JUSTIFICATION
Oh, what a distressing frustrating situation,
I’ve suddenly lost all my poetic imagination,
Nothing tickles me pink, no stimulation,
I want to create a poem of deep inspiration,
Which will meet everyone’s expectation,
But my thoughts are edging towards nullification,
I want to scream out loud, a slow dilapidation,
I’m reaching an uncomfortable exasperation,
My muse, has succumbed to misinformation,
Intimidation, and deviant calculation,
Goodness gracious,
Heard word she wants my poetic elimination.
Someone is knocking at my door, to my jubilation,
There stands a muse, I welcome with elation,
She is well known for helping those
Experiencing mortification,
Such a refreshing sight, she must after
Careful deliberation,
Give one month’s notification,
Looking forward to her presence,
Such a welcome application,
She will help me with my recuperation.
Behold, a rhyme is forming, what scintillation,
Delivering both articulation and jollification,
My previous muse jumped from poet to poet,
Everyone realized, fickle her motivation,
But my new muse and I realized justification,
We Popped a bottle of champagne in celebration.
Swinging along singing a song
Was a lass wearing a pale blue-bonnet
It was a beautiful day, the month of May
Her bonnet had flowers on it
The flowers were pretty it was a pity
The girl was on her ownsome
She didn't mind she wasn't the kind
She never felt sad or lonesome
The birds in the trees sang harmonies
A barn owl hooted with laughter
A dog passing by, gave a poodle the eye
She wasn't sure what he was after
A pig gave a snort he would report all this jollification
To a judge that he knew he was a gnu
A little above his station
At the end of the day, there was nothing to pay
The judge thought the pig's suggestion
To summon anyone for having fun
Was completely out of the question
When God came to be man
Silent was the heavens
upon this proclamation
Trembling the state of earth, humankind’s dwelling
yet on earth came he to be a man
When God came to be man
He dreamt of the man he would be
Not flying from the sky above
nor appearing from the earth beneath
but in a humble state he came unlike a God
When God came to be man
A virgin’s womb He chose for an abode
then served she the first tabernacle
A stable for a house
For a bed a manger
Thus a God lying in a manger
When God came to be man
A man was God and God a man
‘tis this gift He gives to humankind
So through him humankind
became like God
When God came to be man
A mission not of jollification but of reparation He served
A thorn he wore for a crown
A life giveth He away for our sins
‘tis this way redeemed we came to be by God
Will it be gazetted on the pretext of prejudice
As ever spelt...,will justice begotten or merely
Remains unattainable to a few kins in mind's
Declaration of Victor's triumphant jollification
Ever schemed to subdue justice as jurisdiction
Of lame sentiments are we the booty leakers
Whom engraves the freedoms of the generality
Mongers whom strain the ethos of democracy
Monsters whom robs and plunder our bounty
Mobsters and gangsters of that sort in courts...
At the end of the day is the stereotyped "us"
Who will suffer in this political distress spelling
A shipwreck in the gulf of egocentric politicians
Even my thoughts never taken into consideration
Viva... Viva ... Viva with my vote propelling them all
Propelling them to sail through yet they too draw
A blank on my concern, the hope drifts now that
Amandla is begotten by the spawn eager to spare
His glory I shout " Amandla kumajita " Msebenzi for
I am tired of picking from their pocket petty coins...
Lowlifediarist
I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present of gaiety.
I woke up in a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.
If expensive gifts weren't a must,
the Holiday stress would be less felt;
think for a minute of no presents
being given to folks of all ages...
wouldn't it be taken as an offense?
One thought will come quickly
to everybody's mind whose focus contradicts
what Christmas really means;
only its true meaning will make us fond,
scolding us of all the wasted energy.
Childhood was an exciting experience,
waking up on Christmas day with dreamy eyes,
and find lots of toys next to our bed;
just imagine how brats would have felt,
seeing only one present on the messy carpet!
In this high technology age of sour feeling,
kids expect more sophisticated gifts with a hefty price
and they will immediately toss aside those not to their liking;
even having the guts to complain to their parents,
who thought they were doing something nice!
Let's take the trivial jollification out of the Holidays,
not the spiritual one, which is a pure joy to share...
to confirm the scope of the real message
of what Christmas really means to people everywhere,
whose thoughts are turned to the birth of Jesus!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci