To put to sleep the stars on high
Wise men saw a star
And found a treasure of I Am
Shepherds heard a voice from a far
And found their lamb
Wise men came from the east
In search of a new born king
They came to worship a new born priest
With glad tidings they begin to sing
They bowed and worshiped Him
Offering treasures of gold, incense, and myrrh
And to the new born King they hymned
As they sang the sleeping child began to stir
Wise men came down to worship
They came to share love divine
It was an awesome and intense courtship
In Bethlehem “wise men at Christmas” making the headline
They always made me happy,
The camels of the wise men,
The slowness of their footsteps,
Their self-sufficient ben.
Camels meant there was time,
For the three wise men to think,
To ponder upon their task,
To review their role as a link.
They were required to assess,
The child to be called god’s son,
To see if he could be a doctor,
To the poor, and to be the action.
Mary and Joseph were important,
To their question of universal worth,
So they prepared themselves well,
With questions surrounding his birth.
They understood that environment,
Is a factor in child development,
So endeavoured to contextualise,
The place of the baby’s commencement.
They predicted they’d be rejected,
By townsmen all along the way,
Spat at, maybe jousted with,
By loitering agitators arbitrarily.
Especially at the door of the inn,
There’d be jesters and jostlers alike,
People shouting “Don’t go there!
Avoid them, and get on another bike!”
And equally importantly, with respect,
They thought of their theology,
That their own actions may be vital,
To improving others’ sociology.
They considered their belief,
In an immanently coming messiah,
And renewed their vow to choose,
A protege who would take us higher.
So by the time they reached the inn,
They were very much prepared,
They could talk to each other freely,
About the saviour that’d been blared.
And the camels facilitated all this,
Preparation and consideration,
And gave the magi their pondering,
Upon seeing the configuration.
They enabled this baby to thrive,
Gave his family his manifestation,
And felt spent entirely at their visit,
Worn out by careful deliberation.
A fool seeks counsel
From devilish advisors
Wise men look to God
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Three Wise Men
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: December/2014
Jesus ______
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Gandhi |
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Martin |
. Men with pretentious brains should use their knowledge wisely .
By ridiculing others , they make nothing of themselves
other than unworthy fools.
A reposted quote !
“Are we under them or not?” they debated,
“Do we owe them explanation?”, they demurred,
Sure of their validation of this baby, they stated,
To Herod that one day it’d be the king conferred.
They knew they were doing something wrong,
To the Christ family and Jesus life which awaited,
Making his work harder by allowing scoffing long,
Specifying him for the Romans to have him fated.
But they believed in sociology as the mechanism,
For difficulties to be worked out through,
And upheld life and society as the atheism,
Which would confront their classism rue.
So revealed to Herod the birth of the child divine,
But kept back his address and how he looked,
So Herod ordered the death of every baby fine,
In order to kill that one infant that he’d booked.
He didn’t like the intelligence of the Zoroastrians,
The magi respected by all as insightful wise men;
Jews were bypassed easily as emotional pedestrians,
But the magi comprehended rational thought, ken.
So the wise men had integrity by respecting authority,
Showed consistency in their task to specify and select;
Were the original intellectuals who had subjectivity,
To both the Israeli people and the government elect.
Wise men: by jimmy muniks
My place reside in the psalms
Without to slug I still not a lesser person
However it is greatly unwise to face raved armies
My sling clings to my every mood
Rejoices in my interactive power
To win I remain ecclesiastic
Without the intervention of my Samuel
This writing might in time
However I seek to be at peace with coexistence
And a place for others in my every mood
Especially to love specifically
This way I am not greater than Adam
For I am captured at my lest rib in flesh and spirit
As that songster perfecting to tune there
In palaces where life is despised
Nevertheless my song comes out well
I pay tribute to the psalmist
The ecclesiastic than I am
These years so many
I only know there was a house of David
And the Calvary of crucifixion
Nevertheless
I have acquainted my best with the cymbals
Banding tribute to this psalmist
I seek through before my time
Far away it is epic but truly my maker
I catch in my sight truly a place to seek
These years so many
I only here the battle of Philistines and lesser men
“Are we under them or not?” they debated,
“Do we owe them explanation?”, they demurred,
Sure of their validation of this baby, they stated,
To Herod that one day it’d be the king conferred.
They knew they were doing something wrong,
To the Christ family and Jesus life which awaited,
Making his work harder by allowing scoffing long,
Specifying him for the Romans to have him fated.
But they believed in sociology as the mechanism,
For difficulties to be worked out through,
And upheld life and society as the atheism,
Which would confront their classism rue.
So revealed to Herod the birth of the child divine,
But kept back his address and how he looked,
So Herod ordered the death of every baby fine,
In order to kill that one infant that he’d booked.
He didn’t like the intelligence of the Zoroastrians,
The magi respected by all as insightful wise men;
Jews were bypassed easily as emotional pedestrians,
But the magi comprehended rational thought, ken.
So the wise men had integrity by respecting authority,
Showed consistency in their task to specify and select;
Were the original intellectuals who had subjectivity,
To both the Israeli people and the government elect.
Wise Men Still Seek Jesus!
Jesus is alive and wise men
still seek him!
He reigns in heaven and the earth
beneath him.
The one who was born in a manger
long ago…
Was to one day be the redeemer
for every soul.
As we enjoy the festivities of a
Christmas celebration…
May we take time to pray to the Lord
of all creation.
Jesus is more wonderful than
we can think of.
He’s more glorious than we
can ever speak of.
His majesty is a treasure
to behold!
His love is more precious than
the finest gold!
He brings to men’s heart
an unfailing love.
He is a precious gift
from his father above.
Will you join the wise men
in the journey ahead?
Won’t you listen to the powerful
words Jesus said?
His voice beckons a heavenly
and divine call.
Knowing Jesus makes Christmas
worth it all!
By Jim Pemberton 12/01/19
It is the belief of the ancient wise men
That is worth a must watch and listen
That self control is the backbone of human character
While justice is one of its key chapter
Control of emotions and desires defines a human that merits honor
Based on ethics and laws from the hands of the divine donor
Being mindful of others at zero-sum and adherence to right
And differing of personal gratification is also a quality of worthiness
Three “Wise” Men “walk” out of a bar.
“Where’d we park the camels?”
“I gotta get some of those magic shells.”
“Weren’t there four of us when we went in?”
John G. Lawless
©11/29/2022
It was one morning,
in the mist looms,
the face of the woman
that carries a not so winsome face,
possesses a warm smile
that attracted me to trust her.
The lustre of her skin,
and her glorious smile
forced me to dream,
and break my heart,
one time, second time.
The nice figure of her,
and her nice bums,
made me a crazy guy,
laughing and laughing,
all the day!
The next morning,
i got a dream job,
that changed my life,
to plan everything,
that can paint my love!
but loneliness in my life,
had its swipe.
I planned to take one girl at my home,
to paint my life which was dull,
day and night !
but i failed to know the truth
that regrets are bound to come,
as soon as my love reached at the end.
This act changed my brain,
and forget everything
that men are pompous,
who likes to flash,
the flashy stuff.
They swayed by the good looks,
and forget to know the truth,
that the ugly women in love,
possesses the beauty of heart,
that endures to posterity.
Each week they meet,
Putting on each other's moccasins,
Swapping problems and lies.
Answers to affairs of state trusted to the wind.
Examining man's shortcomings each time
in a new light.
The sun's rays finding their shoulders even on a dull day,
Reducing the size of any chips found.
Sharpening their wits, not their swords.
Each parting refreshed from the well of friendship,
Taking away food for thought and new perspectives to savour.
Taste buds still holding the flavour of a morsel well shared.
Each an inch taller for the rest of the day.
Minds well-fortified and free of mist,
For the rest of the week.