FRIENDSHIP DAY SAYS....
Friendship genises, not by just shaking a friend's hand ….
But, it extends , by attaching his mind to its full band….
Friendly feeling scratch, not by aligning information…
But,it creche and catch all range of friendly emotion….
Friends bejoy their earthy life ,by friendliness promotion…
And, they enjoy their sruthy of next life, before their cremation…
Love has its own tangibility war…
But, friendship is beyound physical bar….
Some say love is blind...
I say,true friend is always kind…
Categories:
creche, friend, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
So, Saint Paul, you faced a thorn in your flesh?
I can hardly hide my envy tonight.
Softer and smoother than hay in the creche -
My cross does her best when I dim the light.
No threat of pain, unless it might service
promise of pleasures that she seeks to give.
Aroused ev'n more because I am nervous,
she loves most the sin she'll never forgive.
Keenly attuned to fantasy's wishes,
she pushes me down, proves herself master.
Then she reclines with grin so malicious,
as well-taught student courts his disaster.
Paul, I'll take black thorn instead of white thighs.
Let me trade. Let me trade! Let me trade!!! Lies ...
5 May 2023
Categories:
creche, dark, desire, dream, evil,
Form: Sonnet
It's the time of the year
Time for christmas cheer!
Friends and family are coming
To celebrate christmas together.
The smell of the sweets, traditional sweets
And; the bright lights are on the streets.
Snow is all around,
Much to the children's joy that surrounds!
Everything is decorated
O how beautiful is the Christmas tree!
O how perfect is the creche!
Everybody's singing carols to express
Thy Christmas Spirit!
Categories:
creche, 9th grade,
Form: Acrostic
Oh, Triple Androgynous Name remembered by no name
I am now a shooting star falling to Earth in shame
Mother-Father of every single mother and father
I am now an orphan under moon and sun in pother
Oh, shining mirror of the great invisible spirit
I am now the moon without her light for some to see it
The endless universal womb without body or flesh
I am now an aborted fetus with no single creche
Oh, very first human before even Adam and Eve
I am now in the curse of ignorance that Man can’t cleave
The very first thought though not one thought can ever be you
I am now to be forgotten to those I never knew
Oh, holy spirit whose name is forgotten in the Earth
I am now praying for your sole son to give me rebirth
Categories:
creche, abortion, absence, bereavement, depression,
Form: Ghazal
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
Your Best Free Verse 2020
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
creche, creation, dream, fate, garden,
Form: Free verse
The time of Christmas arrives,
The parents and children look forward to the beautiful days.
There is the countdown for Christmas,
Decorations at the house.
A Christmas tree that is real and beautiful,
Decorated with lights and Christmas balls and bells,
The tree is beautified with icicles,
Unique ornaments decorate the tree.
Buying presents thoughtful and precious,
Bringing delight and happiness to relatives and friends.
The meeting of relatives and friends,
Christmas parties where they meet.
Santa Claus might appear in his suit of red,
HO,HO wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.
The decorations on the lawn of the house,
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer and Frosty the snowman.
The Christmas carolers could be heard,
Favorite carols like "Silent Night" and "Santa Claus is coming to town."
The sacred Christmas Creche under the Christmas tree.
Going to church on Christmas Eve or Christmas day.
God's many blessings , the beautiful choir and friends at church,
Caring for our neighbors and friends.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
creche, appreciation, beautiful, children, family,
Form: Free verse
Santa Claus our favorite folklore hero,
His suit of red and beard of white.
What a welcome sight and delight,
Our favorite person at Christmas.
Parents and children look forward to his visit,
His black boots and his sack full of toys.
He stands beside the beautifully decorated Christmas tree,
Filled with decorations and Christmas lights.
The presents under the tree,
Wrapped exquisitely for each person.
The Christmas creche under the tree,
Symbolizing the royal birth.
The time of year that we all look forward to,
The hustle and bustle of companions and friends.
The snow falls softly on the spruces and pines.
The universe is magically transformed into a winter paradise.
Santa's sled with the reindeer ,Dasher,Dancer, Prancer,Vixen, Comet Cupid,
Donner and Blitzen.
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer guides Santa's sled
That beautiful time of year, when we are all truly blessed.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
creche, appreciation, blessing, christmas, friend,
Form: Free verse
There is a miniature house village,
On a piano top all of the year.
Three figures 'neath a roof grace its center,
A creche to trim for Christmas cheer.
Neath the little village swings a garland,
Scalloped and sparkly as the sky,
Hanging from one end to the other,
Trimming the scene for a while.
The little plastic creche was found
By wandering children at play,
Covered in grease disrespectfully,
In someone's garbage on a summer day.
I think you would say its star gleams now,
As it trims the little village from all the world,
Its place is honored, so clean and pure.
Atop a piano, sparkling, an all-season joy unfurled.
Categories:
creche, analogy, beauty, hope,
Form: Narrative
Of the bastard’s son, his mentality belied
That which was unforeseen among simple minded
People. A state with which corruption pollutes and lies,
While women in white sheets must be reminded.
For who can join in speech of which social populace cries,
When thou who is speaking knows not about the world therein?
A world filled with painted red roses living in a civility veiled guise
Must too soon realize that those who rule are those kingpins of tough skin.
Maidens of weak nature who abstain from pleasures of flesh
Are meant to be products of those who they sire from.
While pristine image flounders like a home creche
Mandates order amongst chaos, to live amongst the intellectually numb.
Virgin innocence reins clipped and controlled by those noble
Of intention, while the victim remains stuck in constructs – lost and immobile.
Categories:
creche, innocence, judgement, society, voice,
Form: Sonnet
Christmas is a miracle from God,
I look forward to Christmas each year.
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The tall Christmas tree decorated and looks beautiful..
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The presents wrapped under the tree.
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The homemade presents, cakes and cookies.
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The Christmas cards and letters that you write.
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The days with your relatives and friends.
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The delicious lunch or dinner prepared especially.
Christmas is a miracle from God,
The Christmas creche under the Christmas tree.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
creche, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, christmas,
Form: Free verse
My love crèche refreshes the niche
Where stacks of bliss
Vie to dish
Out the kind of love fleece
That my love nourishes and brandishes
Clear avenues
Where sorrow finishes
Blues disseminated in news and views
Expected to chart the way forward
In matters of the heart
That reward
The start
To an enriched setting
Enmeshed in prisms of happiness
Waiting
To displace an episode featuring unhappiness
Which sometimes creeps
Into nooks and crannies
In a berth that keeps
No faith in pennies
Counted once in a lifetime
In need of a dose of affection
Genuine to bless a life for all the time
When attention
Needed to bless a union
Is never in short supply
But given a standing ovation
To dry
Unshed tears
To grace a salutary coupling
Bereft of beers
With no inkling
To derange the range
In which love lubricates
Gears to arrange
Happiness states
In which bliss thrives
Heartbeats breathe well
Sweet love derives
Love feelings that swell and spell a love scale.
Categories:
creche, poems,
Form: Free verse
The church bells ring out, on the Holiest evening of all
they are calling the people of God, its Christ's enthrall;
I SING YOUR PRAISE FOREVER OH LORD ALMIGHTY ONE
BORN UNDER A STAR, ANGELS SING REJOICING HYMNS
As the snow falls gently to the ground without a sound
the devotees come close to see the creche renowned
CROWNED APEX OF HEAVEN'S SPLENDOUR SHINES SUPREME
DEEPLY INSIDE THE CAVES YOUR NAME ECHOES FOR ETERNITY
The church bells ring out on the Holiest evening of all
they are calling the people of God, its Christ's enthrall.
Liam MacDaibheid
Mystic Rose
Categories:
creche, christian, christmas, faith, god,
Form: Couplet
The Creche Painter
I am a pine, 4 feet tall;
My needles formed in green plastic;
Tiny lights and tiny gifts adorn me;
While I shade miniature figures of glass.
Glass – hand painted lovingly
By poor, worn fingers, with eyes squintly smiling;
The painter glowing, knowing
Her savior was born a babe,’
But one day touched her heart
And found Himself a home.
She hums a hymn as she prays to Him
That she will do justice to his face;
His glass blanket of soft blue
Will warm his dear body where he lay.
And she pats her brush to fluff white sheep
Baaing after their tan clad Shepherd; then
Adding colors bright to night traveling wise men,
She lastly gilts the halos of Mary and Joseph.
A glow now encompasses her table
She is one, serene in her work;
Her heart ever lives and paints in his stable.
Categories:
creche, art, imagery,
Form: Free verse
The bright star I saw
Love’s inner crèche prepared
Ready for Jesus!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 November 2016
Categories:
creche, christmas, jesus, love,
Form: Haiku
Seventy two millimetres of giant oink isn't a mild fashion statement. It is a hook and curve with two crevasses. A creche in a canyon jump is a dramatic effort of tree construction. A limpet lump can bring much luck to a tulip who smiles in a breezy field. Whilst free forming a piece of pie is mostly equivalent to a large vibrating fridge freezer whose legs whirl in a tinted air of colony. Oh look a basting vest. Vehicular movements. Peak of a partridge beak. Yellow yachtsman yapping yeast. Directional orbital flow. Flights of officialdom. Narrowed in broths. Fashion a fish favourably as it is driving a lorry. *** ha and eat 600 portions of porridge with one hand and electric toast with your foot. *** hahahaha *** manifestation ***
Categories:
creche, baptism,
Form: I do not know?
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