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We six sheep of Bethlehem be
Bogg, Whiff, Wheep, the triplets and me*
We all get fed and sleep in this shed
It's simple, but so are we!
O star of wonder, star so bright
Guiding strange folk here tonight
Unsuspecting sheep affecting
Oh, what a holy fright!
Who's these people? Oh Golly Gosh!
What's a'doing? Bish! Bash! Bosh!
There's a stranger in our manger,
Offsprung into our nosh!
O wondrous star, so satnav wise
Heaven guiding fat rich guys
Who needs peasants bringing presents?
Kings give the best surprise!
It's them shepherds - oh, what a pain!
Nosy types - a sheep's daily bane;
Off their backsides from the hillsides
Interfering again!
O wondrous star, O shiny thing
Even a sheepie can look at a king
Happy greetings, birthday bleatings
Who knew the sheep could sing?
O party star, O star so true;
Kings and shepherds having a do
Dancing clapping, no chance napping
What's a tired sheep to do?
Our bedroom's filled with brilliant light,
With people that we didn't invite
And something odder in our fodder;
Oh, for a Silent Night!
*Sheep can count but, as Eric Morecambe might have said, although they have the right numbers, they are not necessarily in the right order.
I hear the boots of Krystallnacht
marching in our streets
Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…
Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar…
I hear the glass of Krystallnacht
clinking 'neath their cleats
Dirty Jews… Jew pigs
Free Palestine… Intifada lives
I see 'our leaders’ cower
turning backsides to the fray
like Harvard's President, Claudine Gay
POTUS Biden asked a question, walks away
I see my fellow Jews betray our cause
shouting, 'Intifada Revolution'... 'No More Genocide'...
seeming not to understand
disunited, we perish by suicide...
Have we forgotten, do we not recall
His covenantal promise we'd never fall
One place to turn, one Name to call
~ God of Israel, save us all
There are too many people walking around every single day
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say
You need to know who you are and how you came to be
And if you are a child of God you are royalty
We are all descendants of the most high God
children of the King
But if you don't have a relationship with Him
That concept doesn't mean a thing
But God says we're all royalty so we need to comprehend
That it's not our culture, it's not our race it's being creations of Him
Now the enemy is on the prowl working day and night
Trying to deter our youth from acknowledging God's light
Too much social media with Twitter, Facebook and Skype
So caught up in their Cel phones and every technological hype
But God looks at our hearts, He discerns what's inside
He's not concerned about hair color, tattoos or exposed backsides
God says we're royalty, He says we're His chosen offspring
And He called a young David to come forth and do a new thing
Now David was not a fighter he was a tender of sheep
But God can flip the script and with faith make you take the leap
God can use anyone when it comes to accomplishing His goals
He can call on the most unlikely person
and infuse him with power and control
God says we're royalty with power, majesty and might
He will bless and anoint us with grace, mercy and light
God says we're royalty and when He calls us to serve
Don't second guess His actions this appointment you deserve
To be a vessel that God will use, a means to an anointed end
To change the course of history to benefit all men
Now David was to battle but not King Saul's way
David had a god-given talent to be put on display
David was a projectile warrior a master of the slingshot
So he picked up 5 smooth stones and proceeded towards his lot
Only one stone was needed to take Golieth down
It hit that giant in the forehead
and immediately knocked him to the ground
David's actions changed the course of history
It also came to affect his entire family
Eventually David became a king
and because of his faith and behavior
His descendants became the line that produced
Jesus the Christ Our Savior
And like David I know who I am
And from Whom I came to be
And like David I'm a child of God
And God says I'm royalty
Love comes in all
shapes and sizes – Thank God!
Myself having evolved in some
rather, undesirable directions...
But what is the same anymore?
Environmentalists say, not the sky!
Not the seas! (Seagulls flying off
with bees to who knows where?)
As those wide-open spaces – gone!
Concrete and steel having replaced
colorfully tinted rural faces, with grimacing
gray features – tenements rabid with crime
and moral filth...desperately in need
of far more heavenly graces – or, at the least,
the lofty illusions pearl-necklaced TV Moms
once gave us.
Libraries, the sacred cloisters of
of enchanted places and mystical dreams,
no longer bearing, at the least
informative fruits for deliberative
minds; such institutions polluted
with Liberal Politics, personal greed
coupled with insane hunger for
for power over more docile others,
a hollowing of the human soul
leaving a bitter emptiness
and disconnect where once
thrived the fertile seeds of cooperative
living...
So, what is the new normal?
Hell if I know! Politicians
speaking out of both sides of
elongated, medically enhanced
lying mouths – technically new?
Educators enunciating with their
backsides – but now their pant’s fully down,
Punctuating a Marxist agenda, their
transforming goals openly on display --
perhaps for them, a new honesty?
College students confused as to which
way to turn in bed – enough to confound
the most flexible contortionist….
Thank God for alcohol!
Crannies in Time
Resting beneath a pile of silken scarves and soft kid gloves -
Hatboxes filled with old tweed caps, cuff links bearing long lost crests,
A leather box – a jewelry case – opened to reveal a ballerina’s spinning grace,
To release a mania of memories, popping up like popcorn, as if they waited
To jump out - surprise conspiring to astonish eyes of wonder;
Travelers in time, arms of welcome pointing to a portal for hearts returning
With startled souls among the murals painted on their walls in time indelible,
Revisit wrinkles in eternity where moments recline -
Retell events re-formed by memories cast in sterling,
Linked by silver circles showcasing milestones days, precocious pets,
Musicals with wishing wells, a lovers vow, frayed dancing shoes,
Milestone birthdays, skis for winter, umbrellas for a city clothed in rain,
Side by side with souvenirs, states with nicknames stamped on their backsides
Collections, a crowded patch of rambling flowers scampering up a garden wall
Poking through the tiny crannies left by minutes flying by in streamers flowing,
Daylight merging into starlight - midnight gliding past each dawn -
Captivating charms guarding sacred spaces where treasures abide
Now seen through cracks in time, amid the winds with hands of ice,
Hearts welcomed back to reflect in sanctuaries warm
With new eyes that once searched for ghosts of meaning –
Specters - understanding - come in focus.
Hail, the vale aches from retraced tattered feet going hither and tither the rambunctious brood, as dawn's golden sleigh race into a sanguine morn, of languishing warmth to sheath from the fleecing errant breeze, of yonder mountaintop, amidst a blanketed respite snow made heavy from the weight of the gods, who sit eyeing the mere mortals workloads that wanes into clear desks and cold seats. Traffic slows in the late afternoon and speeds when loosened while the dusk undresses the night, whose yawns of wearisomeness is inhibited by their backsides while bustling and hustling end, lain ontop of unkept beds.
2020 January 14
we need to know who we are
and how we came to be
we need to know that as children of God
we are royalty
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
we're all descendants of the Most High
God's offspring
as our relationship with Him
comprises everything
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
the enemy is on the stroll
working everyday
deterring our youth
from following Yahweh
too much Facebook, WhatsApp, Instagram
and Skype
too caught up in their cell phones
and every technological hype
but God looks at hearts
what's inside
He's not concerned with hair tints, tattoos
nor expose backsides
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
God will use anyone
to accomplish His goals
even the most unlikely
He'll infuse with god-like control
a young David, God did choose
by many he was expected to lose
but David knew who he was
and from where he came to be
he was triumphant for as a child of God
assured the victory
David became a king
for his faith and behavior
His descendants
the line of Jesus Our Savior
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend.
It's not about race, nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
God's says we're royalty
with power, majesty and might
for He blessed us
with His grace, mercy and insight
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
A custom stove was needed for the camp were the show would
be performed. They stacked straw inside six erected fpour by fours
and used chicken wire to hold them in place. A canvas was used
to create a make shift roof the walls were longer on the front and backsides.
shorter in the middle. Two by fours created structure for the canvas
which was laid and stapled a pipe went up and suddenly we had
heat. Breakfeast and Lunch were smokey delicious. When the ladies came
we readjusted our conversations to be both kind and friendly.
Soup poetry ius Poetry Soup backwards
not spelled backwards but backwards
were you to spell it backwards it would
be: Puos Yrtoep. That say's nothing.
Nothing she responded: Nothing he said
as some watched them take nothing
and talk about a whole lotta something.
It was subtitled under "Awesome Things."
We found that the conversation came
about when someone was interested in
creating a large sign that would be attached
to his lorry doing the "Harvest Day Parade".
The grasses of the field
to feed the cattle as they say.
Quite a week for
Parade Lovers
the muses of folk who admire
comedy too will be quenched with
the addition of "THe Clowns Of Wok-Shire"
the muses mind you as they are humorous!
And to the "Drabs of Murphy" who shall
perform "Poetry and Song": lounge Musik
a style unapproached. As you were my Darlings
we have alot of work to do! They applauded her
as she left the building. Reappearing the
"assignment sheet is on the board!" Love to you all!
With a hearty laugh, and scallywag's glee
I've acquired their riches, and conquered the sea!
Like a timid lass... they will turn, and flee
showing their backsides, to the likes of me!
Lily livered, they're fearin' my brand!
Shiverin' they be, till they're walking on land!
Arrgg!! shouts first mate, calling out to the crew,
"Tally-ho!" fills me ears, as the chance now ensues
Setting sail in a race, up high on the waves
I spy with my glass, wily cowards to chase
'Tis we, mighty foes, that will ransom the sea!
Mighty bold is me, with me old pirate's creed!
Alas! there he is, what a fool is he!!
To rush into battle with the likes of me!!
Sailin' the waves on the blimey sea
Stung by a sword, the scallywag flees!
How swift he sails, along in the blue..
Yo ho ho! Thar' he be!
He'll be countin' his days, and soon on his knees
A sorry tale, will allot him, his sword just a broom
Me' cross=bone skull is flying wild
and waves a mighty doom!!
I am Blackbeard the Pirate....remember my name!
You will fill up your froth of my flowing fame
You will guzzle ye' grog, or a bit of ye' rum
Yea' ... call me the devil, with a bit of a scum!
Girdled with face of a hundred scars
Fear of me' wrath, either by sun or by stars
It gladdens the heart of a scoundrel like me
You'll best not forget ....tis' a Blackbeard ye' fear!!
VIDEO/AUDIO now on YouTube
Whatever Weekend
Being humble common pathways ere,
I ought traveled nearby that lea,
Past the margin of my home there,
Where the daffodils fickle sprightly,
As I shared the natural trail lead,
General impressions befall o'er sunlit,
E'er lighthearted to the bird's melodies,
I travailed the character of it,
Simple yet well organized,
Amongst the laughter, ere rumored whisper,
Neath a yellow sky, midst squinting eyes,
Masses traverse and heed a rise to prosper,
Yonder the verdant meadow rest,
Spreads of marigolds and violet folds,
Concerts of pleasantries and greets confess,
A myriad of countless told's,
Ere me, couples digress,
In accompany of solitude,
Tis a time out that be abreast,
A sea of people floats a multitude,
Be it so accordingly,
As time drifts in emptied homes,
Consequently, there is aplenty,
As crowds trends above the loams,
A tad of clouds sparse the sky,
Disperses a legion directly afoot,
The grassland, not shade as far one espy,
Groups forward motion advances e'er square foot,
Gleaming sunrays whips into action,
Clouds impart a rainbow into the landscape,
As they convert into a diminutive and fade into a fraction,
And a colorful fancy fulfills a dreamscape,
The call of an afternoon squanders the present,
As Sun of a constant drops e'er so slightly,
Fingered flip-flops drape backsides, marks a day well-spent,
Chorale of winged birds past a flung open door, gradually,
As dusk crowned heaven undresses the night,
And a sequined of stars sparkle a whirling, whereat,
Slumberous thoughts transpire while well-kept dreams ignite,
Midnight's slide into a twilight that trips into dawn's golden chariot.
2020 February 22
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT Y ,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand