If miracles were made in the Sun
I would come and see you before the day is done
I would whisper good news in your ears
And touch the passion that has been sleeping for years
And drive out the monstrous fear
Wake up to the peace around you
for summer is smiling within you
Go shopping for your summer wear
And live the life that you always fear
Go partying on the beach, and bring
The carnival back on the street
And wear something nice above your knee
For you are going to make noise in
The street for the entire day
until the stress goes away
You will carnival in state, city, village and municipality
Until you drive the demons out of the town
Give everyone an hand Kerchief to wave and make some
Noise in the place; eat drink and be merry
According to the biblical prophecy
, you can hold the world in the palm of your hand
And the heavens will make you strong
Nature will tell you what to do for life is bigger than you
Sound the alarm in every town and dance till the mountains
Come down, and when your hearts are free you
You will slip away from the crowd and walk
With me in silence by the sea ,and gaze at your destiny.
"For we are his workmanship (poiema), created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared in advance that we should do them." Ephesians 2:10. "
I read these words in the whole context
of the book of Ecclesiastes.
When “all is vanity”, what comes next?
“Excess” say some enthusiast-ees.
“Eat, drink, and be merry.” - Don't we lose
the goal - when pleasure's all we achieve.
"Work" is that prepared gift from God we use
for outcomes which man cannot unweave.
Even Solomon ends, this thought in mind
“Fear God and keep all His commandments.”
Ponder, if God is the judge, we'll find
in the final grave, rightful recompense.
Where the Lord's wisdom and strength are compromised,
labor loses when self is lionized.
In loneliness, stranded in a row boat in dark nights,
Looking for the beacon of light, last hope to survive,
In sadness and despair, even the bright day looks so gloomy,
The nights seem haunted by the dark shadows in mind,
When one loses hope to survive being separated by lover,
Feel like jumping over from the cliff, and reunite in another life.
With the lost muse, eat, drink and be merry,
Invite some friends and forget about all the worries.
With lost muse, nothing comes to mind,
A bright day is bright, a dark night is dark,
With lost muse, get on the cliff, and glide like a bird,
There are no tears to shed, only to be amazed by beautiful valley underneath.
I've heard some say
Life is short.
Enjoy. Enjoy.
Do enjoy while you can.
So some say:
Do the eat, drink and be merry dance
for now is here
and domani be quite questionable.
Push aside all others. They just get in the way.
Be first in line.
Ignore the poor.
What have they to do with you?
They wouldn’t be needy if they worked harder,
Right?
What? No ticket for tomorrow in your pocket?
No matter—you can always steal one.
Life is short.
Enjoy the enjoy.
However you can.
While you can.
And many a day
I’ve heard some so say,
say without the words,
say with the doing,
that just-for-me-nobody-but-me-me-ism.
So I've heard some say.
So I've watched some live.
Last night no pyre the land was; no tamarisk tree wood that’s
No wooden forest there was where cold night was silky silent
Inside of pumpkins there’re lightening the insightful candles
Left souls there were waiting for welcome with praying hauls
Souls they are now; forefathers’ souls now in holy existence
All changes into saints souls as we believe in spiritual trance
Let all saints come; let all come through our love as gratitude
Without chain of good ancestry none can show noble attitude
No need the dark night and drink wine on deceased souls to hail
Day and night; sun and moon; nature is our peaceful existing bail
No mask I need to wear before my hereditary prodigious souls
Don’t think I to serve in greetings only vegetable for me and all
So, eat, drink and be merry on wishing and praying day for saints
Let’s celebrate the day with sacred solemnity to get saintly taints
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
01/11/2022
Said the red rose I give to my love
Eat, drink and be merry
have a dance
but don’t be long
my nerves are impatient
I want to be taken into seclusion
where I can witness sensual sexual explosion
©Al Juman @TheSaidPoet9/17/2021
“Eat, drink, and be merry,”
the cry goes out,
as the party ensues.
Unsteady bodies, alcohol impeded
joints and limbs, numbed
commonsense, as they
dance, fornicate, and drink,
unknowing or ignoring
the Black Spectre of Death
who peers at these simpletons
through its beaked-face mask,
patiently awaiting the moment
its sharpened blade makes
its downward journey
upon the necks of the partying.
One would think,
armed with historical fact,
the simpletons of today
would have learned
from the deaths of close
to four hundred million
human lives, who chose
to dance in drunken abandon
beneath the blade of the
Beaked-faced, Middle Age demon.
Stupidity, as infectious as the plague,
the one human constant
throughout the ages,
dooming the dimwitted
to foolishly dare pandemic demons
to strike them down.
Brazen stupidity will not
save them from fact.
The grim Beak-faced Spectre
grins at their challenge
sharpens its ax,
… and strikes.
The stars move in slow motion,
not wanting to make mistakes.
The eyes of those who've lost love,
vow to do all that it takes.
The night is full of their dreams,
lasting until morning light.
Then the cold reality,
becomes like a cobras bite.
But such is the way of life,
there's no easy way to go.
It's but the wink of an eye,
You'll be gone before you know.
So eat, drink, and be merry,
there's no other way to be.
Though your day may be rainy,
the light of love sets you free.
date:1/8/2020
Oreos with chocolate chips
Potato sticks with onion dip
Drip the cheese all over those fries
Three scoops of ice cream and apple pie
Frito-lay corn chips beside a guacamole-filled bowl
Don't forget those Boston-creme doughnut...holes
And how about all the candies and the chocolate cake
Something's got to give you a slight stomach ache
These are merely appetizers, of course
Now it's time for the game, to eat like a horse
First comes the turkey, with stuffing and butttered yams
Along with sides of potato fritters and honey-glazed ham
Throw in a few sirloin steaks with sauteed onions, hot off the grill
A Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut'll give your taste buds a thrill
Now -- how foolish of me! -- I've forgotten the drinks
Left them in a cooler under the kitchen sink ...
So let's down a few maragaritas and some imported red wine
Y'all leave some room for beer chasers --- in a mug or a stein
Yes, fans, it's under two months till Super Bowl Sunday
Better start dieting now, so you'll still fit in your undies!
The needful prescription is scary,
Though we promise ourselves that we’ll try it,
So let us eat, drink, and be merry,
For tomorrow we diet.
'Six slices a day is the well balanced way'
the boffins back then told us all,
but now I'm not impressed, they say 'wholemeal is best,
and more healthy' their clarion call.
For a good spirit lifter, an evening snifter
was, we were told, good for the heart,
now they say fourteen units (down from twenty-one)
in a week keeps you safe, if you're smart.
'Drinka pinta milka day' the adverts said,
it's good for the teeth and the bones,
now 'half fat, low dairy' the choices are scary
I may well just leave them alone.
Our family had chips cooked in gallons of lard,
spread dripping and salt on our toast,
bacon ate with the rind, and no scraps left behind
gravy made with the juice from the roast.
We ate this sinful food with no qualms or remorse
and left the table feeling full,
those boffins may be right but I think, with hindsight
that their lives must be terribly dull.
Many a book comes
With collage on covers
Some become chums
A few of them lovers
When you have read
The poems and tales
The salty moon pales
There waits the cabby
We are in the look out
For new word and story
If you have your clout
You are in your glory
If this sounds airy-fairy
Eat drink and be merry
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5/16/2015
Perhaps the world should watch
the story of Polyanna
a little girl came to a town
embattled by fueds
her aunt owned the factory
and through greif had stopped
the town from creating fun
the child went from one to another
teaching them to find the joy of life
offering the helping hand
she made herself useful
creating friendship
she offered advice
she stated that the bible
says over six hundred times
to be happy
eat drink and be merry
slowly bit by bit
she made the town
a happier place
perhaps the world should watch
the story of Polyanna
perhaps bit by bit
we could make the world a better place
There was a city of Babylon whom
King Belshazzar ruled...
Till that one night, when he became “fooled.”
“Eat drink and be merry.”
Was the motto of the day!
But God had something else, he wanted to say!
The finger of God reached down
And wrote on the wall!
The prophet of God told the king,
his kingdom would fall!
The king panicked and later that night…
His kingdom fell… Without a fight!
May this be a lesson and a warning to us today!
We need to listen to God!
And what he has to say!
Our country may “enjoy” it’s wickedness and sin!
But one day soon! It will
be coming to an end!
Won’t you allow the writing of God,
to touch your heart’s door?
It was for me and you, that our savior died for!
God loves you more, than you’ll ever know!
He came to earth to redeem your soul!
By Jim Pemberton
The Night Belshazzar Died…
The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.
This king who thought he was so
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.
“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!
The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.
This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.
Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!
Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!
By Jim Pemberton
2008
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